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Dear Sirs, Your magazines perform a noble and necessary function; I can’t imagine life without Blushes . But it seems that unless you are being constantly chivvied you are willing to slip into complacent ways. Letters recently have been exceptionally good, especially the return of celebrity punishments. Justified criticism led to a marked improvement in your stories. But then, a few issues on, you seem to be losing your touch again; the last magazines I bought were dominated by single stories extended way beyond their capacity. Variety is the spice of spanking. How can anybody contrive to write dull texts on such a gloriously exciting subject? I wish more people would write to you, as the letters section is frequently the best bit of the magazine. Indeed, after so many disappointments in the past year, I now look at the letters and make them my reason for buying or not buying a particular issue. What I want to see is greater severity, more effective methods of humiliation, and ...

A lengthy and lavishly illustrated photo-story from Blushes Supplement 25 Young Janet McCloud sat up in her bed, her arms tightly folded, a determined and somewhat insolent expression on her face. Her mother, a look of grave concern in her tired eyes, sat down beside her daughter on the edge of the small bed. ‘Please, dear. It really is time you were getting up.’ She glanced at the clock on the bedside table ‘You mustn’t be late this morning of all mornings.’ The girl replied with a nonchalant, almost sneering laugh as she searched the table with one free hand, first for her glasses and then for her cigarettes. ‘I’ll get up when I want to, mother dear.’ The words were uttered sweetly enough, but there was more than a hint of anger in her voice. The woman sighed, shaking her head. Sometimes she really feared for her daughter. Not that she would come to any real harm as the responsibility for Sir James. But she knew how her Mast...