A 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 A bug on the wall

Uncle loses his patience

Right Trent, this is what’s going to happen. You are going to take down those pyjama bottoms and bend over my knee. I’ve warned you often enough. Ever since we took you in you’ve been nothing but trouble. Now, you’ve left your aunt in tears with your rudeness. I will not stand for it. I … Continue reading Uncle loses his patience

The performance review

Lucas Hodges stood rooted. He wanted to get his legs to move, but they would not obey the command from his brain. He knew he must submit to his boss; not to do so would be unthinkable. The wretched man had complete control over him. Lucas was powerless. He must do what Mr Riley wanted; … Continue reading The performance review

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

The rent collector

The first thing you need to do is drop the attitude. You are in deep trouble, and you know it. You must have thought I was joking when I said I’d spank you if you didn’t come up with the rent. Well, you owe four weeks now, so you’d better start handing it over. Haven’t … Continue reading The rent collector

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?

St Francis Independent Grammar School: Snowballs

Dr Henderson-Smith the headmaster was at his most self-important. Five hundred schoolboys sat in rapt attention. The headmaster, dressed in a rather old-fashioned academic gown, berated his boys. He was a commanding figure, tall, grim, stiff as a ram-rod. His white moustache bristled and his knitted white brows frowned. The headmaster had centre stage and … Continue reading St Francis Independent Grammar School: Snowballs

A little word

Come in Adam. Stand there. I want a little word. These exam results are atrocious. Terrible. Even worse than last time. Look here: F-s in three subjects. D-s in two others. What on earth is going on? You need to spend less time working out in the gym and more time in the library studying, … Continue reading A little word

Rory and Alistair Ep 2. The Junior Schoolmaster

Rory and Alistair could never conform to boarding school life. The eighteen year olds were oddities at Willadong Academy. They were required to dress like juniors and would remain in short trousers until the day they left school. They had one other characteristic that distinguished them: they were madly in lust with one another. Alexander … Continue reading Rory and Alistair Ep 2. The Junior Schoolmaster

The tenants and the headmaster

It was a big disadvantage if the landlord of your apartment was also a headmaster at a local school, as Dick and his pal Sam were to discover. Mr Dunn was a kind-hearted and charitable man; he let out the apartment through a charity called Helping Hand which looked after kids once they became too … Continue reading The tenants and the headmaster