Letters from Blushes Supplement 17

Dear Editor,

Muted applause for Issue No. 14 of Uniform Girls.

Stimulating as it was, I feel it could have been very much more so if:-

1. The printed word could have taken precedence over the photographs (in Issue No. 14, 32% as opposed to 66%, with the admirable sketch on Page 26 making up the difference). Why, on the same page, must the subtlety and innuendo of the image woven by the imagination be spoiled by a photograph, which (logistically magnificent) is not necessarily on the same wavelength?

An admirable sketch

2. More emphasis could be given to the reactions of those readers prepared to respond. In Issue 14, three pages only were deemed important enough to cater for the needs of those of us who find comfort, support and satisfaction in the equivalent views of fellow addicts.

3. While the taste-buds were sensually titillated by the stories, the three pages of readers’ letters provided food for thought! (P.L. with his television personalities montage; and P.R., Huntingdon with his exquisite portrayal of a Young Musician of the Year competition, which will never, ever, be the same again for me!!) What a pity editorial discretion felt obliged to leave out what must have been the ‘most interesting paragraphs!’

Please excuse the atrocious typing — the hairs on my palms keep getting entangled in the keys!

In appreciation and anticipation.

Terry J., N5

P.S. Whether by oversight or intent, the price of the publication was nowhere to be seen.

Hence I was delighted to insist that the snotty-nosed teenaged pseudo-blonde stuck-up newsagent’s assistant was obliged to thumb through Issue 14 (back and front) in a vain attempt to ascertain the correct amount. I maintained it was only £5 but eventually (grudgingly!) paid her £6.

Her expression, as I compared her own bleached hair with that of the model on Page 36, was worth the price of admission alone!

Please continue to neglect printing the £ sign!

Newsagent's assistant?

Dear Sir,

I’m an Italian reader of Blushes and I write because I wish to say something about your questionnaire published in Whispers and in Blushes. Among others, one question was on the list of celebrities. Well. In all the lists sent by readers there’s many well-known girls but there’s not (in my opinion) THE MOST PROVOCATIVE AND SEXY GIRL that you have in England, the blonde teenager, the new queen of rock, the eighteen-year-old Patsy Kensit.

Patsy Kensit (1)

Your pretty star is frequently here in Italy in many television shows. (And I record all these apparitions with my video-recorder). Each time Patsy appears half-naked; only a transparent little vest or an extra mini-skirt, her beautiful legs bare and gilded high heels. And again bangles and more bangles (arms and ankles). Well. I think Patsy needs a long course of discipline in a correctional establishment for one year. Yes. One year because this pretty eighteen-year-old is the most provocative insolent impertinent little tart ever seen. Patsy deserves many stern punishments because she is proud and loves to give herself airs.

She deserves stern punishment based on P.T. (strenuous sessions in a particularly furnished room) with old males (masters) and instruments purchased specially for the pretty little tart; canes, birches, but particularly riding-crops and tawse (3 thongs). I imagine Patsy in the punishment room where she is compelled to strip naked in front of two old disciplinarians, while they bite their lips. And begin the punitive session.

Patsy Kensit (2)

Before all, Patsy is ordered to touch her toes and the first disciplinarian (the youngster) administers ten strokes of the cane, then the birch. The session continues with the second disciplinarian (the oldest) and Patsy this time is ordered to cycle her legs in the air for ten hard strokes of the riding crop given by her punisher and then the man (tawse in right hand) says in a sterner voice: ‘And now, run on the spot, Patsy. Off with the shoes — run on the spot. Move — run on the spot, I said. At once, little tart. Run barefoot. Faster, faster, Patsy.’

And so Patsy receives several well-aimed strokes of the tawse (3 thongs) on her tender provocative rear and on the back of her thighs (18 strokes, as her age). Then to bed, naked, and the next day she must sing naked in the hall of the establishment for all the men of the staff in the correctional institute and the day expires with an unforgettable gauntlet.

Patsy Kensit (3)

I’d like to know in your pages reserved to the letters, if this pretty star is loved by the English readers of Blushes. I think Yes. Thank you if you print my letter in Blushes and I hope my English is good.

F.M., Milan

Editor: Could any reader oblige with a picture of the aforementioned Patsy Kensit; she sounds delicious! [You’re welcome]

 

Dear Sir,

Living as I do in the North of England, I have only recently discovered your excellent magazines, in particular Whispers promises to be the supreme C.P. magazine if it adheres to the standards in Nos. 1-3.

My only disappointment so far is that in Blushes my favourite fantasy of girls undergoing a thorough medical examination is touched upon several times in text but only marginally (if at all) in pictures.

This is surprising because as far as story lines go, this is probably the most legitimate and least far fetched way of humiliating a girl there is. A perfect example of this is the Aspirant (Blushes 15) where the girl is kept naked even when the doctor examines her throat and asks her the routine medical questions.

The Aspirant

Good reasons for girls to undergo medicals are legion; medicals for jobs, for example, or girls visiting GPs, worried about pregnancy or wanting to go on the pill (a good reason to lead to a caning) and although previous magazines have touched on this, the actual medical is always skimmed over.

There is great variety in methods of examination even in the way girls are presented for examination. They may arrive in normal dress or other appropriate outfits and be ordered to remove items of clothing as the medical progresses, ending up naked or perhaps in just aertex knickers. They may arrive in gym apparel with vigorous exercise being part of the examination or punishment. The crucial element is that the girl hopes to keep on as much as possible but is nervously aware that whatever the doctor instructs her to do is perfectly legitimate and happens every day.

The details of the examination are the same, as she stands naked before the doctor and is told to put her hands on her head while he watches her breasts rise and fall, she may be acutely humiliated but knows that it is a perfectly legitimate part of breast examination — as any viewer of BBC’s Hospital Watch will testify.

My own fantasy starts with the girl being told to remove all her clothes and jewellery and she is handed a smock to put on. This, she is told by the nurse, is necessary for the routine chest X-ray and she is allowed to change alone. The smock is very thin material and her nipples can clearly be seen underneath. Not only that but there is only one tie on the back and try as she might — looking over her shoulder into the dressing mirror — she cannot cover her bum. As she returns from the X-ray she hopes that she may be allowed to dress, maybe just the bottom half, but it is not to be; the nurse shows her straight to the doctor’s examination room, introduces her to the doctor, hands him a clipboard and leaves.

First she is told to face the eye-test board and read the smallest letters with each eye covered. The mere act of raising one arm to cover each eye, lifts the gown up to her crotch, it is so short. She still clings to the hope that she might keep the gown on, after all its so thin, a stethoscope could easily be used through it. She is then told to sit down for the routine questions and when she does, immediately feels the cold wooden chair on her bum. She is right in front of the doctor and self-consciously places both hands together between her thighs. ‘Yes,’ she answers, she’s had measles, ‘No,’ she’s never had whooping cough — she stares at the floor as she answers, allowing the doctor unrestricted viewing of her creamy lissom thighs.

‘Stand up and take your gown off.’ It is the command she has feared but she stands up immediately; crossing her arms she lifts the gown up over her head. First the doctor sees the dark ‘V’, then her round firm belly; the gown catches her breasts, momentarily pulling them upward before they fall; bobbing free they bounce only once before proudly regaining their position. She is told to put the gown on the chair and stand up straight — she does as she is told, trying to be nonchalant but her flushed face tells a different story.

First it’s the stethoscope; he brushes her left breast with the stethoscope as he places it over her heart, ‘Deep breath now,’ he says. ‘Out.’ She is told to breathe in several more times as the stethoscope is placed on various parts of her chest, her breasts falling and rising as she does so. ‘Turn round,’ commands the doctor. She does so while he sounds her back. ‘Touch your toes.’ She obeys, and knowing what’s on view keeps her thighs pressed tightly together. ‘Legs apart please.’ His instructions are firm and terse and he manages to control his breathing — not letting his voice betray his mounting excitement, the other obvious pointer to his arousal being hidden by his white coat.

She remains bent over, her legs about eighteen inches apart. The doctor puts on a pair of gloves and starts to probe — she is mortified — no one has seen as much of her as this man has seen. The doctor moves away to dispose of the gloves and tells her to straighten up — as she does she contemplates putting her legs together but since she has not been told to, remains in the ‘at ease’ position. He strolls around to face her. Put your hands on your head,’ he snaps. ‘And down.’ She complies. ‘Hands on head.’ He repeats the exercise several times. With her hands on her head he places both his hands under her arms and from there to the sides of her breasts. ‘Any trouble with your breasts?’ he questions. ‘N-no,’ is all she can reply as he kneads the flesh and teases the nipples. ‘Let’s have you up on the couch then.’

First the girl is made to kneel on the couch with her hands clasped behind her neck. ‘No back trouble?’ the doctor asks; again the girl manages a barely audible, ‘No.’ ‘Arch your back,’ she is told and with his right hand on her thigh and his left hand feeling her spine he appears to be giving her back expert attention — but his eyes and his mind are on the young firm breasts being forced forwards.

For her final humiliation she lies on her back — her legs in the stirrups and this man between her outstretched legs poking, probing, looking; she has never felt so utterly naked or humiliated in her life — her head to one side, her eyes closed, a small tear burns across her hot cheek. Then her ordeal is over… for the time being.

Surely the ultimate humiliation must be brought to life in one of your publications — please!

Christopher E.

Editor: We would recommend that you obtain a copy of the Blushes Supplement Number 1, Christopher. A photo from the Reich Girls sequence in that magazine is reprinted here.

A Reich girl

I have been buying C.P. magazines for a number of years now and I would like to offer my congratulations and thanks to your production team for their splendid work in recent issues of your magazines (Blushes, Uniform Girls and The Supplement). I am particularly pleased to see photo stories in sequence, showing a punishment situation from start to conclusion. The preparation and aftermath of a punishment is just as important as the spanking/caning itself to us C.P. fans and the features in Blushes No. 27 were especially good in this respect, particularly Carriage and Posture. Well done! Now some pleas and suggestions to keep your magazines at the head of the field.

Suggestion Number One: Girls lifting their skirts to reveal tights now and again as a change from stockings and suspenders (which I still adore incidentally!).

Number Two: Like A.B. in Feedback in No. 27, I find a lace edged slip a sexy garment which is seldom seen in C.P. mags. How about it Blushes?

Number Three: Please can you feature more women/girls dishing out the punishment to discerning female bottoms. There is nothing more exciting for me than to see a young woman being treated like a naughty little girl by another woman.

I am simply going to have to pretend that this isn’t going to happen —

Finally, may I outline my idea for a photo story in one of your excellent publications. A smartly dressed woman aged about thirty is seated on an armless, straight-backed chair with an embarrassed looking young girl standing in front of her being lectured prior to spanking. We see the shamefaced girl lift first her skirt and then her slip to her waist and then get into position across the woman’s knees (let’s have her right over, head down and toes just touching the floor, bottom well up). Next we see the woman loop her fingers into the waistband of the girl’s panties and the girl turn her head and plead for her modesty, but of course to no avail! The smirking woman pulls the offending girl’s knickers down to her knees and now with a determined look on her face she sets about teaching the girl a real lesson. As the spanking progresses we see the distress on the girl’s face and her legs kicking (perhaps a high heeled shoe could be lost at this point and one of those Blushes shots of her treasures between her scissoring legs would be a treat).

‘Now, just get across the chair, dear, and stick your bottom up a teensy bit —’

Finally, at the conclusion of her punishment we see the sobbing girl standing in front of her punisher rubbing her smarting red bum while the still-seated woman looks up at her with a smug look of triumph on her attractive face.

Further details of the story I leave to your production experts but would suggest that the roles could be a businesswoman and her errant secretary, a manageress and her sales girl or a landlady and her barmaid.

Please, please Blushes see what you can do to bring my fantasy to life.

Yours hopefully,

D.R., Bedford

We’ll do something for you if we can, D.R., and here’s a little something to be going on with.