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Dear Sirs, I thought that  Blushes 11  was a good issue, combining as it did some pithy stories with a variety of photographs. I have to admit that one of the things which pleased me was the absence of some of the least interesting items from recent issues ( Reich Girls  I found particularly bland). However, as is often the case with spanking magazines, the letters section proved the most stimulating. There certainly seems to be a surge of interest in the humiliation of pretty girls, and I’m all for it myself. The general trend of opinion in these letters seems to be towards greater severity in your stories and pictures, and once again, I completely agree. I don’t think that I am being selfish in asking you to step up the amount of suffering your girls are subjected to — as others have said, there are many spanking magazines about now but they all seem to be pitched at the fans of mild C/P in which the excitement is as much for the spanked as the spankers. Frankly, I lose interest

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From Roué 5, the last of these letters. I have found that it is one thing to build up a relationship with a girl, in fact it happens all the time, and is very often initiated by the girl herself without any encouragement from me, but quite another thing to take the irretraceable step of suggesting an actual physical punishment. This isn’t something to be hurried. The approach has to be oblique. Firstly the idea of punishment has to be introduced. Punishment as such does not, of course, have any official place in a student nurse’s training. The girls are assumed to be adult and ‘self-motivated’ and therefore responsible for their own education to a large extent. On the other hand, the majority of them are only just out of school, and to a degree still under the jurisdiction of their parents, so some kind of authority is nothing new to them. Reinforcing this already existing respect for authority is the most sensible way to set ab

By Anthony Vallance from Februs 19 Ah, what a difference it made being out in the fresh air. Cherri stepped from her car and breathed in deeply. Yuck! She spluttered and coughed briefly as she tried to expel the horsey smell from her lungs. It was so strong. Had anyone seen her? She hoped not, it wouldn’t do to let everyone know that she was a city girl at heart. She looked around nervously but there were so many people at the country fair that no one seemed to have noticed her. The ground under her feet was squelchily muddy, and the air was thick with the smell of manure and the sound of horses and people. Attending the annual country fair was Mr Smedley’s idea of course. He was keen that his youngest reporter should experience country life in the raw. Besides, the office had been getting so boring that she had instantly jumped at the chance to get out for a bit. The fair was certainly busier than Cherri had expected. The car