Called to Account

Mr Moore turned the corner of the road and stopped. Why the hell was his heart racing. He drew in a lung full of air, conscious of other people in the street. One man wearing a black coat and carrying a furled umbrella eyed him suspiciously. “Oh for pity’s sake, man what’s the matter with … Continue reading Called to Account

The Country Club

His name was Arthur, but I didn’t discover that until much later. It was a hot day in midsummer. Arthur wore the smallest and tightest shorts, pale yellow with dots; like ones you would wear to the beach. His smooth tanned body glistened with sweat. His blond, shaggy hair was drenched. I watched the muscles … Continue reading The Country Club

Uncle Jack

Uncle Jack fumbled with his key, his anger had not calmed. Never in his whole life had he felt to humiliated. All his friends, the neighbours too would be laughing behind his back. At the third attempt his key entered the lock, he turned it and in a rage pushed against the door. It flew … Continue reading Uncle Jack

The Clumsy Waiter

Conversation had stopped among the diners at The Three Fishers. Even those who had missed the spilling of the wine, and the outraged protest by Col. JEB Charleigh, the district’s chief magistrate, had finally been distracted by the unmistakeable sound of a spanking in progress. It was only Jake Wiltshire’s second week as a waiter, … Continue reading The Clumsy Waiter

A Short, Sharp Lesson

The professor leaned forward in his chair and eyed the young student standing before him disdainfully. “So Rashford, you did not attend my seminar. Can you tell me why?” Rashford blustered. “Well, err.” He was speechless because there really was nothing he could say. Nothing that would save him from his present predicament. He had … Continue reading A Short, Sharp Lesson

The Moped Gang

By Charles Hamilton II and Cayenne. The headmaster leaned forward in his chair, rested his arms on his desk, clasped his hands together and stared intently at the five sixth-formers standing before him.  His unkempt moustache bristled as he sneered, “Well, well, well, Gentlemen, welcome! I seem to have convened an impromptu meeting of the … Continue reading The Moped Gang

Fake News #13

  Residents welcome new ‘adult school’ EXCLUSIVE Brocklehurst Bugle Residents in a leafy suburb of Brocklehurst have welcomed an “adult school” that has just opened in their street. It is the brainchild of a 65-year-old retired civil servant who calls himself “Mr. Quelch” after the schoolmaster in the famous Billy Bunter stories. He has built … Continue reading Fake News #13

A ritual played out

You walk slowly across the quadrangle, hands defiantly dug deep into trouser pockets. You are taking your time. The summons was for four o’clock. You won’t be late, but you have no desire to arrive early. A cold breeze bites. The snow has turned to slush beneath your feet. You enter the building. Legend has … Continue reading A ritual played out

Dreams of spanking

Dean lays on his bed staring at the erect cock stretching the front of his cotton underpants. It happens every morning. Regular as clockwork. As day follows night. He dreams of spanking. He has never been spanked. The cane was abolished at school years ago and dads generally don’t take the belt to their sons, … Continue reading Dreams of spanking

An old English custom

He stared through the window at the garden below. Rain drops fell plip-plop against the sill. It seemed it had rained the whole summer. English weather. He must go downstairs for breakfast. Arriving late for meals had consequences. He had learned that quickly. When he turned eighteen he was taken from his prestigious school and … Continue reading An old English custom