Letter from Uniform Girls 15

Dear Blushes,

Your magazine is now easily the best available for CP fans and I felt I had to write to congratulate you. I am also a keen supporter of Uniform Girls and it is good to see how this has recently developed.

Could I enter my own reply to PL’s intriguing question (first posed in his questionnaire in Whispers 4 and since answered by many correspondents).

Choose any attractive girl of your acquaintance and imagine that you are granted custody over her without fear of interference from social workers and other do-gooders. How would you approach the prospect of disciplining her?

My choice would be my next door neighbour’s only daughter Mandy. She is 18 years old now and a constant worry to her parents, given her constant promiscuous behaviour. She regularly brings two or three boys back to the house in the afternoon when her parents are out at work. Last summer, during a hot spell, I caught sight of her serving drinks to the boys on their patio dressed only in a very tiny pair of bikini pants! I would love to send you a picture but, as I do not have a telephoto lens, this would be difficult. Mandy is slim but with a well-rounded figure — something liked 36-24-36 or thereabouts. She has long blonde hair and deep brown eyes. She always looks absolutely delectable but especially sexy in the very revealing outfits she wears when she goes out on dates. I have noticed that she must wear stockings and suspenders as these are often to be seen drying on next door’s washing line. She always gives me a smile when we meet and I am sure she is totally unaware of my detailed plans for her reform!

This plan involves obtaining the prior approval of her parents and then taking Mandy to a remote farmhouse for a ‘holiday’ where I would have total control over every aspect of her life. After first establishing my authority by caning Mandy’s bottom as often as necessary, the daily regime would be as follows:-

7.30 am — Mandy rises from a restless night on a hard bed in her cold bare room. She washes in cold water and puts on her PT costume — vest, white cotton pants and plimsols. She delivers my cup of tea with a low curtsey and then proceeds to her morning exercises (deep knee squats, press ups, running on the spot etc) before me. I have a riding crop on the bedside cabinet and reward any lack of effort by making her pull down her knickers and lie across my bed while I apply the crop.

8.00 am — She prepares and serves my breakfast. I take my coffee seated in a comfortable armchair next to the French windows. Through them I can see Mandy, now minus her vest, running circuit after circuit of the field in front of the house. I watch her breasts bobbing up and down and her deep blushes as local farmhands come over to jeer. After a full 20 minutes of this she staggers in sweating and exhausted and proceeds immediately to clean up the breakfast things.

8.30 am — Cold shower applied, whatever the weather, with a hose pipe in the farmyard. A hard scrubbing brush is used to ensure thorough cleansing. While still wet she must then touch her toes to receive the 10 strokes of the cane which her lack of effort whilst running always merits. If local farmhands wish to assist me in her scrubbing and then witness her caning so much the better!

9.00 am — Mandy puts on her work outfit — very short pleated skirt, half-cup bra, a very tight uncomfortable leather g-string and high heeled leather boots. She cleans the house from the top attics down to the hard kitchen floor. No modern aids are allowed — scrubbing brushes, scouring pads, brushes, mops — I check on her regularly and apply a tawse as necessary.

11.00 am — Mandy brings my elevenses and, still in her work outfit, I allocate her the day’s dirty jobs — the worst, most unpleasant jobs I can devise (cleaning out the filthy, cockroach-infested cellars, spreading manure on the fields, cleaning and polishing the insides of dustbins, etc.)

1.00 pm — After her dirty work, Mandy is quite a sight! She must shower with liberal applications of carbolic and disinfectant. This is the only hot shower she is allowed to take during the day (only to remove the dirt, not for her comfort!) When she is clean, powdered and her face made up she presents herself for my inspection. Any trace of dirt results in a caning. If she needs it, I then shave under her armpits and between her legs (Mandy is depilated throughout her two weeks with me). She prepares a light snack for me, still nude.

1.30 pm — Mandy, nude, kneels facing a full-length mirror, hands on head and legs slightly parted for a full hour in which she must consider her past behaviour. While she is doing this I take a nap.

2.30 pm — Mandy brings me a cup of tea and then puts on her school uniform — a rather special one devised by me. This consists of a very short navy blue pleated mini-skirt which just covers the tops of her black seamed stockings, a semi-transparent white blouse under which her breasts are bare, school tie, tiny navy blue cotton pants pulled well up between her buttocks, navy blue suspender belt and high heeled black patent leather shoes. Her hair is held in two bunches by white ribbons and, to complete her outfit, she wears a small straw boater.

3.00 pm — I take her, dressed in the school uniform, into the nearest town to do some shopping. She is not allowed to wear a coat and must walk a couple of paces in front of me so that the many men who leer and shout over to her are not aware she is with me. She feels totally humiliated but I enhance this discomfort by devising every way possible to shame her. At several points in the walk I will make her bend double to adjust her shoes, always when her lovely bottom is facing a group of navvies or the like. They whistle and jeer at the sight of her exposed knickers. On a windy day I make her go into a phone box and remove her knickers (which she must then carry prominently in her hand). The wind then lifts her skirt to reveal everything during the rest of our walk. If it is possible I take her up and down escalators and stairs — a queue of men always follows us! She may not use a public toilet while we are out but must squat behind a bush in semi-public view.

3.30 pm — We call in one of the many department stores or lingerie shops in the town and Mandy must select the sexiest, most revealing underwear she can find. I embarrass her by making her try it on. Once or twice I have taken her into a gardening shop and selected canes of various thickness making it obvious to all present that they are intended for the bottom of the lovely girl at my side. A saddlers similarly provides straps.

4.30 pm — Return home. I take tea while Mandy puts away our purchases and then strips nude except for her high heels. I lead her out to the courtyard and make her put on a 50lb backpack before putting her through an hour of rigorous marching drill. Her knees are raised as high as possible and her arms swing, all encouraged by regular cuts from my riding crop across her legs. The cobbled surface of the yard ensures that her high heels get stuck frequently and she stumbles — always punished by three strokes to her bottom. The sweat drips from her and she is totally exhausted at the end of the drill.

5.30 pm — Mandy may now relax for a half hour. She takes her only meal of the day — a bowl of thick lumpy porridge followed by bread, cheese and fruit. If she has not performed her drill well enough this meal is reduced in size. After this she showers and puts on her maid’s outfit — a complete French maid’s outfit — and prepares the evening meal.

7.00 pm — My dinner guests arrive and Mandy serves the meal she has prepared for us. I usually invite several men friends and wherever possible one or two married couples — all CP devotees of course. If my guests wish for a little entertainment I order Mandy to sing and dance for us — often making her bare her breasts for the dancing.

8.00 pm — After dinner we sit around the fire while Mandy prepares herself for the day’s worst ordeal. She enters when summoned and curtsies to all present. She wears one of the outfits I have bought for her or she may be made to model a succession of outfits for our pleasure. She must then perform a striptease to suitable music. As the days progress, this strip becomes more professional despite her acute embarrassment. At any point my guests or I may require her to pose in a particular way — sometimes we photograph her. When naked except for her high-heels she lies across the lap of each person present in turn — men and women — for a very thorough and intimate examination, her legs parted. After this she kneels before each and offers her breasts to them for examination.

We then make her describe in great detail her misbehaviour with boys. This whole process of humiliation may take up to an hour and a half.

9.30 pm — A heavy leather armchair is pushed into the centre of the room beneath a spotlight. Mandy bends right over its back with her legs spread as wide as possible. She then receives her main punishment of the day — up to 20 strokes with a wide diversity of implements including birch, tawse, cane and whips. Her bottom takes the brunt of the punishment, of course, but her thighs, back and shoulders are not overlooked.

Some days, in addition, she is ordered to stand with her arms held high above her head while she receives punishment to the front of her body from shoulders to knees. If women are present they usually join in eagerly and particular enjoy lashing Mandy’s breasts — a task which the men sometimes feel a little squeamish about. Mandy sobs and screams and begs for mercy. She often offers sex if we will stop but this is pointless as we always make sure she gets the full punishment after which some of the men will, in any case, take whatever pleasure they want from her. I approve of this as it greatly increases her humiliation to be fucked in front of a room of strangers. After a further close examination of her body she is made to thank us for her discipline.

12.00 midnight — Mandy is allowed to go to bed but I will often check up on her during the night to ensure that she is not playing with herself — a pretext (she never is of course as she is too exhausted and sore) and one which I use as an excuse to make her get up and either do extra work or submit to experimental punishments which often occur to me during the night — a prolonged tit dipping in iced water for instance. I may force her to give me a very relaxing massage although French kissing is the only sexual pleasure I take.

After two weeks of this Mandy would be a truly reformed young lady.

Some words of explanation.

First, you may wonder who pays for all this (including the outfits bought for her). Her father will pay me for my services and will cover all expenses. You may also wonder about the possibility of Mandy trying to escape this regime. On the first day I would show her the heaviest birch and promise her 30 hard strokes if she even thought of escape. Besides this her humiliating and revealing costumes would discourage her from wandering too far and she would know that, should she find her way home, her father would return her immediately. Mandy would be allowed no privacy at all during the two weeks — she must even leave the toilet door open or perform on a potty if guests are present.

I am sorry to have gone on for so long but I wanted to give a very thorough reply to the question posed.

T.J.M., Manchester