Room 2D

Dear Blushes, Your magazine is well named for blushes are just what I often cause on both ends of my girlfriend Sue. The blushes on her rear end have her hopping and skipping but her real punishments, I have found, are when her top cheeks blush in humiliation! It all started when Sue who is a cheeky miss, used to tease me, and I used to say something like. ‘Mind your manners, young lady or I’ll smack your bottom.’ It never came to anything, until one day she retorted. ‘Go on then, you wouldn’t dare.’ Well a remark like that is a challenge to any man and I grabbed her wrist and towed her across to a chair before seating myself and yanking her forward so that she sprawled over my left thigh. ‘Let me up, I’m sorry,’ she squealed, wriggling and squirming across my lap, but it was easy for me to clamp my other leg across the back of her thighs, and grab one of her wrists in the small of her back so as to push her head down to near floor level. I’m pretty strong and Sue was now held ...

From Blushes Supplement 18, another R.T.Mason-style story ‘We can go together,’ Diane had said. ‘Then it won’t be so bad. Safety in numbers.’ It sounded like a good idea. They looked through the lists in the papers. As usual there were lots of advertisers offering places for girls to do their Community Service and a number of them were prepared to take two girls. There was not a lot to go on in choosing, though, because they all gave only bare details and tended to say the same things. Good home for a girl doing her Community Service. Pleasant surroundings. Excellent discipline practised. They all said that because that was the point of Community Service. Discipline. A girl had to have a taste of it after school, at the still formative age of 18. The country did not want to produce delinquents and disorderly elements, as in the past, but responsible young citizens. Hence the prescribed periods of Community Service, a three-month p...

Dear Editor, Recently there have been a number of calls in Feedback for more letters concerned with readers’ experiences. I hope that readers will be interested in this experience of mine, even though it dates back about 15 years. My son was a young soldier then, I was a widower. He seemed to have unlimited opportunity and I was shocked and angry when he came home one day and announced that he and his girlfriend Sally had got married. She seemed to me to be just a slip of a girl and although she was undeniably pretty, small and blonde-haired, she was also painfully shy and awkward especially with me. Although I didn’t approve I tried to help them as much as I could and let them have the top flat of my house. Being so close I was very aware that things were not going well but my son would not confide in me. Three months later he received the news that he was to be posted abroad for nine months; before he left he asked me to take care of Sally and I promised to do so. I tried my be...

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