The hotel room

The room is stale, airless, but we don’t open the window. Mr. Brown doesn’t want people in the street below to hear us. He has something special planned. He closes and then locks the door. His privacy is valuable to him. We are at The Three Fishers Hotel. It is easy to get the room. … Continue reading The hotel room

The debut

Lars clutched his savaged buttocks. The warm water of the shower turned crimson as it washed over his throbbing arse. He knew the other guys were watching him to see how he would react. He hopped from one foot to the other, rubbing his bum. He gave them a show. They couldn’t see his smile. … Continue reading The debut

The Boss’s Son

I had to stand there in the office and listen when dad told Mr. Furlong, “If he’s any trouble. Any trouble at all. I want you to take him across your knee and spank his backside for him. Hard.” Mr. Furlong’s face lit up and he cracked a broad smile. “I’m not joking, man,” my … Continue reading The Boss’s Son

The boy in the street

  I cannot deny it, every time I saw the boy my cock stiffened. It was like I was fifteen again. Fifteen. Jesus, I’ve got grandchildren older than fifteen. The first time was in the street near my house. He was walking toward me oblivious to the world around him. He had those things in … Continue reading The boy in the street

The Brocklehurst crammer

Terry, Damien and Harry stood nonchalantly in front of the principal’s desk. The eighteen year olds had never met each other before, but they all had one important thing in common. They had all failed their school A-level exams and their irate fathers were paying a large fee to send them to Brocklehurst College. The … Continue reading The Brocklehurst crammer

The bully

Burley the sixth-former towered over the cowering junior, a cricket stump raised at shoulder height. “Lick ’em; lick ’em clean,” he sneered. The small, trembling boy knelt forward. Tears welled as he poked out his tongue and started to wash the bully’s shoes. … “You have got to do something about Burley. The way he … Continue reading The bully

Tyrone misses curfew

Tyrone knew what he was required to do. He walked across the living room and picked up the slipper from the shelf under the television set. He turned and handed it to his dad. Dad had taken one of the chairs tucked under the dining table and plonked it in the very centre of the … Continue reading Tyrone misses curfew

Remembering the spanking vicar

My new pal Ian was dressed in a white singlet and tight red football shorts. He was bent across the back of a straight-backed wooden chair. I had the perfect view of his muscular buttocks as Rev. Jones whacked what looked like a block of wood into them with some vigour. The teenager winced each … Continue reading Remembering the spanking vicar

Saving souls

Ken and John are always docile when the time comes for me to punish them. That’s just as well really because there are after all two of them. If they wanted to make things difficult they undoubtedly could. Actually, let’s face it, if there were only one of them and it came to a fight … Continue reading Saving souls

Dad’s revenge

Harry Taylor barged his way through the crowds towards his train. Evening rush hour did nothing to improve his temper. He had been seething all afternoon since he got the phone call from his wife. There would be hell to pay when he got home. He couldn’t get a seat on the train (of course) … Continue reading Dad’s revenge