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

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

The troublesome lodger

Bill Robinson lay flat on his back in bed, staring at the ceiling. His Morning Glory was straining against the front of his tight yellow briefs. It was a girl he had met last night. He never got anywhere with her, but he could dream. He turned on his side, reached into the bedside cabinet … Continue reading The troublesome lodger

An old-fashioned dad

The three lads were seated together at a table in the students’ union bar, each staring at the screen of their phones when Gaz approached beer bottle in hand and breathless. He obviously had important information to impart. “You’ll never guess, you’ll never guess,” he beamed. “I can hardly believe it myself.” None of his … Continue reading An old-fashioned dad

Late home from a date

Glyn pressed his foot on the accelerator and glanced anxiously at the clock on the dashboard. It said 11.45 p.m. Surely, it must be fast. Where had the time gone? He had promised Mary’s father they would be home by 10.30. They were in trouble; big trouble. It was worth it, Glyn thought. The front … Continue reading Late home from a date

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 family weekend

Phil looked up from his tablet screen without much interest as his roommate pushed open the door and unceremoniously dumped his backpack on the couch. “So how did the weekend go?” Phil teased, the look of thunder on Jonny’s face already told him it had not been a success. “Don’t want to talk about it,” … Continue reading The family weekend

Thieving cousins

Seth Miller and his cousin Zach stood facing the kitchen wall. Hands on heads, jeans and underwear at their feet; their asses glowing. Zach blinked back tears determined not to cry in front of his cousin. Ernest Miller sat at the table sipping coffee, admiring his handiwork. The dark red marks had already started to … Continue reading Thieving cousins

The Prodigal Son

Mr Craddock slumped in front of the television set watching the horse racing. A newspaper open at the racing cards was at his feet. Nearby was a mug of steaming tea. He gripped a half-eaten bacon sandwich. He was in his element. A peaceful Saturday afternoon. What could be better? Then, his wife entered the … Continue reading The Prodigal Son