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.

Contact: chasyoung3@yahoo.com


November 26, 2014

1960 School Paddling (seven paddled)

A true account kindly passed to us by Megan

It was a spring day in May of 1960 in western North Carolina. The sun was shining and the temperature was in the mid 70s. It was 2:30 PM and the school day was drawing to a close. The bell rang signaling the end of classes and the beginning of activity period.

Activity period was the last 40 minutes of the school day. It was essentially free time with certain limitations. The athletic teams used it to get an early start on after-school practice. Those who wished to get a start on homework assignments could do so in a study hall, or the library. The work-study students could leave early, provided they reported to their jobs. It was also the time of day when “student issues” were dealt with in the office.

I wasn’t surprised when the secretary came on the PA system and began with: “Will the following students report to the office,” and then began reading a list of names. I was surprised to hear my name called, but I got up from my seat in study hall and walked down the hall to the office.

There was a group of about 25 students there, most taking care of routine school business. They left quickly as their business was concluded, and seven of us remained. As we looked at each other it became clear why we were there. The group was the same as the group that had gone to the athletic field after lunch to have a smoke.
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November 24, 2014

Spanked in a Bikini – a Californian recollection

My wife was raised in a fairly conservative household. Her mother was not a prude nor was she overly controlling of what Michele was allowed to wear and what she could do for activities, but there were certainly issues with appropriate dress at times and consequences if rules were challenged or violated.

Growing up in Southern California, Michele spent a lot of time in a bikini during the summer. This was fine with her mom as long as she was wearing it appropriately. Mom was not okay with Michele walking around outside of the pool area or beach with just a bikini on.

During the summer Michele, her younger sister and her friends would lay out in the back yard to tan, or go to a friend’s house to swim or go to the beach. So, for most of the summer the girls were in bikinis if the sun was out. If they went to the store, a fast food place, gas station or just some place for a quick errand they would at most throw a T-shirt on. It was mainly for convenience because they didn’t want to get dressed and throw shorts and a shirt on because their bikinis were wet and they didn’t want to get the clothes they were going to wear home wet.
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November 8, 2014

Memories of a boyhood spanking

My memory of my punishment was simple in my house. My mother could look at me and I knew that was enough. However my father was another thing. My dad was a caring, kind and funny guy, but he had certain rules; don’t cheek and don’t lie.

Sadly once, when I was about 10 ish, I forgot this and went to sit on the park field with my friends. My cover was that I was having a tea party at my friend Shane’s. I would be home for no later than 7.30.

One thing led to another and I was late, very late.

It’s important to remember my dad spanked me over his knee all the time. He never did it at the time of been naughty, it was always much later because he didn’t want to be angry. But I would often cry a little, of humiliation more than anything, because he would start spanking my clothes but I would end up with a bare bum. It was always a quick thing and always in my bedroom.

Anyway, this night I returned home, full of life. It was about 10.30 pm, 3 hours late. My dad was angry. My neighbours were round; my friend Shane’s dad was there (my parents had rang him) and found out I hadn’t been there. Worse thing was, my mother was worried sick so had called the police. I hadn’t realised the time, and was being clever. My dad asked where I had been, and I said just over the park, but he was upset with me.
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September 28, 2014

After Clathy Castle – A Short Career In Modelling

After she left Clathy Castle, Julie had a brief career as a model where she encountered another aspect of CP

 By Julie Baker

During an exchange of emails between Julie Baker and Kenny Walters involving the publishing of the Clathy Castle account, it became known that Julie had enjoyed a short career as a model in London around the same time as Kenny worked there as a photographer.

While Julie mostly turned down work that had a punishment theme, she did accept a small number of assignments. Further enquiry revealed an interesting story. 

Julie writes: 

My name is Julie Baker and I have already given an account of my time working at Clathy Castle in the mid 1970s when I received a short caning on my bare bottom from my employer (Caning at Clathy Castle). About a year after this incident I left that job and started work as a model. There was one assignment in particular that I’ll tell you about although this day was not one of my proudest moments.     I started modelling at the beginning of January 1976. I got a small bedsit in Notting Hill, which was not fashionable in those days, and would report into the Soho offices of the agency each day if I was not on an assignment. The work was a bit slow in the early days and soon I was struggling a bit financially, but I didn’t want to rely on my parents. I had a chat with my boss at the agency and he suggested that one way of earning additional income was to do a bit of nude work.   Taking my clothes off is not a particularly big issue for me but I did not want to do anything too extreme. He got me a photo shoot with a men’s magazine that was popular at the time called Mayfair. Their style was quite tasteful and the money was double what I would earn on a normal day.
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September 25, 2014

Experiences of RM

This is a true memory spanning a half century or so. Not quite your usual submission, it has already been put up on Experience Project. I do not know if this presents a problem for you or them. I have not been as explicit as you might like because it is painful to write about and much of the details have been forgotten.

In my communications with the local child services bureaucrats trying to get therapy for my autistic daughter I had the bright idea of including in the email list of recipients my sister who was a journalist in one of the national newspapers. Since she kept her maiden name and the newspaper name appeared in the email, it could have an effect even without anything being done by my sister. In no time I got a reply from my sister with an obscenity filled letter threatening me never to include her in my personal problems, even implicitly. I saw the chance for some revenge.

My mother was of the old school that never used obscenities and I wondered if she would even know what they meant. I took the opportunity to show her the letter, and I soon discovered her education was broader than I thought. She was hopping mad and called up my older sister and read it out to her. My journalist sister was called for an explanation. My mother explained that I was only trying to get therapy for her granddaughter and how could she write such an obscene letter to anyone.
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September 14, 2014

What Did It Feel Like?

An account by Pam Dumont concerning her 1976 paddling at the Elyria, NY, high school, another real-life experience provided by Megan.

What Did It Feel Like?

This was the question many people asked me when they learned I had been paddled at school. Obviously they themselves had never been paddled, or they would have known the answer! How did it feel? Basically, it hurt. A lot!

A school paddling was different from a home spanking, and the pain was different. I admit I had my share of spankings from Mom (boy, did I), but her stinging spanks with the hairbrush on my bare butt did not prepare me for the grand slams applied to the seat of my skirt by the school principal.

For those who are not familiar with my story “I Volunteered For a Paddling,” which was my first post on EP, I do not want to go into the mundane background here because you can read it for yourselves. In a nutshell, I skipped a math class, which I hated anyway, to smoke a cigarette in the girls’ room. I was caught by a no-nonsense teacher, who confiscated my cigarettes and reported me to the principal. Next morning during home room I was called down via the intercom to the front office.
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September 14, 2014

6th Grade Trouble

Jenny Hill’s experience, kindly passed to us by Megan.

About a week or two before school started in the Fall, the school would post lists on the front doors of the school showing which students were being assigned to which teachers for the year. Once it was known that the lists were up, usually the older kids wouldn’t wait until the official ‘back to school’ orientation evening where the parents could meet the teachers but would instead get on their bikes and go up to the school to see the lists early.

The week before I started 6th Grade, my friend, Stacey, called me and said that her mother had passed by the school and noticed that the lists were up. After checking with my mother, I got on my bicycle and rode to the school to meet my friend and check out the list. We arrived at almost the same time and both raced up to see the lists. There were four 6th Grade teachers and we both hoped to get one teacher who was known to be a friendly teacher.

We scanned her list first and didn’t see our names. We then looked at our second choice and again were disappointed.

“Oh no!” Stacey said.
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August 4, 2014

Caned by her employer

My name is Julie Baker and I was born in Edinburgh in March 1956 and subsequently brought up in the same city. My father is Scottish and was a well known GP in Edinburgh before he retired. My mother is Swedish and came to the UK in the 1950s to train to be a nurse. I was an only child and I benefited from a solidly middle class upbringing and the stability provided by two loving parents. From the age of 12 my parents sent me to a private day school for girls in Edinburgh. I was not academic but I excelled at sports, representing the school in netball, hockey and badminton. I was very rarely in any kind of trouble at home or school and by the time I was 16 had not experienced any kind of physical punishment.

One gift that I inherited from my mother was her Swedish good looks. My hair was, and still is, the colour of bleached straw and my skin is pale but with a nice warm tone. I am tall and most people have tended to regard me as beautiful in a kind of ‘windswept beach’ type of way. When I was 16 I was in great shape with long slim shapely legs, a lean rounded bottom and firm breasts all topped off with what others tell me is a pretty face.
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August 4, 2014

Warrensburg, Missouri 1995, school paddling

A second high school paddling for Nikki, for smoking.

There Was No Choosing This Time. There was only three forms of punishment at the school. They had suspension, of course. There was the pit. Which was the same as ISS at other schools except the room you went to had no A/C or heat and was flat out miserable. Then there was a spanking with the paddle.

Like most teenagers, I smoked. I didn’t smoke at school but I did right before, and as soon as I could get out to my car. I carried my pack in my purse. I don’t know why I carried them. I could very well have left them in my car.

Once I got caught at the lunch table with my pack sitting in my purse. A teacher stopped to talk to us and just so happened to look in my purse and saw my pack. I was busted.

I followed the teacher down to my assistant principal’s office. I knew the drill and took a seat outside her office and waited till I was called on. The teacher left her office and it wasn’t long I was called in. I went and sat in one of the two chairs in front of her desk. I knew I was in some pretty good trouble with her. I had already paid her a visit that week for PDA and here I am again on Friday.
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August 4, 2014

Missouri middle school paddling c.1990

(Nikki’s Account)

First Paddling 

I made it though elementary school without getting a spanking at school. Many times I was threatened that it would be used on me, but I managed  to behave well enough not to justify a paddling. I heard a few boys get swats in the hall. I felt sorry for them. It had to be embarrassing.

When the 7th grade started we had moved to a new district. It was pretty common knowledge that most teachers had a paddle in their class. You didn’t have to be sent to the principal’s office or to the gym to get a spanking. You could be sent to the hall and it was taken care of right away. The loud cracks of the paddle from the hall would make you want to behave.

I had a friend named Jessica, and she was my best friend. We had only one class together and sat beside each other in it. The class was taught by the boys basketball coach. It wasn’t his classroom. He just used it that period and then he would move to a different room. He would push a cart full of his class materials to each room. In that cart he always had a paddle out where it could be seen. He had a reputation with the boys to give super hard swats and everyone feared getting them.
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