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

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

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

Warren’s awakening

Warren Hunter looked out the bedroom window anxiously. Any moment now his uncle would call him down to the sitting room. It would be a spanking for sure. He couldn’t complain. He knew he deserved everything that was coming to him. Warren was in turmoil. He was so ashamed. How had things come to this? … Continue reading Warren’s awakening

What strange times they were

“Take down your trousers,” he rasped. “Underpants too.” I shuffled uncomfortably. The room was cool, even though outside it was a fine spring afternoon. “Bend over my knee,” the vicar scrunched a large leather-soled bedroom slipper in his right fist. He wriggled his buttocks on the worn wooden armless chair and parted his legs a … Continue reading What strange times they were

Sports report

Good afternoon from the Old Mill ground where this thrilling First Division match ended with a 4-3 victory for the Town over title challengers Albion. The star of the show was once again whiz kid Stanley Mitchell, the eighteen-year-old amateur player who has burst onto the scene this season. Mitchell who is still a schoolboy … Continue reading Sports report

Strict landlords- the compilation

Many years ago when I was a student I lived in lodgings with a family who rented out three rooms in their large house. The man of the house was retired and although quite old (to my youth he may have seemed ancient) he was very distinguished. There was a small armchair in my room … Continue reading Strict landlords- the compilation

Still spanked in short trousers

Fred and Jim were in the Three Fishers bored out of their skulls and not talking about much when Jim suddenly piped up: You still keeping your lad in short trousers? Which one? Fred inquired. The eldest, Gavin. Yeah, he’s left school now, nearly nineteen. So it works then? Oh yeah. He got through his … Continue reading Still spanked in short trousers

Hey neighbour! – the compilation

One of my favourite story themes is the ‘neighbour’ – the fellow next door or along the street who is only too willing to lend a hand (or some suitable implement) to put across the backside of some wayward young man. Some years back I wrote  three-part series called The Helpful Neighbour. If you missed … Continue reading Hey neighbour! – the compilation