Room 2D

First of a four-parter from Blushes Supplement 27 featuring one of my favourite Blushes models. A rather beat-up dirty-white Mini with a 20 year-old registration plate. It looks as if it has covered a few miles in that time. Not with its present driver at the wheel, though: she would seem to be no more than that age herself. Of medium height and with a well-fleshed figure, though these facts are at present hidden in a voluminous winter coat, she winds down the car’s window to look enquiringly out. The fresh, pretty face is framed in short, blonde, straightish hair, newly washed and sparkling. She does not seem too sure of her whereabouts on this dank and drizzly November afternoon. The road on the outskirts of the town is almost country, the houses set back and secluded. Ah, though… half-hidden where the enveloping foliage of a sodden evergreen swags across the gatepost is a small number plate. With a ‘43’ inscribed on it. This se

A couple of Blushes videos, which were advertised in the early editions of the magazine — see text below. I have split the videos into the different sessions. I’m not sure where they get the count of nine girls — I make it seven + the editor’s secretary. When your favourite spanking magazine editor puts an ad in the paper for models he is very surprised at the result. Not only do amateur models apply but also a top fashion one, there are a couple of beautiful girls you will have seen in the pages of  Men Only  and  Club International , a schoolgirl trying for her first job, the reluctant girlfriend brought along by a well-known London playboy and the usual city secretary trying to make the big time. With the editor’s secretary getting a girl from the local coffee bar during lunch break, it makes a total of 9 girls. What happens to them?? Well somehow our lecherous editor manages to persuade them they should ‘audition’. Using canes, a switch, strap, slipper, riding crop, a tawse and h

Story from Janus 49. Final part of the Balcombe Manor trilogy by R.T. Mason following  Behind High Walls part 1  and  Behind High Walls part 2 . ‘Hello Annabel!’ The voice on the phone was instantly recognisable.  Mrs Blackett .  Annabel Filton felt an alarmed prickling of her skin.  Mrs Blackett… of Balcombe Manor. ‘This is Sylvia Blackett, Annabel. Could I speak to your husband, please?’ Yes, the deep, smoothly modulated tones were unmistakable. How could Annabel ever forget.  Stand please, Annabel. Remove your skirt and then lower your knickers. Gillman will give you…  Looking back it all seemed like a dream: that timeless life behind the high enclosing walls, at times a dreamlike tranquillity but at short intervals the tranquillity abruptly broken by the attentions of Mr Gillman or any one of those visiting gentlemen — or by Mrs Blackett herself. All wielding the cane. All for the purpose of inculcating submissiveness an