Tales from the Study 1: St. FIGS

St Francis Independent Grammar School St FIGS is a traditional school – traditional curriculum; traditional sports; traditional uniform and traditional discipline. Meet John Allison, eighteen years old and a new boy at school, as he discovers just what that means. The thwack of the cane against stretched buttocks echoes through the passageways. No naughty sixth-former … Continue reading Tales from the Study 1: St. FIGS

Yank at English school gets ‘six of the best’

I very much admired young Macey’s pluck. He took a full headmaster’s six-of-the-best. I was there, I witnessed it and I know he did not have to submit himself to the cane. He might be American, but he was a young gentleman. Macey was a new addition to our sixth-form. He was an exchange student … Continue reading Yank at English school gets ‘six of the best’

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

Rock ’n’ Roll Truants

The headmaster fumed. Sixth-formers truanting. What kind of example was that to set the junior boys? Dr Collett would give McCann and Wheeler what-for when they reported to his study at the end of the school day. And, there was more bad news. The two eighteen-year-old prefects had skipped school to stand in-line at the … Continue reading Rock ’n’ Roll Truants

Matty’s achingly beatable bottom

The boy across the street has the most achingly beatable bottom. I wonder if he realises. How would he? He doesn’t get to see it does he? You don’t get a proper view in the mirror do you, not even in a full length one. Maybe you’d know if you saw yourself in a photo, … Continue reading Matty’s achingly beatable bottom

Housemate pays the rent

Alexander Aldridge stood dumbfounded. His mouth literally gaped open. Before him stood a figure menacingly flexing a school cane between his huge hairy hands. “Y… you want to cane me?” It was question as much as a statement. The sun was quickly setting and the drawing room was gloomy. Soon they would need to turn … Continue reading Housemate pays the rent

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

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

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

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