Letters from Blushes 25

Dear Sir,

It’s good to see you back on form again with your Uniform Girls, having felt of late that letters of criticism to C.P. magazines seem a bit redundant, the true tastes and requests of readers being largely ignored. Uniform Girls if the current standard is maintained and imaginatively extended is approaching the sort of magazine I’d envisaged and hoped it might be. Certainly, it is in my view superior to the current Blushes.

Whispers I found a bit disappointing taking into consideration the statement that it was going to be more concerned with the humiliation side of C.P. I’m afraid I found it a bit whimsical and contrived.

The reason that most of my letters to C.P. mags seem to be very critical is not because I am fantastically hard to please, but because I am genuinely disappointed about the quality and lack of imagination considering the amount of C.P. mags on the market.

The main reason though, that I write this letter is in response to Uniform Girls Bumper Edition. The It’s Tough at the Top majorette thing was very good, the baton twirling, complicated steps, marching and all, also the bit about the grapes. I would have preferred her wearing plimsols, though as you’ll probably realise, you can’t please all the people all of the time.

Also wonderful in this issue was Looking Ahead which was approaching brilliance. The girl in this feature is absolutely lovely. Hopefully, we’ll see more of her in forthcoming issues; not forgetting the subject matter of this piece, at last the almost revolutionary idea of a pretty girl being made to do dirty, menial and arduous work in a state of undress. It seems surprising, but of all the hundreds of C.P. mags over the years, an idea as straightforward as this has rarely been considered.

Of course, we’ve had endless spanking and more spanking, young ladies draped over knees, or bent over for a ‘damn good hiding’ or whatever, though usually, that’s just about as far as it goes. I feel very sure that while there are probably a great many people very satisfied with the C.P. journals on offer, there are a fairly large number of people like myself, who would like to see a lot more imagination and humiliation. It’s certainly not that I’ve anything against spanking, quite the contrary, it’s just that I don’t count myself as purely a spanking fan. There are, I’m sure you’ll appreciate, countless methods and varieties of punishment apart from (though preferably as well as) a good hard spanking, caning, tawsing, or whatever.

Of course, I do realise that bondage is out, which is unfortunate, as this would most probably add a whole new dimension to C.P. magazines, though there are quite a few good House of Milan bondage publications available.

Though I realise that there seem to be increasing restrictions upon what is permittable, please don’t, as some magazines have done, use this as an excuse to become bland and formulised. There are still limitless possibilities to be considered. My favourite kind of things are punishment P.T. (which can mean a variety of things), punishment dress, enforced exhibitionism, marching drill, spartan regimes and clothing, which to me is of the most immense importance. The whole concept of a Uniform Girls magazine is an interesting one. While a lot of people probably like nurses, air hostesses, traffic wardresses etc., the idea of Uniform Girls sparks off a different hope and expectation in me. The idea of a uniform can mean anything at all, whatever the cruel whim of the punisher may be. The cuter, sexier, more revealing and embarrassing the better. I don’t know if my clothing ideas are fetishes exactly, but I do like the models in your mag to be as lithe and pretty as possible, and I like to see them dressed in extremely short skirts, mini-kilts, white or black ankle-socks, knee-socks, black or white plimsols, vests, school uniforms, dancing pumps, little sailor-girl outfits, Scottish and Irish dancing outfits, flat sandals with leather thongs criss-crossing from ankles to knees, extremely brief knickers, all sorts of gym wear etc. etc. The girls should look as cute and sexy as possible, while at the same time, highly obedient and under the strictest of discipline.

Incidentally, I liked the idea of the girl in the kilt in Uniform Girls 7, though I’d have preferred the kilt to be of a much mini-er length, but perhaps hopefully another time. I don’t quite know why I like mini-kilts so much. Perhaps it’s because of the myth that Scotsmen don’t wear anything under the kilt and girls will be as likewise.

Also, I think girls are very sexy and vulnerable when they are barefoot. My favourite stories, letters, pictures etc are those concerning very unusual and humiliating punishments, especially if there is only one girl punishee being dealt with in front of invited guests, relatives and like-minded friends as witnesses.

You have the models, the photographers, the locations, and I’m sure somewhere you also have the imagination, seeds of which are beginning to show in Uniform Girls.

To be honest, I don’t think there is yet a great C.P. magazine available, but I do admit that Uniform Girls, if the first two issues (especially the second) are anything to go by, is about the best.

To me, just about the most important thing picture-wise in a C.P. magazine is the prettiness of the model and the clothing she is wearing (or not wearing as the case may be!)

I’ve always imagined that the people who produce such magazines as Blushes and Janus etc. would have access to all sorts of unusual literature and art on the subject of C.P., not just spanking but more varied and unusual forms of C.P., including detailed case histories, and that they would be able to procure the talents of the best and most imaginative international writers on the subject, yet having read C.P. mags for quite a few years, I know this not to be the case.

Recently, I wrote to Canada to the bondage writer F.E. Campbell. voicing some of my tastes and criticisms. He replied that I wouldn’t find everything that I liked in one magazine. This I know and realise is perfectly true. I don’t for one second read a magazine and expect each and every story, letter or picture to be exactly to my taste. What I really would like though is a magazine with a lot more variation and imagination.

I think the best picture in Blushes 23 is the centre picture in between pages 32 and 33 illustrating Cheerleader Crisis. The pose is good and the black plimsols, white ankle socks and short skirt are excellent.

There are plenty of bland C.P. magazines depicting endless unimaginative pictures; What I would like to see are interesting pictures that stir the imagination, yet at the same time leave something to the imagination. E.g. a pretty girl wearing extremely brief clothing in the company of a strict looking middle-aged couple, perhaps in a rural place or crowded shopping area.

A much more artistic imagination and erotic exploration of clothing and punishment costume, plus more nudity. This, I feel is of great importance. In something like marching drill, a nude girl wearing perhaps black ankle socks, white or black plimsols (I’m not a colour fetishist, but change and variation are always a good thing and black ankle socks are just as cute as white), is put through her paces in a bleak gym hall; for an erotic and realistic effect, the girls knees should be lifted just that bit higher, and the toes pointed a bit more than they normally would be in the run-of-the-mill photo session.

I’d like to see a lot more coverage of such things as punishment P.T., marching drill, unpleasant and arduous manual work, and much more unusual and humiliating forms of C.P. And the cuter and more lithe and uninhibited the models the better.

Did you catch this Punishment P.T. piece in Blushes 8?

Most probably, you’ve got more than enough willing males clamouring to appear in one of your photo sessions, but as a 26-year-old devotee with a few experiences, plus a great amount of ideas and enthusiasm. I would very much like to be considered.

A series of pictures entitled Spartan would be interesting and may kindle your imagination.

J. Crawford, Scotland

Thanks for your letter, J.C. Did you see Blushes Supplement 4?

Is the kilt short enough now?

Dear Sirs,

I have all your Blushes issues — congratulations to such wonderful and exciting magazines!

Tantalizing stories and pictures —but tell show more about girls in stockings and suspenders, most men like me prefer it — and so it means to Old Germany too!

Publish more of your exciting drawings — as there are details of unusual form are possible to be shown — but not on photos. Perhaps the whole scene from the preparation till to the end of a tantalizing caning.

But I have a special request. Imagine there is a girl, standing in her nice underwear before her intending chastiser.

She of course has to lower her knickers to the stocking tops — as usual — but then has to open the back-fastener of her suspender belt!

This garment now falls down in front of her legs, dangling loose, and now — upside down — no longer holding the stockings but is supported by them with their fasteners.

The crinkled knickers around the legs beware the untidy garments to sag down furthermore.

Imagine, what goes on, she perhaps has to march fetching the cane from another room, coming back with dangling suspender belt (and bouncing breasts) — what a sight!

And her feeling! The humility, that not only the knickers (and her bra) lost their meaning, but her suspender belt too! She of course would have preferred to be naked. Total.

And what goes on, bending over the untidy dangling garments are on their place at the beginning of the punishment — but her struggling legs during the caning makes the untidiment all the more.

Please show me (and us all) such a story in a report, photos or drawings.

Gerhard K, Bielefeld

We’ll do something soon, Gerhard

Dear Sir,

I have been an avid reader of your magazine since the first issue ,and still hold every edition from the House of Blushes. In fact you were kind enough to print a previous letter of mine in the Fourth Supplement. I now feel the need to contribute further after reading Uniform Girls 13. There are two articles in particular that have caused me to write. Firstly the letter from K.L. [also published in Blushes 23, so I removed the duplicate] who like me seems to thrive on humiliating young women in front of as many people as possible. I would like to support his request for readers own photos, particularly those showing uniforms or delightfully tight pyjamas enclosing equally delightful girl-bums.

Secondly, the short story The Chairman’s Chauffeuse really threw me. At first sight it seemed a run of the mill picture with a few paragraphs added. I only read the story because it was there, if you understand what I mean. But on reaching the last few lines it became one of the most complete C.P. stories I have read for quite a while. The thought of a properly punished (dare I say) step-daughter was truly wonderful. But the story was enhanced a thousandfold by the thought of two spoiled and selfish stepsisters doing anything that they wished and knowing that their darling daddy would give them anything they wanted. A sort of modern day Cinderella, without the handsome prince, if you like.

In fact so impressed was I with these two items along with the talk of bottomless shorts and pyjamas at Grangemoor and the beautiful pert Alison, that I have been inspired to write a short story myself. It concerns your stepdaughter, as well as daddy and her wicked stepsisters, Sally and Julie.

‘But mummy, I wasn’t that late picking daddy up from his club,’ pleaded Suzie as she pulled her sweet little pyjama trousers over her just bathed bottom.

‘I know dear,’ replied her mother, ‘but you know daddy is a stickler for punctuality. I must go now, the Simmons are expecting me at seven, I really mustn’t be late.’ Stepping forward she kissed her daughter lightly on the cheek. ‘Goodbye dear, don’t keep daddy waiting or it will be all the worse for you.’ Her mother turned and left, rushing downstairs across the hall and out through the large oak door.

All she cares about are her ‘G and T’s’, fur coats and fast sports cars, thought Suzie sorrowfully. She slipped her pyjama jacket on and fixed her blonde hair in pigtails. She looked a picture, the perfect schoolgirl in her pretty pale pink pyjamas and clean scrubbed face. But she wasn’t a schoolgirl anymore, she was nearly nineteen in fact. Although that didn’t bother her stepfather; since she had been working at her stepfather’s company it sometimes seemed that her pert bum had only just recovered from one tanning when she was over his knee or bending over his desk for another.

Suzie was aroused from her day dream by the maid tapping her bedroom door. ‘Your father wants you in the lounge straight away miss.’ Suzie felt so ashamed; she knew the maid was well aware of the reason she was in her pyjamas at 6.30 in the evening. In fact she was sure that the maid was inwardly laughing at her.

Suzie padded across the landing without realising she had forgotten her slippers. Down the stairs she went following a well-practised route across the hall towards the lounge door, all the time her plump bottom swaying inside her tight but awfully thin cotton pyjamas.

Just as she reached the lounge door the front door bell rang. The lounge door burst open and out flew Sally almost knocking poor Suzie back across the hall. ‘Out of the way stupid, no wonder you get spanked so often. You’re always mooning around!’ shouted Sally, who was only a few months older than Suzie.

The maid reached the front door before Sally. ‘It’s alright, it will be Cynthia and Samantha for me, I’ll get it,’ called Sally as she pushed Suzie aside.

‘Get in here my girl,’ boomed a voice from inside the lounge. It was of course Suzie’s stepfather. Suzie rushed into the lounge. ‘Shut the door, you slovenly creature,’ said a different voice. It was Julie and, horror of horrors, sitting next to her was her fiancé, Roger. Tears welled in Suzie’s eyes as she could feel Roger mentally undressing her. Although that would not take too much doing as her pyjamas fitted so snugly that every curve and crevice seemed to show.

‘Don’t get any thoughts Roger dear,’ Suzie heard Julie say ‘She’s only a naughty little girl who’s due a good spanking, isn’t she daddy?’

‘She most certainly is,’ replied Suzie’s stern looking stepfather. Suzie began to cry openly as she was ordered to her father’s side where he was seated on an armless chair.

‘Come on over my knee. Let’s see if I can spank some sense into you.’

Shaking her head, pigtails emphasising its movement, Suzie resisted. Her stepfather turned her around where she stood and slapped her thinly-clad bottom six times, causing it to wobble delightfully, or so Roger thought.

‘Please, daddy. Not in front of him. Please, please,’ wailed Suzie. As Company Chairman, Suzie’s stepfather was used to people doing what he wished. Again his hand smacked across Suzie’s bottom.

‘You embarrassed me by turning up late. I had promised to get Sir Arthur to Euston in time and what happened? You arrived late and he missed his train! Now get over my knee, or else.’

He didn’t finish the sentence; Suzie knew what ‘or else’ meant.

‘Oh, don’t worry little sister, Roger and I are leaving. I’ve seen you punished often enough,’ mocked Julie. Taking Roger by the hand, she led him to the door. She knew Roger had been turned on by what he had seen and she was going to reap the benefits. After all, daddy would be busy for quite some time.

Bottom tingling, Suzie felt a certain amount of relief as Julie and Roger left the room. Her relief was short-lived, for she was turned quickly over his knee and he began spanking her bottom hard. Her pyjamas seemed to be stretched to their limit. Underneath the thin material her bum seemed to have burst into flames and her cries echoed around the room. How he enjoyed these occasions when he, like Roger, was quite aroused. Suzie blushed, embarrassed at feeling her stepfather’s hardness against her tummy. The embarrassment was enhanced by a knock on the door. It was Sally.

‘Do you mind if we wait here until our taxi arrives. We are going to a new club so we don’t want to drink and drive, daddy.’ Her father, now quite red in the face, looked up. ‘No of course not my dear.’ His hand immediately crashed down on Suzie’s throbbing bum, causing her to writhe provocatively across his lap. ‘Why oh why can’t you be as sensible as Sally,’ he lectured, spanking Suzie hard at each word.

Through her cries Suzie could hear the other girls whispering and giggling. Her bottom now felt on fire; she thought her thin pyjamas might almost burst into flames. How her body danced over her stepfather’s knees.

‘Please stop, daddy, please,’ she pleaded, but still the spanks rained down on her defenceless bottom. She was caught by a particularly cruel smack on her thigh causing her to wrestle free. She fell to the floor causing the other three girls to burst into fits of riotous laughter.

‘I’m not having this!’ roared her irate parent as Sally got to her feet, furiously rubbing her so sore bum. ‘I’ll teach you.’ He grabbed her pyjama trousers at mid-thigh, pulled, and down they came causing the tight elastic to drag roughly over Suzie’s reddened backside. Before she could get herself together, Suzie found herself face down over his lap again, a fresh barrage of smacks falling on her now unprotected rear.

‘You will learn!’ Smack! Smack!

At last he desisted; she lay there crying and reaching back trying to ease the pain.

‘Don’t think I’ve finished with you yet, young lady,’ wheezed her out-of-breath father. ‘Sally, fetch the cane from this madam’s bedroom while I go to my study to make a phone call. And you, young lady, will stand in the corner until I return.’

Suzie reached down to pull up her pyjamas which were now around her ankles. A sharp slap bought her instantly back up.

‘Leave those where they are. It’s a bare bottom caning for you, my girl.’ Suzie shuffled over to the corner knowing Cynthia and Samantha were openly laughing at the spectacle she now presented. She clutched her burning rump with both hands. ‘Get your hands on your head, you wretch!’ ordered her father as he left the room.

The door closed and then opened again almost immediately. Sally had returned with the cane. She began to swish it about and make mocking ‘ohs’ and ‘don’t, please, daddy’ comments causing Suzie to flinch and the other two to laugh until they were in tears. ‘I do hope their taxi arrives before daddy comes back,’ thought Suzie and began to cry anew.

Poor Suzie.

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I hope you can find space to print my little fantasy and maybe add some pictures or drawings to help it come to life. Maybe you could even get Alison to model for it. Of course I realise you may have to edit somewhat. If you do not find my story up to your high standards maybe you can get one of your professionals to write a story in a similar vein.

As a postscript, may I elect ten young ladies whom I would like to see lining up in bare-bottom pyjamas at the excellent Grangemoor (more stories soon I hope).

1. Tracy Childs who plays Lyn Howard in Howards Way. What a super arse.

2. Sarah Greene. I would dearly love to slipper this cocky madam’s bare backside red raw.

3. Anneka Rice. Imagine chasing her around the dormitory, bare bum wobbling frantically.

4. Sharon Gless of Cagney and Lacey. An hour-long spanking would just about do it.

5. Sally Whittaker — she plays the new barmaid in Coronation Street. The back of a plastic hair brush followed by the cane for this madam.

6. Amanda Burton — Heather in Brookside. No silk pyjamas for you my girl, just bare bum over my knee.

7. Your model who played Alison. She’s so pert I just want to — well, I know what I want to do with her.

8. Tracy Ullman. She’s got much too big for her boots lately. I’d soon bring her down a peg or two with my strap.

9. Anne Diamond — A good tanning then early to bed, and not because of getting up for work either.

10. Last but not least — Hannah Gordon, older but no less pert. Her size lends her to being an overgrown schoolgirl.

Anyway thanks for a great series of magazines. Hope you can find space for all this.

A.H.A