My first spanking — aged 18!

I had just turned eighteen when my granddad took me across his knee to give me my first-ever spanking. He said I needed to be taken down a peg or two. I had been living with him and gran for a few months by then and I had driven the pair of them to distraction. … Continue reading My first spanking — aged 18!

The student’s first caning

“Go and stand by that chair,” the professor instructed the boy as he strode to a desk. The student stood his ground, apprehensively watching as the professor pulled open a drawer and began to fish inside. In no time he pulled out a well-waxed cane and turned to the boy. “I said stand by the … Continue reading The student’s first caning

My beligerent nephew

  I dashed upstairs to the bedroom and, having decided on the appropriate instrument of punishment, fought through the clothes hanging on the rail to find the old, slim, lighter junior cane with its traditional crook handle which had lain unused for several years. This would do the job very well, I knew and I … Continue reading My beligerent nephew

My friend Justin

“What did I say would happen if you scored a B+ in your English essay? What did I say?” “Spanking. You said you’d give me a spanking.” “Yes, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” Justin was the best friend anyone could ever have. We were eighteen years old at the time and had … Continue reading My friend Justin

Home late

An 18-year old schoolboy has been out partying and gets home late and drunk. “But, I’m too old to be spanked,” he wails to his dad. No, he’s not … An exclusive story from Charles Hamilton II uploaded to The Canery site.   Read it here

The sting in the tail

Federico Hernandez shuffled slowly from the elevator, took a left turn, waited for the automatic doors to slide open and headed at a snail’s pace to the professor’s office. It had seemed like a good idea at first. He had thought it through. It would be painful, for sure. Humiliating definitively. But, if the professor … Continue reading The sting in the tail

High school reunion

When I first heard about the 10th anniversary reunion at my old High School I wasn’t interested, until I remembered Mr Sorensen and his goddam paddle. Things went well for me after I graduated. I went to college and qualified as a plumber and worked at that for a couple of years until I got … Continue reading High school reunion

His Eldest Brother

“What did you say?” Ritchie stared at his eldest brother in wide-eyed bewilderment. “You heard. Bend over that settee; I’m going to cane your backside.” And to emphasise the point he wobbled the whippy rattan in front of the eighteen-year-old’s face ….   His Eldest Brother, a brand-new previously unpublished story from Charles Hamilton II, … Continue reading His Eldest Brother

The expenses fiddle

Mr Harkaway shuffled the papers on his desk. Something did not look right. He walked over to the filing cabinet and found last month’s returns. Stupid, stupid, stupid boy! He did not say it out loud as there was nobody in the office to say it to. He had unearthed an expenses fraud. It was … Continue reading The expenses fiddle

The housebreaker

He had spied on the large detached house for some time and was certain it was unoccupied; and rich for the pickings. Making sure he wasn’t seen by anyone in The Avenue he hurried across the road and dodged behind the hedge. Now, hidden from the view of passers-by, he made a beeline for the … Continue reading The housebreaker