Bug on the wall

Come here, I’m going to spank you. Spank me? I’m a bit too old to be spanked, don’t you think? No, what are you? Eighteen? Nineteen. Nineteen is not too old to be spanked. Plenty of nineteen year olds would benefit from a damn good spanking. And, you’re one of them mister. Huh? Go upstairs … Continue reading Bug on the wall

Don’t bully our mum

Barry had just ended the phone call. It was his mum. She was in great distress. She hadn’t stopped crying. It was because of his kid brother Don. Barry paced the room, he could feel the anger rising inside of him. It was his responsibility. He was the man of the house, even though he … Continue reading Don’t bully our mum

COMING SOON: The Spanking Vicar of Aston Budleigh

Meet Rev Crick, the Spanking Vicar of Aston Budleigh; a quaint English village. He rules his three paying guests at the vicarage with a rod of rattan. The university students must be on their best behaviour at all times. Or else. No misbehaving young man is safe from the clergyman as he watches over the … Continue reading COMING SOON: The Spanking Vicar of Aston Budleigh

Two brothers

I should have guessed I was in for a spanking the moment we sat down for breakfast. We were all sat at the table, tucking into the traditional fried English breakfast. “We” were my dad, mum, my twenty-year-old brother, Barry, and me, Michael, an eighteen-year-old schoolboy living in Brocklehurst, a modern “New Town” in England. … Continue reading Two brothers

You can never escape Dad

Under his arm, dad held a long thin cane. It was like nothing Alan had seen before. It wasn’t a length of garden bamboo. It had a curved handle at one end and even in its current lifeless state, it looked extremely whippy. “I got it on eBay,” dad said in response to the quizzical … Continue reading You can never escape Dad

The Private Tutor: 3

A group of lazy eighteen-year-old sixth-form school pupils are in danger of failing their exams. The Private Tutor has been hired to get them back on track. They are mid-way through a special Saturday “revision class.” Part one of the story is here. Part two here.   A hand bell rang from right outside the … Continue reading The Private Tutor: 3

The Private Tutor: 2

A group of lazy eighteen-year-old sixth-form school pupils are in danger of failing their exams. The Private Tutor has been hired to get them back on track. Part one of the story is here.   I was studying hard and I didn’t think there would be any reason for the tutor to spank me again … Continue reading The Private Tutor: 2

The Private Tutor: 1

  “I told your father that I would employ traditional teaching methods,” he said reaching into his canvas bag and withdrawing a wooden paddle. “And, that means corporal punishment.” He rolled the words “corporal punishment” around his mouth with some relish, enjoying every syllable. He held the paddle by the handle and waved it close … Continue reading The Private Tutor: 1

Where’s the paddle, hon?

“Where’s the paddle, hon?” “Sorry?” “The spanking paddle. Where is it? I can’t find it.” “Did you try under the stairs?” “Yes, and in the garage.” Hank Betterman had looked everywhere. And he would look in some more places too. But, he would never find it. It was on the city dump site, where it … Continue reading Where’s the paddle, hon?

When Dad got home

I wait in my red-and-white-striped pyjamas for my father to come home from work. I have been bad-mouthing my mother all day long and now I must pay for it. Eighteen years old or no, I am going to get one heck of a spanking. I lay on my bed for seven o’clock to crawl … Continue reading When Dad got home