Letters from Blushes 31

Dear Editor,

I think I may claim, as so many of your readers do, that I am one of your faithful readers. While your competitors in the C.P. scene seem to become more bland and more uninteresting, your publications continue to give us exciting yarns and photo-stories of sexy young ladies to match.

Typical of your forte is the story Who Really Understands Girls in Blushes 28. To have two young ladies involved as you have in this yarn, mature Paula (nearly 30) and nymphette Sandra (five foot two in her nylon hose) is for me at least a real bonus. Talk about two for the price of one.

I am glad to note that Uniform Girls, after a slight flat patch, has returned to its usual high class standard. Of course nurses will always appeal to the majority of us but to couple Joanne, a real Audrey Hepburn look-a-like with the technology of the computer was a real inspiration.

Remember how you promised ages ago for the delectable Linda to write us a monthly column? Well I reckon that the delectable Joanne could well fill her place.

P.C.

Dear Blushes,

I give you one true story, which has played on my mind since I heard about it last week, and especially as I know the girls involved.

I was at a cocktail party; Penny the wife of one of my closest friends had had quite a few glasses of wine and was very talkative.

We got round to their two daughters who happened to be there helping serve the eats. I jokingly said that they were getting big girls now, especially in the sitting region. Well this really got the ball rolling, ‘Don’t talk to me about bottoms,’ Penny said, ‘I’ve had enough problems on that subject.’

Well how could I leave it there? After a few more questions, I found out that she and Paul, her husband, have been having great rows over the girls’ discipline.

Paul has apparently started to get very protective towards the girls and has in fact started to spank them quite regularly.

Lisa, the eldest, I think she is now nineteen, has had her bottom spanked every week for the past five weeks and Jessica has had her bottom spanked three times in the last month.

Apparently, Penny was in agreement that a spanking might be a good idea after Lisa had come home three times very over her allowed time. Jessica was getting very rude and stubborn, so she too was given a spanking.

The trouble began when Paul started to spank the girls on their bare bottoms; they had to put their pyjamas on and go to the master bedroom, where a chair was placed in front of two mirrored sliding wardrobes, the girls then went over their step-father’s knee for a prolonged bare bottom spanking.

There were many heated words over the fact that they had been spanked bare in front of a large mirror, but the final outrage came when Penny found Lisa sitting on top of the radiator in the bedroom, warming her bottom up before she was spanked.

Lisa had taken the spankings in her stride, but Paul was now making them far too long and hard for any girl to take in a reasonable and dignified manner. When she told her father that things were getting too hot, he told her to warm her bottom up first, have a hot bath, sit on the radiator; ‘That will prepare it for the spanking, then it won’t hurt as much.’

Well, she had taken her step-father at his word and was warming up on the radiator. Penny was furious; not only was he spanking the girl’s bare bottom in front of a mirror, he was making the girl heat her bottom before he spanked it.

Well we never really finished the conversation as Paul interrupted us. Anyway I hope you may be able to use this letter, the thought of Lisa sitting on the radiator definitely appeals.

D.S.R., Surrey

Dear Sir,

Having barely restrained myself from writing letters of criticism over the past few months I am delighted to be writing in praise of Uniform Girls 15. It’s splendid to see that girls are once again coming in for their fair share of punishment.

Looking back I’m sorry we doubted you. But in the past much-loved publications have changed character without warning, always for the worse and always by becoming more timid, more decorous and less severe. We look to you to provide us with the firmest punishments, the most titillating forms of humiliation at present on offer, so any evidence of a climb-down is extremely worrying. No doubt restrictions apparent in recent editions were forced upon you. I think you did enough in 1986 to prove you had our interests at heart, so let’s hope you are going to make up for lost time with a real blitz over the next few issues.

I must applaud the photography, though this is usually the aspect of your publications I find least satisfactory, being a confirmed tears-and-weals man. The highly revealing pictures of the girl on her back across the desk, legs tucked back and everything on show, were most exciting. More brilliant lighting, a sharper lens and slower film speed would improve them even more, as we want to see every detail.

I enjoyed the pictures of the girl sitting on the stairs in the first story, though her skirt was far too short to be realistic. I know you tried to explain this away in the text, but there really is little point in straying away from what today’s girls are actually wearing, for a bit of a leg show — their modesty is going to be fully outraged by the end of the photo-set. You set great store by your attention to the girls’ clothing and there’s no excuse for being unaware of current fashion. You need only glance at the relevant pages of mail order catalogues if you find it too much trouble actually to look at girls in the streets. Many girls today wear skirts well below the knee, but still very sexy because of their shape and tightness, gathered behind the knee by buttoned straps. Thus their bums are given great prominence.

Although I take J.C’s point that ‘uniform’ can mean anything a cruel master chooses to dress his charges in, for me the bigger thrill comes from seeing a totally convincing nurse, maid, waitress or the like, being put through the mill. Like P.L. in the letter which proceeded his very successful questionnaire in Whispers 4, I like to think of genuine members of these institutions and occupations being compared with the thoroughly punished victims of your photographs and stories.

The highlight of Uniform Girls 15 is of course the one and only letter, where a Manchester gentleman dreams up a fortnight’s torment for his next-door-neighbour’s eighteen year old daughter. Your publications certainly seem to have had a liberating effect on the male imagination! I have enjoyed all the recent letters on that subject, especially where photographs have been included —what a fat arse Katie has in a recent Supplement!

I do hope we’ll be seeing and hearing a lot more about other peoples fantasy ‘victims’ in the near future. I’m glad that your Manchester reader had next-door’s Mandy doing all the most unpleasant and dirty jobs he could think of. The nice thing about his regime is that it is unrelenting, as every detail has been so carefully worked out to give Mandy the worst possible time.

I think the story I enjoyed most in Uniform Girls 15 was the one in which Hilary was caned by three men [The Head Girl]. What I liked most was the fact that the girl turned out to be completely innocent of the offence for which her bottom had suffered 18 cuts of the cane. I suppose it’s my nature, but I always especially enjoy situations where the girl has done nothing wrong and yet is still subjected to the most painful of punishments and the most soul-destroying of humiliations. That’s why I like the victims to be absolutely vulnerable to shameless exploitation.

Completely innocent?

I cannot state too strongly my delight at seeing you back to full power again with this latest Uniform Girls. However, there is still a long way to go before you come near to satisfying the desires of your readers, if the letters are to be taken at face value. I cannot at present foresee a situation in which you come up with an idea which goes too far for your fans — I think the message so far is, the more the girls suffer, the more happy we are!

C.N.

SUGGESTION BOX

Dear Sir,

How about this as an idea for a photo story?

A middle-aged couple whose daughter has long ago left home to live abroad pick up a bedraggled young hitch-hiker one night on their way home. It is clear from what she tells them that she has nowhere to go and is trying to escape from an unhappy life or experience. She falls asleep in the back of the car and the couple talk together about what might be done. They agree to take her home with them and they see the opportunity to fulfil a very special fantasy.

The girl wakes up when they stop the car. She is confused at first but is reassured by the woman. They take her into their house telling her that she cannot possibly risk going any further on a night like this. Once in the house, the girl is encouraged to get out of her wet clothes. The woman remains in the room to help and the girl finds herself being undressed completely. She is wrapped in a large towel and settled into an armchair. The man returns with a tray of hot drinks.

Once the girl has finished her drink she is told that she must have a nice hot bath before bed. She is guided up the stairs to the bathroom and stands by as the woman runs the bath. It slowly dawns on her that the woman has no intention of leaving; she protests but is told she is being a silly girl. She declares that she is eighteen and not a child; in spite of herself she finds herself pouting and stamping her foot. The woman becomes more angry and rips the towel from her; with surprising strength she grasps the girl by her ear and forces her into the water. To hide her embarrassment the girl curls up in the bath; the woman calls for her husband. Together they bath the now very frightened girl. She is flushed with shame as they soap and clean every part of her body. They tell her that she is just as wayward as their daughter used to be but they know what to do about that.

After the bath she is dried by the man and then powdered across the woman’s lap. A pair of girl’s pyjamas are produced and although they are very tight she squeezes into them gratefully. She is taken along to a bedroom which clearly, from the decoration and toys, is that of their daughter when she was young. They both lecture her sternly about her behaviour in the bathroom and they tell her that she must be punished. She finds herself standing at the man’s knee as he pulls down the tight pyjama bottoms. He pulls her down across his knee and begins to spank her. He starts slowly but soon he is delivering a brisk and painful spanking to the defenceless young bottom. When he finishes the girl is in tears and is grateful for the comforting cuddle given by the woman. They help her to put her very red bottom back into the pyjamas and tuck her up in bed.

The following day she wakes up and can hardly believe that she has not dreamed the whole thing, but no, there is the strange room. She gets out of bed and finds a pile of clothes on the chair. She examines them and then gets dressed. She gets out of the pyjamas and puts on the things that have been left for her. She finds that although they just about fit they are small, short and young for her. She puts on navy cotton pants and vest followed by a short blue cotton dress with puff sleeves. She feels a little silly but nevertheless ties her hair in bunches, a style she has not used for some considerable time.

She goes downstairs and finds the woman finishing breakfast. The man has left for work. The woman tells her that they have decided she should stay for a while. The girl looks bewildered but doesn’t protest. The girl finds herself unable to counter the dominant attitude of this woman and still less the man when he returns home in the evening. They say that she needs to be taken in hand before she ruins her life and since her own parents were clearly incapable they will undertake the task. In particular they will return her to proper discipline. To demonstrate what they intend to do they tell her she is to be spanked again. She protests that she has not misbehaved and they cite this as an example of impertinence. The woman takes her first. Sitting in an upright chair she pulls the girl across her lap and pulls up the skirt of her short blue dress. She then skilfully pulls down the girl’s panties and removes them completely. The man settles himself within a few feet of the girl and is treated to tantalising glimpses between the girl’s thighs. His pleasure is increased as his wife begins to spank. The chubby bottom is soon reddening under her stinging spanks and as the girl begins to squeal in pain she struggles and kicks her legs, affording him even better views.

When the woman is tired the girl is transferred to the man’s lap. He pulls the dress back up out of the way and begins work on the already very sore cheeks. Before he is finished the girl is howling for mercy and is totally under their control. She is sent, still crying, to stand in the corner. She is ordered to take off the dress and to put her hands on her head making a charming picture of contrition, and later when the man and woman are ready for more entertainment with their new ‘plaything’, she is sent to her room, with instructions to pull down her knickers and wait at the end of the bed. The girl wails in pro-test but does as she is told. What do the couple have in mind for their new ‘daughter’?

D.T.R.

A MOLE UNCOVERED

Dear Sirs,

I noticed recently, in one of your magazines, a photograph which jogged my memory. The photograph was of a young girl with her knickers taken down, ready for the infliction of corporal punishment. What I noticed about the photo was a small mole low down on the girl’s bum-cheek — that and the delightful and beautifully spankable proportions of the bottom itself, was enough to convince me that that was a bottom that I — and no doubt a large number of readers of spanking magazines, through photographs — knew well. In fact, for myself, I can claim to know it intimately; shall I explain?

The girl — and her bottom — appeared on various occasions in the old, original Roué magazine. Lots of your readers will have seen the issues I am talking about. What they — and you yourself — will not know, is that I was the person who took quite a few of those photographs, the early ones in particular! It was I, who first persuaded Sally — the girl with the little mole — to take her knickers down for the camera — mine — and for the delectation of the readers of the old Roué. All the photographs of Sally I contributed to that publication over a period of twelve months or so, were taken purely out of genuine fascination with the subject of girls’ smacked bottoms; Sally was the perfect (in my opinion) model. I didn’t ever, nor did I want to, receive any payment for those contributions. Later on, and I have to admit that it was a mistake, I allowed myself to be persuaded to introduce Sally to the magazine’s editorial staff, and I lost my exclusive access to her. She appeared quite often thereafter, and I have even seen her in one of the first ever spanking videos — about six years ago or so. I believe she may eventually have been employed by the magazine in some capacity, though probably no longer, since she hasn’t appeared in print for four or five years now.

I don’t know how your publication came by the photograph that jogged my memory, but you may be interested to know that I still have all the negatives of all the photos I ever took of Sally, (examples enclosed), and you might possibly think it a worthwhile exercise to republish some of my collection.

Sally herself I got to know quite well, before I lost her; she was a student nurse when I met her, at Guy’s Hospital in London, and nearing the end of her training. Student nurses, in those days, didn’t have much money, and through a combination of my charm — as I like to think — and the promise of a modelling fee, it was fairly easy to persuade Sally out of her knickers. Not that she was in any way easy — in fact she was rather prim and proper; you will appreciate, I’m sure, that her primness made it all the more interesting. She had a sense of humour, though, and thus somehow contrived to reconcile her properness with the blatant impropriety of taking her pants down for a photographer.

I do not seek a fee for my photographs, should you wish to make use of them; my satisfaction would lie in the pleasure of seeing Sally and her lovely, smackable bottom — quite the best ever published, in my opinion — appearing again for the enjoyment of those of us who most appreciate a truly spankable bum.

K.V.W., London