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.
March 26, 2015
I was born in 1969, in the era of school corporal punishment and Beano comics featuring a caning at the end of every story. However, home corporal punishment was also still very popular. I wasn’t a badly behaved girl by any measure, and I only received the odd smack now and again, never anything more. That was until I was 12, and got my one and only detention at school.
Latin was always a struggle for me. I never understood why I had to learn it, or what use it would be for me, but I did try my hardest. Trying my hardest wasn’t good enough on many occasions, however, and my marks in Latin were frequently at the very bottom of the class. It all came to a head halfway through my first year of Secondary school, when I managed to get 0/20 on an assessment. I can still remember my teacher’s exact words, though her face and name have faded from my mind.
“You are going to have detention, little miss, and I am telephoning your parents!”
Everyone in the class laughed at me, and I was made to stand outside for the rest of the lesson, blushing whenever anyone walked past and asked me why I was in disgrace. I was blinded with panic all day, and dreading the detention. In those days, teachers could give detentions for the same day, and so at the end of that day I went to the room where detentions were held, and dutifully did the assigned task; writing lines.
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March 19, 2015
My dubious claim to fame is that I might well be the last school girl in England to be legally caned.
I was born into a strictly Catholic family in Nottingham in March 1981. My family has Spanish blood in its ancestry, as evidenced by my maiden name which was Martinez. I was christened Lucy and inherited black hair with dark colouring, presumably from my father’s side of the family. I have two older brothers who also have olive skin colour and we were all regarded as tall, strong children whilst we were growing up. I have always loved sports and have always kept myself in good shape. It’s not for me to say but I think I was generally thought of as a pretty and attractive girl during my early years with no shortage of male attention!
When I was 13 my parents sent me to a traditional fee-paying girls Catholic day school in Nottingham with about 500 pupils. Academic standards were good and there was a high emphasis on sport, particularly team games. Every year that I was at the school I was in the hockey team for my year and I also represented the school and my county at tennis. Discipline was very strict and even though corporal punishment didn’t exist in the vast majority of schools in the 1990s my school did retain this as a sanction during my time there.
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March 18, 2015
(Continues from an earlier recollection)
The following Saturday, after I had committed the original offences of using bad language, objecting to having to wear uniform to go to Church and then having a poor attitude, I was told I would be punished for my disobedience. I had to serve the first of the two Saturday afternoon detentions (5 hours each) which I had been assigned. This meant whilst the other students were, for the only time in the week, allowed to go into town unaccompanied and with some more relaxed if still smart dress, I was confined to one of the classrooms under the supervision of a teacher wearing a long tartan dress and long navy cardigan.
Unfortunately I didn’t take the task assigned of copying out 20 A4 sides of The Bible seriously enough and I was shocked when my work was reviewed by the teacher at the end of the five hours. It was not long after I had started attending the finishing School and didn’t realise this would happen. I tried to leave when the five hours were up, which did not meet the teacher’s expectations, and she made me stand facing the wall for 10 minutes whilst she checked my work. She was furious at my lack of effort. Her review revealed 110 mistakes in the 20 sides and on the spot she put me across the desk, lifted my dress and I got four strokes of the plimsoll. She then sent me to stand outside the Principal’s office.
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March 10, 2015
Susan Thomas is one of the contributors to our sister fiction website, writing solely by herself as well as in collaboration with Old Tom. She has also published a number of spanking related novels as ebooks. For further details, visit her Amazon Author Page – click here
March 5, 2015
Friday May 24th
May 24th was the last day of the school year for best friends Erika and Crystal, and also the final day of their junior year. After the end of the day they would be high school seniors.
The two girls decided to treat themselves to breakfast before school. Crystal drove them a few miles to the neighbouring town of Trinity where they eat at a McDonald’s.
Lovelady High School’s tardy policy allows students to be tardy to school twice each semester before they face any disciplinary action. As both girls had clean tardy records they were not particularly worried if they were a few minutes late to school.
After eating breakfast, the girls left the restaurant to find an inconsiderate customer had parked blocking Crystal’s car in its parking bay. Waiting for the owner of the vehicle to come and move it probably only took a few minutes, but it was to be a costly delay.
Erika and Crystal eventually arrived to sign in at Lovelady High School’s front office seventeen minutes after the start of the school day. Unfortunately for them, students at LHS can only be counted as tardy for school during the first fifteen minutes of the day. After that time any student who is not in class, and has not been excused to be absent, is considered to be skipping class.
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March 1, 2015
In my case, the fascination with CP began at the age of nine years thanks to the lady who taught Polish in our primary school. Our teacher, a tall blond lady, beat all of us with a leather belt.
One day, in seventh grade, I smoked a cigarette with a friend in the toilets and we were caught by our teacher. She brought us to an empty room at the very top of the Administration section of the school. We had to remove our pants so she could strap us across our bare bottoms.
When I tried to protect my bottom by covering it with my hand, and then ignored her instruction to remove my hand, she put me across her lap and held my hand. We each received ten strokes with the strap. I cried out loudly and ended up with bruises across my bottom.
March 1, 2015
I had been at my Finishing School for about two months when I was punished for breaking the strict rules in place in this establishment. I found the whole culture of the school less than in keeping with my view of the world. As a 19 year old I found spending my time doing cooking, literature studies, deportment, letter writing, typing, short hand, needlework, flowering arranging, elocution, public speaking and household accounts, basically being trained to be a good housewife, out of date. It was 1973.
In addition there were many strict rules including, except for on a Saturday afternoon, being confined to the school and having to wear exactly what you were told from a set of specified and conservative clothing, which made it feel more like being still at school. On any given day, all of the students dressed identically, be it in a skirt, blouse and jacket, twin set and skirt, dress and cardigan or other combination.
The daily discipline was overt; they checked how one was dressed, how you sat, stood and spoke, with immediate correction for deviance from the expected standards. I was shocked in the first week to see other students subjected to a ruler across their hand or behind, evening detention where standards in lessons were not met, as well as frequent lectures in front of the other students.
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February 21, 2015
I was 21 when I first came into contact with the spanking world. I was living at home with my parents and it was actually my mum’s magazine – just a normal women’s weekly one. However it had a feature on couples who enjoyed spanking.
I was young and naive and had no knowledge of this kind of thing, but it ignited very strong feelings within me even though I tried to put these to the back of my mind.
A year later and I had finished my degree, got a job and moved into my first flat. I remember the day very well as it was the one when Andy Murray won the Gold Medal at the London Olympics. I was keen on tennis and played for the ladies team at university.
Having moved into the flat I was spending (too much) time on the internet looking at all things spanking and decided that I very much wanted to experience it myself.
There were two big problems however. I was extremely shy and had never been in a serious relationship before, but was very keen to meet somebody that might want to go down that route. I certainly didn’t want a one-night stand.
The other problem was that I was aware there were some dubious people on some of the websites. It was this that stopped me doing anything about it for the time being.
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February 13, 2015
This is the story of my second and final strapping at senior school in Edinburgh. I was 16 at the time.
With my friends Mona and Rowena, I decided to try my hand at smoking. I slipped off and purchased a packet from a local shop and hid them in my bag until lunchtime.
At lunchtime we all met up and sneaked to the rear of the boiler house. We all lit up and were smoking away when we heard a noise from the side of the boiler room. Before we could hide the cigarettes a teacher called Miss Quinn came round the corner. She was our PE mistress and in her early 30s. She was dressed in her normal PE attire of tracksuit bottoms and white PE top. There was no escape and she immediately told us to put the cigarettes out. We did as told and she then said to follow her. We all followed at a brisk pace as she stormed back to her office in the changing rooms.
She demanded to know who had bought the cigarettes and we all denied it. She then searched our bags and found the packet in my bag. She asked me why I had them. I said I was just carrying them for all of us. I am sure she did not believe me from the look on her face. She told us to remove our blazers and put them in the changing room while she got her strap from the office. Although we knew we were likely to be strapped we hoped to avoid it. This last statement confirmed our worst fears.
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February 13, 2015
My name is Lorna and I went to school in Edinburgh in the 1950s and 1960s. This was the era of the Lochgelly Tawse but luckily I managed to avoid it until my final year at senior school at age 16.
My first meeting with the Tawse (or strap as we called it) was in a History lesson with Mrs Macdonald as the teacher. She had been at the school for many years and I knew many boys who had felt her strap. She rarely used it on the girls, thankfully.
The lesson was going well and I frequently chatted to my friend sitting next to me. Mrs Macdonald noticed and told us to stop so we immediately stopped. I slipped a sweet in my mouth shortly after because I was getting hungry.
It was at this time that Mrs Macdonald asked me a question. I was not able to speak clearly because of the sweet and Mrs Macdonald asked me if I was eating in her lesson. I admitted it and was told to throw the sweet away.
The lesson continued and we were told to copy some writing from the board. I dropped my pen and said: “Damn,” as I bent to pick it up.
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