Room 2D

From Blushes 12 Sparked off by an item in  Blushes Supplement 2  these two correspondents, along with many others, have been prompted to request the illustration of their own particular ideas in future issues of  Blushes magazines. We assure them that we shall be photographing their requests in the near future. Dear Sir, I wish to congratulate you on your recent issue of  Blushes Supplement  which featured the two girls in white shorts. I believe this was one of the all time great CP features and both girls certainly had superb bottoms. You asked for suggestions on other possible photo-features which were not too kinky. I believe an excellent subject would be a headmaster or other disciplinary figure using a girl to test various positions. For instance to take the headmaster for example, maybe he has never previously been involved in caning girls and wishes to explore the most satisfactory position f...

From Blushes 52. A follow-up to Special Deliveries . The place seems to be deserted. The display window beneath the peeling, weather-beaten lettering pronouncing M.J. Bartling is unlit and if we try the door we will find it locked. This is perhaps not surprising, it is after opening hours, a quarter to six now, and Mr Bartling is not one to contravene shopkeeping regulations. Well, not some of them. The street lights are on of course, at a quarter to six on a late November day, and indeed a rather murky spitting-with-rain one into the bargain. M.J. Bartling is deserted and so is the street outside; but this again is not surprising, no one wants to hang about passing the time of day on this sort of day, they will all be at home thinking about their teas. And furthermore and in any case Great Midgeley, as we know, is no great metropolis, its inhabitants are few in number, their dwellings scattered here and there. But though it may...

From Blushes 14 with Lucie Martin There was the accustomed high-pitched whistling sound as the cane blurred through the air. It bit deep into the soft, naked bottom awaiting it. For a fraction of a second, it seemed to bury itself deep. Then it arced away, leaving behind a miniature tramline of pink-red pain. It was the first stroke of a promised twelve. William Clifford, Senior Master at St Osith’s, contemplated the weal with mingled satisfaction and regret. Sonia Benson, who was bending over before him, fingers to toes, should have been his star pupil… a front-runner for University Honours. Instead she was graded in the lower half of the Fifth Remove. He noted that the girl had only jerked up momentarily, emitting a brief, breathless gasp, before returning to her straight-legged bending posture. There was no doubt that the Benson family bred their girls both tough and obstinate. William Clifford recalled readily to mind So...

From Blushes 34 Her peers at school had always told Charlotte how brilliant she was at ‘art’ — and the quality of her life drawings had inevitably extracted praise from her teachers, even when she was younger. Now she’d taken the plunge and, instead of opting for university, she had decided to attend a particularly good art college on the south coast near Brighton. Despite the tough competition for entry, Charlotte — or Charlie as she was known to most of her friends — sailed through and was immediately put under the wing of the most talented teacher at the college, John Mitchley. A man with numerous exhibitions to his credit, John drove his students hard, and liked to stretch their talents to the limit in his search for excellence. Occasionally; he had a small number of students to his lovely home on the hills above and outside Brighton, where they would paint, draw, and simply talk about their interest in art. For Charlotte,...