The older man

It pays to be honest, I’ve always believed that. I always knew I was gay and I was open about it at university. I also knew I desperately wanted to be spanked by a much older man. I told some of my pals this one night when we were in a bar. “I’ll spank you,” … Continue reading The older man

Beach bum

Hank stared forlornly through the great plate window at the valley below. A mist heat was rising. It must be at least one-hundred-and-ten in the shade. The room was freezing; air-con does that. He shivered. Part cold. Part fear. He had been such a damn idiot. He had a great thing going. Now, it was … Continue reading Beach bum

Squirt: A spanking love story

It was probably the most inappropriate relationship in the history of sex. I was thirty when we first met, he was eighteen. I lusted after him: always. He loved me. We first met at the Svengali Club. He hit on me and I wasn’t about to pass up the chance of some Spring Chicken. Squirt … Continue reading Squirt: A spanking love story

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

Seasonal spankings – compilation

Picture credit: Joe Phillips Tis the season of goodwill to all men, but not necessarily all boys. Santa has his list of who’s been naughty and who’s been nice. Expect a few sore bottoms before the holiday is over. Here are a selection of my stories from Christmases past for you to enjoy for the … Continue reading Seasonal spankings – compilation

Step-son home for the holiday

“No, I’m not having him here again for Christmas, not after last year. I don’t want an argument about it.” Martin’s face coloured. It did this when he was angry. Diana knew he meant it. It would take a lot to get him to change his mind. “But he’s my son,” she said. “We can’t … Continue reading Step-son home for the holiday

His first time

SWISH!! The cane fell in a blurred arc on the firm, pert naked cheeks raised high over the edge of the bed. It only took a second for a thin white stripe to change to a vivid scarlet welt. Air escaped through Michael’s clenched teeth; it sounded like a steam engine settling down. It was … Continue reading His first time

A summer to remember

I first developed my taste for spanking when I was eighteen and very keen on hill climbing. During the summer holiday between school and university I would go out every day on the Downs just outside Brocklehurst where I lived. As luck would have it is was on one of these outings that I met … Continue reading A summer to remember

Suddenly one summer

The house was deserted and so it seemed was the entire street. The middle of the day in the middle of the week in the middle of summer in the middle of suburbia. Not a soul stirred. I was bored out of my skull. I had finished school and was waiting for my exam results. … Continue reading Suddenly one summer

A startling conversation

Tom peered across at his roommate stretched out on the bed opposite. “Have you ever been spanked?” Jake stared up at the swirling ceiling, “What do you mean?” “What do I mean? Spanked.” “What like …” he trailed off, unable to think of an example. “Like, come here you naughty boy, bend over my knee. … Continue reading A startling conversation