Letters from Blushes 42

Dear Sir/Madam,

I wish to request if it would be possible to feature the spanking of the girls, showing more over the knee spankings with the girls’ knickers ON. You show good over the knee spankings, but always the knickers are down.

So please let’s have more spankings with the girl over the knee, skirt lifted up and a good long spanking ON knickers. They can be taken down later…

Miss D., Fulham

Dear Editor,

I bet that many of your readers will have had ‘I.E.’ and surely that is the name of the game with New Supplement 28 and Blushes 41.

The analogue of new models and ones we have been privileged to see before is a sure fire winner for your continued success. Just to have a rehash of previous numbers as indulged in by your competitors under titles of The Best of Mr O and the Best of Mr… can be a real turn-off and probably a bit of a con. But to see previous unexploited studies of models who have pleased us before is in my opinion entirely ethical.

For example we may have seen shots of Sharon (Blushes pages 5-11) in previous numbers but we have certainly not been able to letch on her in her mini skirt (page 5) or as on page 52.

Similarly we get our page 37 a very fresh view of Sharon’s delectable bum. If we have seen Miss Cameron before she gives a very refreshing view of herself in Getting the Right Results pages 42-47.

Please let us see many more of your previous models, albeit in a new situation.

I for one would like to sponsor the following models for a re-run:

Melanie Simmons — Teen Queen

Mavis Birdley — A Top Model

Babs — It’s Tough at the Top

Diane — Oh Mr Porter

Moira — Hints for Young Ladies

These are a few of his favourite girls

Do any of your other readers agree with me?

P.C., West Sussex

Dear Sir,

I was not surprised to read the letter in Blushes asking for a narrative of events as experienced by the woman in a punishment situation.

I have been surprised though, that this report has not manifested itself before now, and I can foresee a whole new concept of correspondence developing whereby unfortunate women who have had to submit to the disciplinary domestic scene. I think the ideas and actual application of punishment in the home is zoned. I am sure that the North of England and some areas of Scotland are paramount areas where the strap and cane are used with frequent consistency.

I am a nurse. That should start some interest in your readership because, sadly, it seems, the idea of a nurse getting a strapping seems to have a lot of appeal. I suppose it is because her very occupation suggests a rigid life of discipline, and yet on the other hand, a nurse making a mistake involving humanity and therefore a physical punishment is a must to counter the whole balance of wrong and right.

I make no excuses whatsoever for the problem that caused me to be hauled before my tutor doctor. He was of South African origin, white skin, mind you, extremely good looking and all six feet three inches of him was MAN. I mean a real MAN, and he was the first and only man who could get me to feel as though I was wetting my knickers just to be near him. When I was assigned to his team for surgery training, I had no idea what to expect from him because I had never met him before. That morning, all crisp and pristine, I reported to his Surgical Ward. I saw his back first and then he turned round to face me. I really did have to clasp the tops of my thighs tightly together as a jolt of pure sexuality filled my core.

I think he looked straight through me because he was a really good doctor and attractive nurses meant nothing to him at all. His skill soon showed just what a marvellous physician he was to become. I went into a state of sheer adoration over him and it was more than a crush and certainly more than infatuation. I think besotted would be nearer an explanation of how my body and soul became as far as David was concerned. I felt that I could have walked stark naked through the ward and he would not have noticed me. He would certainly have had something to say but I don’t think he would have noticed me.

I hated every other female that smiled at him, I hated every other woman that even stood near him, patients, nurses and other doctors alike. I saw them all as potential feline vixens after his body. It was truly awful the way I was letting myself get wound up about him. If he smiled at me, I would have that same reaction of wanting to press the tops of my thighs tightly together in case I wee’d on the spot. He truly was able to turn me on as easily as that. If he had snapped his fingers I would have done anything to please him.

Thank God for that first spell of night duty. One of our special patients, a lovely old lady was very low and David had left instructions that if her condition deteriorated, then he wanted to know… immediately, no matter what time it was.

I kept a very special eye on that one almost, and this to my shame, hoping that she would give me a chance to call him in. Three and four o’clock in the nocturnal hours are the worst for any patient and it was between these hours that she started going downhill very fast. I was soon through to him, and that same sensation of real pleasure speared through me as soon as he came through the door. He speedily did what he had to and then came into the room which I alone had as a night duty senior nurse and drank some coffee with me. I was just simply overjoyed to be with him. He spoke openly and freely for the first time then. He spoke about his work in a South African hospital and I think I led the conversation round to something that bordered, but only just, on sexual matters.

‘You must have a boyfriend,’ he smiled.

I could have fallen on my knees there and then just to be in a ‘friendly’ situation with the adorable David.

I assured him that I certainly had no boyfriend and then craftily told him that the man I worshipped was not even aware of me. He sympathised and told me that, I was a very attractive young lady and that I ought to let the lucky guy know that I was head over heels about him.

When he went back into the ward, the old girl was more comfortable and he told me that he was grateful that I had called him. Then he gave me a peck on the face. To me it was electric and I could not believe my luck because as he pecked me, he actually patted, very lightly, my bottom.

‘Mmmm, that was nice,’ I moaned as I blushed furiously.

‘Then I shall kiss you properly next time,’ he grinned beautifully.

‘Any time, David,’ I moaned. ‘And the smacking too,’ I prompted. He gave me a curious sort of look and smiled broadly.

‘Into spanking are you?’ his lovely blue eyes were serious.

‘With you I would be,’ I breathed the words as though I was afraid I was dreaming and that if I raised my voice I would wake myself up.

Then, as though in answer to my heartfelt prayer, he kissed me fully on the mouth. Delicious sensations flooded me and I felt my sex responding in a very hot reaction. His lovely, clever hands stroked all over my uniform where it covered my bottom and I wriggled it lightly to let him know I was delighted with what he was doing.

‘Pity you are not a naughty girl, Angel,’ he grinned.

‘Oh, but I am, very naughty,’ I moaned as sheer joy filled every part of my being.

‘So what do you think I ought to do to this naughty girl?’ he was still smiling and his face was inches from mine.

‘I think you ought to punish my bum. Spank me. Strap me… oh David, I’ll do anything for you,’ I broke down completely as I held him very tightly to me.

‘And you think a spanking is what you deserve?’

‘Yes, because I should have told you sooner that YOU are the man I have this craving for and that I can only be happy if you would be very demanding, very bossy with me,’ I choked.

He was feeling my bottom now and I hated the uniform for being in the way of his hands being able to actually hold the skin itself.

‘Should I make you take everything off,’ he teased the sense of urgent hunger inside my very soul.

‘Yes. Yes, Yes.’ I gasped happily at such a thought…

‘And then what?’ he was good at teasing me into a full state of submission.

‘Whatever you like. Smack my naughty bottom for me. David, I’d dearly love to prove to you that nothing would be too much for me to do for you. Surely we deserve a break with each other. I want you to understand that it would only be good for me if you were making me do all sorts of things to please you. I want to feel powerless to stop you; I really do want to be your very special puppet,’ I used the only phrase that I could dream up. But I meant them! And the first seed had been planted that was to transform me into a real submissive personification of very real obedience.

It was a whole week before we could enact out the charade that I so desperately ached to enact for him.

It was in his own apartment that I eventually stripped down in front of the watchful David and then I was in his bedroom. It was me who was begging him to make me behave the way I had assured him I would that fateful night. He seem-ed incredulous at first but whether he thought I meant it or not, he still managed to produce a crook-handled cane!

I lay on that double sized bed, bottom uppermost and my tummy placed on two cushions. Purposefully I gripped the corners of the bed at my head and I was determined to stay like that no matter what. I heard that very first swish and then felt the biting sting hit my upraised bottom. I had already ensured that it was exaggerated in its pose of being very round by dipping the hollow of my back, but that thwack across my arse made me jump. I took six reasonably hard strokes and thanked him after each one, and then had to ask for the next stroke. Then he had me in the position that he liked best. On my back, my ankles fully stretched and placed each side of my head. Further havoc was wreaked across my bum and I let him know that I was grateful for every stinging pain that he was placing on the uncovered cheeks of my wriggling bottom.

Of course we made super loving after that and all the time I was beseeching him never to cease striping my bum and I told him that I would be grateful if he would always ensure that my bottom bore the marks of his mastery over me. He does not always use a cane and I even enjoy it when he makes me go over his knees for a real old-fashioned spanking. He has strong hands and he is able to turn me into a real writhing nymphet once he starts smacking my bottom. As far as I am concerned, it is all a premature feature of our love making and for my part he could continue spanking all night long. He does not beat the living daylights out of my bottom but he certainly manages to generate a heat that mingles the emotions of real delightful pleasure to a turned heat of sensational passion.

Diane T., Leeds

Editor: We had an idea that once we started to ask for readers’ wives and girlfriends to write in that the above letter would be the sort of thing we would receive. We hope that those many readers who asked for the lady’s side of the procedure to be written are happy with the result of their requests. We are. And thank you Diane for your narrative. Any other of our ladies care to put pen to paper? It doesn’t have to be a masochistic flavour; whatever pleases you.