Caning boyfriend Stories

My time with Joan had steadied me and I made it through the rest of the term and my mock exams. One of my more perceptive pals at college said, “Pete, you seem much happier and relaxed. That awful look in your eyes has gone. What happened?” “It’s OK,” I said, “All life is change,” marvelling at it! My mother was more perceptive than my father. “There was such a change in you, which I noticed when we returned from the reun...

I had a chequered time as a teenager, partly because I suffered physical abuse from my father and mainly because my mother could not control me. My mother split up with my father, and by the time I was seventeen, I had made several court appearances for offences such as shoplifting and breaches of the peace, underage drinking, etc. Too many of my friends were ‘the wrong crowd,’ and I had become hardened. I was intelligent...