Caught drinking beer

Mr Harding parked the car in the driveway of his house. His head throbbed. It must be the flu, he feared. Better to leave the office behind, take a few aspirins and get into bed. He unlocked the front door. As he headed for the stairs he saw the door to the kitchen was ajar. … Continue reading Caught drinking beer

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

A very British spanking

“I don’t care if it is the holidays, Martha, I will not put up with it,” Charles Snapdragon paced the carpet. “Call me old fashioned, I don’t care.” He paused by the radiogram and thrust his hands into his pockets. “I have standards. Always have. Always will.” His wife pursed her lips but remained silent. … Continue reading A very British spanking

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

Party time!

I don’t believe it. I just DO NOT believe it. The state you were in. I have never been so humiliated in all my life. I’ll never be able to face the neighbours. It’ll be all round the street. All over town. I’ll never live it down. You’ll never live it down. I Just CANNOT … Continue reading Party time!

You, called home

You sit glumly, as the green fields become first factories, then houses, then offices and shops. The train rattles into the station. Nearly home. Only a short bus ride before you meet up with father. The carriage is nearly empty of passengers, Saturday is not a busy day on the railway at Brocklehurst. You try … Continue reading You, called home

Over Pop’s knee with Perce

I read a report in the Brocklehurst Bugle today. It was about a young lad, nineteen years old, who stole some beer from a shop. He was up in court and they fined him something. Now he has a criminal record. As I read about him I had a senior moment, or an acid flashback … Continue reading Over Pop’s knee with Perce

Skipping night class

The public bar of The Three Fishers was not too busy. Frank and his neighbour Andy liked it that way. When it was crowded you couldn’t hear yourself talk. They didn’t usually drink on a Wednesday night but their wives were out on a “hen night” with the girls, and well, while the cats’ are … Continue reading Skipping night class

Strictly no alcohol

Trent and Alex were in the students’ union bar finishing their second pint of the evening. “I’m going to make this the last one,” Trent said. “Then I have to be off home.” His friend wrinkled his nose, “But it’s early yet, it’s not even nine.” “I know, but I’ve got to go,” he sipped … Continue reading Strictly no alcohol

How other people live

Mr Bonner put a message on his neighbourhood Internet group to see if anyone knew of a decent decorator who could paint his kitchen and front room. He was delighted when a fellow in the next street emailed to say he’d used a painter called Mr Wodza. He explained Mr Wodza wasn’t his correct name … Continue reading How other people live