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Dear Sir, Firstly may I congratulate you on your series of publications; I would also like to say that I was sad to note the demise of Whispers . Could not this be bought back as a quarterly or perhaps on special subscription? Your magazines however far excel all other CP journals. Although I enjoy all stories and photos, there is one point about humiliation which I would like to make. Apart from one mention early last year this is never given a thought by your writers. It concerns young ladies who wet their pants. Over the years I’ve had the pleasure of punishing a few young ladies with the cane; of these, more than half wet themselves at some time during the proceedings. I managed to talk to some of them about these incidents and it seems that the main cause of this is the anguish, and waiting for the punishment. I should like to see some photo-sequences showing girls with blushes on both sets of cheeks, plus punishment for them because they haven’t been able to control themsel...

A CalStar video. Review from  www.spreview.net : F/f; time: 17 minutes A very brief pithy elegant episode, at least for this observer, who is not seeking carved-up victims. A very tall blonde, Mrs Bainbridge, has been referred by her husband to a female disciplinarian for lack of submission, which in this faux Victorian setting could mean… well, she is going to be taught to submit. An older librarian-type woman does the work here, and she is not shy. Bainbridge is told she is to be spanked, as authorized by her husband. First she must expose her bare bottom, which entails a comical peeling of sheaths of Victorian cloth. But finally, there appears the pink bottom, and she is young, solid, and beautiful. The OTK spanking is firm and impressive. She kneels on a chair. The mistress notes: ‘We’re a little pink.’ The handspanking continues. ‘Does it sting?’  ‘Yes, miss.’ Lovely full screen on her bottom. The mistress di...

This lovely story from Blushes 57 was referenced by New Moral Order as being a prequel of sorts to Bargain Price (see Comments). I have accelerated its appearance so you can judge for yourselves. Sitting on the bus she surreptitiously looks again at the list Mr Birling has given her. Frowning slightly then putting it back in her bag. Three names and three addresses. Men’s names naturally. Just three names on the piece of paper but that is only for a start. To see how she gets on. The first on the list today, this sunny March afternoon: Mr Colway, Frobisher Drive which is close to the next bus stop. Then Mr Anthorp tomorrow. Mr Vaneway the next day. And after that… She bites her lip, thinking what she has thought a hundred times: what if anyone found out? Her mother. Or Gary. The possibility doesn’t bear thinking about. She has told them it is a secretarial job. That was the job she went for, to the Acme Advertising Agency, only...