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An enhanced version of pretty Belinda Laine wearing some very tight knickers in a By Request feature from Blushes Supplement 4 Dear Editor, Blushes is without doubt an excellent magazine, I have bought every issue to date. I like  Supplement Number Two , and really enjoyed the  By Request  feature of the athletic girls in punishment shorts over a trestle. The photos are very good quality and the detail crisp and clear. Is there any chance of photos of girls pulling their knickers up extremely tight between cane-marked cheeks or even knickers hoisted up with clip-on braces or even tied high with rope and knickers pulled between the cheeks? I look forward to your next edition. J Ranft, London An exercise in humiliating vulnerability photographed with the specific aim of exploiting the possibilities of a girl in tight-stretched knickers, a sturdy whipping horse, and a long, quiet Sunday afternoon ahead — Pulse...

Photo-story from Janus 116 Private Saffron James, 19, stands to attention with her bugle under her arm, nervously awaiting the arrival of a superior. When the door opens, the man is a stranger, drafted in from another regiment to conduct her disciplinary interview. Like the clothing, furniture and accommodation she has lived with for the past eight months, he smells of standard-issue army property: functional and unadorned. ‘Your cases are packed?’ ‘Yes, sir.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Because Sergeant Morris said I should be prepared for instant discharge, sir. He said I am not shaping up as a soldier and that if I only want to play pretty music, I should go to the Conservatoire, sir.’ Tears sting her eyes but she strives not to shed them. ‘So you want to be a musician?’ ‘Yes, sir. I joined the army to improve my playing and get real experience of life that I wouldn’t get at music college.’ ‘And has this been proven to be th...

From Uniform Girls 14 ‘I’ve warned you before, young lady. As the eldest member of the Marshland Majorettes, you’re expected to set an example.’ Christine Smith, tall, slim and eighteen, stood sulking in the centre of the small office. She had never wanted to join the Marshland Majorettes, but her parents had insisted. They had seen them perform at a village fair shortly after the Smith family had come to the area. ‘Just the thing for our Christine,’ her father had said. ‘Teach her a little discipline and poise.’ The poise was all very well; the discipline was another matter, especially when it was handed out by the troupe’s leaders, Mr and Mrs Jackson. ‘This time, I think, the hairbrush is called for,’ said Alice Jackson. Her husband, sitting beside her, nodded. Christine tried to think of something else. It wasn’t so much the music or the marching she so disliked; it was that silly uniform. A frilly little skirt which afford...