Letters from Blushes Supplement 23

Dear Blushes,

Congratulations on your continuing high standards. The Feedback pages have been particularly stimulating in recent issues and, of course I have been very flattered to have two of my own letters printed in Supplement 15 and Blushes 28. I am now writing in response to P.L’s letter in Uniform Girls No. 14 in which he pleads for more people to respond to question No. 10 of his wonderful questionnaire: ‘Choose an attractive girl of your acquaintance and imagine that you are granted custody of her without fear of interference from social workers or other do-gooders…’

The girl I have chosen is the daughter of my Asian newsagent who is not merely attractive but is positively beautiful: aged approx. 18, she is very slim, above average height, has long dark hair reaching nearly to her waist and the most appealing large brown eyes. She is always smartly dressed. She is very efficient and polite when working in the shop but is terribly shy and self-conscious.

The scenario is this: she has somehow broken the strict religious code which her father insists she lives by. Knowing my interest in discipline he has ordered the girl (whose name is Nargis) to stay with me for a week. My orders are to humiliate and punish her severely. Her orders are to obey my every instruction: this she has promised to do.

Her father has gone away. It is 10 a.m., and we are alone in my living room. I draw the curtains. Nargis stands to attention in the middle of the room. I tell her to undress, explaining that her clothes will not be needed for the week as she will be naked at all times. With tears in her eyes but without hesitation or any defiance she complies: skirt, blouse, shoes, vest and knickers are one-by-one removed and placed neatly on a chair. She is ordered to put her hands on her head and place her feet a yard apart as I slowly walk round observing her beautiful brown body as no man, not even her father, has done before. She has long coltish legs, slim hips, her chest is rather flat: she certainly has no need of a bra. I disturb her long tresses so that her breasts are completely exposed. Her bum is firm and tight.

I tell her in a leering voice what is in store for her: she will have no privacy and suffer much degradation. As I do so my hands start their work; squeezing buttocks and tweaking nipples and finally my right hand comes to rest on her pubic mound. She offers no resistance but tears stream down her pretty face.

I then lead her over to the dining room table where are displayed three instruments of correction: a cane, a tawse and a martinet. I explain that her bare flesh will taste each of these regularly. Sitting down in an easy chair I order Nargis to kneel before me with her hands on her head. For several minutes I toy with her nipples which harden as I tease, tweak and pinch them. Then the girl is required to turn round, bend forward, arch her back and spread her legs wide as an act of complete subordination. As a final touch she is made to reach back and pull her bum cheeks apart. I keep her in this position for about 15 minutes, occasionally telling her to push her bum up higher or pull her cheeks further apart. Then, eventually, my hands come into play, poking, teasing and probing, to add the final humiliation.

Next Nargis is led into the bathroom where I run a cold bath (it is February). She is made to stand in it while I give her a thorough clean from head to toe with soap and a small scrubbing brush, paying particular attention to her breasts and other sensitive areas. She then has to sit a while in the cold water. When she is allowed out she is shivering and goose-pimply. I dry her off with a rough old towel and then decide to warm up part of her anatomy at least by taking her across my knee for a long hard hand spanking. This is followed by vigorous P.T. sessions: running on the spot, press-ups, sit-ups and squat-thrusts. After an hour of relentless activity during which time her efforts have been unflagging, her body is glistening with perspiration. Her reward is a hot shower: uncomfortably hot.

Next Nargis is to be subjected to an exercise in self-discipline but first some preparations have to be made. Still in the bathroom Nargis is made to adopt the hands-on-head, feet apart position. Taking a pair of small scissors, I trim down the luxurious growth under her arms until it is stubble and then do likewise to her more private areas. Shaving soap is then applied and the job is completed with the application of a safety razor. She is told to take her hands from her head and pull her bum cheeks apart. Meekly she obeys. I push a grape between her cheeks and she is made to clench her buttocks on the grape and thus holding it in place, return her hands to her head. She has to maintain this position for as long as she can. She manages abut three quarters of an hour before the strain on her buttock cheeks becomes too great and the grape drops to the floor.

It is now nearly time for Nargis to take some rest but after a simple meal of bread and water she must first ‘take some medicine’, and is led back to the dining room table and its array of instruments of punishment. I ask her which she would like to start with while my hands fondle her bum. In a state of nervous apprehension she chooses the tawse. ‘How many strokes do you think you deserve?’ I ask. The girl has no idea what to reply but, not wanting to upset me she replies ‘two dozen?’ in a hesitant way. ‘Two dozen it is then.’ Soon she is on her back on the table, her knees clasped to her chest and the tawse is doing its work. Not with force, for the week has just begun, but sufficient to cause discomfort. I decide not to administer any further punishment with cane or martinet at this point (there will be plenty of opportunities) and lead Nargis up to her bedroom which is next to mine. The room is spartanly furnished with a hard bed and a long, high bench with a padded top across which lie similar implements to those downstairs.

After being made to adopt a number of humiliating positions on the bed. Nargis is at last allowed to rest and sleep. If I feel inclined, though, I may wake her in the middle of the night and order her across the bench for some more ‘medicine.’

Before going to bed myself I make a few ‘phone calls and organise a little dinner party for the following evening. Perhaps I shall describe this event in a future letter.

Yours faithfully,

J.B., Welling, Kent

Dear Editor,

I am sure that many of the aficionados of issues from the Blushes stable will have been inspired as I was by the latest number of Blushes Supplement 21. Surely ‘Instant Glue’ was the name of the game.

How delightful to see the reappearance of the delectable Linda on the very first page. Why not let us have a fresh set of pictures of her? That smiling cheeky face of hers combined with the urchin haircut, cute bum and long, long legs must be everyone’s fantasy of the girl next door.

I really appreciated the studies of Marion on pages 18-19 in her green silk tunic. Her mentor, Mr Ingleton may have a plummy voice but the way he bundles the naked form of Marion across his knees I reckon that he is the epitome of a ‘S.O.M.’ [scary old man?]

One criticism: Supplement 21 gave us a fair share of bare bums and curly pussies but rather sparse with what I suspect many of your readers enjoy, naked tits! However you made up for it in the end. Sharon’s in Caught in the Act and what a hussy she is — gave not only Harry the beginnings of a heart attack but probably your readers also a considerable rise in the pulse rate at the sight of such mouth watering nubbins.

Peter C., Sussex

Dear Sir,

I am writing about two recent issues of your magazine. Those being Uniform Girls (20) and The Supplement (22).

I feel that nothing but the highest praise can be bestowed on the Uniform Girls. Where do you find such authentic models? We have of course met Jenny before and what a peach of a figure she has. Until this issue she was the best thing I had seen in any magazine since your early days. (I have had every issue of Blushes). But where on earth did you find Melinda. Now I have two favourite fantasy girls, and both in the same issue. It was not just the spanked but the spanker that caught my eye. She was perfect, feminine, aloof and strong. Someone who demands, and gets, respect from her charges.

Every picture had the right ‘feel’. The first ones of Melinda in her cute white pants made me feel like tearing them off her and walloping her bare arse from dawn till dusk. Further pictures of her being caned continued the thrill. A particular favourite (page 39) shows Melinda scooping up her vest to reveal her most charming rear, her steel blue eyes pleading for a reprieve, which fortunately was not forthcoming. What a face, what a figure, what a bum.

And what about the lovely Jenny. The colour picture of her bending over in the threadbare pants on page 16 is a classic. I also loved the inset on the same page with her pants being pulled up tight. The bare bottomed spanking she receives later seemed so real I could almost hear her cries.

The storylines were perfect. I liked the way that this particular issue concentrated on these two naughty young ladies and also the type of establishment they were placed in. Proper spankings and canings and plenty of humiliating dialogue; for all intents and purposes naughty little girls being treated like naughty little girls.

Do you think we could have more of these models including the older woman. Let’s have them spanked in uniform, shorts, knickers and of course bare. Personally I would like to see the woman punish them both together at bedtime. Put them both in pretty pattern cottoned pyjamas and have the woman spank them both until she is sure that they will be sleeping on their tummies that night.

Anyway after all that praise, I hope you do not mind a slap on the wrist. After the magnificent Uniform Girls I could not wait for the Supplement to come out. So much so I even went to Birmingham so that I could purchase it a week earlier than I could locally.

What a disappointment. Stories about a Russian gymnast and university students and a very poor letters section. Although Jenny turned up as Sally that story line just seemed a ‘mish-mash’ of ideas with very unreal pictures. So please try and maintain the high standard set in Uniform Girls No. 20.

Judging by the picture of the front of the Supplement it looks as though you will. Could this be another model that will turn me wild with C.P. desires. I really must go to Birmingham this weekend.

I hope you can publish this rather lengthy letter. And also endeavour to get my two favourite models together in the bedroom (or anywhere) and let’s see them get spanked and spanked and spanked again.

Yours in hope,

A true fan

Dear Editor,

Blushes 34 was very moderate, but a day later I bought Supplement 21. Do you have two separate staffs, one for each magazine? There was a vast difference in the quality of the posing. B34 was a great disappointment. However Supplement 21 was a dream [I think he’s got those mixed up as his comments below refer to B34 not BS21]. A great Join the Dots, one of your best, though the time you posed that lady astride a bench with legs open will take some beating. In the letter section you gave us a lovely shot of Miss Perfect Tits holding up her assets. She was the first Join the Dots model and the best in several respects. Tits, and facial expressions being her best points.

Now why not her in a front and back view spread over a bench? I suppose some of your past models are no longer available. I deduce this from the fact that you pop in the occasional rerun photos or previously unpublished shots of our favourite girls, like Linda-lovely-arse again, inside the cover of Supplement 21.

We’re not complaining because we can stand a rerun of your best girls. If you could get them back, those two would be a great hit together getting it over a trestle, similar to the sequence you did with Linda and a blonde girl some time back. The only other bum to compare in cane caressing appeal to Linda’s was the girl who is in Half Term Punishments. The one who only appears on her own in it in a bedroom for a spanking and (not very convincing caning). But her beautiful bum makes up for the lack of punishment by sheer penis appeal.

You hint at oral in your stories now. Good, so what about a naked man flogging a naked girl (something different). Then she can kneel between his legs (back view all hidden of course) after the punishment. We can all imagine what she’s up too can’t we?

Also in Supplement 21 you repeated your photo (which ended a sequence in an earlier mag) of a nice looking blonde perfectly (J the D’s) placed over a clothes horse. It was worth a repeat. A trestle the best mind as long as hands and feet are spread.

Incidentally, as an extra in Join the Dots you could try pegs on the nipples. It’s got it appeal!

In the past we liked the sequence where a man played a game with a girl. Every time she lost she stripped something off. A foursome with marked cards is very good material you know. Two men, two girls, you can get the men down to underpants but the girls end up naked. Then the game continues on agreed lines. When a naked girl loses she goes over for a spanking. Second loss for a caning and third time for strap. With money involved as well it can be some losses back when punished the 1st time double strokes or quits 2nd time and a profit 3rd time. Incidentally the girl in that 1st board game (chess I think it was) well she was very sexy and had very nice boobs, worth another sequence.

Generally speaking we find canings sexier than spankings, although on occasions you have produced spankings that have had great sex appeal. Humiliation of course is the key. Any girl made to strip in stages who ends up on her haunches with hands in the begging position like a dog’s paws, and holding her knickers between her teeth is a sure turn on. Miss Big Tits would be a sensation, in that pose, begging, no words need be said but the cane then applied while she kneels on the stool clutching the bed end as you had her in one shot recently, but rather muzzy. Naked in the garden, clutching with both hands a low tree branch would be quite good. The girl against the house wall was very good. Better still with chest stuck out clutching up and behind the bars of a barred window or forward with bum prominent, legs apart of course.

Sorry about the length of this letter but I must once again praise both your mag and team and girls. How your so-called main rivals sell anything new is beyond me. They are absolute rubbish compared to you. I bought one of each just to compare last week. That’s the last time I’ll bother I think. One is so bad as to be unbelievable now and it has obviously changed hands over the years. I think some of your writers used to work for it judging by the style of writing they use. (They’re good!) The other is going downhill fast. It must be that you’ve secured all the best models and staff and are vastly outselling them. Your girls are top class. They must be top bracket earners. Please convey our sincere thanks personally to every girl you use.

We love them especially those who give us such wonderful sexual gratification by exposing their tits and pussies whilst adopting such sexy punishment poses.

All the best,

B. Young and Co.

Dear Editor,

I thought you and the readers would be interested in the following.

I had first better fill you in on the background to my family situation. My wife and I have looked after the daughter of our next-door neighbour at different times over the past couple of years. She is quite old enough to look after herself, at 19, but there it is. Here name is Sally. Tension had been building up between my wife and Sally for a few days; things came to a head when Sally slapped my wife across the face and threatened her with the iron she had in her hand.

My wife was beside herself with rage, in my day, she exploded, I would have given her ‘a red hot pressing’ for what she has just done to me.

My wife worked for many years in the sweat shops of the rag trade, and a ‘pressing’ was a punishment given to wayward girls who did not comply to their standards of work, or someone who had generally fallen foul of the sweat shop boss.

The idea of giving Sally a ‘pressing’ was making a huge bulge in my trousers.

I comforted my wife and agreed with her that Sally deserved a severe punishment, and if she wanted to give her a ‘pressing’ I would help her.

Sally in the meantime had gone to the local dance and was due back at midnight, or even later.

My wife went to her workroom, which has all the equipment of a professional seamstress; within minutes she had made Sally a cotton smock that she would wear for the punishment which was going to be given in the morning.

On entering Sally’s bedroom on Sunday morning (I’d brought her a cup of tea), I explained the situation to her, she was shocked to say the least. I told her that unless she accepted the punishment I’d call on Mr James and Mr Trubshaw to assist me. They being our next-door neighbours. After much protesting Sally agreed to accept her punishment, although at this stage she did not know it was going to be a ‘pressing’.

I gave her the smock my wife had made, and told her to wear nothing else. She was to be naked underneath.

My wife was a good judge of size, the cotton smock fitted Sally like a glove, her firm breasts and bottom pushing tightly at the material. I led Sally down to the workroom, which was always hot, it being a converted boiler room.

The adjustable pressing table was ready. It was very strong and sturdy and would easily take the weight of a nineteen-year-old girl.

Before she knew what had happened, I had Sally lying along the top, her feet just touching the floor. The pressing table was similar in shape to a conventional ironing board, only this could be adjusted in width and length.

A small cushion was placed at one end for her head to rest on, her arms were hung down at the sides. Sally was told to stretch down and grip the legs of the table. There was much protesting at this point as you can imagine.

My wife lectured the girl, whilst she did this she carefully poured a cup of water over Sally’s hindquarters. Thus the whole of her bottom was nice and wet.

At this point my wife produced her commercial pressing iron. She turned it on to get it to the right temperature. It was important that it should not be too hot as to burn the girls bottom on immediate contact with the material.

The intention being to dry the material with iron, obviously the bottom underneath would feel the heat, resulting in a red-hot bottom. My wife is very skilled with the iron, the correct temperature reached, the iron was applied to Sallys wet bottom, the iron moved very very fast over the whole area, there was much pleading and promising from young Sally but my wife continued to press and heat the girl’s bottom until the material was dry.

My wife, satisfied at the dryness of the smock, reached for her scissors and cut a hole in the back of the smock just big enough for the girl’s bottom to pop out.

I can tell you the bulge in my trousers was uncontrollable.

This bare red-hot bottom seemed to bounce out of the material.

It was a beautiful bottom, I just had to run my hand over it, it was so smooth, so red and so hot!

‘Now Sally, Uncle George is going to spank this naughty bottom of yours, we don’t have a cane or a big enough strap but we do have a ping pong paddle. You will count the strokes as they are applied. You will count as follows.

That’s one on my bare bottom, that’s two, that’s three on my bare bottom and so on until he has reached twelve.’

Well. I can tell you Sally received twelve of the paddle on her bare bottom. She begged and begged to be allowed to rub her bottom, but we refused; she was kept over the table for an hour after her punishment, her bottom was on fire I can tell you, I rested my hand on it for several seconds and was amazed at the heat that had been generated.

She will never slap my wife again I can tell you.

D. Truman, Newcastle