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Letters from Blushes Supplement 28

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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 ...

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Letters from Blushes Supplement 22

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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 ...