Letters from Uniform Girls 27

Dear Editor,

How nice to see your publications going from strength to strength. Now at last I am able to buy your publications locally. Surely a sign of a more liberal environment? It may be that we afficionados of your excellent publications, Blushes Supplement and Uniform Girls are deemed to the ‘Lolita themes’ but honestly for most of us the use of the more mature model is surely more satisfying?

I refer particularly to your two most recent publications:- Blushes 40 and Uniform Girls 25.

Would I not be right that many of your readers will not have got ‘I.E.’ from the lovely Mrs Hillway in your Her Super New Job?

The High-Flying Takeover is nothing but contemporaneous. How delightful to see her in her uniform. How sad to know that those bewitching lasses in this so revealing tunic — skirts will soon be a thing of the past!

Yours faithfully,

Haywards Heath

Dear Sir,

I am delighted that there is such an interesting publication that treats the subject of CP in so many diverse ways. Blushes has come to mean more than the usual run-of-the-mill type of magazine as far as I am concerned. I have often wondered whether your readers would be interested in an experience I had when I was on the Continent a few years ago. I was obliged to break my journey and stay over for a short period in a small Bavarian hamlet that boasted only one inn. I was surprised to discover that this temporary type of abode had as waitress and chambermaid together as a bar woman a delightful young woman of some twenty years of age. Very blonde as all those nationals are, certainly a most comely female who seemed to be constantly wooed by all and sundry. However, I was very upset when, on my return to the inn that second evening to discover that my wallet had been tampered with and a sum of money had been removed. I was the only guest at the time, and only the wench would have been in my room. I made a heated protest to the host and he immediately enquired of the girl. She eventually confessed that it had been she who had taken the money and had the effrontery to suggest that she did not think I would miss the paltry amount because there was so much money in the wallet itself!

What I was not prepared for was, when the host told me that they had very set customs in dealing with petty thieves and would I leave the matter in his hands. I accepted that this was the best course to take. That evening, after the doors had been locked, the shapely girl was literally ordered to prepare supper and also herself. I found this all very intriguing but not more so than when as the host, his wife and I sat eating a late meal, the girl was made to attend us and she had to stand against a wall without a stitch of clothing to cover herself. On the table next to the one at which we were eating, lay a truly wicked looking cane. She was ordered to stand, hands firmly placed on her head despite the nudity of her curvy torso and she was not to take her eyes off the stick itself.

The meal seemed to take a lot longer that night and the blushing miscreant could only have suffered the severest discomfort at standing so long, being without clothes, and knowing that her rear end would soon be fully exposed to our eyes for the sole purpose of receiving the switching cane.

At last the meal was finished and the host asked me how I would like her posed! If it had not been for Blushes, I don’t think I would have had the slightest idea.

I asked him how many strokes he intended to give her. Twenty four strokes he shocked my ears. Then, I told him, she should really posture herself in various attitudes. He thought this was an excellent idea and he flatteringly complimented me for such thoughtfulness!

So she was ordered very sternly to bend over and touch her toes. If anybody had told me that they had witnessed this superb scene I just would not have believed them. Her toes and fingertips were soon touching and her bottom was immediately before me. Such prime delightful orbs, stretched with the effort of her reaching fingers and then, after asking me if I wanted to switch the stick myself, I declined this and he brought the cane whistling down very harshly I thought onto the clenched buttocks of Helga.

The stroke was a very wristy one and she let him know that she was really feeling it. And he was in no hurry either. Six strokes she received and he waited until she touched her toes to receive each one. Her bottom lost interest in clenching tightly because it squirmed beautifully and every little secret spot between her thighs became very revealed as she forgot her dignified modesty.

Then she was bent over the table and her fully benippled breasts were crushed hard to the polished table top… another six hard strokes so that now criss-crossed lines of furious pain were thrown up in deep red lines tramlines, a junction of weals across the now very lively cheeks.

And for the last dozen, she was on her back, laying on the table and each stroke was delivered to the writhing mass of rounded flesh as she clenched her legs up to her chest.

I felt that justice had been done especially when I was invited to feel the strength of the weals on her bottom. The heat was something unbelievable, but although she cried as each stroke was delivered, she took them very bravely I thought.

D.B., Reading

Dear Editor,

With so little space devoted to Readers’ Letters in your publications, I am very surprised at your choice of that by A.W. in Blushes 41 — this is the letter in which scorn is poured on one of our young skaters for the number of times her knickers brush the ice; granted A.W. likes tears from schoolgirls but the way in which these should be produced is through the administration of cane, tawse, paddle and the recognised instruments of CP.

The following letter (from K.D.) makes a plea for black bums under punishment and perhaps your publication of this letter indicates that we are soon to see some young and tender black bums ‘getting it’ as you say. Whatever happened to the pics from the Nigerian headmaster promised by him/you? Surely, most readers must be interested in authenticated factual accounts of genuine (severe) CP as practised today.

I might have taken issue with your re-using already-published pics, in Issue 41, except that these are amongst your best with that gorgeous blonde showing her all as she awaits the cuts of the cane —and I like the way in which her hands, placed in the small of her back, are also available for strokes of the cane or strap between those lashing her delectable bare bum so ideally placed for a punisher who knows how to lay into that bum with concentrated venom for the offender’s obvious sexual misbehaviour.

Finally, full marks (!) for your occasional use of that cellar which one can associate with the trestle being used for the type of birching now relegated to history (more’s the pity) and for your continued depiction of the tawse which I favour when dealing with my submissive, pain-inviting lover (who wishes to register her favourite letter as that from the aforementioned Brit who daily flogs those nubile black bums in Africa).

T.S.W., Walsall

Dear Sirs,

My name is Brenda, I am a black woman in my forties and simply adore spanking white women’s backsides. I must tell you about a Mrs Kimber who is quite a conspicuous women being as she is very plump, age 59. She has a magnificent arse on her capable of withstanding a great deal of punishment. I have experimented with various implements of flagellation on her fat arse from time to time. However, my favourite implement is a leather plaited riding crop, this really makes her bum do the ‘rumba’. I must say the fat bitch loves having her arse thrashed even though she yells like a stuck pig.

I have other black women friends who enjoy working her over. On those occasions we stretch her over a low step-ladder down in the basement of my house. Each of us black women six in all take it in turn to give her bum a good thrashing with the nice riding crop. After that she has to suck us off in turn. We for this have her on her back on a narrow table like bench which stands about 18 ins from the floor. We in turn straddle her head. Each of us adopts the same procedure by first rubbing our cunts all over her face before having the bitch suck it.

Yours truly,

Brenda, Maidstone

Editor: As you can see from just the last two letters, you all have individual tastes and we just try to cater for as many as possible. It’s the old adage of ‘you can’t please all the people all of the time.’

Dear Sir,

Not many females write to your magazine, or if they do, they do not seem to occupy much space in it. I was born in South Africa and my parents were missionaries. Father English, mother, like me South African, bred and born. It will come as no surprise to your readers that the South African woman is considered to have to be the epitome of respectful behaviour and she certainly does not, nor would she expect to get away with any impropriety. When I was just twenty one years of age, I married a retired schoolmaster of forty eight years but Edward was a real handsome man, sophisticated and has just the right amount of personal dominance that my father and mother looked for in a man. Edward was strictly a no-nonsense character.

Believe it or not, (a little research will prove that what I am saying is true), a man may physically punish his wife in South Africa with a cane so long as it is no thicker than his little finger.

Despite the qualities of my parents and the strict environment that they lived in, I have to admit that I was considered sometimes to be a little tearaway… a ‘rip’, they called me.

But Edward was about to change all that! Within a month of marrying him he found an excuse to let me know of his displeasure and produced the thinner-than-his-little-finger cane. I found the sight of this instrument rather awesome and I sat there as David lectured me but could not take my eyes from it. And there was no doubt that the fear I felt for the cane itself, there was also tempering the shame that I had was also the odd reaction that I was completely defenceless to prevent him from giving me what I so justly deserved. For the first time in my life, I realised I was going to be physically punished.

What I had not been ready for was the method, place and time. I was told to go to the bedroom and strip. Every stitch would have to come off and his voice prevented any argument whatsoever. It was the strangest of emotions waiting in the bedroom after removing all my clothes. Naked and waiting. Usually Edward and I made love in the dark. It was when he came into the room that all thoughts of proper decency regarding my body were to be erased. With the cane he pointed to the end of the bed and told me to kneel there. Not on the floor but on the end of the mattress. Then I had to bend right over to put my forehead on the covers so that my nether regions were most indecently rounded, bared and thrusting up and back from me.

Only a person who has been so shamefully posed will realise just how helpless a woman can feel in such a projected state of humiliation. There were no more lectures, but there was certainly plenty of stinging strokes from the stick!

There was also plenty of shrieking responses too… I think he gave me some twelve or it might have been more strokes, but like many women have reported before, the experience of that caning caused me to have greater affection and love for the man who had managed to lay them across my bare bottom. I clung to him in the bed that night and the love making was a superb revelation of what his dominance was able to ignite within my body. As he rocked gently inside me, I swore complete obedience to him at any time… and this oathing reaction from my mouth helped me to picture in my mind the perfect state of obedient woman that I started to swear I would always give him.

Living in England now has not altered anything at all. He enjoys me reading out loud to him from the Blushes magazine and instead of him looking at the pictorial back up photographs, he makes me pose as the model in each story is doing. It is a twist on anything I have ever read about, but the sensations that fill us are tantamount to crazy heat. I wonder that some of your married readers do not get their wives to be so explicitly responsive as I am.

Debbie C., York

Editor: Because they are not South African, that’s why Debbie. Interesting letter though. We would be very pleased to have other readers comments on this theme. And as ever, many thanks for writing.

Dear Sir,

I am astonished at the number of letters published in Feedback that seem to start out with the same old dreary phrases of ‘Congratulations’, ‘Oh what a lovely magazine’, ‘The best mag ever’, etcetera etcetera. For the type of literature that Blushes is renowned for, I would agree that it is probably a very good publication. It must, surely depend on what the reader is looking for! Unlike J.C. of Scotland. I do not agree that there are numerous magazines that deal with CP. I think I can claim in all modesty that I have been a student of disciplinary literature for many, many years and despite diligent searches have found there to be very few subjects that receive the fullest airing of the perfect CP publication.

Blushes goes up and down throughout the year, but this is to be expected I suppose.

Strangely enough, I feel that if one part of the magazine turns out to be rubbishy (pardon the expression), the rest easily follows the degenerate course and plunges into the same category. But, and this I agree is rather more the case than not, once a line of acceptability in reading and postures is struck, then the rest of the magazine manages to attain and keep the same pitch.

Oh yes, the reason for writing is please to request more pictures in the Join the Dots series. This I think is a very novel touch; and certainly very astute.

How about a story with pictorial back up of a young woman who is a very attractive female and who is into being a very real do-gooder; but gets herself into bother so that she would rather ANYTHING than be exposed to authority. Complete and utter freedom for the man, who is a CP enthusiast and also a natural authoritarian knowing that he has the perfect receptacle for spanking, caning, humiliation and all that goes with it. Dictating not only what she has to do but also what she has to say! Get the drift?

Ian McH., Glasgow

Editor: Yes Ian, we certainly get your drift and we are sure that such stories have appeared in Blushes and Uniform Girls. How about Sally of the Salvation Army to mention just one. Not everybody’s views are the same. This you obviously well know by the genre of your letter. Some readers want the models completely undressed and tautly bending. Others like to see panties, knickers, brassiere and all sorts of paraphernalia being employed. We the publishers intend to please all sections of the community so long as we keep within the bounds of legality… well within the bounds!!

Dear Sir,

I hope Blushes has taken notice of the fact that the headmaster in the North of England got away with spanking his naughty pupils and that the jury refused to find him guilty of anything at all.

J.T., Leeds

Editor: Yes J. T. we did read it and all the accompanying media coverage that surrounded the court case. It is as we have always professed, if young ladies are naughty then they must expect to get their bottoms spanked. Thank you for your letter.

Dear Sir,

I’ll join the majority and say Great! The last issue of Uniform Girls was something else again. Let’s have more, please. And how about some more of the German uniform themes. And how about some more of the haughty young ladies getting their cummuppence…and how about…

Editor: Now wait a minute. One thing at a time! Glad you liked the Uniform mag. We here are always pleased to hear from our most important people, the readers. We can only really produce the stories and pictures that you like if you only let us know. Keep the letters coming ladies and gentlemen.