Letters from Blushes Supplement 6

Dear Sir,

I’ve just bought Blushes. I think it is a really great mag and I thought that the photos of the girl in braces was a real turn-on. Usually I buy other men’s magazines I saw Blushes by accident it’s not in most newsagent’s shops. Now I will look out for Blushes as I really like photos of young girls showing their bottoms especially for a spanking. Can I hope to see more photos of lovely bums split in two by tight panties, or those high-cut costumes like leotards.

I will watch out for the next edition of Blushes.

O. Murao

Dear Sir,

I have found your magazine Blushes most intriguing pictorially and otherwise. The readers’ letters section is very interesting and I think this provides an important medium for the exchange of opinions, experiences and ideas. It should definitely be continued and extended if possible. The name Blushes is appropriate indeed for the subject of chastisement as the necessary aspects of shame and humiliation are always involved and together with the painful implications of a blushing tender young bottom, usually acts as a strong deterrent to further misbehaviour.

It was very sporting of the Scottish reader to allow her well-punished bum to be photographed after receiving three strokes of the tawse over knickers (Blushes 6).

I would like to read historical articles about corporal punishment down the ages, illustrated with your superb photographs and not so many C.P. stories.

I became morbidly fascinated by the erotic and sensual aspects of posterior correction as a teenager due to a good old-fashioned upbringing in the 1930’s. Dad delegated the discipline side of my childhood almost entirely to Mum who was kind and loving enough but firmly believed in moderate chastisement across the bottom when I really played up. Although I was quiet and of a somewhat nervous disposition. I was rather a difficult lad in some ways and consequently there was an extension of mother’s correction with her thin yellow cane on my unfortunate bottom until I left school when I was nearly seventeen. The retention of the cane on the hook in the kitchen cupboard made me blush a few times as a big teenaged lad, but was a very useful salutary reminder that I would still be thoroughly punished on my bottom if I broke the few sensible family rules for behaviour. As an older boy the rod was usually applied to the seat of my trousers or pants but on isolated occasions when I had been particularly troublesome my buttocks were bared for the primitive domestic chastisement over the bed supervised as usual by Dad. I felt so conscious of my bare bum when being punished and the contortions of my blushing teenaged cheeks must have indeed presented quite a comical spectacle as I squirmed and cried out. The rod may have had sexual overtones but I certainly didn’t court a beating on my backside and it sure brought me to my senses and taught me respect for authority. Even after leaving school there was the anticipation of a very sore striped bottom as a last resort until I joined the RAF when I was 18. I am glad to say that the indignity of the painful bedroom scene was only necessary once for smoking and drinking which was strictly forbidden until I was 18. My blushing face but oh! that other place. Yes Blushes sure sums it all up.

In the interests of family discipline I think that modern parents should be prepared to return to the moderate use of the cane, tawse, and spanking for the correction of teenaged misbehaviour. It should be retained until the late teens if really necessary. As a general mode of punishment the youngster should be allowed the modesty and protection of their pants but for exceptionally bad conduct, the occasional homely, old-fashioned parental spanking or thrashing administered on the offender’s bare bottom in the privacy of the bedroom is justified.

I will look forward to further issues of Blushes.

J.R., Croydon

Dear Sir,

Congratulations again on your splendid magazine which leads the field in the most exciting sexual activity of all.

With regard to your correspondent’s piece about spanking films:

I do agree that the essentials are natural subservience, realism and femininity — raised to ecstasy by her guilt, by luxurious decor and setting and focusing in sheer, unexplainable delight on the bare bottom: firm yet round, soft and voluptuous. Oh the gratitude that one feels for knickers for they will come down, for they go up to come down. I say guilt because her sorrow at being caught stealing, copying, lying, absconding, craving or sponging makes her virtually grateful for a good bum; the girl feels inferior and it thereby shows, radiates from her expressions, words, sentences and… blushes. Together, a naturalness flourishes wherein she owes everything to him: home, room, bathroom — shower, clothes — and, yes, her panties, every pair of them. The sting is submerged in this atmosphere which is either evident or cultivated in the first ten minutes of the film through good acting, acting meaning believing in it as a fact, which really is a fact.

She must be heard throughout, clearly, expressively, continually voicing compliance with sentences strung together and suggestions for bending or asking whether she should bend down here or, and, touch every toe with every finger or offering to assume any position of subservience to show inferiority and complete absence of pride. She should say ‘Sir’ so much and so clearly, it is obvious that she is afraid of the cane, whilst accepting it as right. She should often offer to raise her bottom and ask about it. The camera should show a beautiful interdependence of tummy and lap (so much advanced by a petite woman such as the small blonde in What Bottoms Are For). The camera should show every angle of the exercise in humiliation; face, bottom, body and voice should blend in an indescribable sexual experience wherein the beating is seen to truly come from the word ‘beat’.

There is a real musical quality to the spanking, punctuated and heightened by regular squealing, sighing and ouching. Only a full recognition of the musical delight of spanking brings out the full pleasure and potential of it. There is a unity of purpose, expressed in conversation before, during and after the bum-beating. The best progression is surely from spanking to paddling to caning. I would refer to five films that illustrate my view of the ideal: The Best House in Town, The Handyman, Juliet (by De Sade), The Witchfinder General and a European film, Spanking which was inspired by the spanking colonel of a few years ago who took an attractive woman to court for writing about how she earned an extra ten pounds every day for a bare-bottomed spanking. These films showed women who fully accepted their constant availability for spanking. I heard of a plausible context recently: a neighbour knew that a housewife had been committing adultery and had to be spanked or slippered or caned every week for the rest of her (married) life.

At school, we were asked whether we deserved the cane and how many strokes we deserved — and we said ‘Yes, sir,’ and where to bend over — and so on. Canings, spankings and slipperings were conducted in threes and the same questioning and competing in ‘crawling’ went on and on — and around in circles or firstly for one offence, then the next and so on.

It is an art, a developing art. The women must learn this. There must be femininity, subservience, good setting, ritual, degradation, great camera work, prolongation into endlessness, good ‘acting’ from her, the overwhelming atmosphere of naturalness and actually doing good the better it is laid on, the focus on her face, bum and body, juxtaposed (simultaneous if possible); above all, she is the wondrously exciting, continuous centre of the stage as she takes the rhythm of the reddening bottom and lifts her short skirt and lowers her underwear again and again, forever.

In conclusion, I could write a series from history: Through the Ages. I am a student of history. It amazes me that we have not had a video in which the women are wearing costumes. As slaves or in the Middle Ages, women have been brought or married or adopted only to be trained in subservience and gratitude.

Finally, as one who stresses the need for a good, long caning or paddling or slippering or spanking (don’t we all), would you pay for my own photographs of my wife’s beautiful, big bottom (on top of excellent legs) as red as sunset?

A.S. Surrey

Communication has been established with A.S. with a view to publishing some of the photos mentioned, provided that they are suitable.

Linda’s Column Excites Response

Dear Editor,

As an avid reader of your magazine from issue number one may I add my plea to that of G.P. (Hants) that Linda’s column may become a regular feature (Blushes Supplement 4)?

Linda’s eminently ‘smackable bottom’ surely epitomises what the majority of your readers really want to read about and to look at.

To be sure it is jolly nice to be able to read your yarns of put-upon young ladies with their blossoming tits and curly pussies but in fact your superb photographs of beknickered bums, stocking-framed thighs, pouting peachy pubes and piquant fear-filled faces are what makes your magazine stand out from the majority of the soft porn press: all bare boobs and beaver shots.

Let us by all means see more of delectable Linda. Your first shots of her getting her no doubt well-deserved comeuppance on pages 31 to 38 could hardly be bettered.

What will you have Linda doing next? Please let her retain her schoolgirl uniform of white blouse, grey jumper and mini plaid skirt. By all means let us see more of her delightful bum, page 38 but I for one found her portrait fully clothed on page 33 a tremendous turn on — Superb!

Let us please have another shot of Linda as per the heading of her column, page 31 but enlarged.

Surely Linda’s obviously high class and exclusive public school for young ladies will have an indoor swimming pool? What better venue for the young darling to disport herself in regulation black body-clinging swim costume?

If you need a story line just refer back to Blushes No. 3, page 9: The Victim.

‘…If you stood too close to the pool you could get pretty wet so sitting back against the wall on a bench was the sensible way to oversee the school’s senior relay team at training… Far better to have them swim a length, clamber out — wet tits against the edge of the pool, firm young hips hauled out of the water, tummies against the coping stone, bottoms up in the air — then run back to the shallow end and dive in again. Naturally they had to pass the bench, their damp bums bouncing inside clinging costumes as they ran.’

Could not this be a ready-made scenario for Linda?

While this may be for Linda a very embarrassing idea it would I am sure, satisfy the fantasies of some of your readers for quite a while.

P. Colesworthy

P.S. Referring back to the earlier numbers of Blushes, could you please reintroduce that most titillating and erotic feature: Illustrators Corner? Linda as a choirgirl would be just fine.

Dear Blushes,

I am writing on behalf of a newly-formed group of bottom-worshippers in Liverpool. We think that Supplement No. 4 was great. We’re eagerly looking forward to the promised regular ‘episodes’ of Linda’s Column.

We particularly like that picture on page 32 (Supplement No. 4) where Linda is standing, facing the camera and lifting up her skirt to reveal that soft, tender, fleshy, succulent bulge of a pussy bursting forth through her white panties. Please let us have some more of such poses. How about the same pose but with Linda clutching a teddy-bear — a look of horror on her face as if in dread of some ‘impending doom’? White panties please.

Martin O’Shea [for all the members]

Name and address supplied.

There will be more of Linda — and her bottom, whether she likes it or not — in forthcoming issues of Blushes Magazines. Look out for them!

[If there were any additional features with Linda I haven’t yet found them.]