Letters from Blushes 43

Dear Sir,

I am not surprised that there has been an increase in sexual activity now being introduced into the stories appearing in Blushes. I have noticed over the last twelve months, a general attitude in the readers letters, a strong element requesting such action to include a sexual connotation.

I’m not for or against the inclusion of sex, pure sex that is, but I take the point of one of your correspondents when he suggested that with a beautiful girl, completely undressed and in a state of accepting a punishment on her bottom, the very fact that she is posed with bent bottom, bending and in most cases exposing herself from the rear, there was bound to be a deep arousal in the man himself. No matter how angry she might have made him, no matter that when he ordered her into such a posture, the very sight of an attractive woman, not only posing in a state of undress, but also revealing that very area where ‘it all happens’ is bound to arouse a sensation of sexuality. Only the very old or infirm are able to resist such temptation.

I find myself wondering how the female of the species feels about this! There she is, undressed, bum feeling the fire of hell after being spanked, caned or tawsed, and the man who has brought her to such grief then insisting that she accepts a sexual interval.

My own experience was with a young woman with whom I had no intention whatsoever of having sex. She was just twenty three years of age and had managed to keep the boys and young men at bay. She was, no less, a prick teaser and enjoyed the activities of any man of her choice, but then conducted herself in such a manner that it was only a prick teasing session which left her suitors in a state of real frustration. I had by good fortune to ‘trap’ her, and I use the word very broadly so that I became the teaser and she became the begging part of the contract.

Space is expensive in the printing world, so I will not bore you will all the tiresome details but suffice to say that this temptress was soon to become very much the pleading woman who was prepared to give ‘anything’ rather than exposure of her wickedness. At first, I pretended to have nothing to do with it. There was only one solution to the problem and that was to expose her naughtiness to her colleagues and friends.

The more I refused to accept her alternatives, the more emphatic she became in her pleading attitude for retribution at my hands. It grew better and better by the second so that in the end when she was offering ‘just anything and everything,’ she really did mean it. She would be grateful for me ‘please to keep the matter between ourselves and she would be prepared to show me just how much she was prepared to accept whatever I might decide to do in the matter.’

I pretended to consider the whole business in a grave mind and each time as though to express my unwillingness, she simply added more and more pleading and offering to her eagerness to have this matter hushed up.

I know that I was playing the rules of this game correctly because in the end, I told her a reluctant ‘alright’. She was abjectfully grateful, even though I had warned her that I would expect contrite actions from her and that I intended to physically punish her on her bare bottom. She seemed to think that this was only right and proper and agreed with an almost fanatical acceptance to convince me that I would not find her at all unco-operative.

I gave her meticulous instructions on how I wanted her dressed and prepared for the occasion of her disciplinary correction. She nodded and she even thanked me when she left my company that afternoon. For my part, I must say that I felt a distinct sense of pleasure that this wretched, good-looking young woman was about to get her just deserts.

I do not have a large house, but I certainly have a secluded dwelling on the outskirts of Oslo, which serves me perfectly as a bachelor home. She arrived punctually and this at least showed me just how worried she was at the idea that she might displease me in any way. She was perfectly attired when she arrived and I directed her to the bedroom to prepare for the evening’s ‘entertainment’. When she emerged from that bedroom, she was properly outlined in a tight fitting body stocking suit. Every contour of her torso was easily outlined in the tightness of the black material, and with her true blonde hair, this was a perfect matching exhibition of her attractive figure. Even her upthrust breasts had the nipples already thrusting and I could see the stalky pips of her breasts as they pushed against the tight garment.

The long, perfectly tapering thighs were fully encased and the bulbous hump of her Mons was like a small light bulb as that too was more revealed by the tautness of the stretching suiting. She walked towards me rather like a ballerina than a woman who I worked with. I let her walk round the only large room I have and the cheeks of the bottom that would soon be responding to the strap were properly revealed as the suiting dipped into the clefted cheeks of her shapely bottom. But there was also the outline of her tight brief panties but one had to know she was wearing them to critically seek them out.

When I called her to come to me, her face was very red and showed the signs of her inner shame that the time had come that she had so earnestly begged for. I insisted that she stand perfectly erect and place her hands behind her back and then to ensure that her breasts thrust properly and attractively. She must have felt like a demented soul because for the first time in her life she was being made to behave obediently and without having any defence for herself. I let her stand like that whilst I enjoyed the freedom of her breasts and her blushing features was sufficient reward for me to know that I was getting through to her. I purposely let my hand wander down to the open thigh area and I could feel the soft lips of her much prized sex. Her breathing was also affected as I deliberately played with her body in such a sensuous spot. When I told her to turn round, I think she did so reluctantly because my fondling of her sex area had started to turn her into a state that wanted more and more of it.

I warned her sternly to keep the rounded cheeks of her bottom softly poised and believe me she had a most attractive bottom. I let her know that I was able to feel the soft nates freely and then I saw the zipper line. Warning her again to remain absolutely still I pulled the securing zip from the base of her neck all the way down to the upper slopes of her bum. She had a marvellously smooth skin. A smoothness that I had not encountered on any woman before.

I let my hands explore the now naked back before pulling the upper part of the tight catsuit down her arms. I was mildly surprised that she offered no sound of protest. Not even a mew of pleading. It was as though she realised that she had done wrong and had surrendered to the inevitable justification that was to follow. When I did ease the garment down her slender arms, she simply stood like a woman in disgrace. The whole of the upper catsuit was now forming a bridge of cloth round her waist, and I must emphasise that she was certainly wasp-waisted. Only the swell of her magnificent hips prevented the garment from slipping down her thighs. But the insistent thrusting of my hands soon overcame the obstacles… down and down further until that black catsuit lay round her ankles and the shapely young teasing goddess was adorned only in very brief white panties.

The lower cheeks of her bottom seemed to be enhanced by the tight hugging panties and she dumbly waited whilst I removed the suiting completely. I spun her round by the shoulders so that her shame and degradation became a manifest expression on her face. Her proud titties pushed beautifully out towards me. Her face still showed the anguish, the shame and the surprise of the situation in which she now found herself. I was surprised to see how the nipples really did push from the small aureoles and all they were portraying was the inner sexual excitement of her delight at being in such a situation.

I was annoyed that she dare show herself to be so excited and I held her sex-swollen breasts in my hands to fondle them to help her realise that she was in no position to use her body to dissuade me from the course that I had embarked on. I sensed and even saw how she eased her shoulders back so that the attractive orbs of her titties really did manifest themselves in perfect contours, excited and aching for further fondling. The nipples were the hardest pair of hardened gristle knobs that I have ever tested. I teased them, I squeezed them and up to this point she had remained silently acceptable to everything that I had done to her. Now she let her whole system respond to what her body was feeling. She moaned. It was a sound of a demented young woman; it was a pleading sound of further playing; she wanted more and more and her body writhed just very slightly as my fingers and hands enjoyed the fullness of her surrender to what was happening to her. Although her face registered a natural shame, her body responded otherwise.

I told her to remove the panties herself and stood back to enjoy the full spectacle of her complete capitulation to being mastered for a change. I watched and had to silently compliment her for her stoicism. She slipped the panties from her attractive body and then stood upright, and I sensed there was something proud about the manner in which she held her torso although there could be no doubt at all about the shame that showed in her face. Naked, she was truly a goddess, and I tried not to show my own surprise at the depilated pubic area. Not one hair did she have on her Mons Veneris!! The full ball was smooth and there was no sign that she had shaven that spot. But the peach of her sex was revealed as a slotted ball and I was able to study that ball as freely as I wished. I told her to place her foot on a chair which I had set to one side of her body. The deep channel of her sex area was completely revealed to me now as haplessly, she stood as I had directed. The full exposure of her soft deep slotted labia was exhibited to my eyes. I touched her there to let her helplessness be emphasised and she offered not the slightest sound of complaint or objection. She was delightfully warm and damp as I let her once again realise her hopeless situation.

Then I removed her foot and sat down myself. When I told her to get across my knees, she seemed to go into that posture with a sense of gratitude! Her bared bottom was something to see as she stretched her torso as a woman should who is expecting to be punished. The dimpled cheeks of her bottom remained absolutely relaxed and soft as I freely explored the two moons of her nates. It was a situation that I was going to utilise to the full and I was in no hurry to start the castigation I intended to subject that shapely bottom to. Her breathing was getting a sighing sound that echoed round the room. I enjoyed watching the various shapes that I was able to make her soft balled backside respond to as I felt, caressed and squeezed with leisurely attention.

When I lifted my hand reluctantly from the delightful pastime, I saw how she clenched the nates together but this only added to my own pleasure because I knew that when a bottom is stinging, the luxury of control to keep the secret areas hidden all vanish, and this is even more so when the flash heat of a descending palm erases all thoughts of dignity to retain the view of a soft lipped sex from the seeking eyes of the man who is bringing that palm down.

I started in a slow, soft downward pattern of smacks to each of the rounded buttocks, and she may have thought that was as hard as I intended to spank her. She was greatly mistaken! As the soft creamy skin transformed to a light redness, I increased the strength until there was a decided change of colour spreading quickly from the top of those cheeks down to the very under curve. Her thighs started to move as I knew they surely would! First it was a tremble as though she was undecided whether to thrust them or to just fidget slightly. I gave her added spanks on the same spot now to enhance the raging heat. Her thighs then reacted without the message from her brain. They kicked then jerked. Up and down and then open and closed; until they were performing a perfect dance of exposure each time my hand landed on the writhing cheeks of her bum. Not only up and down now but opening and closing in rhythm to the pain inducing spanking her delightful behind was getting.

It was quite a long time before she gave any sound to reflect the sting erupting all over her writhing bottom. Once she started to yelp, she could not stop.

‘Ow… please… my bottom… it hurts… please, oh please… no more,’ she cried and I was hard put to it now to really hold her in place. When I ceased, my palm experiencing the sheerest pain itself, she dropped to the floor and I was able to witness a most surprising dance of her lower torso as her hands rubbed furiously to attempt to eradicate the horror that developed her behind. She was soon on her feet and her magnificent breasts were performing a dance of their own, as her hands fussed the cheeks of her hot backside. Her eyes did not leave me as I selected the switch cane that I had bought especially for the purpose of bringing this haughty young woman to her senses.

I had expected to hear her pleading and making a general fuss when I pointed to the table and told her to lay on her back. I was most surprised and even amazed when dolefully, she did exactly as I had told her. Then I directed her to pull her knees up to her chest and to grip them with her own arms. Even this she did in a quiet even surrendering manner. I now had a view of this shapely woman that many men would envy. The full sweep of her thighs all the way up to her shapely bottom with the soft crack of her excited sex fully displayed.

She winced when she saw me raise the switch-cane, and her mouth warbled as I brought it down across the tomato red buttocks. She retained that grip for six hard strokes and then she was wriggling off the table of her own accord. To see those buttocks writhing round and round the room as though I had ignited a fuse that launched a rocket into her. I watched as her body now really did writhe about and her hands clutched and unclutched the cheeks of her striped bottom. I had expected more protest when I sternly told her to come back to me. Reluctance was obvious when she slowly came to where I stood. Not a tear on her face! She was in a state of real subservience because I now insisted on her adopting the full ‘naughty-girl’ posture of standing still with her hands on top of her head and her elbows pulled tautly back so that her breasts with the full erect nipples lifted for my digital examination.

I was not surprised as I might have been when I discovered just how heavy with a sexual emotion her breasts had become. It was as though the pain itself on her bottom had also engendered a state of ripe randiness within her body!

The beating of her bottom had reduced her to a state of perfect obedience now and it was obvious that she had no intention of trying to dissuade me from what I intended to do to her. She did not even attempt to pull back when my hands went to the bald Mons of her quim. But I was truly surprised when I slipped my fingers deep into the vulva to discover just how damp and hot her sex had become. She sighed contentedly when I stroked her soft lips and her mouth was now repeating the one phrase.

‘Yes… oh yes… yes… more… harder… play with me harder.’

That was all she kept repeating and her hips pushed forward in an offer of her pussy mouth. I took her to the armchair, and she could not possibly have been aware of my intention when I told her to kneel on the arms and to get her body bending. Only her face showed her reluctance when she did exactly as I told her to do and she even, once again pushed that shapely although very red pair of nates into full relief. I lifted her body and unzipped my flies. I was aching and then she really was begging for sex.

The state of her own sexuality was obvious because I was no sooner inside her tight cavern than she orgasmed… but I held her hips hard and a perfect sensation was soon overcoming my own body.

It was only to be a one off occasion, but it was her suggestion that we repeat the performance each week at the end of the week.

She still wriggles and writhes, and she tries to move before the end of a spanking, but quietly she has told me that she would prefer it if I took no notice of this display of complaint from her. So I don’t, and a perfect evening at least once a week is assured.

G. Gurtbraun, Oslo

Editor: Thank you G.G. A well described set of circumstances and of course, you are quite right regarding the introduction in some of our stories of a sexual nature. We take your point, as we do with all our correspondents, that is if you want it, and it is within the bounds of legality, then we shall most certainly print it. Thank you for a very descriptive letter.

Dear Editor,

Well done Blushes. Still managing to keep your head above water with some of the best photographs and stories as ever. I don’t like all of the printed material and I think the point has often been made that you can’t please all the people all the time. I really think the Join the Dots is a fantastic innovation and I am surprised that it has not featured in the number of CP magazines that are up for sale nowadays.

I find that the letters that are most provocative are those that involve the female being subjected to a group of male onlookers and their whims. This intrigues me more so when I feel that the woman in question has no choice but to be completely acceptable to whatever she is to be the subject of their fads and fancies.

In my case I envisage Sally Ann, the salvationist in this position. The idea of having her in a position in which she has to be truly docile and obedient to the letter is a private thought of enjoyment for me. To have to pose her without uniform or anything else as an after dinner cabaret is a cherished ideal as far as I am concerned. I would not use a coffee table though for her to pose on. After the table has been cleared she would have to stand on it, ankles spread apart, and of course, the age old posture of hands on head. The table would be round so that her statue-like posture could be observed from all sides. One by one, the dining members would not only suggest, but insist on her posturing herself according to each member’s fancy. Bending over to touch her toes, still ankles parted and then staying like that whilst hands tested the soft skin, the rounded nates, and even the inner creases of her thighs. One might suggest that she went on all fours ensuring that the knees remained parted but that the hollow of her back must stay dipped to enhance the full thrust of her attractive bottom. She must keep her head up at all times and perhaps a few carefully placed mirrors might help her to see what her instructors are seeing.

When the cane, tawse and slipper are introduced she must be made to study the instruments before they are applied across her backside. This punishment is to be witnessed by the diners who settle behind her to watch the full gyrating movements that the descending strap, cane or slipper will induce. After each session of spanking or whatever, she must remain still whilst hands test the heat of the punished bottom. Too much movement will only add to the further punishment, and with this in mind Sally knows the longer she remains as stoically still the better will be the outcome. Of course, from this all sorts of reactions can be introduced. The walking round and standing as directed by each man whilst he feels her as he chooses and she aware that statue-like stillness is a paramount must…

It could last for a very long time, and incidentally, I do feel that Sally is a real super model. Hope you use her again and let us see her fully undressed.

Ken Harrison, Hastings

Editor: This letter is a progression of many that we receive. The situation envisaged by Ken is not a new one but his request for more of Sally is well noted and we shall see what we can do.

Dear Sir,

I read with more than the usual interest, G.T. Young’s response to the letter from R.R., Devon. The playing cards syndrome. I showed it to my wife and friends whom we play bridge with.

Their reaction? I have been ostracised, that’s what! They won’t play the game any more; not with me. So if G.T. Young of Notts ever finds that he is one player short for a rubber, would he kindly let me know.

Kevin Langton, Leeds

Editor: Now that really is rotten luck!

Dear Sirs,

P Colesworthy made a valid point in his letter (Blushes 41) regarding the changes in editorial policy. I must admit quite frankly that I had not noticed the change except perhaps the hors d’oeuvres that he mentions was always the policy to advertise future issues. Now we are seeing the girls on the cover being illustrated inside the issue on which they appear.

Unlike him, I did not find Whippet Club as entertaining as it could have been and I for one would not wish to see the magazine use up a whole story on one concept whereby the same models being used throughout the whole of the magazine.

If a long, detailed story line has to be adopted, would it not be more practical to use the serialisation method whereby the subject matter could be spread out over several issues? In this manner, P Colesworthy and his many like friends would get their wish, and we who prefer to see a varied presentation would get ours.

I agree that the models are really very good and I think it right and proper that you constantly remind us that these are models and that their use in the magazine is purely pleasure.

I don’t give two hoots where you find them (see P Colesworthy’s comments) all I am relieved to note is that they are a great bunch of girls.

There was too a common sense attitude by our German correspondent. D Travers of Dortmund. He is more right than he knows I think. In Frankfurt I saw a tousle-haired young lady being marched behind the screened doors because she was a suspected drug carrier. Now I had spoken to this young lady and I must admit that on the route into Frankfurt she certainly seemed a trifle woozy. I waited until she came out and when she did so, her blushing face told its own story. I took her for coffee and it is true that she really had been given a ‘thorough’ search that had involved a doctor and two female customs officials. You do not need me to repeat what D Travers has already told you. The young lady now was still very uncomfortable because they were certain she was hiding drugs. She was not! They were determined to find them and therefore a very detailed examination had taken place.

Regarding his comment about the sex introduction that is creeping (?) into Blushes. I feel inclined to agree that the view of some of the shapely models that we are treated to would certainly move the best of us to a state of wanting to progress to the sexual side of things. Not too strongly perhaps, but I think the slightest introduction of sex could be quite healthy. We don’t want it to turn into a raving sex magazine do we? I don’t know. For those who prefer the full bloodied sex caper with their CP, I am sure that enough mags cater for this taste.

Hope you do not mind me putting in my pennyworth.

Gerald Faversham, Doncaster

Editor: Thank you Gerald. No, we are pleased to get a ‘pennyworth’ from any of our esteemed readers. The points you raise as with anybody we hear from are well noted. Sorry you found The Whippet Club too long, but we think you must agree it did not get boring! Serialisation is something the editorial staff are playing with. Readers reaction will be the deciding factor. We at Blushes really do care what our public thinks and wants, and by the numerous letters we receive, we feel that we are on the right track. Please keep on writing.