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Letters from Blushes 10

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A bumper crop in this edition How good of us… Dear Sir, How good of you to respond so quickly and in such a well bottomed-out way to my  Request  for a feature on girls in punishment shorts. I admit that I bought Supplement No. 2 on the strength of the cover photo alone: that wonderful slothful slumberous bottom was so tempting in freshly laundered shorts that were so evidently thin! (Is it true that, in some boarding-schools, the girls selected for a beating had to pay out of their pocket money for the laundering of hired whipping drawers?) In the captions you ask me some saucy questions and I will work in the answers with a technical point or two; but first a point of criticism. The shorts are too short! I said that they must cover the whole bottom and  at least  two inches of thigh and perhaps I should have made it clear that, in this matter, we do not measure from the a

Caning in the Rain

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Video featuring the lovely Becky Jordan. A persistent offender at St Margaret’s School for Ladies is summoned before her headmistress. She is particularly perturbed when she hears that her own car has been the victim of the girl’s mindless vandalism. This is the final straw, and after giving her a bare-bottomed spanking in her office, she orders her outside where she is given a sound caning in the rain… In these shorties, CalStar gets right to the point, and this one is sweet. Delectable Miss Goodhead, a little blonde in pigtails, decked out in the official British schoolgirl garb, is going to feel it for tampering with cars in the school parking lot. A fabulous domme, school supervisor, someone to watch for in other videos, herself perfectly dressed in official conservative attire, will do the work. Goodhead is sent to the school common room for corporal punishment, with an essential sitting-on-the-bench, hand-wringing, nail bi

Red Handed Red Bottomed

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From Blushes 9 Lights out, the prowling housemaster’s footsteps outside the dormitory door came and long gone. Six of the eight girls in 7D fast asleep, a whispered conversation in a blanket-huddled bed. ‘Still tender?’ A slim hand inside pyjama bottoms, touching gently, skimming over warm young buttocks, lingering here and there where the cheeks feel faintly swollen. ‘Yes, sort of — it was horrible, Jenny. He made me take  everything  off — everything!’ ‘He would —’ Fingers wangling the waistband down over silky hips. ‘Better than being reported to Old Creepy though.’ ‘I know — I heard Chrissie Willis got a sixer from him every day for a week for smoking.’ Elastic waistband loose around knees, slipped down without any protest made. Another guarded whisper. ‘Turn on your back Sue —’ ‘The duty teacher might come, Jen — he might — sometimes he does —’ ‘Turn over —’ Slim legs smooth against each other, pyjama tops and bottoms twisted