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

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

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

The Prodigal Son

Mr Craddock slumped in front of the television set watching the horse racing. A newspaper open at the racing cards was at his feet. Nearby was a mug of steaming tea. He gripped a half-eaten bacon sandwich. He was in his element. A peaceful Saturday afternoon. What could be better? Then, his wife entered the … Continue reading The Prodigal Son

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

Rhys, 21, and the bath brush

Rhys Foster had just finished his cup of tea and was about to get up from the table when his father walked into the breakfast room and calmly said, “Rhys, go upstairs, fetch the bath brush and then wait for me in the sitting room.” The short, stocky fair-haired twenty-one-year-old gasped, put his hand to … Continue reading Rhys, 21, and the bath brush