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

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

Put back in short trousers, aged 18

I have my own key so I can let myself into the house. I am late home from school. I’ve been in detention. I hope granddad doesn’t find out. He said the next time he took me across his knee I’d have my trousers at my ankles. It’s five-thirty and he isn’t due back from … Continue reading Put back in short trousers, aged 18

Matty’s achingly beatable bottom

The boy across the street has the most achingly beatable bottom. I wonder if he realises. How would he? He doesn’t get to see it does he? You don’t get a proper view in the mirror do you, not even in a full length one. Maybe you’d know if you saw yourself in a photo, … Continue reading Matty’s achingly beatable bottom

The milk bottle thief

James Danvers left his home at six-thirty on the dot every morning. His house was unexceptional in every way, just one more suburban box in a street composed of identical suburban boxes. His journey to the newsagent took about five minutes.  He bought a copy of the Daily Express and then he walked home again. … Continue reading The milk bottle thief