The Prodigal Son

Mr Craddock slumped in front of the television set watching the horse racing. A newspaper open at the racing cards was at his feet. Nearby was a mug of steaming tea. He gripped a half-eaten bacon sandwich. He was in his element. A peaceful Saturday afternoon. What could be better? Then, his wife entered the … Continue reading The Prodigal Son

Duncan and Uncle Henry

Duncan wheeled his bicycle up the pathway of No. 17 The Avenue. He let himself in and parked the bike in the hallway. “Duncan!” It was his Uncle Henry and he sounded angry. Duncan had expected this. He was twenty-two years old and in his final year at university. Things were not going well. His … Continue reading Duncan and Uncle Henry

Winker Wilson’s visit

Mr Walter “Winker” Wilson exited the London Underground station and blinked in the early evening sunlight. It was September and the weather could not decide if it was yet autumn. A gusty breeze welcomed him as he joined the crowds on the High Street. It was not cold enough for an overcoat, but he had … Continue reading Winker Wilson’s visit

Caught in the act

ADVISORY: This  tale is a little darker than the ones I usually tell – Charles Mitch’s head pounded and his throat hurt but at least the room had stopped spinning. Who was the beautiful naked boy in bed beside him? He had a name. Tim? Jim? He couldn’t remember. He was sure it was something … Continue reading Caught in the act

Warren’s awakening

Warren Hunter looked out the bedroom window anxiously. Any moment now his uncle would call him down to the sitting room. It would be a spanking for sure. He couldn’t complain. He knew he deserved everything that was coming to him. Warren was in turmoil. He was so ashamed. How had things come to this? … Continue reading Warren’s awakening

The headmaster’s guests

The headmaster and his two guests sat drinking tea in his study. The meeting looked to be a success. They had toured the school and they both seemed very impressed. Perhaps a deal was imminent. There was a tap on the door. Blast, the headmaster silently cursed. He had forgotten all about Thompson. “Excuse me, … Continue reading The headmaster’s guests

A snapshot from my Mind’s Eye

This isn’t a real photograph, it’s a snapshot from my Mind’s Eye. A memory I can see in my head of something that really happened, quite a long time ago. The boy with his pyjama bottoms at his knees and his bare bum pointing at the ceiling is my cousin Mark. He’s over the knees … Continue reading A snapshot from my Mind’s Eye

Caught in their underpants

Mr West was in for a shock when he opened the front door to his house. Discarded on the floor was a white school shirt, obviously belonging to his eighteen-year-old son. Further inside was a green-and-yellow striped tie, this time abandoned across the back of a chair. A pair of grey trousers lay in the … Continue reading Caught in their underpants

Commander Reynolds’ boarding house

Commander Albert Reynolds, RN (retd.) turned the volume of his wireless down low and sat back in his comfortable chair. The boys had given him a strange proposition but he was not sure he should have turned them down. He pressed his fingers together, pursed his lips and closed his eyes, allowing the sound of … Continue reading Commander Reynolds’ boarding house

What strange times they were

“Take down your trousers,” he rasped. “Underpants too.” I shuffled uncomfortably. The room was cool, even though outside it was a fine spring afternoon. “Bend over my knee,” the vicar scrunched a large leather-soled bedroom slipper in his right fist. He wriggled his buttocks on the worn wooden armless chair and parted his legs a … Continue reading What strange times they were