Regular visitors will know this is a sister website to www.overthedesk.com As the name suggests, this website aims to offer recollections and memories of spanking and discipline related incidents, whereas the overthedesk site deals mainly with fiction stories that are realistice and may be based on true-life experiences. We’re always keen to hear from our readers with comments, views and especially any recollections you have of spanking and corporal punishment incidents you’ve witnessed or experienced. Contact: chasyoung3@yahoo.com  

Spankings were quite common in the 1960s. This is a true story from 1963. In July 1963, my family went on a road trip, and my sister Katherine and I got into a shouting match which led to pinching, hitting, and kicking. I was 13, and Katherine had just turned 15 the week before. Katherine and I fought a lot in those days. I was jealous of her because she was very pretty, blond with hazel eyes, and had always been popular at school, whereas I was more nerdy, a bit on the chubby side, wore glasses, and had a

More than 20 years ago, when I was probably 14 or 15 years old, my mom and dad were going on a weekend vacation. It was only for them. I was going to stay with my dad’s younger sister, my aunt Tanya. Tanya was a lot younger than my dad, probably only about 35 or 36 at the time, so only maybe 20 years older than myself. She was single and had no kids. When I hung out with her, it was more like me hanging out with a sister or a friend than my aunt. She never really got

At the grammar school I attended, the cane was sometimes administered to the palms of the hands, and it really used to sting. The first time I got the cane at school, as I described in an earlier account entitled ‘A Boy’s First School Caning at a South East England School’, I got it across my hands. I would now like to relate the events that led to my second school caning which occurred within two weeks of my first caning. In many ways, the second time that I got the cane was related to an incident which, I think,

For me, my most embarrassing spanking was actually from a baby-sitter. My twin brother and I were 14, way past the age of baby-sitters. The whole family was supposed to be doing something fun that night. I don’t remember what it was, but we got into some trouble in the afternoon. Mom said that we couldn’t go with them. That wasn’t much of a punishment. But then she said since we were acting like such babies, she had hired a baby-sitter to come watch us that night. It was Laurie. Laurie was 16. Only 2 years older than us. Since

At my Junior School in the English Midlands, at around the mid-1960s, punishments by the predominately female teachers involved slapping of the wrists or legs. Serious offences would result in the cane, administered by the Headmaster, Mr P, a tall, authoritarian gentleman around 60-years-old who always wore a grey suit, and, although not the terrifying character so associated with head teachers of that era, he certainly instilled a certain amount of fear and commanded respect. Caning involved two strokes across the palm of the hand, always in the privacy of his office. A notable deviation from this came when I

My particular memory is from an incident that occurred at my school when I was a 16-year-old fifth form schoolgirl. Along with three other girls, we got into trouble for repeatedly skipping lessons and spending time in town when we should have been studying for our exams. We were all warned several times of the consequences, but foolishly chose to ignore the warnings. Inevitably, we crossed the line and took our antics a step too far, thinking we would always get away with just being told off or, at worst, a detention. We were all caught red-handed in a coffee

Lunchtime at my small prep school in Surrey UK was very much traditional in style back in the 1970s with a hall and long trestle tables on which 80 or so boys and a handful of girls sat and had their lunch. Teachers ate elsewhere but a couple of them supervised, taking it turns. I, aged 8, sat at the end of the middle table near the raised platform on which the staff sat during assemblies. Everyone was eating their puddings when a boy next to me started an argument with the boy opposite and some kicking went on under

I was not exactly the brightest pupil at school. I struggled academically, although I was good at sport, especially rugby union. I left my junior school and joined one of the new comprehensive schools that were being developed to replace the secondary-moderns in the West Midlands in the late 1950s. I was placed in set 5, for those pupils of lowest ability which was a small class of 18 pupils, 13 boys and 5 girls. Nowadays, we would be referred to as having learning difficulties. Fair to say, our level of naughtiness was proportionally higher than the rest of the

My experience takes me back to 1970, as a 13-year-old in the early days at a boys secondary school in the English Midlands. Discipline was generally carried out by individual teachers to address any misbehaviour in class, and normally involved being called to the front of the class, ordered to touch toes, and given a single hefty whack with a gym pump, known among all pupils as ‘Getting the Whack’. More general or serious offences involved a visit to the Deputy Headmaster, where, ironically, punishments were along the lines of the above single whack, sometimes two, so not that much

I own an automobile and truck sales and repair business in a small Indiana town. I have several repair technicians working in the shop and two women working in the office on alternate days. I personally am in and out a lot and not always on site. I can keep an eye on things through my iPhone. All transactions, inventory and emails can be monitored through apps on my personal phone. One day in late March 2020, I was on my sales lot and noticed an email alert on my phone. When I went to open it, it had been