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

The Private Tutor

The Private Tutor What can fathers do when their sons fail their school exams because they spend too much time out with girlfriends, clubbing and playing in a rock band? Call for The Private Tutor. Using traditional educational approaches, he will soon lick them into shape. The whippy rattan cane, the taws, the paddle and … Continue reading The Private Tutor

Seeking the inner boy

I am stark naked and bent across the knees of an old man. Mr MacDonald is pounding my upturned fleshy buttocks with a heavy hairbrush. He is using every ounce of his strength. He will keep this up until there is no part of my bum or the back of my thighs that is not … Continue reading Seeking the inner boy

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

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

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

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