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Letter from Uniform Girls 24 / Government Training

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Dear Sir, I’ve been buying the Blushes magazines since they started, and although there is a quality fluctuation from issue to issue, and consistency seems to be a problem, its still obvious that the Blushes mags are about the best for CP and humiliation of girls. My predilections as ever are for fanciful costumes, punishment dress, exertion, nudity and humiliation, rather than the incessant prevalence of the tried and tested routine of having a girl bent over chair or table invariably dressed in the almost obligatory stockings, suspenders and high heels, which have held CP mags in a sort of rut for many years, laying certain boundaries upon the imagination, seemingly unaware of the vast possibilities within the genre of CP erotica. (Restrictions acknowledged). There had been some progression made picture-wise since the days of the old CP mags insomuch that the people producing Blushes , Supplement etc. seem to take into account to an extent the tastes of their readers, and re...

The New Regime

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From Blushes 5 The year is 1989. A wave of teenage crime and violence has been sweeping the country. In response to increasingly strident public demands for something drastic to be done to reverse the trend the Government has at last instituted a new policy towards the corrective punishment of young offenders. The old concept of a ‘short, sharp shock’ has returned to favour with increased vigour born out of desperation. At Hazeldene Reformatory for Girls a new Principal has been appointed with instructions to implement the new approach with full rigour. Now Stephen Carpenter, warden of C Block, enters the dormitory to inform the girls under his charge of the Principal’s new regime… ‘Right! Come on! Get out, all of you. Jump to it! I want you all standing by your beds in five seconds. Move!’ Twenty nubile girls in pyjamas and filmy nightdresses leapt from their beds. ‘Now, stand still! Shoulders back, chests out, stomachs i...