Suddenly one summer

Stewart was a nervous young man, shy and secretive. He was academically bright and was on his way to university. But that was months away and now he was still stuck at his parents’ home. For just about the first time that summer the sun was out and it was scorching. It was too hot … Continue reading Suddenly one summer

My houseboy Nate

I drive to my home in the rich suburbs every evening after work. It’s a large house, with a pool and an acre of so of land. It’s just like every other house in the street. There must be hundreds of thousands of houses like mine across the country. Neat lawns, televisions flickering in the … Continue reading My houseboy Nate

First time for both of them

“Go to the cupboard under the stairs, fetch the cane and bring it to the kitchen.” Leo’s father glared, “And be quick about it.” Without hesitation – it would never have entered Leo’s head to disobey his father – but with heart thumping, the eighteen-year-old shuffled from the room. Moments later he handed over the … Continue reading First time for both of them

Damien’s mid-term results

Damien sat waiting at the dining room table nursing an empty coffee mug in his hands. Waiting. Waiting for dad. Dad said he wanted “A little word.” He thought he knew what that word was. Damien was off to university for the first time that weekend. He hoped dad didn’t want to tell him about … Continue reading Damien’s mid-term results

Drinking in the park

I’m burning up. The room’s spinning. I’m soaking the bedsheets with sweat. It’s some kind of fever. God, I hope it’s not coronavirus. My head’s pounding. I see these visions. Are they hallucinations? What’s going on? No, not hallucinations. They’re memories. Well, one memory really, Playing in my head over and over again. What is … Continue reading Drinking in the park

By order of the court

Mr Creswell paced the length of his front room; it wasn’t a big room and it didn’t take him more than five steps to get from one side to the other. Anxiously he looked at his watch: it was nearly time they should arrive any minute now. Upstairs in his bedroom his eighteen-year-old son waited, … Continue reading By order of the court

Tears before spanking

“No, uncle, no please. I will be good I promise.” Baz covered his mouth with the back of his hand, his unruly long fair hair flopped over his eyes. His shoulders heaved. “Please don’t. Please don’t” Was he really crying? He held his head low, I couldn’t get  a proper look at his face. “No, … Continue reading Tears before spanking

Alexander’s little secret

I got in from work just after 6 p.m. and the house seemed deserted. I knew my wife was at her evening class, but I expected my eighteen-year-old son Alex to be around somewhere. I entered the lounge and there he was sprawled out on his back on the sofa, plugged into his Tablet. He … Continue reading Alexander’s little secret

Still spanked by dad aged 25

Twenty-five-year-old Alistair McAndrew fumbled with the buckle of his belt before loosening it; then he released the two clasps at the top of his cream chino trousers. Once the zipper was down they fell to his knees. He lifted his shirt away from his buttocks and carefully lowered himself over the back of the couch. … Continue reading Still spanked by dad aged 25

Put back in short trousers, aged 18

I have my own key so I can let myself into the house. I am late home from school. I’ve been in detention. I hope granddad doesn’t find out. He said the next time he took me across his knee I’d have my trousers at my ankles. It’s five-thirty and he isn’t due back from … Continue reading Put back in short trousers, aged 18