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

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

By order of the court

Mr Creswell paced the length of his front room; it wasn’t a big room and it didn’t take him more than five steps to get from one side to the other. Anxiously he looked at his watch: it was nearly time they should arrive any minute now. Upstairs in his bedroom his eighteen-year-old son waited, … Continue reading By order of the court

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

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

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

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