Letter from Uniform Girls 24 / Government Training

Dear Sir,

I’ve been buying the Blushes magazines since they started, and although there is a quality fluctuation from issue to issue, and consistency seems to be a problem, its still obvious that the Blushes mags are about the best for CP and humiliation of girls.

My predilections as ever are for fanciful costumes, punishment dress, exertion, nudity and humiliation, rather than the incessant prevalence of the tried and tested routine of having a girl bent over chair or table invariably dressed in the almost obligatory stockings, suspenders and high heels, which have held CP mags in a sort of rut for many years, laying certain boundaries upon the imagination, seemingly unaware of the vast possibilities within the genre of CP erotica. (Restrictions acknowledged).

There had been some progression made picture-wise since the days of the old CP mags insomuch that the people producing Blushes, Supplement etc. seem to take into account to an extent the tastes of their readers, and realise that there’s a much wider spectrum in girl discipline to be exploited beyond tenderising their deserving rumps.

Clothing is of ultra importance I feel. Rather than heeled shoes, which are okay occasionally, but a bit over used, I’d appreciate more bare feet, ankle and knee socks, scuffed and worn plimsolls that have seen a lot of action, soft dance pumps, flat strappy slave sandals, weighted boots etc. I’m still greatly interested in PT and punishment dress as disciplinary measures, though more as an actual genuinely practised phenomenon than the game playing portrayed in mags. Also, I still like short kilts. I saw the recent supplement that included The Fitting Ceremony. Some of it was very good though a few things spoiled it for me personally. It does seem unfair to criticise it really, as it could almost have been tailor-made to suit my fantasies. There’s a certain frustration felt when something is so good and comes so close yet isn’t quite how one would personally envisage it. Without beating about the bush, I’d have liked to have seen the girl curtsying; lifting her kilt to mid-thigh level, perhaps also some marching drill might’ve been considered, plus it might have been amusing had the girl been obliged to do a sort of sword dance using two crossed canes rather than swords.

I didn’t like the glasses either, trivial perhaps, but above all, the shoes were totally inappropriate and stuck out like a sore bum!

Possibly what happens is that where the outfits that the models are to wear are decided upon, no one goes to the expense or bother of obtaining plausibly appropriate shoes, so the girl ends up wearing her own. A small trifle maybe, but things would seem that much more authentic if more attention to detail was shown.

Briefly, girls wearing short kilts brings me to perceive of exceedingly strict upbringings, socks and sensible flat shoes, sturdy leather tawses hanging on closet doors, highland dancing, the confiscation of knickers for perhaps having worn them for three days running, chores and errands, little secrecy concerning punishments, approving friends and relatives, large tin baths in front of roaring fires, the thriftiness of retaining old, outgrown kilts for weekend wear, or to bring the lass down a peg or two. Such visions are all symbolic to the idea of a girl in a short kilt under strict discipline!

Anyway The Fitting Ceremony’s the best sequence of a girl wearing a short kilt I’ve yet seen in a mag, so thanks for its inclusion.

My main interests in CP are still those of exertion, punishment dress and more diverse punishments that may be supplementary to a girl having her arse tanned. Blushes readers have wicked fantasies of how they might deal with pretty girls in their charge by way of CP. It’s perfectly legitimate that there should be an outlet for such tastes and though the quality for those of us with more extreme tastes does fluctuate, there can be little doubt that Blushes is the only mag supplying a reasonable amount, considering the dismal, watery outpourings of its contemporaries.

The ideal mag in my opinion would be one which purported to be a genuine CP mag extolling the virtues of a disciplined lifestyle and upbringing particularly for girls, full of case histories, ideas, pictures, features, stories, letters etc with certain emphasis on tried and tested methods of curing certain areas of recalcitrance with unusual punishment methods. Such a publication would be fantastic, though unfortunately is far from the truth and reality of the wishy washy CP mags of today.

I prefer to read of discipline rather than sex play. By this I mean, it’s understandable that the punisher may want to take liberties and exploit his control over his charge but the erotic appeal for me lies more or less in the punishment(s) meted out, the more prolonged, humiliating and unusual the better. It doesn’t necessarily have to climax with the girl being fucked. Much preferable is the more hypocritical idea of a girl under a harsh regime to reform her. The humiliating uniform isn’t in theory so much worn for the titillation of her guardians, but as a constant reminder of her station and that she is subject to discipline. The sexual motives are more ambiguous, though I’m sure her guardians don’t exactly mind the sight of luscious, tanned bare vulnerable legs that jump to obey at the spoken command, whistle or snap of the fingers!

Reformatory and particularly domestic themes will always be my favourites, mainly due to the humiliatory possibilities. There’s seldom anything secretive about the disciplinary proceedings. Mary or whoever has been playing up so she’s put into a short skirt for a while, given errands to run (and I mean run) and chores to do. In her guardian’s eyes, she isn’t quite the grown up that in reality she is. When she bathes, or rather is bathed, dried and powdered, comments about her birthday suit and all manner of teasing and ridicule abound from relatives, visitors who happen to call, Mr and Mrs So-and-so from next door or Uncle Tom Cobley and all. Most are aware and approving of her predicament. The strap for her bare bottom hangs never too far from view!

To be honest, I don’t actually read a lot of the stories in Blushes, Supplement etc, in fact I sort of skim over them and the magazines. Some stories weren’t too bad, Two Drowned Rats and The New Regime spring to mind without looking through all the back issues. Also, repetitive pictures of girls in stockings and suspenders bent over tables, chairs etc aren’t worth a lot of pondering over when what I envisage is something exquisitely harsher and more imaginative.

Anyone who feels that humiliation isn’t an integral and essential element of CP would be better off reading Swish or the Readers Digest or something. Exertion, sweat, and the Long, Sharp Shock should be a mainstay in CP. Fair enough, a salutary, isolated beating may be remembered for a long time by the young lady, but by enforcing such methods as punishment dress, plus the involvement of approving witnesses, the lesson is better learnt.

There seemed to be a query in Blushes some time ago about a series of pictures called Actually Spanked and why they didn’t elicit more response than they did. I’d guess the reason for this to be the fact that the pictures looked much like the usual, so its maybe possible that a lot of people didn’t notice them.

A good theme might be perhaps a reformatory or finishing academy set in a remote region of the Scottish highlands or somewhere appropriately remote.

The place I envisage is about 100 times stricter than Gordonstoun, and populated exclusively by girls, spoilt little rich girls whose behaviour has perhaps been a source of embarrassment to their parents/guardians so they’re there for a short, sharp, shock or preferably a long, sharp, shock. Reveille, parade ground drill, arduous nude PT, assault courses, gardening duties, naked cross-country runs, refreshing morning dips in the nearby river. Little modesty is tolerated and naturism is considered a virtue, albeit not by the girls themselves. Regular application of the strap and cane of course keeps the young ladies on their toes. One particularly unpleasant punishment duty might be to handwash all the socks and knickers.

It does seem to be that of the three mags, Blushes, Supplement and Uniform Girls, Blushes itself is mainly concerned with straight spanking, caning etc., while the other two seem a little more liberal towards more diverse areas of girl discipline. For greater authenticity good use could be made of things like imitation signs, notices etc., — Such and Such Correctional Institute for Girls etc., plus appropriately grimmer locations, buildings etc. This might be considered too exotic perhaps but I guarantee such attention to detail would make for a more authentic and ultimately believable magazine.

The only thing really that magazines of a few years ago have over the Blushes mags were sometimes their correspondence sections. Admittedly, there have been some brilliant letters of late in Supplement and Uniform Girls concerning fantasy adoptees. Some of them have included really great ideas and vivid fantasies, in fact some of these letters have been the saving grace of particular issues.

What I’d really like to see though, and I’m sure I speak for many others, would be a very much longer correspondence section and more, or should I say some, long letters and accounts about genuine or allegedly genuine strict upbringing either from those involved or those with knowledge of same.

Letters on punishment dress, PT., witnesses etc., are extremely stimulating and entertaining. You have published good letters in the past. Some of the German letters have been not bad. In an issue of Uniform Girls there were two really good letters side by side, Punishment Competition and Like Minded Friends. The cynic in me finds it hard to believe either of them, much as I’d like to, but then again, you never know do you? Nevertheless, good letters.

When Janus had quite a good correspondence section in the mid-seventies, many letters were from girls or women who’d had extremely strict upbringings. I can’t actually believe that so many women read Janus or Blushes either, nevertheless some of them made great reading, and I don’t doubt the fact that some of them were actually true.

Alice G’s letter about the strict regime and upbringing of her daughter Shirley which I’ve read several times, though not yet in Blushes, is one of the best letters of this kind I’ve ever read. If she does write again to Blushes, perhaps she can elaborate her account with perhaps description of any other unusual and humiliating treatment that Shirley might’ve been subjected to. In fact if Alice G is reading this, if its published, I’d be very keen on corresponding with her, maybe she could get in touch somehow.

I do realise that you can only publish what you get, and sometimes you probably can’t even do that, but how about a correspondence special every once in a while?

Anyway, sorry for making this letter so long but I had to get it off my chest, and thanks for Blushes, Uniform Girls and Supplement. Everything considered, they’re the best of the bunch by quite a long chalk. To conclude this letter, I’d like to make a few suggestions for ideas I’d love to see covered.

1. Anything to do with Naval themes. Sailor girls, cabin girls; scrubbing decks, PT., etc. (Please not in high heeled shoes).

2. I know we’ve had the idea of a girl being made to polish a bundle of shoes, but how about the idea of an actual naked or scantily clad shoeshine girl?

3. A girl sitting upon a potty. A bustling and imaginative toilet training sequence, relatively simple, but effective, without necessarily delving into scatological detail!

4. Penny a Skelp? A girl hired out thanks to her good hearted and charitable guardian to receive so many ‘skelps’ at a penny, 5p or so a time, all proceeds of course to a good cause.

5. Bell girl. A girl who perhaps has to work at her step-parents’ hotel. For maybe two days a week or so, she must wear her guardians’ approximation of a bell-girl uniform. On such days, her hours are long and her duties arduous, carrying luggage up and down, holding doors open, running errands, and generally dancing attendance upon all and sundry.

6. Schoolboy/girl. The idea appeals of having a grown-up girl dressed in schoolboy garb, perhaps for some enigmatic disciplinary reason. I read an interesting letter from a girl on this subject once. Picture her as she stands, short shorts, bare thighs, grey socks, sandals, school cap and satchel. Perhaps she might suffer the schoolboyish prank of twanging elastic upon exposed flesh.

7. Girl Contortionist. Or rather naked girl (without stockings, suspenders, heels etc) should exercise and contort herself (no modesty permitted) upon a table covered with coconut matting in front of witnesses.

8. Pony or Rickshaw girl. You once sort of hazily alluded to this idea in a double page spread in the old supplement, though it wasn’t great. Such a theme though could be done well and wouldn’t necessarily have to involve any restraint. Ideally, the girl should be naked, barefoot or wearing some kind of flat slave sandals. The passenger should be heavy, relaxed, comfortable and anticipating a good long excursion come hail or shine.

9. Route march or hike. A girl wearing inadequate clothing i.e. brief canvas knickers and plimsolls or naked perhaps with a backpack, maybe carrying supplies from another punishment camp over rough terrain.

10. Marching drill (Rifle Brigade Pace!) The girl wearing coarse rope g-string, plimsolls and not much else. Plenty of high knee action and ooomph!

11. Nude P.T. A simple idea really that’s been done before, though not often and not well. Socks and plimsolls are fine for this or completely starkers.

12. A stern looking mature woman scrubbing a naked girl bent over a kitchen sink, in an old fashioned type of setting.

13. Greyhound or Racing Girls. Naked girls with little cloth numbers are raced against one another on all-fours. Their progress may be slow but things can be speeded up with regular application of crop or paddle on pretty, proffered rumps.

14. How about procuring the prettiest model you can find, covering her in vegetable oil and have her exerting herself with one of those old medicine balls. I wonder if a tawse will slide off an oiled arse?

15. Farmers girl/Field work. Spreading manure, potato or strawberry picking, or pulling a small lightweight plough.

16. Girl jockey. Overweight by three or four ounces perhaps. Drastic measures must be applied to enable her to lose surplus weight so she may compete in the race. Intensive exercise, polythene sheet idea as in Reich Girls, the use of a sweatbox etc.

Anything to do with hot water bottles, humiliating medical examinations, enemas, nappies, radiators, bastinado, punishment dress, the use of speculum or proctoscope, you needn’t have to be too explicit for obvious reasons in this ‘censorship-free’ country, though you can still use subtlety and get the message across. A cute, naked girl and some unpleasant looking equipment around would be pleasing.

As I say, my main contention though is with the correspondence section. If it could be increased from the occasional two or three pages to be much longer and more varied, things would be looking up.

Especially welcome, if you receive them, would be letters perhaps relating to the past few decades, when certain girls in reality really knew the meaning of a strict upbringing. If ever a good correspondence section is sorted out then the Blushes mags will be the best CP publications ever.

Yours sincerely,

J.C., Scotland

P.S. More short kilts please!!

Government Training

Dear Editor,

I have been looking back through some past issues of your excellent magazines and while greatly admiring the general standard which has been attained throughout my interest has focused on the readers’ letters sections: Feedback, Letters etc. In these contributions I find especially arousing those letters describing what the writer would like to do to some young and nubile acquaintance of his. As a number of these contributors point out, there is great appeal in the fact that these are real girls and what is being done to them, in the letters, is usually very much over the top.

In this category I have noted especially Michael C. who in Supplement 15 and again in Uniform Girls 21 describes in excellent and graphic detail what he would do to the plump-bottomed 18-year-old daughter of friends of his. This girl, Katie, is subjected to the most exquisitely testing regime the climax of which (in more ways than one!) is being required to entertain a group of his randy friends during the course of which each of these guests is not just allowed but encouraged to spank and then fuck the pretty girl. Poor Katie! But no doubt she is a better girl with the benefit of being used in this manner. Girls nowadays grow up getting a very soft time of it and we need only look about us to see the results of this.

Another very good letter in this category is that of J.B. in Supplement 23 who describes what he would do to the beautiful 18/19 year old daughter of his Asian newsagent if he were given temporary custody of her by her father. The girl, Nargis, is again required to undergo the most exquisite disciplinary treatment with first of all her tallish, slim form being denuded of body hair, underarms and on her pubes, with scissors and then shaving soap and razor. One can well imagine, as J.B. says, that for a sensitive, somewhat shy girl, being required to submit to having her pubes shaved by a strange man would be just about the most mind-boggling thing imaginable! First class, J.B.! Indeed I should like to see myself assisting him if a second pair of hands were needed to hold the delectable Nargis (‘long dark hair reaching almost to her waist’) still while the delicate operation between her spread legs is carried out.

J.B.’s contribution was specifically in response to P.L.’s letter in Uniform Girls 14 who in a marvellous questionnaire asked: 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…’ Well, Sir, I should like to do my own best to comply with this request and give you my own contribution.

I have not one girl in mind but two, and I choose both of them because they are close friends and usually to be seen together. I am sure they would both want to get the same treatment. Or would they? Melissa lives in the same street as me and is the taller of the two with long reddish hair. Ann lives a couple of streets away and is of medium height with shorter, mid-blonde hair. They are both pretty girls with lovely, well-rounded figures. In particular both girls’ bottoms when they are wearing tight skirts or jeans can really get me going. They are the same age — 18 —and have just started at the local Further Education College. I know Melissa and her parents quite well, and I know Ann to speak to.

What I like to imagine is a development of what P.L. suggests. We have reached a state in this country where because of the general falling away of standards, lack of discipline, etc, especially of our youth, the government in response to public demand has been forced to act. (One would like to think that this would happen and right now). Anyway one key measure that has been brought in is that girls at the age of 18 are required to spend a period of time with a local volunteer to get their behaviour sorted out. Probably there is a similar scheme for young males but it is the girls I am interested in. Naturally there is a demand to get the pretty girls and a number of men in our area have been hoping to get Melissa and Ann, but I have fortunately been able to get my name in first.

The girls will have to report to me for certain periods at my house, including overnight stays. I can also visit Melissa or Ann in her own home and take her up to her bedroom, or alternatively I may deal with her downstairs in front of her parents. The girls will have a uniform which they will have to wear for disciplinary sessions. It may be that the uniform has been set by the government for this training or possibly I have had it designed and made up myself. At any rate it comprises a short sleeved shirt — which I think will be grey to emphasise that this is a serious business, not a joke — plus a short navy skirt, together with schoolgirl ankle socks and black strap-over shoes. Girls of 18 of course would not take too kindly to having to wear such an outfit which is all to the good. Underneath there would be simple white cotton knickers — unless for some reason they have been told they can’t wear any —and probably there won’t be a bra. Girls of that age should be able to go without one and both Melissa and Ann have nice firm tits.

Once matters are agreed, the necessary forms signed on the dotted lines, etc, we will be able to get started. The first step naturally will be to have the girls round to my house to explain what I shall require and to give them the opportunity to try their uniforms on for size. I will probably see them separately for this — more intimate —and probably Melissa first as she is the one I know best. My relationship with her up to now has been that of an acquaintance primarily of her parents; to Melissa I have been friendly but necessarily distant. Now of course all that has changed and she knows it. Melissa knows I can do virtually what I like with her apart from causing actual physical injury. I can for instance fuck her if I wish (this is seen as being good for her from the disciplinary aspect and also sexually, the experienced older man etc). I can certainly cane her and whip her, to my heart’s content. Melissa knows all this as she stands before me in this first interview. She can only hope that I am at least a little lenient, soft-hearted perhaps, and not given to impossible behaviour. And of course in the past I have seemed all right. But now…

She is standing before me in a thin summer dress perhaps. A most stirring sight — especially as I know she is feeling dead scared. I have only briefly actually touched her before, my hand on her arm on some excuse or other. And now… moving closer, smiling reassuringly — I don’t really want to scare her yet — I lift my hand to take hold of one thinly-clad tit. She gasps. I keep my hand there, squeezing gently. It is soft but firm, resilient, like jelly, as girls’ tits tend to be. I am still smiling, saying nothing. Finally I tell her to turn round, which she does with some relief. But… it is her bottom which is now unprotected in front of me. And I at once take hold of her rear cheeks — as perhaps she has half feared. Through the thin dress my fingers push deep in the crack between the divisions. Melissa’s breathing is hotly agitated now, like a young wild creature who has scented danger. Still not speaking I push my hand down, underneath. In between her thighs. My fingers sliding along the line of her quim. At last I speak, softly in her ear.

‘Are you going to be a good girl, Melissa? Doing exactly as you’re told? If you do things won’t be so bad. If you don’t, though, life will be pretty awful, I can promise you that. OK?’

I am continuing to gently rub her quim, as my soft but possibly rather scary voice tells her this. It is scary because Melissa knows I can do exactly as I like with her. She is now shaking like the proverbial leaf. Trying to answer but finding it difficult to produce proper words. At last I take my hand away. I tell her to take all her clothes off.

‘Come on,’ I tell her, fixing her with a stem stare. ‘You don’t want the cane right away, do you, Melissa? On your bare bottom?’

The fact is, though, that I intend giving her a caning on her bare bottom on this first afternoon in any case, whether Melissa is meekly docile and co-operates immediately or not. I believe this is the only way to start out. One has to cultivate a hard, stern image even with a soft and desperately meek girl. That is what this training business is all about. Actually from what I know of Melissa she is not meek and wishy-washy but has quite a bit of spirit. Which naturally I shall have to curb. She is not showing much spirit at the moment however. She is clearly dead scared by my general demeanour thus far and by those rather basic feels I gave her a few moments ago. I feel a wonderful sense of power as she obediently starts unbuttoning.

‘Scared, are you?’ I enquire. ‘Wetting your pants just a little bit perhaps?’

Yes I am being deliberately unpleasant. I may possibly show her a touch of the contrasting velvet glove later on. After I have stung her bare bottom with the cane, that is.

The uniform is ready and as I have had Melissa’s measurements it should fit well enough, including those cute, rather sexy to my mind, black strap-over shoes. ‘Leave the knickers off for the moment,’ I tell her. ‘I rather think… we will want them off a little bit later.’

That will certainly get her thinking. Wetting her pants — except she hasn’t any on! She has the rest of it on now: the skirt and shirt with nothing underneath. I give her tits a feel through the grey shirt. Melissa certainly has nice ones. I pinch the nipples which have stiffened up. Melissa is looking pretty desperate. From what I am doing, also from the no knickers. Why…?

Shall I put her out of her misery and tell? Not that she will be out of her misery, with what I am going to tell her. I turn her, so that her back is towards me, and pull her close. Reaching round I cup her tits again. Yes. ‘As it happens I am going to cane you, Melissa. A little bit of discipline right at the beginning. It is always a good idea. So we’ll do it now, shall we?’

Yes we will do it now. I have prepared things for the girls upstairs. There is a room with two single beds and not much else and there is another room, in the attic, which was a jumble room which I have now cleared out. It is bare apart from a couple of trestles. This will be my punishment room where I shall deal out whippings and canings and anything else that the fancy takes me. It is to this room that I now send Melissa.

‘Up the stairs then. Right up the top. The little room. You’ll see it.’

I watch as the quivering girl starts up the stairs. She has not got me groping her now but she has something else a lot worse to think about. ‘Stop,’ I tell her when she is halfway up. Her frightened face looks down. I am smiling up at her. ‘Have you had it before, Melissa? The cane or anything?’

She shakes her head. Of course she hasn’t. Girls nowadays don’t get caned, generally speaking, which is why we have this new government decree. So that at 18 they will. A splendid government action, better even than completely abolishing taxes. I tell the shrinking Melissa to lift her skirt. Up round her waist. She does it of course. She is going to be doing everything I tell her. From my excellent vantage point I gaze up… At the soft, mouth-watering flesh that she so hates to show me. And when she turns, as she has to, the fully developed, thick tuft, at the apex of her thighs.

‘Go on then. Go on up. We mustn’t hang about, must we?’

The trestles are two I use for carpentry and general DIY jobs. I have them now all ready for the government decree (when it comes!), all ready for Melissa and Ann. If they could see what is in my mind when I see them on the street and give them a half-jokey greeting… while doing my best to disguise my eyes’ keen attempt to penetrate their clothing…

Melissa is told to get over one of the trestles on this very first visit. Perhaps I shall tell her to take her skirt off to make matters easier. In just the short grey shirt, bending head down over the trestle top. Reaching down to grip onto the legs, her own bare legs spread wide apart. What shall I give her? Six? It’s a good number to start with. Six good cuts across the meat of this superb bottom which only yesterday I observed stretching the seams of a skin-tight pair of jeans.

And shall I perhaps finish up as described in one or two excellent stories in Blushes etc: a final one between her legs? There is no reason to suppose it will do any physical harm but I am sure it will be excruciatingly painful. Have her really hopping. And on this first visit to the room one wants it to be a visit to remember. Yes perhaps just the one like that. In any case Melissa will no doubt be weeping at the end of her ordeal. Hot 18-year-old tears. And a scorching hot 18-year-old bottom (not to mention that last stroke).

Will she be told to go and lie down on one of the little beds afterwards? To have a good cry? Yes I think so. I shall leave her there while I perhaps go and make a cup of tea. Melissa has a lot to think about. She knows now that I can be pretty awful. And she has, what shall we say, six months of this? It is a daunting prospect for my lovely Melissa. I take her in a cup of tea. This is now the velvet glove being demonstrated. I am not really, totally, a nasty person. But girls do have to be trained. She is still no doubt sobbing intermittently into the pillow. She looks at me with fearful, reproachful, red-rimmed eyes and her face generally is a bit of a mess from the crying. My poor dear Melissa. As she sips, half-choking, the tea, I make sympathetic noises. Sitting on the side of the bed and gently playing with her tits through the thin shirt. She has her skirt on again now but of course no knickers. When she has finished with the tea I tell her to lie back. A bit more rest and then after perhaps a little task or two — some hoovering or dusting — she can go home. To tell her mother what it’s been like. But first of all before that there is something else. My hand up under her skirt. ‘Lie back and relax.’ I am going to give pretty Melissa a nice, relaxing frittering.

Now it is Ann’s turn. With Melissa now going home with a very sore bottom and with various other shocks to her system. (She will probably wear her uniform home, carrying her other clothes in a bag; after all we are talking about a national situation. All girls of 18 are now getting this sort of treatment. Other men can look enviously at Melissa in her uniform, knowing what it signifies, licking their lips perhaps at the thought of what I am enjoying.) And now I am enjoying Ann.

The same procedure as with Melissa and I should think later that same day, in the evening following Melissa’s afternoon visit. I could possibly keep Ann overnight. If it is getting a bit late by the time I have finished her introduction. In which case I could perhaps give her an introduction to something else as well. I could fuck Ann in other words. In that little single bed or alternatively have her come into mine. As I have said sexual congress with a girl who is having her state-backed disciplinary tuition is seen as entirely acceptable and proper. Exactly what is done is left to the discretion of the person — the disciplinary instructor let us say he is called — concerned.

Incidentally let me also say that he — and therefore I — will receive payment for these government-accredited duties — from the girl’s parents. I think this is a nice touch and also very reasonable; after all they will have the benefit of a well-disciplined daughter at the end of it. There will be no problem of wild behaviour etc, all that will be needed will be the suggestion that she perhaps should return to me for a ‘refresher’. There will be regular refreshers anyway. Up to, say, the age of 25.

Sex is of course another matter that I have to look into with my charges. During the period that I am training Melissa and Ann they will have no social or sexual contact with members of the opposite sex (apart from their instructor of course). This is something recommended by the government advisory body and I whole-heartedly endorse it. Melissa and Ann do have boyfriends — this is normal after all, I accept. They are quite possibly not virgins which again in this day and age I am afraid is not too abnormal. Anyway there will certainly be none of that during the training period. Additionally I shall have to make regular physical examinations.

These can be done at my place, on a bed; or alternatively it might be worth considering carrying out a check-up in Melissa’s or Ann’s own home. In the presence of the mother, say. That certainly has its attractions for one can imagine it being even more embarrassing for Melissa or Ann than me doing it in private. Ann’s mother especially is a rather attractive woman and I can imagine a distinct piquancy in having her watch as I intimately inspect her daughter’s choice private parts for any sign of departure from the strict code imposed during the training period. I will anyway wish to question her mother about certain matters: that she has not been consorting with any youths, and equally as far as her mother knows has not been resorting to any sly masturbation. The girls’ training with me will undoubtedly involve stress and strain, physical and mental, so there will I am sure be a tendency to wish to resort to this relief even if the girl does not habitually indulge. I shall instruct the girls’ mothers to be especially vigilant in this regard — as well as of course as sharply questioning the girls myself.

Once I have initiated both Melissa and Ann they will have to get into their regular schedules. They are both at the local College of Further Education as I have said and naturally I do not wish to interrupt their studies. Equally, though, as they are not now allowed social meetings, dates, etc in the evenings then these times are available for them to come to me. I think I shall have the girls each evening of the week with additionally daytime visits at the weekend. We have a lot of work to get through if I am going to get Melissa and Ann properly up to scratch. It is a serious responsibility for me and I don’t want the authorities saying that I’ve done a scrappy job.

Perhaps I shall have them report directly from college, that is, going without their tea or supper. Good for them to feel some slight pangs of hunger as we start our evening’s work. I shall have prepared myself a hearty meal and Melissa and Ann will stand, at attention of course, and watch me eat it. Surely that will be good for their souls! When I am ready — replete! — we can start. They have naturally changed into their uniforms. Upstairs first of all for a quick caning? Quite possibly. I am feeling full of energy after having eaten and would quite enjoy working a bit of it off by exercising my arm with the cane. The girls both go over the trestles, knickers down, for a nice little warmer-up. This caning certainly beats jogging or cycling or any of those boring pursuits. It is probably better for one too.

Then a spot of exercising. A session of running-on-the-spot, squat-thrusts, press-ups, etc. Girls are notably incapable of performing these latter exercises unless they are particularly fit and strong and I happen to know that neither Melissa or Ann are into that sort of thing. So I fear it will be pretty much beyond them. Well, they will just have to keep at it. Training and practice makes you stronger. And the cane or the tawse will make sure the subject keeps at it. Oh yes, we’re going to have some more tears here, and desperate cries of anguish etc. Never mind that. I am basically a soft-hearted person but I shall just have to steel myself.

In these training sessions the girls will either be nude or in just a brief pair of white — or transparent — knickers. Ankle socks and sneakers on the feet or again they could be bare-foot as for instance girl gymnasts are. Nudity in a pretty, shapely girl is very attractive especially if you are making her assume an embarrassing, revealing position: such as upside-down cycling. At the same time, though, a very brief pair of knickers, possibly transparent, skin-tight over her haunches and especially when they get worked well up into the cleft between her bottom-cheeks so that the bottom is to all intents and purposes bare anyway — this can in fact be more enticing than complete nudity. So we will have some of both.

And after a good hard work-out, with my charges all sticky-wet with girl-perspiration, aching from every over-stretched and battered limb and joint, after that what then? Well naturally the shower. The cold supply on full pelt, to blast those exhausted bodies with a drilling icy-cold spray, howls of shock and anguish no doubt to replace the yelps of desperation which have just come from the exercise area: but naturally I keep them in here. It is what the exercised body needs after a strenuous work-out. Each girl will have several minutes of the icy blast at full pressure (while the first one is under the shower the other will continue exercising until it is her turn). Finally I have two lovely drowned rats, hair hanging lank, sodden and bedraggled (even the pussy hair is not looking too springy), their nubile flesh pale with the cold, while nipples are correspondingly hard and erect.

But I am not a hard man as I say. I am prepared to relax matters at this stage — temporarily. The girls can put on dressing gowns and make a cup of hot tea or coffee. A little respite. They can possibly watch TV — it could be time for the Nine O’clock News now and they can watch that and learn something of what is going on in the world. We are relaxed at this stage and I’ll possibly take one of them on my lap. Possibly a bit of stimulation, i.e., give her a wank. But the training session is not over. We will certainly finish up with some caning, or possibly it might be the tawse, before I send them home. To add to the interest I might have a quiz on what they have seen on the news. Incorrect answers or ‘Don’t know’s’ sharply dealt with of course.

Once I have Melissa and Ann I am naturally going to get requests from just about every adult male I know. Some of them of course may have a girl of their own to train while others will have been less lucky. If we consider that we’re talking about girls of 18 and there is the whole of the male population — from age 30, which could be the cut-off point, up — then clearly there are more men around wanting girls than there are girls available. I have been lucky, but then I know someone in the Advisory Board. Anyway I am certainly going to get requests to come and visit and ‘help out’, and equally requests for me to lend out Melissa or Ann. Although they are living with their parents still I can, as I have said, have one or both stay over at my place whenever I wish. And equally I can have a girl stay with any other person I care to specify. The girls can’t complain and nor can their parents. It is all part of the training for which I have sole responsibility. And, yes, I am prepared to allow a certain amount of this thing. We have to be careful, though: there could well be very large numbers of requests and I certainly do not want Melissa and Ann exhausted and whacked out when I wish to enjoy them. So I shall have to be careful.

Considering visits to my place first, I can certainly envisage holding a party now and then of the type described by Michael C. for his Katie. A group of no doubt randy friends all eager to ‘have a go’ both with the cane and with a certain part of their anatomy as well. Shall it be one girl at a time or should I have both in the firing line, so to speak, together? Certainly with both Melissa and Ann together the demands on either girl will obviously be less; because with one girl alone, if one is talking about say four or five guests, well… can one girl cope with that? Michael C. clearly reckons his Katie could, but at the very least she would not have an easy time of it.

It will be the same with my girls and I don’t want them subjected to anything impossible. I do have the option as I have the two of them, so yes, I’ll have both girls at the first party at least and see how it goes. Three or perhaps four guests and I’ll remain firmly in charge, playing it by ear as to what I allow. The girls will serve drinks of course and little snacks but that is not what my guests have come for. Party games are what they want. Special games. Musical caning, musical spankings, that sort of thing. The girls walking unhappily round a circle of chairs on which I and my guests sit; the music playing and then it stops. It is a simple game but amusing enough. The girls can be caned or spanked until the music starts again, to send them once more warily — tearfully? — circling the chairs.

There are other games: variations of Blind Man’s Bluff for example with of course the cane and tawse in action again. We can have the girls perform: charades, or dancing. Each in turn doing her best at the can-can up on the table. All this is diverting enough but as the evening wears on I am afraid my guests will more and more want — demand in fact — something else. And I suppose I must let them. After all if I am invited to a house where there is a pretty girl in training I should like to be accorded similar hospitality by my host. Yes, I think we will send them all home satisfied. Melissa and Ann will oblige, it is after all part of their training. And we won’t be having these parties all the time.

At weekends I think I should like to take the girls into town — if they aren’t completely exhausted by the end of the week! To show my charges off to the world at large and let them demonstrate how they’ve come on, walking obediently and dutifully at my side. Like well-trained household pets, but pets who don’t need to be on a leash because they are too well trained for that. They will be walking obediently ‘at heel’ and I think for these outings I will have them in high heels with stockings and suspender belts rather than bare-legged as they are at the house. I might also have especially short skirts made for them to wear on these occasions: the hems barely reaching the rims of their sheer stockings when they are standing so that seated — in the coffee shop for instance — there will inevitably be a good display of bare thigh. Bare thighs above stocking tops as we all know are so much more enticing than on a completely bare leg — and correspondingly more embarrassing to have to reveal.

Knickers? Yes, I could make them go without knickers on these outings — as a special tease for other envious males. And as we stroll around the town centre on a busy Saturday morning, my girls click-clacking in their high heels, I will now and then unobtrusively raise one or the other’s short skirt to fondle her bare bottom and to display to any interested bystander the fact that those splendid hindquarters have no covering whatsoever. No doubt this sort of thing will attract not only envious adult males but grinning, wide-eyed boys whom I can picture prancing and gesticulating around and making a thorough nuisance of themselves as boys will. Yes that would add marvellously to the already exquisite embarrassment of Melissa and Ann.

I can hear the shouts now: ‘Let’s have a look, mister.’ ‘Pull her skirt up again.’ Even, I no doubt, ‘Let’s have a feel.’ Oh yes. I am smiling benignly. It doesn’t embarrass me.

I find the thought of this sort of public display highly entertaining. There are other areas where I could enjoy it too. One that springs to mind is the local public park, highly popular in the summer with all types: family groups, OAPs with their dogs, those same larky youths. Yes, I will certainly take Melissa and Ann out to the park on a Saturday or Sunday. With a picnic which the girls have prepared for us. They will be wearing the same outfits I have described for our two walks — although I appreciate that four or five inch high heels are not the ideal footwear for walking on grass. But anyway when we are ready — when I am ready — they will be taking them off. They will be taking everything off.

I am going to have Melissa and Ann sunbathing — always supposing that in this climate of ours the sun does show itself in the summer. But even if it does not, even if the day is a bit on the chilly side with a sharp wind, there is no reason why my girls should not strip off (while I of course remain well wrapped up against the elements). A nice sunny day, though, would be preferable all round. I am talking of course of nude sunbathing, with my girls stripped down to the buff. And if this attracts plenty of interest, those gawping youths especially, well, that is what I want.

I should add that there will be no ordinance or law against girls in training appearing in public in the nude. Any existing legislation will have been amended for this particular group. So if anyone should query the fact that Melissa and Ann are lying on their towels in the nude — an officer of the law going about his duty for example — I merely show my form which confirms that the girls are being trained and I am their appointed instructor. Everything is OK, smiles all round. Well, not perhaps from Melissa and Ann who are lying on their backs in the altogether and very much the centres of attention. (A grinning youth says, ‘Tell her to open her legs, mister.’ I smile and shake my head at this suggestion. But then say quietly, ‘Why don’t you open them a bit, Ann? Get some sun to you. Come on. No, wider than that…’)

There is another matter I must come to at this point: something which other readers have advocated and described (J.B. for instance with his Nargis). I mean of course the shaving of pussy hair. I must confess to being in two minds about this. The shaved pubes are attractive and no doubt tremendously embarrassing to an 18-year-old girl when all her intimate details can be blatantly on display; but at the same time having to show her hair is embarrassing too. And a nice luxuriant tuft is also a very attractive sight. Hmmm.

Perhaps both is the answer. Getting the best of both worlds is always one’s aim — if it is possible. Here it is possible — by the simple expedient of shaving the girls halfway through their training period. Before that Melissa and Ann are as nature intended; afterwards we can have the bare sculptured flesh and nothing left to the imagination. This — shaven I mean — is how the Romans used to keep their women and girls, and the Arabs still do. Shaving the girls after some weeks has also the added bonus of fearful anticipation. Melissa and Ann know it is going to happen because I tell them. ‘How will you like that, girls?’ And they have plenty of time to think about it. I shall tell them the actual date for the dreaded event well in advance and they will have to put it in their diaries.

No, Melissa and Ann will not enjoy it: lying on their towels in the park with those really rather dreadful youths crowding around. ‘Cor, look at that!’ ‘Cor, look!’ ‘Cor, mister, you bin shaving her whatsit?’ I answer in a calm and objective voice. ‘It’s a hygienic measure. A girl doesn’t need all that hair on it. Melissa, stop squirming around.’

We will also have similar sunbathing excursions to the seaside possibly; there — at Bournemouth or Clacton or whatever — I will have the girls not only nude on their towels on the beach but when we walk along the front, in the town etc. I have no doubt Melissa and Ann will prove quite an attraction.

I have mentioned earlier the likelihood of acquaintances wishing to borrow one or other of the girls (or even both!) Naturally with close acquaintances and friends it is difficult to refuse though I may not be all that keen. What is a more attractive concept is of course swapping. There will be other men who have managed to get hold of very attractive girls and who are therefore in the same position as myself: i.e., not too keen to let something go with nothing in return. Swapping is undoubtedly the answer: for an evening or overnight, a weekend even. There will be an excellent training benefit in it too, with girls thereby getting the advantage of contact with different men who may each have their own ideas as to what to do to a girl. It will no doubt tend to be very intensive training, though, as the person receiving a swap will be keen to cram just as much as he possibly can into the limited time available.

There could well be a special place in the town for swapping; a sort of market. With limited access, I would imagine, because for the serious business that is to be transacted one will not want idle bystanders, certainly not those gawking boys for instance. One would go to this place with one’s girl(s) possibly dressed in a special outfit. I have in mind a simple tunic which buttons down the front and thus can be opened readily for inspection. There would be nothing underneath of course — unless one possibly preferred nylons and a suspender belt to, as it were, gild the lily.

There would be a certain area at the market, a sort of parade ground, where one parades one’s girl(s) and where hopefully two gentlemen can find an equal interest in what each other has. A preliminary further look is had out there on the parade ground by the simple expedient of undoing a few buttons, but to confirm one’s choice there are little private cubicles provided where one can more closely inspect the chosen object.

I imagine in the first month or so I will have no thought of swapping my lovely Melissa and Ann; I will not be able to get enough of them. I find it frankly difficult to see myself ever getting enough of them but equally I can imagine being tempted after a time. For the odd evening or overnight. I am well aware that there are other very lovely girls around. But I do have this very special feeling for those two. I saw them yesterday, in tee-shirts and tight, tight jeans. Those bottoms made me feel quite faint. How can their mothers allow them to go around like that? They really do need… well, something of what I have just written.

I will leave it there. If any other readers have further ideas that I can put into practice when we get this government action, please write and tell us all. And of course of your own girls too.

J.F.B., Essex