Room 2D

From Janus 44. Julie has just been confronted by all of her tormentors gathered in one place. Things look bleak indeed for Julie…

A nice little YSS story from Uniform Girls 32 A big girl in thin football shorts. As the sea wash sprays against her, it is apparent that she is wearing little else, save a simple cotton tee-shirt. She holds a brightly-coloured triangle of fabric in each hand. The offshore wind has ruffled through her hair, but her recent exertions have given her a glowing healthy sheen upon her bare young limbs. The Island Master sits a few feet away, on an old wooden bench. Susanne is undergoing instruction. And she is achieving very little success. As yet. He checks her stance. ‘Feet together, young lady. Stand up straight. Hands by your side. Hold your stomach muscles in. Pull your shoulders back. Come on. Sort yourself out! You will not be slovenly in my presence!’ Susanne jumps to attention. In her hands she grasps the two brightly-coloured triangles of fabric. ‘Now face the sea and send your message, young lady.’ She turns, so that

Home late from school again. Only 2 minutes, but rules are rules.

Culver’s tribute to Coronation Street and specifically the Barlow family. More storylines like this would fix their flaccid ratings… Tracy always had been a troublemaker. Now in her late teens, she really should have grown out of her audacious habit of snatching her stepfather’s uncle’s cloth cap and wearing it rakishly around the house as if it were a fashionable beret. Urged by uncle to take a firmer line with the saucy young minx, Tracy’s stepfather finally developed some backbone. It was time to do the necessary and put a stop to the girl’s silly nonsense. Indeed, ‘the necessary’ was long overdue. Thus, one evening, a newly resolute head of the household emptied his refrigerator of all wet lettuce, binned his copy of the Guardian and set about teaching the startled Tracy what was what — while his uncle looked on unctuously from his favourite armchair. Ignoring the girl’s tremendous fuss, her inevitable squeals of protest, stepdad go

Photo-story from Janus 132 featuring Tara Duncan and Natalie (aka Andrea Spinks) Hilary Hanbury-Boyce watched from the window, and waited. One, or both, the girls would surely do something soon to give her cause to punish them in the way she longed to. As inheritor and sole inhabitant of the Old Hall after her husband, the Brigadier died, Hilary had since become a magistrate as well as acquiring a name as the village disciplinarian. And today, with any luck, she’d be able to shed the gravitas of the one and eagerly don the mantle of the other. Of course, those two out there in her garden making a hash of the simplest task had no idea of the danger they were in. What were their names — Tara and Natalie? To them, it was just another laugh — like the village shoplifting expedition they’d embarked on, which had landed them in front of Mrs Hanbury-Boyce, Magistrate. And it had been that austere lady’s decision that, it being the girl