Letters from Blushes 41

Dear Sirs,

I am sure that many aficionados of your so excellent issues will be as pleased as I am that your wider distribution enables us to purchase them so much easier than heretofore.

Until very recently it was necessary for me to take a special ‘away day’ to the ‘Smoke’ to make sure that my collection of Blushes, Supplement and Uniform Girls was bang up to date. Now there are at least two regular outlets stocking your publications in this neck of the stockbroker belt so the drain on income has now noticeably reduced.

While I suspect that this wider distribution has resulted in a certain restriction of your contents I reckon that your stories and illustrations are still miles ahead of the so called competition. I particularly applaud two recent changes in your editorial policy as personified in the latest copies of the Supplement 26, Blushes 39 and Uniform Girls 22.

Firstly the cover girl appears in the body of your magazine as the main course so to say rather than a hors d’oeuvres of a late number. Thus in Uniform Girls 22 we have a really splendiferous shot of the blonde Valerie, on the cover while inside about the whole of the contents are devoted to her postures and objectives in the neat little hour on Kolingstrasse.

Finally, may I applaud your recent practice of devoting about the whole of a number to one particular model. Heretofore those of us with a penchant for a particular young darling (and by Jove where do you find them) have had to wait for several issues before we saw her again. Now in one issue we can enjoy every prospect, every nuance of their personality.

I reckon that The Whippet Club in Blushes 39 was one of your finest yarns to date. From page 10 onwards it was obvious that Mr Finford was to be pretty beastly to Pamela. Mr Bungalow in Round the U Bend is a good deal worse but if the participants appear to be very much ‘lookalikes’ who really cares?

Yours faithfully,

P. Colesworthy

Dear Sir,

I would like to refer to John W’s letter from London in Blushes 36. Although his suggestions are very commendable and I can easily conjure up the fantastic situation he portrays, I am not too sure that this would be a permissible story line. I too would expect humiliation to play a big part in the subject of CP. It is all part and parcel of the whole business. Being chastised is not just an act of inducing pain on a girl’s bare bum, but the emphasis of her abject shame must be epitomised with a strict attention to ensure that she is most certainly suffering the nadir of shame in her physical presentation and also the various areas that she has to expose and reveal to the satisfaction of whoever is meting out the punishment.

I also like the idea of the Customs & Excise examination. I’m not too certain how the exposure of a girl’s rectal area would be received and without pretending to understand the nuisance laws regarding publications, I cannot envisage anybody getting away with a deliberate exposure of such a spot of the girl bending over and being made to undergo the ultimate dregs of shame but submitting to such a test. That this happens is true, especially in some foreign airports where a girl has been discovered carrying dope. The German authorities have no such qualms about stripping a girl completely and when they have finished their examination, I can assure you that the girl knows she has been searched. Incidentally, as suggested in para 4 of JW’s letter, the girl does not hold the cheeks open herself, but usually a female customs officer does the job for her, and these women are well versed in the exposure of the female rectal area! This actually happens, but to see it portrayed, although very desirable, I doubt that it could ever happen. And I am glad, relieved would be a better word, to see that there is now more than a suggestion of sexual occurrences in the mag. I was beginning to think that the men were all impotent! Can you imagine having one of those lovely models (and I like them all) being stripped to the buff, having her body shaped in such a helpless position, the smooth cheeks of her bottom properly posed for a spanking, and then showing off what else she has and the man in the story keeping his hands off her? I should think the girl, although feeling awful after being spanked or caned, would surely half welcome the stroking of her delicate soft areas.

Anyway, I do feel that things are looking up and look forward to reading many more issues of the magazine. Any chance that we might have a full blooded story of humiliation in CP and then having the girl submit to the sexual side of her nature?

D. Travers, Dortmund

Ed. Yes, Mr Travers, there is every chance. Just keep reading. You are right of course regarding the portrayal of the female body. Some things we can do, some we cannot. And we do want to stay in the business of giving all of you pleasure. Write and tell us about your favourite subject and we will try to put it into words and pictures.

Dear Sir,

I don’t think that I can pin-point any particular issue of Blushes or its sister publications, because I really do enjoy reading and studying them all. I must confess that I don’t like everything I read but I do recognise that what is one man’s meat is another man’s poison so to speak.

I have only over had one occasion where I witnessed (truly) a young woman being spanked. I am not very good at graphic detail, but believe me, when I saw this pertly posed bottom through a window, I saw it, and the strap being applied, I became a gawping spectator to one of the most fascinating views I have ever seen. I knew the young wife who it was happening to; I should do, I delivered milk to her home every morning. I was a little earlier than usual on this particular day, and this young housewife preferred her milk to be delivered round the back of the house. I heard her before I saw her and it was the sound of her calling out that made me investigate.

There through the French windows, I saw her bare bum and it was thrusting about madly. Her husband is one of those strong looking bastards, if you know what I mean, and he seemed to have no difficulty in keeping her pinned over his lap as his hand did a good job bringing a short strap down across her fleshy backside. And the view I had of her sex was something else again. Her bottom was towards the windows, you see.

I even forgot to collect the money for the milk that Saturday and was pondering with the idea of asking her how her arse felt when I saw her on the Sunday. Possibly with the sub-conscious view that she might let me do it myself, because despite all that screeching and hollering, I got the impression that there was something about the business that she was enjoying.

But when I recalled that strong style husband of hers, I thought perhaps not. But I actually saw that happen. I think I am very lucky to have witnessed such a delightful scene. Thank you for an excellent magazine. Bet there are not many men who can say that they have actually seen a girl getting her bottom smacked.

Jack D., Bath

Ed. Thank you Jack for your letter. Not many men have seen such an act I’ll be bound. And if that husband is as strong looking as you suggest, I know one man that would not have stayed too long to see it to its conclusion!! Wonder how she felt when she discovered the milk had been delivered!!

Dear Sir,

I was very interested in the letter from R.R. Devon (Blushes 39) in which he relates his experiences on a dreary holiday in Wales. The particular point of the letter that caught my attention was the manner in which he and his friend dispensed punishment using a pack of playing cards to determine the number of strokes to award to the female members of their party.

My wife and I, in our middle twenties, join with two others, also in our age bracket and this business of CP arose when we were playing bridge one evening. The girls were on a winning streak for the first part of the rubber and quite frankly were getting on we two males’ nerves with their cock-a-hoop attitude. Sheila, my wife is no stranger to a spanking but I was not certain about Vivienne, our friend. In the end, I promised Sheila, with our two friends present that she would most certainly end up eating her breakfast in the vertical position because I warned her that her bottom would be too sore for her to sit on.

She blushed attractively and gave our two visitors sideways anxious glances and then Bob advanced the conversation showing just how interested he was and at the same time proving that he was the driving force in his house too.

Vivienne his wife, is a gorgeous brunette and a svelte shaped body, but I rate Sheila above her in the looks department.

‘I hate bad losers,’ Sheila said and this capped it. We played the rubber out, the girls lost and we the victors were now in a happy frame of mind. After Sheila had made the coffee and niblet sandwiches which Vivienne helped in the kitchen, they returned and by the look on their faces they had been scheming up some sort of mischief. They both vanished from the room and Bob and I chatted generally. When they returned the women surprised us both. They had both changed into baby doll nighties, which I recognised as Sheila’s but I was too busy looking at the very exposed state of Vivienne’s torso. I could see the dark thatch of her pussy hair and also the two aureoles very prominently displayed. Then they gave us the nicest surprise of all. Because they had been a nuisance, and also they had lost the rubber, then we were to carry out our threat and tan their bottoms. We were given the choice of how we wanted them. I know that Sheila is switched on to CP but it startled me pleasantly to discover Vivienne enjoyed the same practice.

In no time at all, we had the sturdy coffee table in the centre of the room and Sheila elected to go first. Vivienne stood with Bob and I and as my wife’s bottom was bared by the dragging down of her brief panties, I heard Vivienne gasp audibly. I spanked for some forty odd reasonably hard spanks on alternate cheeks and the wriggling from Sheila was as delightful as it always was. Bob’s eyes were feasting on the centre area where her soft pussy was making its own shape change with each thrust of her hips.

Then it was Bob’s turn. I did not mind this as it meant a tit-for-tat situation and I knew that I would be able to spank Vivienne. Sheila was soon reduced to tears as Bob’s heavy hand added to my not so harsh spanking and when her bottom was beetroot she had wriggled so much that the nightie top had slipped down to her head which was also on the table.

Vivienne further surprised me when she not only removed her panties but took the top off as well. As she stretched her arms high so she gave us a perfect view of her attractive breasts (she would have been a perfect picture for Join the Dots).

She made sensuous and suggestive movements as she exaggerated her hip-swinging walk towards the table and then she certainly showed us all how a bottom should be presented for spanking. It thrust high and very round and then Bob was the first. She was soon oooghhhing and ahhhhing and I am not sure whether she was enjoying it or making responses to the flashing pain building up all over her bottom. Then he left the field clear for me. It was a truly delightful experience to have so thrusting a target to operate on.

When it was over, and all tears were dried up, there was a suggestion that we do a swap for the night, but I refused that idea out of hand. One has to draw the line somewhere!

G.T. Young, Notts