The pretty policeman

Police Cadet Pettigrew stood head bowed, heart racing. His face was drained of colour. He jerked from one foot to the other. Ashamed. Humiliated. The nineteen-year-old shuddered. Soon tears would flow like a stream going down a hill. Police-sergeant Harris growled. “You damn fool. You bloody idiot.” Pettigrew shook some more. He clasped his hands … Continue reading The pretty policeman

A scene once seen every day

Scenes like the one I am about to describe to you took place all over the country, every day of the year. This story takes place in a small, rather nondescript town called Brocklehurst. I don’t need to spend time describing it to you because you will certainly know somewhere very much like it yourself. … Continue reading A scene once seen every day

Two brothers

I should have guessed I was in for a spanking the moment we sat down for breakfast. We were all sat at the table, tucking into the traditional fried English breakfast. “We” were my dad, mum, my twenty-year-old brother, Barry, and me, Michael, an eighteen-year-old schoolboy living in Brocklehurst, a modern “New Town” in England. … Continue reading Two brothers

The vicar delivers

Darren’s mouth gaped open when the vicar strode to a cupboard and took from it a whippy school cane which he swished through the air a couple of times before intoning, “Bend over that chair.” “B.. b.. but,”  he stammered. “Do it now, I don’t have all day,” the vicar swished the cane once more. … Continue reading The vicar delivers

Proud of my son

I would be the first to tell you how proud I am of my son Tyler. He’s at university now, and I am certain he has a fine future ahead of him. Of course, like all nineteen-year-olds he is far from perfect. Often he thinks the world resolves around him. He can be self-centred and … Continue reading Proud of my son

A man of honour

Mr Crosby glowered at his nineteen-year-old son, he could hardly keep his temper. “You’ve stolen from me – AGAIN.” He waved his leather wallet in the teenager’s face. “There’s a twenty gone. You’ve taken it,” his face coloured, soon it would be as red as a fine claret wine. “No I didn’t,” the boy cowered … Continue reading A man of honour

The Junior Salesman

The Junior Salesman and other workplace whackings THE TWENTY-YEAR-old junior salesman slowly unclasped his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. He pushed them over his hips and let go. From there they slithered slowly down his legs. A breeze from the nearby open window brushed against his naked legs as he awaited the next command. Tyler … Continue reading The Junior Salesman

That Connor Kid

“War..warr’s going on?” Lars Alexanderson woke from his sleep with a start. “What time is it?” From the street outside his bedroom music was blaring rock-stadium loud. “What is it?” His wife Ingrid was awake now. “It’s that goddam Connor kid. What time is it?” Ingrid switched on the bedside lamp. “Nearly two o’clock. This … Continue reading That Connor Kid

Belted by the Boss

Shane waited outside his employer’s office, he knew that he was likely to be sacked and the police would be called: he would do anything to stop that happening. He had stolen seven pounds from the petty-cash tin and been caught, it was as simple as that. There were no mitigating circumstances; he had wanted … Continue reading Belted by the Boss

A Teen’s Tale

Was I a typical teenager? I think so. Certainly I was no different from my friends. We couldn’t stand adults; our parents, schoolmasters, the vicar at church. We didn’t think they had much to tell us. We spent a lot of our time just hanging around in groups “having a laugh.” There was a particular … Continue reading A Teen’s Tale