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

First time for both of them

“Go to the cupboard under the stairs, fetch the cane and bring it to the kitchen.” Leo’s father glared, “And be quick about it.” Without hesitation – it would never have entered Leo’s head to disobey his father – but with heart thumping, the eighteen-year-old shuffled from the room. Moments later he handed over the … Continue reading First time for both of them

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

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

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

At the vicarage

I was at the vicarage late one afternoon, as I often am, when the vicar told me without emotion that he was expecting a visitor at any moment. I offered to leave but he said, “No, no. Stay. After we can play a game of chess and drink a little sherry.” Having nothing much else … Continue reading At the vicarage

The military kid

Nicholas Pierce was out of control. He needed to be reined in. Someone would surely get killed if he wasn’t stopped. Joan and Pete Willis looked out of their bedroom window to the suburban street below. Parked outside the house opposite was a brand new sports car with its nearside light caved in and a … Continue reading The military kid

Home late

“C’mon dad, is this really necessary?” Matthew’s query only got a grunt from dad as he continued to unbuckle and remove his brown leather belt. “I’m way too old for this dad.” “What do you expect? You come home drunk in the middle of the night waking the whole neighbourhood.” “I didn’t wake the neighbours.” … Continue reading Home late

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