February 21, 2013
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.
June 30, 2016
I’d like to relate my spanking experience.
This happened when I was about 7 or 8 years old, so it would have been about 1966 or so. I live in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. We lived in a mostly German neighborhood filled with wonderful people. I had a friend I hung around with all the time. His name was Robert; his family was very German as was mine, but they spoke it around the house all the time, unlike mine.
Robert and I liked getting into all kinds of mischief. We especially enjoyed teasing his grandfather, who they called grandfather, not by a name. He was very old, even to someone 7 or 8. He must have been in his 80’s or so. He moved very slow, and I do mean slow. We would tease him and stick our tongues out and then run away, so we were very naughty and we did this for sometime.
Well, of course Robert’s parents eventually found out about this, and one day I was over at their house and Robert’s father slapped me across the face and I was in disbelief. Robert had told me what happened; his parents found out about the teasing, and this was my punishment. I never asked Robert what happened to him. Don’t ask me why. I still don’t know why I didn’t ask him what they did to him.
June 25, 2016
This is my first submission to this site. I was very excited to find OTD Memories because I had several corporal punishment experiences while growing up and I have always wanted to share my memories of them with someone.
Let me start by saying that I am now a 64 year old man living near New York City. I grew up in a time when corporal punishment was much more accepted than it is today. I’m sure that some of the things that happened to me would merit jail sentences in today’s reactive society, but way back then people thought differently than they do now.
My first experience occurred when I was eight years old. Both of my parents worked and as a result I spent my after school hours at a day care center which I believe catered for children up to the third grade, which was my grade at the time.
We got snacks on arrival each day and were then sent out on to the playground if the weather permitted.
Our playground monitor was a young woman who I would guess was in her early twenties. Miss Trapasso was the heart throb of all the little boys. She was tall and slim and always wore the classic ‘short shorts’ of that era along with tight T-shirts. We all tried our best to impress her whenever we could, but we also knew that you didn’t want to get on her bad side because she was VERY strict when it came to following the rules.
June 14, 2016
This spanking took place at my home in Lancashire, England in 1967.
I will explain the situation in my home to give the spanking context. Without it, my parents may be painted in harsh light that they do not deserve. I was 13 years old and was a couple of months away from the end of my second year in Grammar School. It’s fair to say that I was generally a well behaved boy, but on occasion I was liable to make rash decisions that would get me into trouble and give my parents cause to punish me. As was fairly standard for the time, my Mum and Dad used corporal punishment on the occasions that discipline was required. My parents were caring and loving and while strict they were never unfair when it came to administering punishment.
At the lightest end punishment would be a smacked bum over my clothes given while I was standing up. This would be for minor naughtiness or as a warning to shape up and was most often applied when I was younger. For more serious naughtiness, I would have my shorts/trousers and underpants removed and have to go over Mum or Dad’s knee for a bare bum spanking. This could be with hand or the slipper, and made for an effective and painful punishment, especially when the slipper was used. Although by today’s standards this may seem harsh it was not viewed that way at the time. I certainly had friends who got much worse at home.
June 13, 2016
When I was a junior in High School I took part in a one act play. This was part of an evening of music and drama which acted as a fund raiser. The play we did, ‘Child Wonder’, was about a spoiled child movie star. It was, I think, a bit of a take on the Shirley Temple thing. The child star is a bit of a fake as she is actually older than her claimed ten years; she is a teenager. But the mother has faked her age as the family rely on her income to keep them in the manner accustomed.
The kid is actually a right brat to the family and the dad is itching to give her the spanking she deserves for her bratty behaviour, but can’t as she is a ‘star’.
Anyway, it all unravels as a reporter finds out the star’s true age and ‘outs’ her as older than she is. To the mother’s horror, the movie company promptly cancels the contract but this misfortune does give the father the opportunity to do what he’s wanted to do for years; put the spoiled brat over his knee and give her a good old fashioned spanking. The curtain falls with the brat over daddy’s knee getting her comeuppance, at which point the curtain comes down and the play ends.
June 9, 2016
I got married too young at 20 years old to a gal 5 years older, and after a couple of years the relationship was about done. In this marriage, she would sometimes give me light spankings on my bare bottom but nothing real severe. She was the aggressor of these mild spankings, which I loved most about her.
I did crave real spankings, so one day I suggested she give me real spankings and maybe things would get better. This surprised her. She thought I was just letting her do what she wanted. I informed her that I actually liked them and maybe getting a good spanking with a belt or paddle would be a good way to go.
She wasted no time taking me into the bedroom, undressing me, then have me bend over the bed. She then took a belt and gave me about two dozen strokes and I must say they really hurt. That was the beginning of some real spanking play that made the marriage last a couple more years. I also must say there was a time where she took a paddle to me and I seriously couldn’t sit for two days and the bruises took two weeks to go away!
June 7, 2016
When I was growing up in the 1960s, spankings were few and far between, but I guess that made them more effective and more memorable. Sure, both my mum and dad used to give me a few swats on the back of my legs now and then and, grabbing my arms out of the way, once or twice on my trouser clad bottom, but actual over the knee spankings were kept for when I had really messed up.
Like the time I was watching the school football team play the neighbouring primary school down on our communal football pitch. I guess I was about 9 yrs old at the time. My dad had told me after school I was to go and get my hair cut, but I had conveniently forgotten, or maybe got too wrapped in the football game to remember. My older brother, Colin, was sent to get me, but I told him I couldn’t leave because we needed permission from the teacher.
Then my dad appeared, looking extremely angry. He grabbed my arm and pulled me away, planting a few well aimed smacks on the seat of my school shorts.
By the time we’d got up the hill to the garages outside our back garden, I already had a very sore bottom, and an audience watching the spectacle of a 9 yr old getting a fatherly spanking.
May 28, 2016
This is a true story which occurred in Michigan, United States. At that time, spanking was non-existent in that states’ schools but it commonly took place at home.
I was raised by a single father along with one older brother and one older sister. My brother is more than a decade older than me, my sister is 3 years older.
Although I heard my brother was also spanked harshly I have no memory of seeing it myself. My brother moved out of the house instantly upon turning 18, when I was about 7. He suffered intensely from alcoholism from about the age of 19 or 20, or earlier and lived a very volatile life until settling down years later. He always related to me as his comrade in having received our dad’s extreme punishments, so I believe he got similar to what I got.
My parents were divorced when I was about 6, I think. After that we saw our mom on alternate weekends only, and lived at home with dad. I was always very close to my mother, who never spanked me but tried very hard to show me love and build me up, imparting to me a strong spiritual orientation which is still in my life today.
May 13, 2016
I was seven years old and had being very naughty as I had damaged an item that was one of dad’s favorite things. The result was having my trousers and underwear lowered for, as he put it, a damn good hiding on my bare bottom. We were in the sitting room and I was put across his knee. It was only his hand but at full strength and some fifty spanks on my little bare bottom which had not been spanked before by him. My mother was shouting for him to take the strap to my bottom as she also believed in firm punishment for naughty boys. I felt my bottom was on fire all day.
May 3, 2016
In early 1957, at my secondary school in Middlesex, I was 15 years of age and in the metal work class when I heard someone shout: “Stop, stop.”
I immediately pressed the red ‘stop’ button on the wall by the machine I was working on and the room went quickly silent. The teacher came out of his office and asked who stopped the machines. I said that I had heard someone say stop twice, so I pressed the red button. The teacher assumed I was playing games so he told me to come to the front of the room and he went into his office and brought out a cane. The teacher told me to bend over and he gave me 3 or 4 strokes of the cane and then told me to get back to work.
In the distance could be heard someone moaning as if in pain and the teacher went over to where the noise came from and saw a boy with some of his clothing in the machine he was working on and his arm was trapped also. The teacher sent one of the other boys in the class to the headmaster to send for an ambulance and within a very short time, the headmaster and an ambulance arrived and the boy was extracted from the machine and taken to hospital. He was in quite a bad way.
May 2, 2016
My first school memories of CP were at Primary school, where the cane and slipper were in use for children between 8 and 11, as under 8 was deemed too young.
Such occurrences were rare, although I did witness several boys being slippered in front of class, and the headmaster caned a boy once but he seemed to have high blood pressure and a ruddy complexion, and died, I recall, in my last year from a heart attack.
However one hot summer term day in my last year, a group of children were putting up the end of term display for parents evening at lunchtime. The teacher then said he wanted to try out a new slipper, and asked for volunteers. Being keen to please we all volunteered, and bent over for one stroke of the slipper over trousers or skirts.
I then moved on to grammar school. Unfortunately there was a lot of debate about grammar schools back then, and I got transferred to a boys’ secondary modern school instead, under the quota system.
The school I attended had a notorious caning record; the 7th highest in the entire country for use of the cane. I didn’t have a waiver so I spent most of my time trying to avoid it. I did so successfully for about 5 years, but then when I least expected it I found myself in the headmaster’s study touching my toes with a cane across my backside. However that occurred purely by chance and it wasn’t what it seemed.