February 21st, 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.

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June 16th, 2019

Sister finds attitude doesn’t pay.

When it comes to spankings in a day, my little sister sure holds the family record. She was going through a bit of a bad phase in behavior as you do as a mid-teen and had collected a paddling at school for sassing a teacher. She had to report to the AP who was not amused by her remarks and made her bend over for three swats on her cute butt, which made sitting super sore all day.

Unfortunately for her, mom somehow found out. I don’t think sis would’ve been spanked again, but she showed lots of attitude when she was being lectured, which displeased mom. So mom put her over her knee and gave her another good butt warming, which made her squirm in her seat over our evening meal.

Later in the evening, mom told her to go to bed early, as she was obviously tired, but there was another display of attitude, lots of mouthing-off and the banging of the door.

Then I heard dad run up the stairs and my sister say, “No! No! No! I didn’t mean it!”

This was followed by the yells and squeals of another good spanking going on.

When I went to kiss her good night, sis was lying face down trying to cool her butt.

June 10th, 2019

Eight of the Best – Volume Two

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Eight new stories from Kenny Walters, all unique to this ebook.


A Traveller Abroad

A woman travelling in the Far East is caught with a quantity of cocaine in her luggage. She knows she didn’t put it there, but is unable to prove who did. Consequently, she has to choose between prison or a caning.

The Gym Mistress

A sixth form girl enjoys a friendly relationship with her gym mistress, until she finds the mistress has been assigned the task of slippering her.

Hello Uncle Mike

After continual problems at home, a girl arranges a visit to her Uncle Mike. He has brought up children of his own and she reckons he will know how to deal with the brat she has become.

The Predicament

After a serious incident at school, a sixth form girl runs home to her mother. Eventually, they both realise there is no alternative to going back to school and facing the music.

The Eight Chairs

A story set in an American school. A twelfth grade girl has difficulty finding a parking space, which results in a row with a staff member. She finds her punishment has to be carried out over two days.

An Arrangement

A shy sixth form girl seeks the help of her favourite teacher as a means of avoiding more serious consequences. She gets her wish, but not quite as she envisaged.

June 5th, 2019

Spankings asked for

I only have given three spankings in my life which was back in the late 1970s. I have not seen that girl since then until this weekend. My wife and her are now friends who met because they have a common hobby which take either day trips or weekend trips.

Starting at the beginning, I was 16 and in high school. I liked to play table tennis (ping pong) with friends. One friend was more into tennis but had a friend who was obsessed with table tennis. He was only 15 and was too young to drive, but wanted to go to this club which was an hour away and met on Tuesday nights and on Saturday mornings. He offered to pay for the gas so I decided to try it out. I had fun playing but most players there were better than me. I did meet this one girl, Sandy, who was 14 and was cute. We ended up going on long walks, holding hands and kissing. After a few weeks, we were in my car and I made a move putting my hand up her shirt and she just froze. I felt bad and stopped and we went in to play table tennis. The following week I decided not to go up anymore, not because she didn’t let me feel her up but because I felt bad that I scared her.

June 2nd, 2019

A spanking from a favourite teacher

It is one of the ironies of my high school life that I got one of my most painful paddlings from my favourite teacher. The factors that contributed to how much it hurt were just how thin my gym shorts were and the fact that she was a really fit young lady with a strong arm. She was pretty new to the job and I think I was one of the first girls she ever paddled, so maybe it was her inexperience combined with my thin shorts that made it so painful.

But it was my own fault as I went to school in a dress that was far too short to show it off and was reported to the AP. When he interviewed me he said I’d already had one warning from him and so this time it would mean the paddle. I did point out that the dress I had on was longer than the cheerleaders’ uniform we were allowed to wear on match days, but that didn’t seem to cut any ice with him.

So, I was booked for a sore bottom. Even worse, because this was my second paddling I would get four swats. I thought I’d have to bend over then and there, but the AP said he had a meeting on so I would have to wait till later.

June 2nd, 2019

A spanking from mother

I remember a somewhat painful experience I had with mum’s hand and slipper when I was a somewhat obnoxious teenager. The weather was hot so I had shorts on and I had been out with friends. Unfortunately, I lost track of the time and came home late, much to mum’s displeasure. I didn’t help matters by showing typical teen ‘attitude’ and mouthing-off to mum when she started to tell me off.

I had been pushing the envelope quite a bit and really pushed it too far that time. She grabbed me by the ear and led me into the living room to a high chair she used for spanking daughters who had displeased her. Amid my cries and pleas, the momentum propelled me over her knee. I can remember dad looking over his paper as his errant daughter’s bottom appeared high over his wife’s knee. My shorts and underwear soon disappeared and mum started with a good hand spanking, which soon switched to the slipper unfortunately she was wearing. All this was, of course, to my howls and yells and pleas which were unavailing.

When mum finished she was quite out of breath, but I managed to do a marvellous dance round the room holding my sizzling behind before being sent to the corner. Dad glanced at my bright red bum and commented to mum who was getting her breath back, “I think she really needed that. And so did you!”

May 22nd, 2019

Memories of India

I guess I am one of the older readers of this site having been born in 1946, but I look forward to another reader disproving me. I am a sprightly pensioner who remains active and still enjoys mild spankings from my Edward. I also continue to be fascinated by space exploration, having lived through the exciting exploits of Sputnik, the Apollo missions, the first man on the moon, the international space station, Mars exploration and now the Chinese landing on the dark side of the moon. However, I thought I would comment on the realities of corporal punishment as I have lots of experience, some of which matches the fictional stories made by contributors to the sister fiction website.

I was born in India just nine months after my father came back from the war in Burma and elsewhere in SE Asia. He had a very good job as the British Raj came to an end, but had the good fortune to be asked to stay on for some years. We loved India and the lovely people but his job meant that he was away often and for prolonged periods. When I was a teenager, my mother would accompany him on his trips and they engaged a Governess (Miss D) to keep a watchful eye on me. I probably needed that as I was a tomboy and enjoyed going around the district with friends.

May 22nd, 2019

Snowball spanking

When I was about 10, we had a winter of snow which lasted a long time into April and where we all got used to throwing snowballs at school. Most teachers didn’t mind kids being kids, but they did object to being the target as I found one day to my cost.

We were throwing snowballs before school when the whistle went as the teacher on duty came into the playground to line us up. Now my friend just caught me a good one with a snowball as the whistle went, so I decided to re-pay in kind. So I grabbed some snow and threw it with all my might.
Unfortunately I didn’t notice the teacher had strode into the way, and the snowball, to my horror, hit her straight in the neck. It was certainly the best shot I ever had with a snowball in my young life, but the target was unfortunate.

Sadly, the teacher did not appear to have much sense of humour at the incident and, ignoring my mumbled apologies, she told me to stand with my face to the wall, hands on head.

I did this as the teacher got everyone else lined up and, after an exhortation to stop throwing snowballs when the whistle went, got the pupils marching into school. I wondered what fate waited me. Would I be sent to the head for my crime? I was not long finding out as the teacher, obviously most annoyed, told me to take my coat off and report to her in the hallway.

May 22nd, 2019

A girl’s birthday spanking

When I was 15, I had a sleepover with some of my friends for my birthday. My folks put us in the basement in sleeping bags which was great fun. When we had gotten into our pajamas, one of my friends asked me if I’d had a good birthday. When I said I had and it was lovely she told me that a good birthday needed a good birthday spanking to complete it.

With the help of the other friends, she got me over her knee and spanked me 15 times very firmly on my cute little butt, plus the ‘one to grow on’. It stung like anything and made me yelp and squeal. But then all the others wanted to give me spankings too, so by the time they finished I had a red hot bottom.

They all laughed as I hopped around rubbing myself.

I told them to wait till it was their birthdays.

I think we all got birthday spankings that year, with the birthday girl sleeping on her tummy and squirming around in church next morning. It was all great fun – if it wasn’t your birthday.


May 15th, 2019

A girl slippered in school

When we were teens at school, there was a bit of a rise in talk of students’ rights in the media. Anyway, one of my friends, Carol, had been reported to our form teacher for wearing a skirt far too short. She had had at least one warning already, to my knowledge, and continual offending usually meant a meeting between our form teacher’s slipper and the offender’s bottom. Things were not improved for Carol by the knowledge that this lady could really sting your bottom.

Carol said to us, “It’s not fair! We should be allowed to wear our skirts how we like. Who are they to tell us what to do? I’m going to really tell Miss Phipps that we have our rights!”

We all admired Carol’s guts, but all said that such talk might make matters worse not better with Miss Phipps, who was strict but fair. I got on quite well with her in spite of the fact I’d collected more than one hot bum off her, courtesy of her slipper.

But Carol would not be dissuaded, and went off to see Miss Phipps in high dudgeon.

At the end of break, we were waiting to go into the class when along came Carol looking red-faced and teary-eyed, and walking somewhat stiffly. We all had to suppress a grin.

May 15th, 2019

Home spanking memories

I am the oldest of four, with a sister two years younger, and brothers five and eight years younger. Though my parents were, and are, progressives, when it came to child-rearing, they were decidedly old-fashioned. They had very clear rules and expectations, and spanking was the first response consequence if we broke them. All of us were spanked into our mid-teens.

By the time the older of the two boys was born, mom had stepped aside from her classroom teacher career and was a full-time stay-at-home mother. I would estimate that 90 percent of the spankings at home came from her. She oversaw the day-to-day running of the house and also closely monitored our behavior at school. A note from a teacher, a detention or some other disciplinary incident at school would guarantee us a paddling at home. The former teacher always gave the current teacher the benefit of the doubt.

She followed an elaborate procedure that included corner time before and after, a lengthy lecture, fetching implements and making us count the swats out loud. From the time we were sent upstairs to wait until we were released from the corner after, as much as an hour could have gone by. The whole process was designed to be a hassle, an ordeal we would not want to experience again.