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CONTENTS
Rules of the House
Six-Month Sentence
A Lady’s Pleasure
Never-Never
Join The Dots
German Discipline
Letters

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ally felt the cold dry hand against

S her bared bottom cheek. She stared
blankly at the rich _ pat-
terned curtain just inches away from her
face. ‘Oh God. This is awful. Just awful’
Knowing she was bare and exposed.
Knowing that the woman was staring at
her, considering all those intimate secrets”
of a big girl’s anatomy, all now so blatent-
ly exposed. ‘Right down. Get right down.
Rest yourself on the dressing table.’ She
heard the woman’s carefully-measured
tones. ‘And keep your bottom still.
Sally Blackwell was a career girl. Just
three months ago she had joined the Daniel Ward’s training system for
dynamic young workforce of Dunward young female executives (refer to Sup-
Services Limited, one of the new and ex- plement 24) now has another recruit.
citing young businesses so beloved and
encouraged by the present Government. you can stay the course.” power of her presence pervaded the small
And in those three short months, her per- Young Sally virtually skipped all the _well-appointed room. Sally’s surprise and
sonality and drive had taken her straight way home that evening, having discovered indignation denied her the power of
into the Managing Director’s Office. the scale of her new pay-packet. As the speech for a short but vulnerable time.
Young Sally was pretty, intelligent, and weekend approached she prepared for her The girl glanced upwards, wondering
spirited. move. The journey north. One hundred why her new landlady had invaded her
Daniel Ward leaned back in his ex- and fifty miles from St. Pancras. Her new privacy. But then the woman smiled. “Yes.
ecutive chair. “So you really want a career job. New responsibilities, and a lot more Mr Ward said you were a good-looking
with us?’ Sally smiled positively, and money. As she stepped out of the train on- girl, Sally, a little bewildered, shook her
nodded. ‘Reckon you’ve got what it to the platform of her new home, Sally head. The woman’s experienced eyes
takes?’ Again, Sally nodded assuredly. ' promised herself that this would be the quickly scanned the girl’s slim form.
Dan Ward pursed his lips and paused for turning point in her life. Three hours “Yes. Well-groomed; well-dressed; good-
thought. He made a silent decision. later, Sally had her bottom smacked. looking..’ Sally tried to move away. Sud-
‘Alright. ll transfer you to our Midlands ‘Stand up, please, Miss Blackwell. The denly she felt menaced by this woman.
branch. You’ve got one month to prove woman entered the bedroom and the Suddenly, Sally wanted to be alone.
 Mrs Mason sat down beside her, her s and tried
arm gently resting upon Sally’s shoulders. hard to forget the events of that evening.
‘A few facts you ought to know, Miss She cried quietly into her pillow as the
Blackwell.’ Sally wished she could shy images and sensations of the past hours
away, but instead she stayed rigid, refused to leave her. Mrs Mason had
wishing that this woman would take her recited the house rules. About not retur-
arm away and leave her little room. ‘Just ning home too late in the evening. About
like you, I work for Dan Ward. In fact not making too much noise in her room.
I report personally and directly.to Mr And then the pretty twenty-year old had
Ward.’ Sally felt the woman’s strong arms found herself resting face down across
around her, as if she was being pulled Mrs Mason’s lap. ‘I deal with disobe-
towards this strange domineering woman. dience in my own way. the woman had
‘Mr Ward is insistent that if his staff fail warned her, in a quiet whispering voice.
in their personal and private lives, then ‘After all. If Mr Ward got to know, that
they will fail in their business life as well’ would be the end of your career, wouldn’t
Sally tried to move away. The softness it?’ So helpless, Sally had remained ly-
and richness of her little room weighed ing stretched out across the woman’s lap,
heavily upon her. But Mrs Mason con- while she felt those cold determined
tinued. “That means quite simply, that fingers lifting up her loose skirt. Time
you do as I say. Otherwise, you can say stood still for young Sally as the woman
goodbye to your nice new job.’ ensured that the girl was perfectly posi-
That evening, young Sally snuggled tioned across her knee, her upturned bot-
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tom elevated quite prominently, and pro-
tected only by the flimsiest of white lace
knickers. ‘So any misdemeanour under
my roof will result in the soundest of
bottom-smackings, Miss Blackwell. A
cold firm palm was already resting upon
the bare curves of the girl’s bottom, un-
protected by the little white knickers.
‘Unless of course you’d prefer Mr Ward
to deal with the problem...’
Slowly, very slowly, Sally’s little
knickers had been tugged down to her
knees. And her bouncy round bottom had
been smacked. Really smacked. Slowly,
firmly and confidently, the woman had
smacked her, applying a cold firm palm
to those exposed girlish curves. ‘I find
most young ladies are a little disturbed
by my introductory lesson.’ the woman
commented quietly, as Sally, lying face-
down across her knee rocked forward and
back with each firm smack. ‘But then,
so few young ladies nowadays have ex-
perienced a really sound bottom tanning.
Once you know what your bottom is for,
your behaviour will be quite faultless, I’m
sure.’ Smack by smack, Sally’s bottom
turned from the smooth opal-cream,
through many shades of gentle pink, to
crimson red. At first, the smacking just
stung. But soon the smacks were burn-
ing into Sally’s bottom. Her gasps of in-
dignation turned to genuine pleas, her
eyes filled with welling tears. Quite in-
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voluntarily, she had kicked out against the
bedclothes, her legs flailing wildly. The
woman seemed to take little notice.
And after the smacking, Mrs Mason
had held her, still outstretched across her
knee, her feet resting against the quilt-
cover on one side, her pretty face mask-
ed by a damp tangle of shoulder-length
hair buried deep into the bedclothes on
the other side. Mrs Mason watched the
girl’s bottom, now an almost even hue of
bright crimson, twitching occasionally.
Red and burning. ‘Now you know the
rules of the house, young lady. ’ She lifted
the girl to her feet and turned her so that
they were standing face to face. ‘You’re
not too old for a good hiding, young lady.
Just you remember that.’ Sally whispered
silent swear words as the woman left the
room. And then she cried to herself as
she kneaded her stinging bottom with
searching hands. Just a month to prove
herself. Perhaps Daniel Ward had an
ulterior motive in sending her to this
dreadful place. Quite respectable subur-
bia, Sally had thought, as she had walk-
ed up the garden path. But who knows
what can happen behind the doors of
respectable suburbia? Sally was beginn-
ing to learn.
‘Is she behaving herself?’ Dan Ward
had been waiting for Mrs Mason’s end of
week report. ‘Occasional lapses, the
woman reported. “But we are correcting
them, quite effectively’ Dan Ward
pondered the manilla file containing
details of Miss Sally Blackwell. ‘That one
needs a firm hand, Mrs Mason. A firm
hand.’ He restrained himself from defin-
ing any more clearly how the firm hand
should be applied; and how frequently;
and to what part of young Sally’s
delightful anatomy. Secretly, Daniel Ward
could be quite precise. He would have her
up-ended, her bottom bared, and he
would apply the very thinnest and whip-
piest cane he could imagine across the
twin bottom cheeks of Miss Blackwell.
‘I leave it in your hands, Mrs Mason,’
There was a confidence in his voice. Mrs
Mason knew how to tame the most
spirited girl. Sally would be no problem.
It was Friday evening. The end of a
long week. The woman pointed with her
long manicured fingers. “Over here. Get
across the stool.’ Sally knelt obediently,
as Mrs Mason instructed her to lean for-
wards, until her elbows were resting
against the top of the dressing table, sup-
porting her weight. “You’ve broken the
house rules, haven’t you?’ The woman
waited. Sally mumbled her response. ‘I
think your bottom needs a little treatment,
Miss Blackwell. Those cold hands lifted
the girl’s full skirt, raising it well clear
of Sally’s bottom. ‘Now give me one
good reason why I shouldn’t take your
knickers down right now and tan this bot-
tom of yours?’ Sally could think of many
reasons, but the woman was already tug-
ging at her pants. At least they weren’t
those lacy things she’d worn at the begin-
ning of the week. Mrs Mason hadn't ap-
proved. She’d even presented Sally with
several new pairs. Just like her old school
knickers. But tighter. Tauter across her revealing arc against the dressing table.
bottom. ‘I think a good sound smacking Sally closed her eyes tightly against the
should teach you a lesson, young lady.’ awful embarrassment of the smacking. Of
Somehow, the woman wasn’t talking to feeling that woman wrenching her
Sally. She was addressing the bare round knickers right down. Knowing that Mrs
bottom, jutting out, just asking to be Mason could see every private secret of
smacked. A smooth round bottom. her body. Wondering whether this hap-
Perfectly shaped. Delightfully curved. pened to all the girls who sought promo-
The woman pressed her free hand down tion with the Company. Wondering
against the girl’s shoulders. ‘Right down. whether Mr Ward knew what was hap-
It’s your bottom I want to see.’ And she pening in this quite corner of Midlands
could see much more as Sally lay expos- suburbia.
ed. Mrs Mason enjoyed the sort of view Daniel Ward rang again that evening.
that Dan Ward would appreciate. A real- ‘She doesn’t take kindly to having her
ly intimate view of a pretty young knickers taken down. Dan had laughed.
woman. A really revealing view of a pret- ‘Right little madams, these youngsters.
ty girl’s secret assets. The sort of view Think the world owes them a living. All
she would only reveal when she was be- they have to do is smile, flash a few of
ing spanked, or when... their attributes and they’ve got themselves
‘How dare you disobey me. A firm a career. He held the handset close to his
slap landed across Sally’s bottom. She lips as if to impart some confidential in-
wriggled, shaking her head from side to formation to the trusted Mrs Mason.
side. ‘I'll teach you to disobey.’ Another “Young Sally will be good, one day. But
slap. Sally gasped as the sting of the she needs training. She’s cheeky...and a
smack began to radiate across her bottom little too self-assured.’ Mrs Mason knew
cheeks. Slap after slap fell with stinging exactly what he meant. ‘Don’t worry.’ she
precision, not only over the girl’s ample promised him. ‘I have the measure of
bottom curves but also lower down across young Sally Blackwell’
her firm fleshy upper thighs. On the following evening, after a brief
‘Please...please...oh, please...’ But the exchange of words, during which young
words were lost as the twenty year old Sally’s vocabulary proved to be rather
was comprehensively spanked, the more — or less — than ladylike, she was
woman pausing only occasionally to bend spanked again. Up in her little bedroom,
the girl in an even tighter and more in the working clothes her landlady had

prescribed. This time, she knew the

routine. Up on the padded stool, bent for-
ward, arms and elbows resting flat against
the dressing-table, her bottom on display.
A good sharp pants-down smacking, just
as Daniel Ward had prescribed. Enough
to make young Sally think twice about
cheeking her elders and betters in future.
But this time, Mrs Mason responded to
her employer’s most recent comments.
‘Take her down a peg or two. Make her
realise that she is still a very junior and
subordinate member of this company.
And if she:can’t obey instructions, she’s
out.’
The woman paused in her punishment.
The girl risked a glance upwards and
sideways, wondering if the smacking was
over. Whether she could get up and grasp
her stinging bottom. ‘I really don’t think
you’ve learnt anything from yesterday’s
spanking.’ The woman said, quite quiet-
ly, contemplating the pink and red blot-
ches just appearing across the bottom
bent before her. ‘Lean right down. Put
your head right under the table.” She
pushed Sally down, and told her to hold
the front legs of the stool with each hand.
‘Now perhaps I can really deal with your
bottom... The smacking that followed
taught Sally more than a few salutory

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 but Mrs Mason was insistent; and she was
beginning to realise that it really didn’t
pay to disobey Mrs Mason. Reluctantly,
the pretty black and white dress was edg-
ed down, over her hips until it fluttered
silently to the floor. “Now sit down. Right
down. Put your bottom onto the stool.
Let’s see if your smacking has really had
an effect.
Sally winced as she lowered herself
down until her aching sore bottom came
in contact with the surface of the stool.
Padded or not, it felt so hard and cold.
‘Come on. Sit down. Put that bottom of
yours down on the stool.’ It really hurt.
Sally wondered just how long the sting
would remain. Wondered how she would
be able to sit down in the office in the
morning. The woman opened the door.
“Now just you stay there, young lady, and
contemplate your future. Mrs Mason left,
leaving the bedroom door ajar. As soon
as she was alone, Sally’s tears came
again. Tears this time of self-pity. And
tears of annoyance, as her knickers at
half-mast, dressed only in her sweatshirt
ieed
Sti
ate
and shoes she came to terms with being
spanked. The bottom-smacking across
Mrs Mason’s knees had been bad enough.
But at least the pain had gone away quite
quickly. And as soon as she'd got up, her
skirt had hidden her bottom. And last
night’s spanking over the stool had been
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io e awful, but at least the woman hadn’t made
her bend right down. A renewed shud-
der of embarrassment came over her as
she tried to imagine the view afforded to
her landlady. Such a well-endowed young
woman, bent over like that.
But strangely enough, the very worst
aspect of the whole affair had not been
the awful smacking. Even though her bot-
lessons. For five long minutes, Mrs
Mason saw only the upturned bottom and
thighs of a cheeky young minx who need-
ed to be put in her place.
It was time to see whether a simple
spanking would have the desired results.
‘Stand up.’ Flustered, Sally scrambled to
her feet trying not to bang her head on
the wooden edging of the dressing table
as she got up. ‘Why have you been
punished, Sally?’ The girl stifled a sob.
*,.. Because I
was...cheeky?...and...disobedient?’ The
woman smiled slightly. Yes. Perhaps all
that was needed was a good sound spank-
ing every now and again. ‘Show me your
bottom.’ The girl blushed at the order.
‘Come on. Take your hands away. Show
me your bottom.’ Sally stood and waited
as the woman stared at still-pink bottom
cheeks. ‘You don’t like showing your bot-
tom to me, do you?’ The girl shook her
head. “Well unless your behaviour im-
proves considerably, young lady, you’re
going to have to get used to it.’
Sally began to pull her knickers up, lif-
ting the elastic away from her still-
stinging bottom. ‘Not yet, Sally. Not yet.’
The knickers stayed down, a tangled knot
of fabric around her knees. ‘Take your
skirt off” Sally tried to shake her head,
 tom still stung everytime she wriggled on
the stood. Much more worse had been the
way she had been made to take off her
skirt. After all, no-one but no-one had
a right to see inside a young lady’s
knickers. Under any cir-
cumstances. .unless in the course of...Sal-
ly felt it was an outrage. Especially as she
knew the woman had taken every oppor-
tunity to look at her.
On Sunday evening, another telephone
conversation. “Yes. Knickers and skirt
right down. the woman assured her
employer. ‘And a further mild reminder
before she went to bed,’ Daniel Ward ask-
ed for details. “Well, bearing in mind
what you said...Yes, I took her knickers
right off...Yes. Across my knees, on her
bed...Oh Yes, Mr Ward. She’s quite a big
girl... In those few minutes before she
was left to get undressed for bed, young
Sally’s smart red shoes had been taken
off. ‘Just in case you wave your legs
around a little too wildly” And with her
sweatshirt folded back halfway up her
back, Sally’s mild reminder commenced.
Just a brief smacking. Not intended to
hurt, really. Just a reminder that Mrs
Mason was the authority in this house.
Reminding Sally that she could return to
London at any time; and tender her
resignation in person to Mr Ward.

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 Sally’s firm round rump wobbled and
bounced under the chastisement, and Sal-
ly gasped and pleaded into the quilt
covers. Somehow, try as she might, she
just couldn’t keep her legs together. They
just seemed to wave about in response to
the woman’s firm hand. Finally, young
Sally gave up. Attempts at maidenly
modesty just weren't possible when you
were lying face-down across someone’s
knee, and your bottom, already redden-
ed by a sound tanning, was being smack-
ed again. Mrs Mason sensed the girl’s
defeat immediately. She stopped, but held
the girl still across her lap. ‘It’s in your
hands, Sally. Curb your cheek and we
could make a success of you.’
That night, Sally lay face down on the
top of the quilt, her long nightdress
carefully folded back exposing her bot-
tom to the soothing night air. The tears
were long gone. Sally’s enquiring mind
was working overtime. Mrs Mason could
never be doing this at her own instiga-
tion. She’d never get away with it. She’d
be fired as soon as Head Office found out
what she did to her tenants. That meant
that Mr Daniel Ward knew all about it.
She suddenly thought about the frequent
phone calls. When Mrs Mason would
close the door to her drawing room and
talk quietly on the phone for many
minutes. She was making her report.
Telling Mr Ward, perhaps, about her.
Describing her spankings. Telling that
man all about her big bare bottom, and
the way she kicked and wriggled as the
woman spanked her. As she went to
sleep, there was still confusion in her
mind. But a germ of an idea was also
beginning to form.

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 ~~)0,4 he girl standing before the black-
robed judge was of above medium
height and possessed of a very vol-
uptuous figure. This latter was abundant-
ly evident as she was clothed in only a
short, thin cotton shift. This was the re-
quired attire for a young female when ap-
pearing before a judge. She had a pretty
full-lipped face and her shoulder-length
brown hair was tied with ribbons into
two bunches.
The judge eyed her, his expression
serious. A glance at the papers on his
desk and then another searching look at
the girl. Primarily it seemed at what was
under, but revealed by, the form-fitting
shift. Up front were large, juttingly-
nippled boobs. Her offence was loiter-
ing in a public place: a catch-all category
that the authorities could make use of
more or less at will. Young people in a
- public place with nothing in particular to
do tended to worry the authorities. Girls
especially were frequently picked up and
charged with loitering.
‘Guilty,’ the judge pronounced. Found
guilty as charged, he wrote in a careful
copperplate hand in the ledger. He wav-
ed the book to dry the ink, then turned
to the court official. ‘She’ll get the usual.
Domestic service; six months.’
The man nodded. The judge had
another keen look at the girl. ‘But...I
think a caning here, in the court, as well,
Miss Smithson. You look to me as if you
could do with something extra.’ He stood
up. ‘Take that thing off. I shall cane you
myself.’
The girl’s eyes dart over to the official,
as if he might offer assistance; advise the
judge perhaps that he can’t do this. But
that had to be a forlorn hope. The official
was present to serve the judge, not to cir-
cumscribe his actions. She swallowed,
MONTH
SENTENCE
be.
looked as if she wanted to say something
but didn’t. Deciding presumably that any
He turned to the other man and brusquely
told him to clear the deak. He would cane
is dressed in a grey suit with black flat-
heeled shoes. Her figure in the plain suit
argument could only make things worse. her on it. She was to lie on the polished is ripely rounded. She is a pretty girl with
Her hands took hold of the mid-thigh- wooden top. On her back. And hold her her thick dark hair tied in two bunches.
level hem of her shift and raised it; to legs up above her. The girl’s mouth ‘So you are what they’ve sent me,’ the
her shoulders and then off over her head. opened. A little gasp popped out as she blonde woman says. She glances at a
The hands came down, one now with the no doubt pictured the position she was piece of paper — a form — that the girl
removed garment. to be in. It seemed impossible, but it was has handed her. They are standing in a
Her eyes met the judge’s eyes and nonetheless happening. The desk was pleasantly furnished lounge. The girl has
looked quickly away. Her face was flush- cleared. The official had produced a cane just been delivered in an official vehicle
ed, her body trembling slightly. The for the judge. And she was being assisted driven by a man ina cheap suit and peak-
magnificent body was of course nude. up onto the table top. Her legs raised... ed cap. The woman looks up.
Splendidly large tits thrust unsaggingly ‘Karen Smithson?’
-out in spite of the absence of a bra. Down * * *
“Yes, Mrs Calbury.’ The girl’s voice
below the thighs and buttocks were is respectful, nervous. Scared perhaps.
equally ripely feminine. All these The woman would be in her thirties Mrs Calbury is a complete unknown
burgeoning curves were made to seem and is slightly taller than the girl who is quantity and Karen is being handed over
even more so by the slim waist. At the herself of above average height. She is to her for six months, to do with virtual-
bottom of her belly was a thick swatch handsome in a mature way with shiny ly as she sees fit. And to add to her ner-
of dark hair that no doubt her hands were blonde hair pulled back in a bun, and is vousness there is the drive she has just
desperate to cover, as they were the jut- somewhat severely dressed in a white had with that man in the official car. Not
ting tits, but this clearly was forbidden. long-sleeved blouse and dark mid-calf- to mention of course the still fresh
The eyes of the judge and the official length skirt. The girl standing before her memory of yesterday. Her ordeal at the
flickered over the splendid body. The
judge’s severe expression did not change.
court. will have some men reaching for the
‘Loitering, I see. Loitering in a public cane, given the opportunity.’
place. What were you doing: picking up This is true. Karen has been caned and
men?’ She puts the form down on the not only by that judge in the court. She
table. has been picked up for loitering twice
‘No!’ The accusation makes her blush before but without it going to court.
although it is the usual presumption for Threatened with the court but in fact on
a girl on the charge of loitering. ‘I...was both those occasions the official had been
only waiting for my boyfriend.’ prepared to deal with it himself. An unof-
Mrs Calbury smiles. ‘I suppose that’s ficial caning. Well why play it by the
what they all say, young woman. Well book and send a pretty girl to court when
there won’t be any opportunity for that you can deal with it yourself and have
here; boyfriends or picking up men. I a bit of enjoyment out of it. Quite a
keep a girl on a very tight leash. Strictly number of cases of loitering do not go
no male contacts. And if she gets a little to court. It is not a practice which is
overheated I give her a taste of the cane. strictly approved of but everyone knows
That usually cools those hot urges.’ it happens.
The girl doesn’t answer. There is no Karen is haltingly stating that she was
answer. There is also the memory of caned by the judge.
yesterday. The judge. That awful caning. Mrs Calbury raised her eyebrows.
‘Have you had the cane, young ‘The judge!’ It is without doubt outside
woman? Looking at you I would imagine his remit. A girl can be caned by her
you had. You have the sort of shape that employer when she is assigned to
 if she wouldn’t co-operate he would say ly mauling. He had got one suspender
she had tried it on with him. Offered to strap undone but it was now properly
have sex if he would let her go. fastened again. He had been desperate to
He had parked the car in this deserted get the neat white knickers off. Mrs
lot behind some decaying, abandoned Calbury was eyeing what she revealed.
buildings. He had picked her up from her ‘Slip the knickers down. Let me see
house as arranged but had arrived half if that caning has left any marks.’
and hour before the planned time saying Standing with her skirt in her hand and
there had been a change in the ar- her knickers lowered...as the tall blonde
rangements but this was obviously the woman patted and pinched at the ripe
real reason. He wanted to have a go at bare buttocks. As that judge had patted
her before he delivered her to Mrs and pinched at them before he got her up
Calbury. He parked and was immediate- on the desk. And then again afterwards
ly grabbing. There was no one to see, on- when there were the angry red stripes
ly the broken windows staring vacantly criss-crossing the creamy flesh. The can-
from the delapidated building. His hands ing had left no lasting marks, though.
were grabbing up her skirt, pulling open The judge was presumably experienced.
the suit jacket. She wouldn’t agree to He knew just how hard to bring the cane
what he wanted, though, and he finally down: to have her gasping in desperation
domestic service, and there is also the gave up, angry and frustrated. but at the same time not mark the flesh
youth centre where caning is on the agen- “You bitch. I hope that woman’s go- too much.
da. A court, though, is not seen as a pro- ing to really cane the daylights out of “He must have scarcely touched you.’
per place for a girl to get a caning. you.’ And a final threat: ‘I’m going to Mrs Calbury is still patting and groping.
However, one is not going to question send in a report. Say you tried it on with ‘I shall give you something a bit more
the actions of a judge. If he wished to do me. You'll be up before that judge again than that, my girl.’
| ee and for a second offence he’ll send you The hand is at the ripe undercurve of
‘Tell me about it,” Mrs Calbury says. away for two years.’ the full cheeks, jiggling them. It slides
“What did he do exactly? And you can Would he do that? Standing before lower. In underneath. ‘Especially if you
take your skirt off. Let me have a look Mrs Calbury now and being told to take show any signs of getting overheated. Do
at you.’ her skirt off. Probably it was only a you know what I mean?’ The hand is
threat, because he was so angry. They right in between her legs.
wouldn’t believe him. Would they? ‘Yes!’ the girl gasps. ‘I won’t...’
There was of course no question of refus- “You won’t see that boyfriend for six
In that official car the man in the suit ing to take her skirt off for Mrs Calbury. months. Or any other male.’ The fingers
and peaked cap had wanted the same Her hands obediently at the zip. Sliding are there, working at her. ‘You’ll pro-
thing. Wanted her to take her skirt off. it down. Stepping out of it. Underneath bably be climbing up the wall in frustra-
He wanted to fuck her. ‘You were done were stockings fastened with the straps tion. But what you’ll get is not a man’s
for loitering, weren’t you? So you’re on _ of a white suspender belt, and neat white thing in here but the cane on your hot
the game.’ Quite possibly he didn’t really knickers. The creamy bare flesh of her bottom. Do you understand that?’
believe that but it was an excuse. He said upper thighs that the man had been hot- ‘Yes...Ohhh! Yes, Mrs Calbury...’
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want
 The blonde woman takes her hand
away. ‘As long as you are quite clear.
Now then: let’s start you on some work.
You want to make yourself useful I’m
sure. Get yourself changed and you can
start some cleaning.’
* * *

A short-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of

brief knickers: that is Mrs Calbury’s idea
of a suitable outfit for housework. ‘That
way there’s a lot of bare flesh available
if I decide you’re not putting your-back
into it.’
Mrs Calbury is referring to the cane
of course. ‘The cane across the backs of
your legs, Miss? Sometimes I think the
backs of a girl’s legs are more sensitive
than her bottom. What do you think?’
Karen is not sure that an answer was
called for. She vaguely shakes her head.
Mrs Calbury quickly reaches behind the
half-naked girl. Her fingers sharply
pinch the soft back of one thigh. The girl
squeals.
‘I asked a question, Miss. And I like
to have an answer. Shall we do a test?
Stand up straight. Take your hands
away.’
Karen’s hands are behind her, one rub-
bing where the vicious pinch has nipped.
Reluctantly she moves her hands. ‘I’m
going to pinch your bottom and the back
of your leg again. Then you’ll know,
won’t you?’
Two breath-stopping pinches. Mrs
Calbury first pushing her hand up under
the brief knickers to get at the bare cheek
— and then another to the tender rear
- thigh-flesh. Both pinches are painful,
making her yelp out. As for which was
worse...
“Which, Miss?’
‘Ohhh! Ouuuww!’ Karen is trembling
with the hot pain. But she had better say
something. ‘M...my leg...’
“Your leg. Well let’s give the other leg
one.’
‘Ooohh! Ouuuwww!’
‘And then you can get on with some
work.’ Mrs Calbury sharply smacks the
trembling bottom. ‘Get on at once.’
Karen is standing trying to stop the
tears coming. The vacuum cleaner.
Gasping, she looks for a socket to plug
it in. Mrs Calbury has gone striding out
of the room but she’ll be back. With
those diabolical sharp-nailed fingers.
And she also said...
Mrs Calbury is shortly back and it is
not only the sadistically pinching fingers
to be feared now. She has a long thin
cane in her hand.
‘What have you done then, young
woman? Show me what you’ve done.’
‘I... ’ve done...’ Mrs Calbury has only
been gone a couple of minutes. Karen has
scarcely had time to get the vacuum
cleaner started.
Mrs Calbury brusquely switches the
humming instrument off. ‘I don’t think
you get the message, Karen. Perhaps you
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think this is a holiday camp. Is that it?
Stand up against the wall.’
She is being impossible. Deliberately.
She is making impossible demands gimp-
ly as an excuse to use that cane. Karen
is standing facing the wall, her arms
spread wide as instructed. She is shak-
ing, crying. In anticipation of that awful
cane. Her head swimming with the
memory of what it was like with the
judge. Upside down on that desk. But
Mrs Calbury is meaner, more sadistic.

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 She will... just as hard as she is able.
THWACKKK\.... ‘Get in position, girl! Stand up straight
Oh Jesus! A wailing gasp exploding and get your arms out.’
from her mouth. The cane has come slic- THWACKKK\...
ing in acros the meaty backs of her NO! She can’t endure this pain. Great
thighs. Where Mrs Calbury’s pinches waves of it welling up from her legs. She
went only this is a different order of pain tries to clench her teeth but they won’t.
from the pinches. It is different from Her mouth is slack, pulpy wet with tears
what the judge did. Mrs Calbury has hit and dribble.
‘Let’s have the knickers off, young
lady. Take them off. Then we can deal
with that big bottom as well.’
She is doing it. Through the blinding
pain. Leaning into the wall for support
or otherwise her rubber legs will simply
collapse. The knickers are off. Standing
back against the wall, her only garment
now the T-shirt. Bare bottom flinching,
clenching, the backs of her thighs still
burning...
THWACKKK\...
She executes a clumsy sort of dance,
her body jerking, writhing, and then
Karen falls over. An untidy heap on the
floor. She has no control over her body.
The cane has cut into the full meat of her
bottom like a hot knife.
‘Get up, girl! You really are the most
hopeless creature. Get up. Let’s have you
bending over this time. Touching your
toes.’
No! not any more. She tries to plead
but only a stuttery, blubbery sound
comes out. Mrs Calbury crisply cuts the
cane in across her leg. “Get up, Karen.
At once!’ Somehow she does struggle to
her feet. And this time bends. Somehow
she is standing with her head down at her
knees. Her hands at her ankles. The big
bottom is thrust ripely out. It is humm-
ing with hot pain which is about to be
redoubled. Mrs Calbury with a set ex-
pression on her face is whipping it in.
THWACKK!!!
* * *

‘How are you this morning, Karen?’

The girl tries to find some words. A
respectful “Very well, Mrs Calbury’ is
all she can think of. There is no point
saying she is scared stiff of that cane
coming out again, or of Mrs Calbury
viciously reaching out to pinch
something soft and tender. There is a lot
that is soft and tender on display for
Karen is nude. She has just had a bath
and dried herself. Mrs Calbury has come
into the bathroom. Mrs Calbury of
course is fully dressed. At least she
hasn’t got that cane in her hand. There
is a cloth or tea towel or something.
‘Very well, are we?’ she comes closer.
‘Stand up straight then. That’s better.
You are a big girl, aren’t you? These big
things.’ Her hand has taken hold of one
jutting boob.
‘I suppose a lot of men like them big
like this. I expect you get a lot of atten-
tion with these big things.’
Karen does not know what to say. Mrs
Calbury’s hand is caressing the big tits;
one and then the other. The nipples are
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responding. Sticking out. A hot flush of down to the bush of hair at Karen’s
embarrassment is flooding her face but groin.
she stands still with her hands at her ‘I said you wouldn’t have any male
sides. contacts, Karen. Nothing to get this ex-
Mrs Calbury gives a little laugh. ‘Mr cited. Of course I couldn’t refuse the
Dicherson, Karen. The judge who dealt judge though. But he won’t be interested
with you. He wants to see you again.’ in this. Will he?’ A mocking laugh. ‘Not
Another little laugh. ‘I suppose he wants a judge surely.’
to see these big things again. Do you Mrs Calbury’s fingers are in between
think? Although perhaps one shouldn’t the girl’s thighs. Teasing at her most sen-
say that about a judge.’ Her face is sitive parts. Yesterday she was caning
closer. ‘Also, Karen, I expect he wants her just as hard as she could, and now...
to cane you again.’ ‘What do you think, Karen? Do you
Mrs Calbury’s voice is soft, teasing think it is only the cane? I’m quite, sure
almost. Quite different from when she he will want to cane you again. But is
was viciously caning Karen yesterday. he going to want something else?’
The thought of the judge goes through She takes her hand away. It comes up,
the nude girl’s head but her mind is most- to lightly smack the girl’s flushed face.
ly on this tall blonde woman. Who is ‘Come with me. We’ll go into my room
very close and whose hand now slides for a moment.’
 he girl goes silently out of the than her maid. Arlene pulls the bath towel tight round
drawing room with the tea trolley, Muriel Worthing gets to her feet. In her nude body. It is not that she is ac-
her high heels sinking softly into her black high heels she is close to 5°10” tually cold, this little bedroom that Mrs
the deep carpet. A pretty girl with dark with a full, shapely figure in her fitting Worthing has assigned to her is pleasant-
curling hair and a neat fiture in her little dress. With that shining blonde hair pil- ly warm, but...she feels vaguely scared.
black maid’s uniform. The eyes of the ed high she is a very striking woman. ‘I An unfocussed feeling though it centres
attractive blonde woman sitting on the tell you what,’ she says. “Let me borrow on Mrs Worthing. not that she has done
settee follows her appraisingly. her for the weekend. My own girl is go- anything unpleasant to Arlene since she
‘She seems a willing little thing, ing to be off anyway. If you can spare brought her here to her house in the
Susan,’ she observes to her hostess. her for the weekend I can give her a lit- chauffeur-driven car half an hour ago.
Susan Mallamby says, ‘Yes. Willing tle introduction. If you’ve never done it Mrs Worthing in the car was friendly
enough. She’s not had much experience yourself before it can be difficult.” She enough, asking Arlene questions about
of course.’ smiles. ‘I can bring her back on Mon- herself, etc. And there is nothing really
The blonde woman, who is tall and in day and...well, show you the way.’ to be scared of, she is only helping Mrs
her thirties and called Muriel Worthing, Susan is standing now as well. Her Worthing out for the weekend and then
says, ‘But you’re working on her. Her face is flushed. It is perhaps embarrass- going back to Mrs Mallamby.
training.’ ing to have to admit one does not know It is just that there is something scary
Susan Mallamby, less tall than her how to deal with a maid. /s it a about Mrs Worthing. Something scary
visitor and younger, says, ‘Oh yes.’ reasonable thing for Muriel Worthing to for instance about the way she patted
‘The cane? Have you caned her yet? do what she suggests? And what exactly Arlene’s thigh in the car. And something
Or perhaps a strap?’ does she propose to do to Arlene? Cane scary now. In this room: Arlene’s room
Susan gives a quizzical look, then her for no reason. Or possibly for her for the weekend. Where her clothes have
smiles. “No. I can’t say I have. Well I own pleasure? But she can't really say disappeared; have presumably been
don’t know that she actually needs that no. It may be an entirely reasonably and taken away.
sort of thing. She is very willing.’ indeed generous proposal. It is after all ‘I should take a bath,” Mrs Worthing
The older blonde woman shakes her the kind of thing people tend not to talk said as soon as they were in the house.
head. ‘Susan, they all need it. Especial- about. She produces an urbane smile. ‘Have a nice warm bath, Arlene. It will
ly anew, young one like that. You need “Yes. If it’s all right, Muriel. If it relax you.’
to make things very clear to a girl and wouldn’t cause you a lot of trouble.’ That in itself was odd: why should
it requires the cane. Willing or not. Muriel Worthing assures Susan that it Arlene need anything to relax her? But
There’s no substitute. ’ will be no trouble at all. She will be of course she obediently had the bath.
Susan Mallamby considers this. ‘Have delighted. And there could possibly be And dried herself with the big blue-and-
you never caned a girl?’ Muriel asks. a certain gleam in those clear blue eyes white bath towels that Mrs Worthing told
Susan, perhaps flushing slightly, shakes which says that she will indeed be her to use. But now, back in the little
her head. She is 25 and not long married, delighted. “I can take her with me when room...where are her clothes? The
an inexperienced young woman one I leave,” she says. uniform from Mrs Mallamby’s that she
could say. And at 25 she is not a lot older * * * was wearing and also her case with her
other things in. It all seems to have simp-
ly disappeared. This is the room Mrs
Worthing put her in. The bed and the
blue armchair and everything. She hasn’t
come back to the wrong room by
mistake. But...
And then the door opens.
It is of course Mrs Worthing. It is not
likely to be anyone else. Arlene pulls the
towel more tightly round herself. There
is no reason to be scared but...Mrs Wor-
thing has changed, into a blouse and
skirt, but she is still looking ultra smart.
Glamorous. And scary. She smiles...but
her eyes have that appraising look. Sear-
ching out perhaps what is under the tight-
ly clutched towel.
‘Did you have a nice bath, Arlene?’
‘Y...Yes, Mrs Worthing. Thank you.

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 A beautiful slim figure, girlish but full ‘Does she, Arlene?’ Mrs Worthing’s
breasted. Arlene stands with a hand ner- voice more insistent.
vously over her groin. “Wh...what? Pardon?’ The hand is still
‘Stand straight.” Mrs Worthing’s voice there, between Arlene’s legs. Where,
has a sharper edge. ‘Hands at your sides. although what is happening is un-
I said I wanted to see you.’ thinkably awful, Arlene is wet.
Both hands come reluctantly down at ‘I said, dear, does Mrs Mallamby use
Arlene’s sides. Something is certainly on the cane on you?’
now. But what? Mrs Worthing has come Arlene hears it this time. It comes out
closer. There is the scent of her expen- of the blue, a mind-boggling contrast to
sive perfume. The older woman’s voice what Mrs Worthing is still doing. The
is softer. “You are a very pretty girl, cane. Breathing heavily Arlene shakes
Arlene. With a lovely body. Do you have her head.
a boyfriend?’ ‘No? Oh dear. Well that can only be
Arlene stutters something but she is not because Mrs Mallamby is a young lady
quite sure herself what she is saying. Mrs and: perhaps not too experienced with
Worthing’s hand is breathtakingly fondl- servant girls. She should know that they
ing the pert pink-nippled tits. “I’m sure should be given the cane from the very
you have.’ Fondling the nipples beginning. Otherwise all they want to
themselves which are stiffening. ‘And think of is their boyfriends.’ Mrs Wor-
what about Mrs Mallamby. Does she tell thing’s fingers dig up into Arlene. ‘And
you you’re a pretty girl? Does she like this, dear. All they can think of is what
to play with these?’ they have here.’
The scary feeling is fully focussed Arlene’s knees feel as if they are about
now. Arlene is shaking like a leaf. Mrs to give way. Mrs Worthing’s fingers and
Worthing is going to do things to her. also what she has said have brought the
Things that Arlene’s mind can only bog- poor girl close to collapse. She is pan-
gle at. ‘Does she?’ The sexy low voice ting, her body shaking all over. As Mrs
continues. As the hand continues at Worthing’s voice purrs on.
Arlene’s nipples. And then, even worse, ‘So we will have to remedy that,
slides down to Arlene’s groin. To that Arlene. I am going to cane you. I am go-
bush of brown hair. ing to cane this lovely bare bottom of
‘And does she like to play with this?’ yours.’
There is no answer. Arlene is gasping Arlene’s mind is in a state of complete
for breath. Blood is pounding in her ears. shock. As far as she could guess Mrs
Mrs Worthing’s fingers are unbelievably Worthing was going to take her to bed,
in between Arlene’s legs. Mrs Worthing to do unthinkable things to her. But now
is saying something more but Arlene, in it is not that at all — or not for the mo-
the state she is in, cannot take it in. ment. Mrs Worthing is saying she is go-

But...my...’
“Your things, dear. Yes, you’ll have
them shortly. You don’t need them right
now. We need you undressed for the mo-
ment. Put the towel down, Arlene. Let
me see you.’
The scary feeling is back. Redoubled.
The colour flooding to Arlene’s cheeks.
There is something to be scared about,
she is now sure of that.
‘Put the towel down, Arlene. There’s
no need to be shy with me.’
Arlene clearly cannot refuse. She is
after all only a maid, a servant. And Mrs
Worthing is Mrs Mallamby’s friend and
moreover a frighteningly poised and self-
assured woman. Whatever she wants
Arlene to do she can only accept. Heart
thudding, Arlene lets the towel fall away.
ing to cane her. For no reason. Except
perhaps that it will amuse Mrs Worthing.
She has at last taken her hand away
from between Arlene’s quivering thighs.
‘I have a cane in the wardrobe, Arlene.
A nice whippy cane that I am sure is quite
itching to get at your pretty bottom. But
first of all we will give it a spanking. Just
to get you warmed up for the real thing.
So let’s have you up in the chair, shall
we.’
Mrs Worthing takes Arlene’s arm and
walks the trembling girl across to the
armchair. She is helped up into it; kneel-
ing in the deep seat with her face — and
also those now aroused tits — towards
the back. ‘Stick it out,’ Mrs Worthing
tells Arlene. Her hand is at the girl’s bot-
tom. Fondling it. Briefly sliding down
and in between the thighs to where her
fingers have minutes earlier created such
havoc. Arlene is shaking all over, on
fire, from the ministrations of those
knowing fingers. Every nerve-end is at
fever pitch.
So that when the hand stops fondling.
And comes cracking down...
SPLATT!...As hard as Mrs Worthing
can possibly manage...
It is as if Arlene has been shot into
orbit.
Her body is still reacting to this first
pistol-like crack of Mrs Worthing’s hand
when a second one lands. And a third...
SPLATT!...SPLATT!...SPLATT...
‘Keep still, my girl!’
Words gasped out as Mrs Worthing
puts every ounce of effort into each one.
Arlene can’t keep still, though, there
is no way she can. Her body is
automatically jerking and writhing. She
has no control over it, as she has no con-
trol over the frantic yelps which pop out
of her desperate mouth. She is hanging
onto the back of the chair like a ship-
wrecked man clinging to flotsam in a tur-
bulent sea. As Mrs Worthing’s hand
cracks down again and again.
‘How was that?’ Mrs Worthing asks
when she has finally, it seems, had
enough. ‘How does that feel? Nice and
warm now?’
Arlene, gasping from the shattering
assault on her bottom, gives another,
sharper gasp. For Mrs Worthing’s hand
is in between her legs again. The fingers
once more working at her.
‘My, you’re all wet, girl. I really think
that’s turned you on.’
She lets go...and gives the reddened
bottom a final gratuitous splatt!
‘Now we will see if the cane can turn
you on as well.’
The cane. It is of course in a different
category altogether. As soon as the first
stroke zips into Arlene’s bottom the
spanking which had her desperately yelp-
ing and writhing is forgotten. There is
simply no comparison with the stultify-
ing pain which the whippy bamboo pro-
duces. Arlene lets out a banshee-like
howl.
‘Like it, do you? Just try and keep that
bottom still...’
Thwackkk!...
The second is in effect even worse. It
comes on top of the already red-hot pain
that is pulsating out from Arlene’s shock-
ed bottom.

“Yes. This is what pretty girls need,

Arlene.’
Thwackk!...
* * *

‘Now get into bed, dear. A girl wants

to get in between the sheets after that, I
know.’
The caning is over. Mrs Worthing has
helped the sobbing, gasping-for-breath
Arlene down off the chair and has led her
over to the bed. And has pulled back the .
covers. Tears are blinding Arlene’s eyes
and she can hardly see. She stumbles at
the bed. Her bottom is criss-crossed with
bright red stripes. Mrs Worthing eyes it,
her face slightly pink, as her hands go
to the waistband of her skirt. Unzipping
it. As the shaking nude girl clambers in-
to the bed.
Through the tears Arlene can scarce-
ly see but she can see enough to realise
that Mrs Worthing is undressing. Skirt
and blouse. Slip. And all the rest. Her
pale statuesque body is nude. She is un-
pinning that shining blonde hair. And
now she is climbing in with Arlene, in
the narrow bed. It is narrow but that is
not a problem for Muriel Worthing. She
climbs on top of the shivering girl. Her
ripe body is hot and eager. Her mouth
on the girl’s mouth is hungry, ravenous.
“We seem to be managing OK.’ skirt. That wasn’t all Mr Milvern
Joanne said Yes. She and Mike wanted of course: he wanted to fuck
shared a flat, jointly sharing the her. But he hadn’t tried to insist. Not
costs. Mike paid the mortgage and so far at least. What Joanne would do
Joanne took care of the other bills. if Mr Milvern did try and insist she
They weren’t married and had no im- didn’t know. She didn’t think he
mediate plans in that direction. They would, he seemed more or less con-
might consider it in a year or so but tent to have her sit on his lap and
right now they were both only 19. play about with his hand up under her
Not being married meant less tax and skirt, he didn’t really try and force
things seemed to work out all right. the other although he sometimes kept
Of course you could get a bit tight on about it.
financially at times. Especially Joanne The thing that made Joanne go all hot
who as a shorthand-typist didn’t earn and cold was the thought that one day
a great deal. She had had one or two Mr Milvern might come round and
problems with her side of the deal: say she had to pay those back
the gasman having to wait once or
twice for his cheque and the same
with the electricity bill. And then
there was the TV rental. Joanne could
get away with a certain amount of
this because she was female and at-
tractive. Fluttering the long lashes of
those big blue eyes as she explained
her predicament. And sticking out her
good-sized tits at the same time. That
sort of thing was usually good for
getting a month’s grace with a pay-
ment and it was usually only a little
matter of cash flow and not having
the money at the appointed time.
The TV, though, that was slightly dif-
ferent. Mike didn’t know about the
gas and the electricity but there
wasn’t really a lot to know anyway.
He certainly didn’t know about the
TV and Joanne would have to admit
there was a bit more to know there.
The fact that she hadn’t paid for three
months now. Sometimes Joanne
would get a sudden hot scary feeling
when she thought about it. The man
who came round, Mr Milvern — Bob
Milvern as he told Joanne to call him
— said it was OK, he had written it
off. Joanne didn’t have to pay those
back payments. ;
That was what he said. In exchange
for certain favours. Nothing that real-
ly amounted to anything; all Joanne
did was sit on his lap when he came
round, and let his hand go up her
payments. They weren’t written off at ‘What’s happening here? These
all and she had to pay up. There was figures?’
no way she could pay up, the money Bob Milvern’s heart gave a very nas-
was gone. Indeed she would have ty jump. He thought for the moment
great difficulty in finding one month’s he might be having a coronary attack.
payment now she had got used to It was the question he had been
having that money. But Mr Milvern dreading. His boss Mr Vanetta was
wasn’t going to do that. He was indicating figures in a print-out. He
writing the payments off, presumably knew what the figures were without
fiddling the books in some way. And looking because he hadn’t been mess-
as long as she continued sitting on his ing about with a lot of them. Only
lap and letting him play about as he Number 48 Kingsbury Gardens. That
liked, there wasn’t going to be any young Joanne Simford. With those
problem. He wasn’t going to insist on jouncy tits and what she had up bet-
fucking her and so she wasn’t going ween her legs that she didn’t mind
to be feeling desperately awful with him getting his hand on. She had just
Mike about that. Joanne felt about got to the stage when she
somewhat awful at times regarding would agree to the whole thing: a
what already happened; but it was nice hot fuck. But all the time...there
nothing really. Mostly she didn’t had been this heart-stopping
think about it. thought...
Yes, they were managing OK. No He had tried to lose the figures — the
problems. Not real ones anyway. fact that she hadn’t paid for three
Perhaps she and Mike would get mar- months now — but the way the ac-
ried in, say, a couple of years. counts were done there was no fool-
proof way of doing it. If someone
really looked at them. That someone
being Mr Tony Vanetta. he didn’t
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want to look at what Mr Vanetta was
pointing to but forced his eyes into
focus. 7
‘Uh...what? What’s that?’
There was nothing he could do: he
was caught dead to rights as they say.
The only option was to plead.
‘I was going to pay it in, Mr Vanetta.
Honest. It’s just...this customer has
been in a bit of difficulty.
Financially.’
Mr Vanetta, eyes hot and angry,
dragged it out of him. The fact that
the customer was 19 and female and
a dishy young piece.
‘So it’s that old story, is it? Fucking
the arse off her I suppose.’
‘No!’ A tone of righteous indignation.
Bob Milvern wished fervently that he
was but he wasn’t. He was sure she
was hot for it but nonetheless she
hadn’t quite come round, not yet.
Presumably she was keeping it all for .
that bloke she shared with. He didn’t
say any of this of course. Just ‘No,
certainly not!’
Mr Vanetta looked again at the
figures and then at his employee.
‘Nice, is she?’
There was no point denying that fact.
Yes she was.
‘But you’re not fucking her? Groping
her then. Getting your hot hands all
over her?’
There was not a lot of point denying
that either.
‘And she goes for that, does she?’
Yes she did. You could tell. She
might pretend she didn’t but she did.

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Pass
Otherwise for one thing why did she
wear those loose-legged French
knickers when he visited. Knickers
that you could get your hand right up
inside, with two or three fingers in-
side her. Bob Milvern didn’t say this
either though. He merely shrugged
his shoulders. At least Mr Vanetta
was calming down a bit.
‘Maybe that little bitch needs another
visit. From the boss. I think I know
just what she needs.’
Bob Milvern blinked. He hadn’t ex-
pected this, but perhaps he should
have. Mr Vanetta liked girls, he
knew that. He could just step in. She
would have no choice but to give him
what he wanted. A fuck. Presumably.
He felt a little pang of anguish at the
thought of Mr Vanetta fucking her,
especially when he hadn’t done so
himself. But Bob Milvern was hardly
in a position to be concerned about
niceities. He was highly fortunate that
Mr Vanetta wasn’t talking about giv-
ing him the sack. He’d presumably
have to find the money of course.
That was down to him. So Mr Vanet-
ta would get the money and have that
dishy Joanne served up on a plate. It
was all right for some.
“What’s the set-up?’
Unhappily he gave details. Thursday half past five, walking to the shop.
she only worked the half day. Thurs- What was this Mr Vanetta going to
day afternoon was the time to visit, do? There was no way she could pay
when the bloke she lived with, her the money. She hadn’t of course said
fiance, was out at work. Reluctantly anything to Mike — but then he was
he produced the phone number. pretty soon going to find out if she
was up before the court. Oh God...
* * *
‘Ah Miss Simford. We’ll go into the
office.’
Something made her shiver as soon as He was the same sort of age as Mr
she picked up the phone. The voice Milvern. Late forties? Bald on top.
said, ‘Hello, is this Miss Simford?’ It Eyes that bored into her. Oh God.
was an ordinary man’s voice but Maybe she was going to faint, not be
something, a premonition, sent a cold sick.
shiver down her spine. ‘Sit down, Miss Simford. Now then.
‘It’s the Xtra Rental Agency. Mr Your account. It would appear...’
Vanetta, Branch Manager, speaking. I Where was Mr Milver? Who had
was wondering if you could come in- written it off. Or so he said. But
to the office sometime, Miss Simford. there was no point saying that to this
To discuss your account. Or alter- Mr Vanetta who was the manager,
natively I could come round to your Mr Milvern’s boss. She hadn’t paid,
address.’ that was the inescapable fact. And she
Yes. Joanne was all at once sweating. couldn’t.
It had happened. It had been found ‘I’m sorry...I...haven’t got it.’ If she
out. ‘No!’ she blurted. ‘I mean yes I wasn't going to faint Joanne was at
will come...whenever...’ She heard least going to burst into tears.
herself agreeing to go to the shop ‘If this goes to court, Miss Simford,
tomorrow. After work. there’ll be a heavy fine. And so there
What could he do? Take her to court. should be. You young people
Fraud. A jail sentence — or a fine nowadays think you can do whatever
that she couldn’t possibly pay and you like. This sort of thing is theft.
then the alternative would be jail Fraud.’
anyway. I’m going to be sick, she There were tears. Joanne wiped at her
told herself. That was exactly how eyes.
Joanne was feeling the next day, at ‘Or a bloody good caning, Miss Sim-
ford. The cane across your bottom.’
The tears were still there in spite of
wiping. Two had begun to trickle
down Joanne’s cheek.
‘Did you hear what I said. Miss Sim-
ford? A caning. I suppose J might be
persuaded not to take this any further
— if you agreed to accept that in-
stead. A bloody good caning.’
* * *

Thursday afternoon. It was Thursday

afternoon when Mr Milvern always
came. Not every Thursday but quite a
lot of them. To make her sit on his
lap and then mess about up under her
skirt, with Joanne squirming and
yelping a bit but not exactly
desperately disturbed. This afternoon
it was not going to be Mr Milvern,
though. It would be Mr Vanetta.
With — a cane! He was going to
cane her. Her bare bottom Mr Vanet-
ta said.
Joanne is in her dressing gown.
Under it is what Mr Vanetta gave her
to put on: a very brief top, like a lit-
tle vest, and a pair of almost non-
existent bikini pants. The dressing
gown will have to come off when Mr
Vanetta arrives because he said he and the bikini pants. And then he was He couldn’t really do those things,
wanted her in just those other things. going to bend her over the TV set she desperately told herself. He was
Joanne has put the dressing gown on and take the pants down. To her trying to scare her. And succeeding.
in case someone should come. Now. ankles. Then he was going to really Please God...Perhaps he really
Someone other than Mr Vanetta. cane the living daylights out of her. wanted...what Mr Milvern wanted.
Mike perhaps? A sweat-producing With her bare bottom stuck out over Well if he did...she wouldn’t mind
thought. What if for some reason he the TV set. That was what he said, agreeing to that. It wouldn’t be as
came back early? Not that he ever his eyes hot on her, in the shop. bad as what he had said. The can-
has, not on any of those afternoons And when he had had enough like ing...Anything would be better.
when she was sitting on Mr Milvern’s that with her knickers down round The door bell rang...
lap. But...it is a though almost as bad her ankles he was going to take them Joanne had to go and open it. Take
as the thought of the cane. off completely. And make her open her dressing gown off and go and
He won’t really cane her. Will he? her legs as wide as she could. And open it. Her eyes darted frantically
Mr Vanetta might merely have been anything else...he wanted to really round the room. The TV set in the
trying to scare her. Telling her exact- teach her a lesson, Mr Vanetta said. corner. And outside the door. Mr
ly what he was going to do like that. One that she wouldn’t want to forget Vanetta. Carrying under his arm, or
He wanted her in just the little top in a hurry. under his coat...
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Ap a
ear Sir,
You have just reached a new
peak with New Supplement 23,
restoring the standards that were be-
ing achieved a couple of years ago.
Like most of your readers I love In-
stitutional stories, with girls in
uniform being disciplined severely
rather than the wishy washy wild
fantasy domestic spanking scenes
that have dominated your publica-
tions for the last couple of years. The
best you did a long time ago with the
story of the girl who was given a
severe 18 stroke caning, in error, for
having drugs.

The latest Supplement at last gets

back to reality in using a whipping
frame for Bryony and the Institu-
tional whipping horse for Sharon.
No girl could withstand severe In-
stitutional thrashings, meant to really
hurt, without being properly posi-
tioned across a suitable support.
Tables, desks, stools and the backs
of chairs are all very well and have
been used regularly over the ages,
but true Institutional beatings require
a proper whipping horse. Your best
editions from way back were the
ones in which you featured the two
girls in thin cotton shorts being
severely caned across the wooden
whipping horse and doused with
water at intervals. You feature one
flashback to this story with the photo
on pages 2 and 3 of this latest Sup-
plement 23. Then there was the
young cadet from the YTC who had
failed to respond to an 18 stroke can-
ing and was sent to the special cen-
tre for extra discipline, culminating
in more canings across the horse.
Another story which merits a sequel.

The story of Bryony is terrific and

the use of the swing frame to replace
the traditional Russian whipping
frame is most inventive. Please let
us have more stories of Bryony,
especially with her in those 1950
style knickers.

Sharon and her punishments across

the wooden whipping horse are the
best you have ever done. An attrac-
tive girl with a lovely body, beautiful
breasts and an enticing curved bot-
tom. We could even see the cane
weals when she lowered her shorts
and the various positions over the
whipping horse were imaginative.
The only thing which spoiled it was
the pathetic little birch used at the
end of the story. If you go back to
when the birch was used for judicial
punishment in Britain until just after
the war, there were three grades of
birch specified by length, weight and
spread. The heavy birch, used on all
adults over 18 is the one you should
try to produce for your next stories.
This was 48” long, made from six
to eight birch stems, each like a thin
cane about 5 to 10mm in diameter.
They were freshly cut for each
punishment and a green budded rod
cut in the spring was the most effec-
tive, especially after a long soaking
in brine to keep it supple. Punish-
ment with the heavy birch, always
inflicted on the naked buttocks, is
severe, each stroke covering almost
the entire buttock area with great at-
tention given to ensuring that the
swishy ends of the rods strike the
edge of the buttocks.

The cane and leather tawse are still

excellent instruments and have the
advantage that they can be used ef-
fectively over thin cotton or nylon
knickers or shorts if regulations say
that a girl must be punished over
clothed buttocks. There are, of
course, ingenious ways of getting
round this regulation like making
special punishment-wear by cutting
the seat of shorts or knickers so that
the buttocks are left bare when the
girl bends over the horse. The thin
strip of fabric left between the legs
usually rides up into the crack of her
pussy when her legs are spread. Also
please spread-eagle the girl along the
horse from the end, so that her body
lies along the top with her legs
astride, feet touching the feet of the
end triangle. A good position to
stretch the buttocks ready for punish-
ment. The position with the girl on
her back, legs in the air, is fabulous,
but it must be very difficult to main-
tain along the top of the whipping
horse during punishment.

Please keep up the series, with some

more Institutional stories. Pale blue
is a favourite for punishment
knickers, and make them do P.E. in
just knickers and thin singlets which
can then be removed for
punishments.

Yours faithfully,
J.W.S., Middx.
 Dear Sir,

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{ Dots’ which often appears in
your magazine’...
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 6 re you fit, Miss Brayfield? I ed in a double-breasted jacket — but Pen-
wonder. Our German girls ny was not likely to make this point. He
keep their bodies fit but I have was her tutor and at a German universi-
the idea English girls are more slothful. ty a tutor was a very important person;
Am I correct perhaps?’ perhaps even more so for a foreign stu-
Dr Leibnitz spoke good English dent on a short exchange. If her tutor
though with an obvigus accent. He was wasn’t happy with her conduct she could
Head of the Social History Department, simply be sent home, and without any
a large man of perhaps fifty. He did not questions. German universities it seem-
look particularly fit himself — his con- ed were much more authoritarian than
siderable waistline was usually conceal- English ones.
 ‘Uh...I’m reasonably fit,’ was Penny’s
answer. The question had come out of
the blue but it was perhaps sensible to be
cautious. In the one week she had been
here Dr Leibnitz had shown he could
sometimes be querulous and quirky. She
was here in his room to collect her essay.
What had being fit to do with that?
‘Not exactly first rate.’ Dr Leibnitz
was now referring to her work. ‘I can-
not give it a good mark. Miss Brayfield.
And that is why I ask if you are fit. If
a girl is not fit it can affect the supply
of blood to the brain. So that she is not
alert.” Dr Leibnitz tapped her papers.
Fab toh SL aees
‘This work I should say is not of an alert certainly regret it.’
mind.’ There was not much she could do she
Penny shuffled her feet. She was stan- decided after a moment’s reflection. Still
ding at the side of his desk. He hadn’t not able to believe this, Penny lifted her
invited her to sit down in a civilised man- full dark skirt. As bad luck wouid have
ner as would have happened back in it she was wearing nylon stockings and
England. No, she had to stand, to em- a suspender belt. Somehow that made it
phasise her subservient position. What a lot worse than if it had been tights
Dr Leibnitz said was ridiculous — but because stockings and a suspender belt
she wasn’t going to say that, as she were more sexy and the last thing you
wasn’t going to tell him he was a flabby wanted was to be forced to show them
old so-and-so. to Dr Leibnitz. And show her knickers
‘Perhaps we should do something then, too, brief semi-transparent pink nylon
Miss Brayfield. About the fitness. Turn ones, because Dr Leibnitz made her lift
round. Let me see your backside.’ the skirt right up, round her waist. The
A quick flush came to her cheeks — thought of those fishy eyes just a foot or
with the irge to say ‘Get lost!’ and stomp so away from all this made her feel
out. But Penny did neither. Instead after awful. And then ten times worse: his
a moment’s hesitation she turned. hand. Suddenly there at her bottom.
‘Good. And lift your skirt.’ Fingers pinching a handful of tightly-
No. She couldn’t believe it. ‘I...’ she knickered cheek. Penny’s breath hissed
began. out in a shocked gasp.
‘Lift your skirt, Miss. At once! I think ‘As I thought, Miss. It is fat. Too
what we hear and also see on TV is right. much eating I expect. Too much sitting
You English young persons have no down without exercise. And I suspect
discipline. Do what I tell you or you will also too much sex.’ The fingers took a
fresh pinch. ‘Too much of the fucking, ‘Not fit, Miss.’ He jiggled one. ‘So we
Miss Brayfield. Too much of that can must see, Miss, what we can do to get
make a girl heavy and lethargic.’ you fit.’
Penny was speechless. Behind her Dr His face came close to Penny’s. ‘And
Leibnitz was standing up. All at once in if you cannot accept that, Miss Brayfield,
close, with both hands on her bottom. I shall send you home with a report that
His face close to her ear. you are unfortunately unacceptable. Not
‘Are you indulging in too much fuck- working properly and also behaving in
ing, Miss?’ an undisciplined and immoral manner.
She squealed out ‘No!’ It was quite Do you understand, Miss?’
outrageous what Dr Leibnitz was doing Penny didn’t answer. What could she
and saying. Outrageous that he was say? Dr Leibnitz had taken hold of both
holding her half-bare bottom in his two her boobs. His hands were painfully
hands. And saying...her blood was poun- squeezing them through her thin blouse.
ding in her ears. Penny was very close
to tears. * * *

Dr Leibnitz let go and came round in

front. His hand hefted her breasts. They ‘Good, Miss Brayfield. Yes.
were firm and shapely but he repeated, Penny is back in his office only this
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time dressed differently. A white short-
sleeved sports shirt and a very brief
pleated navy skirt. Her legs are bare, her
feet in ankle socks and gym shoes. On
instruction she has obtained these items
from the Sports Department. It is a Satur-
day and the place is deserted — except
for Dr Leibnitz waiting for her. Coming
here she has worn a light coat on top, not
wanting to be seen dressed like this by
anyone she knew — or indeed anyone at
all. Penny has never done any sports and
feels ridiculous. But even more she feels
fear of what Dr Leibnitz might have in
store.
She has knocked and entered, and clos-
ed the door behind her. Penny’s eyes
havea frantic look. For there is im-
mediately good reason to feel fear.
There. On the top of the bureau at the
side, where she cannot fail to see it. A
cane.
Dr Leibnitz can of course see the
direction of her frightened glance. He
goes to pick it up; whips it menacingly
through the air; then replaces it.
“Yes, Miss Brayfield. We may need to
use this instrument. It is excellent for
persuading a girl to greater efforts. Have
you had it before? The cane across your
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bare backside?’
Penny’s face has gone pale. Dr Leib-
nitz can’t cane her. She shakes her head.
Dr-Leibnitz’s eyes run over her. ‘Or
even, Miss, up between the legs. One or
two strokes in that region can rapidly
make a girl jump to it, as you say.’
Penny can feel sweat prickling her
skin. He can’t possibly do that. Dr Leib-
nitz is trying to frighten her. And suc-
ceeding admirably. |
‘But let me see what you can do first,
Miss Brayfield. It could possibly be that
I do not need to resort to the cane. I doubt
it very much but let us begin. Running
first. Stationary running. With the knees
as high as you can get them. Start now,
Miss Brayfield.’
Penny hesitates for just a second but
that is long enough for Dr Leibnitz to
make a move towards the cane. She
begins running on the spot, as best she
can. But Penny is unfortunately not us-
ed to such exercise. Dr Leibnitz has pick-
ed up his cane and almost immediately
he whips it in across one bare calf.
‘Get the knees much higher. That is
like an old grandmother.’
The cane has left a burning sting in
Penny’s leg. She makes a desperate at-
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tempt to get her knees higher but it is vir-

tually impossible. Limbs without_regular
exercise do not have that elasticity. The
cane whips in again. Harder this time.
‘I can’t!’ she squeals.
‘Stop!’ Dr Leibnitz barks. Penny
stops. She is gasping, her chest heaving,
almost collapsing although she has only
been running for a few minutes.
‘Absolutely inadequate.’ Dr Leibnitz’s
eyes have a bulgy look. With annoyance
perhaps or it could be excitement, at
what he is now going to do. ‘We clearly
must use the cane, Miss Brayfield. That
will put some resolve into you.’
“You...can’t cane me...’ The words
gasp out. Penny is in some. sort of
nightmare. A nightmare in which she
knows he is going to cane her.
Dr Leibnitz’s eyes are bulging even
larger. ‘Do not show dissent, Miss. If
you are awkward I can call up Dr
Shrantz, and Herr Mueller. They. will
hold you down. Spread your legs open
for the cane. If you do not wish that
please lower your knickers immediately. ’
It is a nightmare. Penny with a despair-
ing look slides her hands up under the
short skirt. The knickers underneath are
extremely brief white nylon ones. They
come in fact from Dr Leibnitz himself,
to wear with the other things she had to
collect from the Sports Department.
-They are now reluctantly slipped down.
“Take them down to your knees, Miss
Brayfield. And then lift the skirt up. High
up round your waist.’ :
Penny has no alternative but to do it.
She may not be very fit, as her perfor-—
mance thus far has painfully.
demonstrated, but she is certainly not-fat.
Pleasingly rounded one would say. And
it is pleasingly rounded bare flesh that —
she is now forced to display to Dr Leib-
nitz. Thighs. The twin ripe cheeks of her
bottom. The concave curve of her belly
at the base of which is a springy bush of
dark curls. Dr Leibnitz’s staring eyes
drink all this in as the English girl stands
hot-faced before him. He licks-his lips. —
And then gives the order to bend over
the bureau. :
We may surmise that Dr Leibnitz loves
using that cane. A fervent and heady
pleasure. And this English girl -is the
perfect subject of that pleasure. A pret-
ty girl a long way from home, somewhat
lost in her new environment..A pretty,
innocent-faced girl with this lovely, ripe-
ly feminine body which his mind has pic-
tured under her clothes ever since he first
set eyes on her. Ever since he first saw
her he has pictured this: the ripe bottom
offered up before him: And his cane.
Slicing down through the air.

Penny is writhing, gasping, yelping,

twisting her legs, desperately clenching
the cheeks of her stricken bottom. Dr
Leibnitz,-once started, is not at all keen
to stop. Penny is in a nightmare all right.
When finally he does stop and tells
Penny to stand she does not think she
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can. Her legs will buckle underneath her. one — the third altogether — he tells her
Dr Leibnitz is red faced. He has stopped to stand. Penny indicates that she cannot
but he has not finished. The pale eyes are stand. Dr Leibnitz bends and hisses in
really bulging now. Penny is told to take her ear that if she does not stand instant-
her knickers completely off. And kneel ly she will get ten more like the three she
down. has just had. Penny discovers that,
Kneel on the carpet. On hands and somehow, she can get to her feet after
‘knees. Her legs, now unencumbered by all.
the knickers, spread wide. Penny with ‘How does that feel, Miss Brayfield?
her caned bottom humming seems only That gets a girl wide awake, so I am told.
partly aware of what is happening. It is Gets her blood moving nicely. Am I
almost as if it is happening to someone right?’
else. Except for that red-hot pain of Penny cannot speak. If she opens her
course. But she has done as ordered. Is mouth she will certainly be sobbing.
on hands and knees, her head down, her Dr Leibnitz tells her she is now to do
knees spread wide. And Dr Leibnitz is some exercises. Bending and stretching.
standing astride her. Facing her bottom. Penny is to stand with her legs wide
He is saying something. And then... apart. And to ensure compliance there is
The cane. It has come stingingly that cane. That unbelievable cane.
down...She crumples up. ‘Get them wide apart, Miss. Unless —
The pain is impossible. Dr Leibnitz is you want the cane up between your legs
hauling her back up again. “Get up, Miss again.’
Brayfield. One is not enough. We must The cane comes out. Between her
have one more. Or perhaps two. You parted legs. It taps upwards, where Pen-
must properly feel the pain and one is not ny’s legs join. Not hard, but enough to
sufficient.’ bring a tremulous gasp.
There are two more, not one. Exactly ‘Wider, Miss Brayfield. Come on
like the first. Each time Penny collapses please. What you have had so far is
onto her face on the carpet but Dr Leib- nothing. We are only just starting.’
nitz hauls her up again. After the second
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 LERLERS
ear Blushes,
I have just bought “Blushes
35’. Having opened it page three hit
me! Not many of even your superb
magazines has had that reaction so
in attendance we also like him out
of shots like page 3. Yet he’s OK in
the page 62 and 63 shots. But here
is the ‘rub’ as Will said.
would sunbathe in her secluded
garden. She put on her tiniest white
bikini and stretched out on a blanket.
Unfortunately the garden wasn’t
quite as secluded as she had thought.
By rearranging the furniture and
wedging back the curtains the
Blushes reader was able to position
himself in such a way as to obtain
early in its content. That 62-63 shot would have been a restricted viewing angle.
perfect without the bed in the way
Where did you get Caroline? She full and worse still, there’s a damn great The sun shone down on sexy-
frontal is the ultimate. Not only a crease up her middle (almost). So its bottom’s golden thighs as she lay on
superb body but marvellusly posed not only spoilt the picture but no her back. The tight pouch of the
(so far) for Join the Dots. That old good for cut out for our scrap-book. lower half of her bikini became the
wash stand with its towel racks at the Please don’t print on two pages at focus of the Blushes reader’s eyes.
ends is perfect for added restraint. once unless its a centre spread.
But what a figure and full pussy. Please turn the same girl round and Shortly, sexy-bottom decided to turn
bent forward, towards the same over. Stealthily the Blushes reader
Later on the Cecily and Tania se- washstand and in future issues with withdrew from the window. He fet-
quences are amongst some of your the arms spread and the hands at the ched his camera, fitted the zoom lens
best ever. Not perhaps quite your ends of the stand (lovely). Perhaps and took up position again. The long
best ever issue but thanks to Caroline its just that when the models are lens pointed with phallic menace at
definately in the top six. Its a pity CP wide open you leave yourselves the sun-warmed bum. The camera
mags are not awarded Oscars in a ‘wide open’ is it? was primed. Sexy-bottom’s sexy
festival such as films have every year bottom was captured on film.
because not only do you and all your I have been a little disappointed with
staff and models deserve an award, your last two Supplement and This is what the Blushes reader
but in my opinion since you started Uniform Girls but this Issue 35 would like to do to sexy-bottom.
publishing Blushes you would have makes up for them. I always spread She’s a tall blonde, perfectly propor-
swept the board every year. the word around as to how good tioned, friendly and out-going but
Blushes is. The copies seem to go with a slightly prim nature. How
The funny thing is that even in pretty quick in Cardiff mind. There delicious it would be to have her
straight forward poses such as one is only one shop I can find selling available in that tiny bikini, to per-
might call Caroline’s on page 3 of them however. You deserve to sell form every unpleasant, menial task
mag 35, you murder even the so call- a million and I hope sales are good that the Blushes reader could devise.
ed straight girls mags. I’ve bought because if you ever went out of cir-
most of the rubbish in the past. (Not culation — well its too awful to Imagine her on all fours scrubbing
any more mind!) Open legs shots, contemplate. a filthy cellar floor with a nail brush.
big tit shots, even bum shots (not in The trim, taut bottom gradually
the right position though). None of Incidentally, I don’t write regularly emerges as the bikini bottom creeps
these nude girly mags who are sup- to see myself in print but because I up as a result of her exertions. And
posed to specialise can hold a can- want to help your mag in a small they must be vigorous exertions, for
dle in sex arousal for men to a sim- way with suggestions etc. that may whenever she shows the slightest
ple shot in yours like Caroline on increase your circulation and sign of easing off the Blushes reader
page three. because my friends and IJ are really brings his size 11 gym-shoe thwack-
grateful for the marvellous service ing down on exposed bum-flesh.
But then its the arms position that you give to society on at least a large Scarlet imprints decorate her smooth
does it isn’t it? section I hope. nates and thighs, and so many tears
dribble onto the grimy flagstones
Well I’ve praised you and you Best wishes to all. that she hardly needs to dip the brush
deserve it. Now I’ll point out what B Young and Friends. in the soapy water any more.
disappoints me. I know you have to
be fairly careful as to where you Even after two hours of this treat-
should draw the line and how far you To the Editor of Blushes ment little impression has been made
can chance it. There is a general hue on the dirt-encrusted floor. The
and cry from do-gooders these days. (Enclosure: four slides taken by and Blushes reader has temporarily left,
Usually their nosey parker efforts property of author — full permission but now he returns, carrying the
have the reverse effect. You do do is granted for their reproduction). large floor-scrubbing brush that is
a good job, without making it too ob- really needed for such a tough job.
vius to the sexless morons. So this A TALE OF TWO BOTTOMS Has he taken pity on sexy-bottom?
is not really criticism but rather I’m
pointing out things that would turn Once upon a time there were two Not a bit of it. Kneeling beside the
us out here on even more. bottoms, sexy-bottom and big- snivelling young lady he roughly
bottom. Both were girl-bottoms and takes hold of her long blonde hair,
That lovely page 3 was great, but a they lived within camera range of a at present loosely tied back. To her
from the back shot in addition would Blushes reader, who had found re- sudden surprised he plunges her
be nice and its difficult to get her feet cent correspondence concerning pretty face into the dark, filthy
in the picture (legs apart we hope); ‘adoptions’ highly stimulating. water. Four seconds later he pulls
well another smaller shot again in her head out. She splutters, gasps,
addition but not as small as you have One day the sun shone brightly and chokes, water pours off her — dirt
done. And while we like the bloke warmly. Sexy-bottom decided she is in her nose, dirt in her mouth,

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soap in her eyes — then he sploshes
her face back into the foul bucket.
Sexy-bottom’s reddened backside is
After five or six such immersions he bared. The Blushes reader grabs the
tires of this game and simply tips the scrubbing brush and immediately When the bottom is literally glow-
soiled water over her head. Leaving drives the stiff bristles against the ing and sexy-bottom has collapsed
her on all fours with the bucket over naked cheeks. Hard, fierce brushing on the floor in paroxysms of distress,
her head he abruptly plunges his has her howling in seconds. the Blushes reader tosses aside the
hand into the waist-elastic and strips Sideways scrubbing wrenches her brush. Calmly he begins to unfasten
down the bikini pants. bottom apart, exposing every in- his trousers.
timate secret.
She, and you, can probably imagine
what comes next. Look at her bot-
tom in the enclosed photos. Imagine
 spanking it. Imagine taking up posi- tasks around the Blushes reader’s picture on page 14 with poor
tion between those long mellow herbacious borders. A common sight Verushka being forced to do a
thighs, pushing aside the bikini through the french windows, as the handstand, her vest falling down to
crotch and sinking into her. reader takes tea with his friends, is reveal her naked breasts over which
the shimmering bareness of big- a cane hovered menacingly.
Now to big-bottom. This is her bottom as she pulls out weeds with
story. Less keen on sunbathing, big- her teeth. The rain washes down Then came Uniform Girls 20! A
bottom was a _ conscientious across her punished buttocks. brilliant issue, particularly the three
gardener. On the afternoon in ques- stories ‘Harsh Reality’, ‘The Punish-
tion she had been weeding, and had The enclosed photographs are ge- ment Fits the Crime’ and ‘Harsh
been wearing red shorts which gave nuine ‘voyeuristic’ snaps of unknow- Discipline’ about the misfortunes of
the Blushes reader a quite scandalous ing girls well-known to me. They Jennifer portrayed by your charm-
eyeful of bulging arse above and were taken at some risk, so I hope ing model. These were really
below. So enraptured was he, and so you will forgive the technical short- delightful. Again the emphasis was
engrossed, that he neglected to fetch comings. It would give me great on humiliation and the pictures with
his camera until the evening shadows pleasure to have complete mastery ‘Punishment Fits the Crime’
had fallen, the temperature had drop- over both these bottoms, to isolate Beautiful! The braces disappearing
ped, and big-bottom had changed in- the girls from every form of comfort between Jenny’s legs and emerging
to jeans. and to make their lives a constant from her buttock cleft was highly
round of humiliation § and alluring, and the cutting away of her
This time circumstances prevented punishment. tee-shirt to reveal those pretty tits
him from taking steady aim, and in peeking through was perfect.
the failing light the resultant pictures I trust you will find them suitable for Reminiscent of your famous story in
were a little blurred as befits stolen reproduction and that these photos Whispers, of course, and to my
glances. will inspire similar candid shots from delight on the front and back inside
other readers. Your magazine is do- covers you reprinted some pictures
The jeans can be seen attempting to ing what we have waited a long time of that story and the most beautiful
contain a plump and wobby arse that for — treating pretty girls with the pair of tits to appear in your mags.
is made for stringent discipline — hostility they deserve. What I would like to do to them!
this girl has nothing of the shapely A Blushes Reader
elegance of sexy-bottom, but she has Next came Blushes 35. Could the
the sort of curvy attributes that make trend continue? Yes indeed! One of
you long to get to work on her. ear Blushes, your most mouth-watering issues to
Congratulations! At last! After date. Again it was in the four-part
In this case the Blushes reader would a period in the doldrums your story ‘The Taming of Tania’ that
require the maximum physical effort publications have recently showed came up trumps. No space is wasted
from the overweight dolly. Her day signs of returning to their im- on explanations: it is full of humilia-
would be one long round of tread- aginative, stimulating and daring tion and punishment, expertly writ-
mills, exercise bicycles, PE, cross- issues of the past. ten. Several of its themes have been
country, aerobics, stone breaking, suggested by readers in recent issues
carrying heavy bags of cement, etc, The first signs were in Blushes 34, such as the use of the hot-water bot-
with frequent short breaks in which with its nicely-written ‘Join the Dots’ tle and the taunting of the girl about
she would be made to eat masses of and beautifully photographed model. the inadequacies of her breasts
doughnuts; the Blushes reader The positioning of the girl in front (though personally I thought they
doesn’t actually want her to become of the radiator, though not mention- were quite delightful!) This was cer-
slim and fit, he just wants to see her ed in the text, was a nice touch. Also tainly the best series of stories you
struggling to achieve that object. in that issue was ‘Art for Art’s have produced for quite some time
Sake’, again nicely written, with if not ever.
All the time he will be in attendance, severity hinted at and humiliation to
helping her to maintain concentra- the forefront. The story is a model Could I suggest the following for a
tion by whipping a three-foot cane of what writing in your magazines story? A girl is stripped and obliged
across her wobbling bum. Big- should be like: plenty of space to take a cold shower or is hosed
bottom will wear just a short tee-shirt devoted to the punishment and down perhaps with a high-pressure
for these activities, leaving her tits humiliation side of the story and less hose. Instead of being dried in the
unsupported and her chubby rump space devoted to long-winded and conventional way with a towel why
unprotected. unlikely explanations as to how the not use a hair dryer? My machine
victim has come to be in her predica- has 2 settings: 600w and 1200w. I
As the days pass the weals amass on ment. (The single illustration was have carried out some tests and on
her heavy, fat cheeks as they are very nice too!). the lower setting at a distance of a
caned at frequent intervals. few inches some moderate discom-
Next came Supplement 22: not quite fort can be caused but turned on high
During doughnut-breaks big-bottom so successful but some nice ideas. the effect is more startling, and if us-
will be required to sit on coconut The text to ‘An English Rose’ didn’t ed in short bursts would have a
matting. When the Blushes reader really live up to the interesting pic- similar purpose as the hot water bot-
feels so inclined he will make her tures. However the Comrade tle in your story. The hot air could
squirm her poor bum-cheeks against Verushka story was more daring be directed over buttocks, thighs,
the prickly matting and aggravate the than your recent slightly pedestrian breasts and perhaps other sensitive
incredible soreness. efforts: again the severity of the areas!
punishment was implied rather than
Since big-bottom is so fond of described but this can be just as Keep up the good work.
gardening she can perform various stimulating. I liked particularly the J.B., Welling, Kent

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