Late at the office

Josef pushed his cleaning cart through the large open plan office. It was close to eight in the evening, he expected the place to be deserted. Josef did not like his job. It was boring and he felt exploited by the international accounting conglomerate. They made millions in profit each year, but he was on … Continue reading Late at the office

Stand there. Trousers down, lad

“Stand there. Yes, just there. Trousers down, lad. Right down. All the way. To the ankles.” I did as I was told. We did in those days. Eighteen years old and in the headmaster’s study. This wasn’t the first time, but it would be the last. The exams were the following month and then I … Continue reading Stand there. Trousers down, lad

The military kid

Nicholas Pierce was out of control. He needed to be reined in. Someone would surely get killed if he wasn’t stopped. Joan and Pete Willis looked out of their bedroom window to the suburban street below. Parked outside the house opposite was a brand new sports car with its nearside light caved in and a … Continue reading The military kid

Home late

“C’mon dad, is this really necessary?” Matthew’s query only got a grunt from dad as he continued to unbuckle and remove his brown leather belt. “I’m way too old for this dad.” “What do you expect? You come home drunk in the middle of the night waking the whole neighbourhood.” “I didn’t wake the neighbours.” … Continue reading Home late

The old ways were the best

My wife was aghast when I told her. Genuinely shocked. She couldn’t believe it; wouldn’t believe it. She snorted at first. Just like a pig. If she had been drinking she would have spat water across the room, it was so fierce. It was her way of laughing. She thought I was kidding her. Making … Continue reading The old ways were the best

The political intern

There are many ways to get ahead in politics, but I bet you didn’t realise one of them was to take a few bare-bottom spankings. It happened to me one summer in the 1980s when I was an Intern for, well actually I don’t want to tell you his real name. If I did, you’d … Continue reading The political intern

The Young Conservative

Colonel Wolstenholme’s three chins rested on his chest. He had dined rather too well and the hall was hot. Speaker after speaker droned on and on. He had to keep awake. It was his duty; he was a judge in the Brocklehurst Young Conservatives’ public-speaking competition. The final entrant was on the platform. Tom Wheeler … Continue reading The Young Conservative