Danny pulls up his pyjama bottoms and sits on the edge of his bed. Any minute now dad will walk through the door, hairbrush in hand. Eighteen years old and still being spanked by his dad. Danny stands, crosses the small bedroom and closes the window. If his pal Kenneth next door ever found out, Danny would be a laughing stock. He paces the room.
These stories show disciplinary actions, some written from a father's perspective. When I posted this writing on alt. This is fantasy. I usually start with her breasts, for her routine discipline.
I have lunch at his home one sticky Floridian afternoon in the heart of Summer. He lives off the grid in a large commune. In the shade of a lychee tree, he prepares mango, coconut and guava for me from his impressive, self-sustained backyard. My attention wavers as he speaks of his landscape projects and aspirations for the future.