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Dear Sir, Firstly may I congratulate you on your series of publications; I would also like to say that I was sad to note the demise of Whispers . Could not this be bought back as a quarterly or perhaps on special subscription? Your magazines however far excel all other CP journals. Although I enjoy all stories and photos, there is one point about humiliation which I would like to make. Apart from one mention early last year this is never given a thought by your writers. It concerns young ladies who wet their pants. Over the years I’ve had the pleasure of punishing a few young ladies with the cane; of these, more than half wet themselves at some time during the proceedings. I managed to talk to some of them about these incidents and it seems that the main cause of this is the anguish, and waiting for the punishment. I should like to see some photo-sequences showing girls with blushes on both sets of cheeks, plus punishment for them because they haven’t been able to control themsel...

This lovely story from Blushes 57 was referenced by New Moral Order as being a prequel of sorts to Bargain Price (see Comments). I have accelerated its appearance so you can judge for yourselves. Sitting on the bus she surreptitiously looks again at the list Mr Birling has given her. Frowning slightly then putting it back in her bag. Three names and three addresses. Men’s names naturally. Just three names on the piece of paper but that is only for a start. To see how she gets on. The first on the list today, this sunny March afternoon: Mr Colway, Frobisher Drive which is close to the next bus stop. Then Mr Anthorp tomorrow. Mr Vaneway the next day. And after that… She bites her lip, thinking what she has thought a hundred times: what if anyone found out? Her mother. Or Gary. The possibility doesn’t bear thinking about. She has told them it is a secretarial job. That was the job she went for, to the Acme Advertising Agency, only...