Room 2D

Dear Sir, There’s no doubt about it, the Blushes magazines are getting better. We are getting to the state I think where the complete association of ideas conjoining CP and a sexual aftermath will be the order of the day. I cannot see that this will deteriorate the reading material and for my own part, I found the omission of sex not only frustrating, but also a little annoying. Especially with those lovely models. And there is no doubt that they are all worthy of a mention for the perfectly formed torsos, especially rounded bottoms. My own reading pleasure is never greater than when there is a suggestion that no matter how much the girl wishes to protest and plead then she still has no choice but to make her bottom, preferably bared, correctly positioned for a spanking or some other form of punishment. I read the letters of suggestions on how a girl can be ‘punished’ by other means. The close inspection of deep channels and private parts, together with the ‘hot water bottle’ synd...

From Uniform Girls 19 ‘That haircut’ His mother’s voice low, disapproving. ‘Really!’ He was sitting with his back to the door of the dining room and didn’t turn to look but it had to be her. The tall girl with the cropped blonde hair. A couple of years older than himself perhaps? Nineteen? All right then, three. He saw her again on the beach. Yesterday. That pale blue one-piece swimsuit. Her shape in it — and the parts that weren’t in it — had made his mouth go dry. Not big boobs but her bottom… he had almost had a heart attack when, 20 yards away, she had bent over like that. The stunning long legs kept quite straight at the knees. The tremendous reach of the backs of her thighs. And at the top… with that old man of course. Or oldish. Fifty? Her guardian, his mother said. He kept his head down, as if his soup was of surpassing interest, but saw nonetheless it was the girl. And him. Mr Guildford his name was. Was that her name? ...

Story from Uniform Girls 16. Pretty model, I'm not sure I've seen her in anything else. A large substantial house, The Big House as it was known to the locals, Alwood Hall in fact, sitting imposingly in its grounds above the village of Little Alwood on this fine sunny July morning. A four-square early Victorian edifice dominating the local landscape as indeed its owner-occupier also tended to dominate the local inhabitants. Mr Henry Hollings standing now in his front reception room… Henry Hollings, lord of the manor, was in his fifties and of an upright, military bearing although he had not in fact served queen and country. He had spent some years in the east, though, on family tea plantations and out there a gentleman planter could conduct himself in the same lordly fashion as lords of the manor had in England in bygone days. So that Henry Hollings did still now act that way back in England and Little Alwood’s inhabitan...