Letters from Blushes Supplement 16

Dear Sir,

Having read many of your readers’ letters, I feel I have to share a recent experience with you as it is I think unlike any which I have read about.

A few weeks ago my wife, who is 22 years old, began a new job as secretary/personal assistant to the Managing Director of a local printing firm employing about 50 people. My wife, I must tell you, is very attractive, has a superb figure, 38-24-36, what one would describe as a long-legged blonde, and is a real ‘tease’.

Well, after being there for only about 2 weeks she kept coming home telling me that her boss, a man I have since learnt is 40, kept saying things like, ‘You deserve a good spanking young lady,’ and ‘I ought to put you over my knee,’ etc. and as she knew I would be more than interested in such comments, dutifully told me.

To let you understand at this point, I will tell you that since our courting days I have employed corporal punishment on my wife which she is more than ready to accept, and as this letter proceeds you will learn more concerning my practice and methods.

However, to return to my original account, having heard all about all the things Wendy’s boss was saying to her I decided to pay him a visit. Having telephoned first to make an appointment, I arrived to see Mr Shaw (name changed) at 5pm the following day with the arrangement that I would then take Wendy home. She of course waited outside Mr Shaw’s office whilst I kept my appointment with him.

Mr Shaw seemed very pleasant and asked me how he could help.

I began by asking him how Wendy was settling down and if he was satisfied with her work etc, and he assured me enthusiastically that she was doing very well and that he was more than pleased with her.

I then told him that Wendy had kept coming home telling me that ‘Mr Shaw told me today that I need a good spanking or that he ought to put me over his knee etc.’ I have never seen a man blush quite so much and at first he obviously didn’t know what to say. Full marks to him however in that he quickly blurted out that he was only joking and that it was just his form of endearment. He was panicking, I could tell, wondering if I was going to report the matter to some tribunal or something.

Not wishing him any more discomfort I quickly told him that I wished he would not joke in such a way; in fact I would much prefer him to actually get on and do it. His eyes nearly popped out of his head at the same time as his jaw dropped open. I could tell that he was absolutely speechless so I continued by telling him that Wendy was well-used to such discipline at home and I would be greatly obliged if, as and when she needed correction, he would administer whatever treatment he deemed necessary.

After he had got over the initial shock he asked me if I really meant that he should put Wendy over his knee and spank her.

More than that, I insisted; I explained that my opinion was that all young women should be kept under strict control and in order to keep girls in their rightful place they should be regularly trained, disciplined and humiliated, and that if he wished to do the job correctly it would be very necessary with Wendy to add as much humiliation to her punishment as possible.

Once he was sure I really meant what I was saying, we got into much deeper discussion concerning methods, and I told him that should he wish I would give him written permission to administer bare bottom spankings, tawsings or correction with a broad belt, but that I would prefer him not to use a cane as I am not happy with the severe marks left by such an implement, which could take several days to vanish. I also, at this stage, offered my views concerning humiliation and said that at home Wendy is made to pose, parade and stand in various outfits and uniforms as well as totally naked, for her humiliation and my pleasure, before, during and after punishment, and that he too was welcome to insist on similar lines if he so wished.

By this time I thought poor old Mr Shaw was about to faint as he had come to realise that I really meant what I said, and he admitted to me that he was fascinated by this whole subject and in fact bought various magazines, although he himself had never had the opportunity to actually become involved personally.

I suppose I had been talking with Andrew (as I have now come to know him) for well over half an hour, and having the same interest in common we very quickly got really friendly.

At this stage I suggested that he bring Wendy in and that together we told her of our intentions for her (although she knew mine in advance, of course.) She was brought in, and realising that Andrew was still in a state of shock, I informed her of our discussion and that I had given Mr Shaw my full permission to administer whatever correction and humiliation he thought necessary and appropriate, and said that I was going to make it official by writing a document stating just that. There and then I wrote out my statement giving Mr Shaw my whole consent, signed the document and ‘invited’ Wendy to sign also, which she of course did.

I then told Wendy to go and wait in the car whilst I had a further chat with Andrew.

I must explain at this point that Wendy, as I mentioned before, is quite a tease, is always sexily turned out but in a sophisticated way, that is to say she always wears high heels, stockings and suspender belt, but long stockings as she also likes to wear her skirts fairly short, always wears make-up and generally likes to show off her figure with either tight-fitting or low-cut tops. The point of my telling you this is that I also told Andrew that if he required Wendy to either wear or bring with her any particular clothes or outfit, just to send a letter home with her, addressed to me, and that I would make absolutely sure that his wishes were complied with.

Finally, I told him that I fully realised that being of a like mind to myself, obviously he could not be unaffected by administering such treatment and that I was quite happy for him to order Wendy to practise her finger work on him or indeed to put her ‘O’ levels to the test, but I did ask that when he felt she needed a full service, as all office equipment must need from time to time, that he inform me again in advance by letter, giving me the opportunity to be present if I wished. I added that it would not always be my intention to be present but I would at least like to know and have the right to be there should I so wish. As you might guess, he readily agreed to that request. Finally, before leaving I invited him to come to our home in order that he could see at first hand exactly how I myself deal with Wendy, and it was arranged he come the following evening.

And so, final details were arranged, and it was agreed that on those days Wendy needed punishing, she would wait after home-time at 5pm when Andrew would administer whatever treatment he felt disposed to, and that he would personally bring Wendy home in his car in order that she would not be too late; in fact travelling by bus which is her normal method gets her home about 5.45pm and Andrew assured me that except for rare circumstances she would be dropped off at about 6 to 6.30pm and that should this be any later he would phone me to let me know.

On leaving Andrew’s office I advised him that the sooner he put his intentions into operation the better, and that I presumed late arrival in the morning would warrant at least a good over-knee spanking.

Needless to say, the following morning Wendy was half an hour late for work. After being dropped off just after 6 that evening, Wendy began enthusiastically to tell me of the day’s events. As soon as she arrived late Mr Shaw had asked her ‘what time she called this to get into work,’ and having no excuse other than that her husband did not drop her off in time she was told that she would stay behind at 5pm to be punished. Apparently, the rest of the day went quite normally except that Wendy quite wickedly and deliberately flaunted herself in front of her boss, bending over to the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet several times, leaning over him at his desk to check on various paperwork and sitting cross-legged opposite him as he tried to give her dictation etc. The poor man must have been in a real state by the end of the day.

When that time arrived, Wendy assumed a very submissive role as she has been taught to do, and after everyone else had gone home Mr Shaw told her she was to receive a good spanking and ordered her to get over his knee. It was obvious to Wendy that her boss was still quite nervous as he had given her no other instruction concerning getting undressed or anything of that nature, and so taking the initiative somewhat she pulled down her french knickers with split sides which she had put on purposely and then proceeded to lay herself across Mr Shaw’s knee.

Wendy told me that she could certainly feel a big bulge sticking into her as she lay there, and after an initial gentle feel of her naked buttocks she was given about 10 spanks, but, she added, nowhere near as severe as she is used to.

Wendy told me that she was aware that Mr Shaw was still a little lacking in confidence at his new-found authority, and although he spent a moment or two stroking her bare bottom after the spanking, she felt that he was not going to issue any further instructions. She felt therefore that she had better help him out, so to speak, and so sliding from his knee to her knees in front of him she immediately applied her hands to his bulge and said, ‘Oh Sir, I’m very sorry for being late; please can I make it up to you?’ Without waiting for an answer, she unfastened him and began to use her fingers to please him. Wendy said that he was certainly ready for that, and his slight embarrassment disappeared straight away as she continued both with her lovely soft fingers and then her tongue. At this, he apparently quickly regained his authority and told her to use the whole of her mouth. She obeyed willingly and soon received evidence of this appreciation.

All this was only a couple of hours before Andrew, (Wendy’s Mr Shaw) as she always calls him, was due to visit us. It was something of a rush, but at 8.30 pm when the doorbell rang everything was ready.

Wendy was prepared and up in the punishment room (most people’s spare bedroom) but one which I have specially designed. I explained to Andrew that not only was he here to watch and note how I dealt with Wendy, but also he should feel free to participate and give instructions because after all he was her boss and must therefore show his authority as such.

I led Andrew upstairs and into the room. Wendy was dressed in a white blouse, a very short gym skirt just 12 inches in length, white ankle socks and black peep-toe ankle-strap shoes. She was wearing a red hair ribbon and was, as I had ordered, facing the wall with her hands on her head.

To begin with, I gave Wendy a good lecture about behaviour, and showed my great displeasure that her boss had found it necessary to discipline her at work, and informed her that she was going to be severely dealt with. Then came my instruction to strip down to her shoes, socks and knickers.

Still facing the wall she slowly removed her blouse and skirt, placing them on a chair beside her before replacing her hands on her head. Next came my order to turn around and face us so that Mr Shaw could see what a big girl she was. With her head hanging down with shame Wendy turned towards us both, and it was at this stage that Andrew joined into the full spirit of our session and told Wendy to come to him so that he could have a look at her big tits. He took them in his hands and gave them a very thorough examination, was clearly impressed by their size and firmness and made some comment about their size.

As Andrew was evidently so enchanted with Wendy’s large breasts, I put her through a vigorous exercise routine, making sure she bent and stretched, jogged on the spot etc, in order that her boss could see every aspect of her. I felt that it was now time for some real correction and commanded Wendy to go to the cupboard and fetch me the three-thonged tawse.

Having reluctantly but obediently complied with my instructions, she was then ordered to place herself over the padded barstool, legs well astride and arms fully extended, her hands holding the bottom foot rest at the front of the tall stool. Wendy, having assumed this position, I instructed her to pull her knickers down and resume her original position.

She was now totally at our disposal and I allowed her just to remain in that position for some minutes before her punishment began. Andrew was quite clearly hypnotised by Wendy’s naked body and I was allowing him time to drink in all that was taking place. I told Wendy that she was now to receive 12 good hard strokes of the tawse, and that after each one she would count its number.

I applied the first firmly and squarely across both inviting buttocks.

‘One sir,’ she gasped quickly.

‘Two sir,’ after the second had landed lower, at the top of her fleshy thighs.

‘Oh! Three sir…’ and so on, making sure every stroke was good and hard, in fact probably harder than normal, which is the way I had determined it for Andrew’s sake.

By the time the tenth and last had landed. Wendy’s naked bottom was glowing, and putting down the leather tawse I went to examine the hot red bottom. I could feel the heat as I ran my hands over her cheeks and I could tell that, although it had clearly been painful, Wendy had also found her correction stimulating as she was quite hot and wet.

I could tell that Andrew was finding it increasingly difficult to control his feelings as well as the physical effects on his person and I felt it right at this stage to move on without haste to the next part of my training programme.

Wendy was ordered to go to her room and change into her number 4 outfit and as she was complying with my wishes I engaged in conversation with Andrew, who told me that he was enjoying this experience more than anything he had ever done before and that for him this was a dream come true. He did confess that he was somewhat surprised at the severity of Wendy’s tawsing, but I assured him that she was used to such treatment and that in future his applications at work could be much more severe, and that also there could be a deal more humiliation than had been suffered by her that afternoon.

Andrew told me that he had not been sure just how much he had been expected and that he had not wanted to overdo things first time, but that now he had seen first-hand my own treatment he would promise to deal much more firmly with my wife.

Wendy now returned wearing a very short frilly baby-doll dress, smock type, which reached barely to the top of her thighs, no knickers, white ankle socks and white high-heeled sandals. I ordered Wendy to dance, pose, and adopt a variety of humiliating positions to the end that full exposure was achieved for her boss’s benefit. I then concluded this first punishment session.

That was the. first of several such sessions to date and this arrangement is continuing. Wendy has now worked for Mr Shaw for about 6 months, returns late from the office in his car on average about twice a week, and should you wish to know how things are progressing at work I will write again should you publish this letter. I could also tell you how I have used a couple to witness Wendy’s training and to add to her humiliation, but I will leave this should you wish me to write again.

M.J.

Thanks for the offer, M.J., We look forward to receiving pictorial evidence of Wendy’s punishments.

Dear Editor,

What a refreshing change Uniform Girls is. I have only just recently (3 issues ago) discovered your wonderful magazine, which for me, now puts all others well in the shade.

I am sure you must welcome comment, opinion and ideas from readers and therefore I am sending you several of my ideas which I believe would make your already excellent publication even better.

First of all, let me say that in line with other letters I have read in recent issues, I fully agree that humiliation is an essential aspect of discipline for any female and in particular girls who are becoming too self-assured in these days of misguided equality and feminism, and I feel that it is this important element which makes your magazine superior.

Photo sessions I would love to see are involving outdoor activities such as netball, tennis, etc. so please let’s have more.

Some further ideas for future issues are:-

Sea-Cadets (short skirt, sailor’s square collar, rope and whistle):

— Swabbing the deck.

— Raising the mast (it would raise mine).

— Lined up for inspection.

— Punishment of naughty sea-cadet girls.

Girls in little frilly party dresses, frilly panties and white socks.

Roman slave girl in little toga.

Police cadets at Training college.

Anyway, I hope you will use some of these suggestions and keep up your good work (and my pecker).

Now to another point, that being to comment on the latest letter from P.L. of the questionnaire. Basically I agree with most of what he says but may I take up one or two points.

Q.1. I’m afraid I have to disagree here and unlike P.L. who believes girls should be completely covered in public places. I would take an opposite line and suggest that laws should exist to deal with and punish girls who overdress on days when the usual British temperature exceeds 65°F. That is to say, when temperatures are such, all girls under the age of 30 should not be allowed to wear skirts any longer than say 16” in length, and for girls under 25 years 14”.

Any male over the age of 30 would have the right to check these details and special street boxes (similar to the old police boxes) would be in every area for such a purpose. Girls found to be contravening these regulations could then be taken to larger area boxes where a resident warden would be waiting to administer punishment to these offenders in the presence of the arresting male. I suggest a tawse be used to give 6 strokes on the bare bottom for skirt-length offenders and an over-knee hand spanking for others. Photographs would then be taken of the naked culprits and published weekly in a paper to be sold on every street corner in that town or city.

Q.10 In response to P.L.’s pleas, I am enclosing photos of my wife, who may I add is in full agreement with my opinions and who herself accepts my complete authority and finds security in total submission. Believe me, she is dealt with regularly, and often in the presence of 2 or 3 male friends of mine who have a special interest in this subject and who I initially contacted through a contact magazine.

Briefly, the methods I use are as follows:

— Punishment to the bare bottom is usually done with a tawse (3-fingered) sometimes a cane and occasionally a small cat-o-nine tails.

— Punishment to top of thighs (front) is by means of a 2-fingered tawse and punishment to the breasts by a small 6-tailed leather-thonged whip.

May I say that humiliation always accompanies and follows punishment and usually my wife has to undergo a strict and thorough medical examination by myself and any spectator. Other methods are used also for humiliation including public P.E. exercises, public potty training etc and my wife is then required to relieve any tensions built up in myself and my visitors before she is allowed to dress and resume normality.

Finally, you have my full permission to publish this letter or any part along with the photos if you so wish and/or forward both letter and photos to P.L.

Please give serious consideration to my requests for photo-stories as submitted and the pencil drawn strip sequence series.

Keep up your excellent work.

D.W. (Bradford)

Dear Sir,

I must write to compliment you on the recent issues of New Uniform Girls as usual all your magazines are superb and the girls glorious. The latest issue No. 14 was no exception, what a wonderful body Alison Whitford has and what a spankable behind!

Caroline in Caroline Under Canvas is also a delicious girl both in and out of her shorts! One thing missing however from recent issues are features with women and girls in French knickers — can we see some more soon. Also in the past you have featured girls in sports kit, short skirts or vests and PE knickers; why not feature a PE Instructress disciplining some of her charges, she in short skirt they in vests and blue knickers. I can’t wait for each new issue!

Andrew T

P.S. I have just got the latest copy of Blushes and am completely knocked out by the girl who portrays Sally in By a Fingertip [hardly surprising, as it’s the same model as Caroline Under Canvas]. What a superb, delicious supremely attractive girl! What wonderful cascading hair and what excellent photography, what I wouldn’t give to have her over my knee or anywhere.

Perhaps in PE vest and knickers?