“Right Matthews, six more strokes and your caning is over,” announced Mr Jones the Deputy Headmaster in his soft, yet authoritative Welsh tones. With his trousers and underpants around his ankles, Alan Matthews breathed heavily and gripped the far edge of the desk ever tighter knowing that if the remainder of his caning was as merciless as the twelve strokes he had already received, his scorched and throbbing buttocks would feel like they had been positively flame-grilled by the time the cane finally came to rest. Adding to this painful ordeal though, was the fact that Mrs Harwood the Headmi… อ่านเพิ่ม
Going Solo with Tina
Going Solo with Tina It was a chilly Saturday afternoon and after chaining my bike to the drainpipe, I was glad to get inside the clubhouse of the fishing club. “No dad today Tobias?” enquired Joe the club steward, with a smile as I reached the bar. “No, he got his new car yesterday and has taken my mum to see her aunt in East Grinstead,” I replied, adding, “Wants to clock up some miles to get the engine run in as fast as possible.” Joe's wife Sadie looked up from polishing the shelves behind the bar. “He’ll certainly clock up a few miles going there and back, so what's dad got now, a Rol… อ่านเพิ่ม
The Birching of Susan
Father Antonius smiled warmly at the attractive young woman entering the church. As she walked towards him the sound of her footsteps against the hard stone floor echoed in the rafters one step at a time until she stood immediately before him. Her soft brown eyes looked sad as she spoke to the handsome young priest “Father, I need you to hear my confession.” The young woman’s voice was nervous yet clear, her accent suggesting a hint of the West Country seldom heard in this London suburb. Father Antonius had never seen the young woman before, such a request from a non-parishioner was u… อ่านเพิ่ม