A Punch in the Face

A St Francis Independent Grammar School story. Click here for the full series.   Christopher could feel a searing pain in his knuckle as he crushed it into the face of the opposing team’s centre-half. Blood poured from the schoolboy’s nose as in agony he sank to his knees. His piercing scream drowned the shrill … Continue reading A Punch in the Face

The Pub Visit

It was six o’clock in the evening as Jim and his friends from work settled down for their second pint of beer in the pub. He glanced at the clock behind the bar; it was getting dangerously late. If Jim wasn’t careful his father would arrive home first and discover the young man was not … Continue reading The Pub Visit

Illegal drinking

“Alright Charlie, this is the second time in two or three weeks that you have been caught drinking alcohol and you got a spanking the last time and obviously it was not enough.” We were in the kitchen and dad was mad as hell. In his hand he held a wooden paddle. “So, this time … Continue reading Illegal drinking

The Rooming House

Roger stared at the ceiling. It was a freezing cold night but he was snug and warm under the blankets. Cautiously he ran his fingers across the welts that criss-crossed his buttocks. The pain had gone now, but one or two were still tender when he touched them. Perce, his boyfriend, lay by Roger’s side, … Continue reading The Rooming House

Footballer’s Hairbrush Treatment

The new Chief Coach knew what he would do if he could have his way. A so-called top class footballer smoking cigarettes. What was the boy thinking? And, he still was a boy. Chief Coach Herbertsen had only recently been appointed to lead one of the best-known football clubs in the world and he was … Continue reading Footballer’s Hairbrush Treatment

Pyjama Bottoms Down. Bend Over

I was sitting in my oak-panelled study waiting for Tomkins of the Sixth to report to me. He didn’t know it yet, but I was going to give him twelve on the bare. He needed to learn a lesson and I was the one to teach it. I luxuriated in my armchair reading the evening … Continue reading Pyjama Bottoms Down. Bend Over

The Military Camp

Lieutenant-Colonel Toby Masterton looked the boy straight in the eyes. “Your behaviour has been contrary to good military discipline. You will now drop your trousers, bend over and touch your toes.” Eighteen-year-old Sapper Alan Barrett had been returning his commander’s stare impassively; but now his eyes sparkled as the seriousness of the situation sank in. … Continue reading The Military Camp

The Junior Salesman

The twenty-year-old junior salesman slowly unclasped his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. He pushed them over his hips and let go. From there they slithered slowly down his legs. A breeze from the nearby open window brushed against his naked legs as he awaited the next command. Tyler looked over at his boss; in his … Continue reading The Junior Salesman

Making the Grade

  “Look at these grades. I’ve failed psychology.” Randy Caulfield was despondent. He pushed the printed transcript across the table to his friend Seth. The nineteen-year-old student studied the paper carefully, as if a careful examination might change the ‘F’ into a pass. He took a long pull on his iced cola, “What are you … Continue reading Making the Grade

Put Back Into Short Trousers

  Joe crossed the road to his neighbour’s house, walked up the garden path and rang the doorbell. As he waited for the door to be opened he idly looked through the bay window into the living room. There seated at the dining table he saw Aaron, the neighbour’s eighteen-year-old son. He appeared to be … Continue reading Put Back Into Short Trousers