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Victorian Interlude

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A CalStar video. Review from  www.spreview.net : F/f; time: 17 minutes A very brief pithy elegant episode, at least for this observer, who is not seeking carved-up victims. A very tall blonde, Mrs Bainbridge, has been referred by her husband to a female disciplinarian for lack of submission, which in this faux Victorian setting could mean… well, she is going to be taught to submit. An older librarian-type woman does the work here, and she is not shy. Bainbridge is told she is to be spanked, as authorized by her husband. First she must expose her bare bottom, which entails a comical peeling of sheaths of Victorian cloth. But finally, there appears the pink bottom, and she is young, solid, and beautiful. The OTK spanking is firm and impressive. She kneels on a chair. The mistress notes: ‘We’re a little pink.’ The handspanking continues. ‘Does it sting?’  ‘Yes, miss.’ Lovely full screen on her bottom. The mistress di...

Amanda Disciplined

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From Blushes 56. Continued from  A Tutor for Amanda . ‘Where was it you went?’ Mr Greeley asks. ‘Oh yes, the South of France. Was it nice? Was it hot?’ They are at Amanda’s parents’ house again. Amanda and Bob are going to live here until they find a flat of their own. But first of all… there is Mr Greeley. Amanda’s two weeks with Arthur Greeley, Disciplinary Tutor. They arrived back from the honeymoon yesterday. Now this morning here is Mr Greeley. To collect Amanda. At times they have been able to forget it but most of the time the dread prospect has been there, either at the forefront of their minds or lurking just below the surface. These two weeks. ‘It’s only two weeks,’ Bob has said, repeatedly. But the truth is that for him, as for Amanda, the two weeks loom like a lifetime. It is impossible to see beyond them. ‘I  can’t  go,’ Amanda has wailed, groaned, again and again. But of ...

A Tutor for Amanda

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First in a two-part story from Blushes 56 ‘Have you got a Disciplinary Tutor organised?’ Mike asked. ‘Ah… no. Not yet.’ ‘You should get that sorted out,’ Mike told Bob. ‘You haven’t got long now. And sometimes they’re pretty well booked up. A good reliable one, I mean.’ Mike Anwing and Bob Flancher were in the pub, chatting over pints of bitter. The subject was Bob’s impending marriage — and more especially his intended, Amanda. She was a very pretty girl with a lovely figure. Somewhat independently-minded too it could be said. So on both these counts one would say a young husband would be well-advised to have her sent to a Disciplinary Tutor. Young women who hadn’t had disciplinary training could very easily prove a problem. Especially of course attractive ones who could catch the roving eye of other males. A session with a good tutor who knew what he was doing would avoid such problems before they developed. ‘Yes,...