OBB — Letters from Privilege 1

When Janus launched their Janus Club magazine Privilege I think they decided to farm off the OBB correspondence there — I suspect they were getting mountains of them and there’s only so many letters perving over Felicity Kendal’s bottom that you can run in one issue without it becoming boring. Sadly I only have a handful of copies of the original Privilege magazine so I don’t have any of their Top-30 lists but the first edition did have a bumper crop of letters…

O.B.B.

The Order of the Burning Bot, as introduced into Janus many moons ago, has had a very good airing and it has been decided gradually to withdraw it from the magazine. It will be replaced in its present form in Privilege with a slightly upgraded version. We plan to publish in Privilege a periodical top thirty of OBB’s along with several letters in each issue plus a rather special celebrity OBB cartoon which starts next month with a well-known ITN Newscaster upended across her desk with a well-striped bottom and no smile on her pretty News at Ten face. Never mind, we have no doubt that it will bring a broad grin to the faces of most of our members!!

In addition to the Top Thirty and the Celebrity Cartoons we are going to publish several OBB letters each issue, so those devoted OBB fans will not miss out provided they are members of the Janus Club.

Here goes then with a couple of letters sent into the magazine by readers, making a few suggestions, the second of which mentions some minor incidents of CP in a television play; such incidents will be featured regularly in Privilege in future.

O.B.B.

Janus is undoubtedly the best spanking magazine of all those on the market. It is a pity that some of your readers seem to need to indulge in vicious brutality in their fantasies — only in their fantasies I hope! I thought the letter from one of your correspondents advocating a spanking followed by a prolonged strapping and finally the birch for Chris Evert in your OBB series was revolting. The OBB is a piece of harmless fun if the fantasies are kept in perspective, but this sort of sadism surely goes too far. I agree with your editorial which advocated no more than six strokes of the cane or strap for naughty girls.

My own nominations for the OBB are Natalie Wood, cheeky Felicity Kendal, Sue Lawley, athlete Donna Hartley, Mary Crosby, Patricia Brake, Linda Cristal (who starred in TV’s High Chaparral) and Josette Simon, one of the latest recruits to Blake’s Seven — she really has got a lovely bottom which demands to be spanked.

Natalie Wood

Felicity Kendal

Sue Lawley

Donna Murray/Hartley

Mary Crosby

Patricia Brake

Linda Cristal

Josette Simon

I would get each of these lovely ladies to appear in the punishment room wearing just their bra and pants, then in turn they would go across my knee for a sound spanking with a hairbrush. Knickers would, of course, be taken down before the spanking commenced. Finally, two for the cane. Six of the best for Maggie Philbin and Bette Midler, across the seat of Maggie’s panties and across Bette’s broad bare backside.

Maggie Philbin

 

Bette Midler

I am surprised that no-one in The Waltons has ever been spanked. A strict family like theirs, in the thirties and forties would I am sure have spanked the children quite frequently and yet we have never seen it. There have been episodes where Mary-Ellen, Erin or Elizabeth fully merited corporal punishment but never got it. I suppose that now Mary-Ellen (Judy Norton-Taylor) is a married woman she will not be spanked but I live in hope that one day the script writers may let us see Erin (Mary Elizabeth McDonough) and Elizabeth (Kami Cotler) across John Walton’s knee.

The Waltons

It also seems odd to me that Soap has dealt with every subject under the sun including murder, rape, adultery, homosexuality, lesbianism, racial tension and death but has not touched on spanking at all. A pity as there are some eminently spankable girls in the show.

Soap

Corporal punishment seems to be neglected by playwrights and scriptwriters these days, although there was recently a play on BBC TV about a boys’ public school where all the boys’ parts were played by adults, which featured (unseen) canings. Jenny Agutter was the only female in the cast and there was one moment when I thought we might see the lovely Jenny Agutter on the wrong end of a thrashing but it was not to be: she asked her boyfriend, a prefect, to book a room at the local pub and bring a cane. The situation looked promising, but the prefect was expelled for getting drunk so we never saw what could have been a very exciting scene.

Jenny Agutter

Anyway, keep up the good work Janus. I particularly like the A-Z of cinema spanking, the OBB and correspondence columns and any articles or stories about the punishment of teenage girls.

Yours faithfully,

J.H., London, SE1

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I always enjoy your magazine, and have done for some years now. To my mind the best features were the articles on judicial floggings of the last century (by Richard Manton), including all those delicious details of what James Miles did to fifteen-year-old Elaine Cox’s bare bottom.

I love the ABC of film spanking, one film you omitted was True Grit. There’s always the chance of a spanking when John Wayne is around, though in this case it’s his co-star Glen Campbell who gets to work on the bottom of fourteen-year-old Kim Derby with an impromptu birch. It’s not a classic, but worth mentioning; the birching is well deserved.

A follow-up to the ABC could be a survey of celebrity bare bottoms from films. These have been sadly neglected since the advent of full-frontal nudity, but there are many surprising instances in films of the late fifties and early sixties, when for some reason bare backsides were permitted by film stars and censors, while the often less appealing breasts were taboo.

I applaud the policy of some girlie magazines in publishing stills from films in which certain now-famous ladles were less than modest in their determination to make an impression. However, here too we find naked breasts are more often held up for our examination than buttocks. There are obvious connections between an ABC of film stars’ posteriors and the popular OBB. One girl who has amazingly never been nominated is sweet Hayley Mills. Her pert bottom is divertingly exposed for quite a long time in the film The Family Way. She has just stepped from a bath tub, so the pretty cheeks are wet and glistening. We all know just how effectively a spanking can sting on wet cheeks, so how I’d love to be on hand with a leather-soled slipper to wallop Hayley’s bum for a furious ten minutes. Five minutes’ rest for me, with Hayley standing in the corner, hands on head, no rubbing. Then over my knee and off we go again: Slap! Slap! Slap! Dipping the slipper in the tub every minute or so to be sure her bottom gets as hot and sore as possible. After three such ten-minute sessions, a devastated Hayley Mills has to touch her toes while I polish off her bum-cheeks to raw perfection with a scrubbing brush and salt water.

Hayley Mills

Just as Hayley Mills was the screen schoolgirl of her generation, so was Jenny Agutter of hers. Jenny is desperately trying to shake off the gymslip image, and luckily shrewd directors have persuaded her to strip in just about all of her films in order to demonstrate her blossoming womanhood. I wonder if Jenny ever suspects she is being taken advantage of.

Walkabout, starring Jenny Agutter

Probably her most stimulating film appearance is in the Australian film Walkabout. This is even more exciting because Jenny was still a teenager, and still in school uniform. Against the background of the Australian bush, the film is a pretext for a gradual striptease by the luscious kid. To start with she is in a tiny skirt, with strong long thighs capturing all the attention. A little later we get to stare up her skirt as she climbs a tree, the camera focussing on the crotch of Jenny’s knickers. Then the clothes start to come off, until finally we see her in slow motion, as naked as she was born.

Jenny Agutter naked in Walkabout

Let’s get Jenny back into the school uniform she belongs in. Eyes screwed up tight shut in fearful anticipation, she holds out her hands, palms up in front of her. I keep her waiting until she has to risk a peep. At exactly that moment I bring my lovely whippy cane screaming down onto her left hand. Jenny leaps back, thrusting the throbbing hand into her armpit, gasping with pain. ‘Pull yourself together!’ I say, ‘undo the blouse.’

Schoolgirl Jenny Agutter

With great difficulty caused by the painful hand, Jenny fumbles open her blouse. Then she has to tug it out of her skirt and pull it back off her shoulders. The school tie hangs limply over the succulent breasts in a neat Teenform blue brassiere. Hands stretched out again, and this time the right palm is welted. ‘Take down your skirt.’ The navy blue garment lies crumpled round the white ankle socks and Clark’s sandals. Imagine how difficult it is for Jenny to unclasp her bra behind her back, heaving with sobs, two welts on her left hand, one on her right, after number three has whacked home. Somehow her stiff, shaking fingers achieve it and she has to hold her hands again. Shaking fingers achieve it and she has to hold her hands again. A swish! and a CRACK! and a squeal and the right hand matches the left. The snug little knickers must now come down to mid-calf, and with tears running down from those big, sad eyes, blouse pulled back to reveal bra dangling uselessly below quivering teats; pubic fluff, golden thighed and a tangle of white pants and navy skirt, Jenny Agutter makes the most undignified schoolgirl ever. You probably think your punishment is over Jenny. What! with a rump like yours! Bend over that chair and I’ll give your bottom such a caning that you’ll forget all about those hands.

 I do hope my suggestions are useful, and OBB nominations entertaining.

F.B., London, N.W.

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Let’s keep the nominations for OBB rolling in! My own suggestions start with Faith Brown, the impressionist. A recent newspaper picture showed her displaying long, shapely bare legs beneath a tight pair of shorts brief enough to reveal the lower curves of a delightfully spankable bum. So it’s across my knee for Faith, with those lovely legs waving as she receives what some of her victims must long to give her — a good smack-bottom! Then she must take off her shorts and briefs to go across a chair for six juicy strokes of a cane across her plump, squirming seat. I’m sure she’d give a very convincing imitation of a repentant, blubbering schoolgirl.

Faith Brown

Your instructions for making a birch and constructing a whipping bench were fascinating. Joan Collins would be a very suitable subject for a birching. I see her lying face down with her generously curved buttocks raised by the cushion to make a splendid target. Swish! and Joan yelps as the soaked, supple twigs leave a smarting pink pattern on her tender flesh. Twelve of the best would get her nicely warmed up, and I think I’d change to a long, thick tawse for another half dozen, to make sure her bottom was really blazing.

Joan Collins

The slender, too-fragile-to-spank appearance of Lorraine Chase is probably deceptive. It wouldn’t surprise me if this cheeky, vivacious Cockney gamine has had her little backside well tanned before now. I’d love to see her reaction to a session across my knee with her knickers down for a slippering. I can just imagine her wailing: ‘Christ! Me bloody arse is on fire!’ as the slipper stings her wriggling rump again and again.

Lorraine Chase

Another candidate for the dose of stinging leather would be that saucy young beauty Francoise Pascal. In deference to her nationality, I think the French martinet would be suitable. First a sound bare-bottom spanking to make her delicious derriere really hot and sore, then Francoise must go across her bed to howl and writhe and weep as the stinging thongs make her buttocks smart and burn unbearably.

Francoise Pascal

Dana seems to have become more sophisticated nowadays, rather than the sweet, shy, girl-next-door she started off as. It wouldn’t do her any harm to be made to take her knickers down and bend over for a good whacking with an American-type wooden paddle, perforated at the business end. Twenty resounding spanks should have her singing a very different kind of song, and Irish eyes would certainly not be smiling.

Dana

Until Telford’s Change returned to TV, I’d almost forgotten that Hannah Gordon is a really eligible lady for chastisement. Something really elaborate for Hannah I think. Let her be taken back to whatever school she attended and made to dress in schoolgirl style for a public caning before the assembled pupils. Imagine her face as she reluctantly takes down her knickers and bends over a padded desk to present her tender bare bottom as a target for the muscular gym-mistress. No doubt she would try to take her punishment without making an exhibition of herself, but twelve scorching strokes across her wincing seat would be too much for her self-control, and she would be sobbing loudly with humiliation as well as the pain in her red-hot rear by the time she was allowed to rise. Afterwards, she would have to spend the rest of the day there as a pupil, squirming uncomfortably on the hard seats in the classrooms and knowing that if her work or behaviour was less than perfect she could expect more punishment. Of course, her giggling young classmates would do their best to get her into trouble.

Hannah Gordon

‘Please Miss, Hannah’s copying my work!’ The mistress frowns.

‘Cheating, Hannah? Come to the front of the class! Now hold out your hand!’ Crack! The strap descends, scorching Hannah’s sensitive fingers. ‘Now the other hand.’ Crack! ’Now touch your toes,’ and Hannah’s bottom, still throbbing painfully from the cane, burns with fresh fire as she gets three stingers across the seat of her tightly stretched knickers before tearfully returning to her place. In her next class she is in trouble again and has to stand in front of the class, tears rolling down her cheeks, as she holds up her skirt to have the backs of her bare thighs smacked to a stinging scarlet with a plastic ruler. At least once during the day she is sent to the Head.

‘I’ve got a sure cure for naughty girls, Hannah. Knickers down, my girl, and bend over my desk for a sound birching!’ At the end of the day, the pupils assemble once more to see Hannah meekly kneel and kiss the hands of the gym-mistress before going across her knee to howl and sob and implore for a full ten minutes as her roasting bottom is very thoroughly spanked with the back of a hairbrush.

There we are, six lovely ladies, each with a very sore sit-upon! That should please my fellow-admirers of the OBB!

R.H., Manchester