February 21st, 2013

Welcome…

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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April 9th, 2018

Alabama home spankings

I lived in a small town in Alabama. I was 11 in 1971 in the 5th grade and 2nd of five children. I had loving parents who expected myself and my 4 brothers and sisters to behave, be respectful, obey the rules, and stay within our boundaries. As long as we did that, we all had a great childhood. When you didn’t, spanking was the main punishment, sometimes followed by grounding, extra chores etc.

My dad was an industrial engineer. He was away frequently on job sites, sometimes for the whole week. He was away this particular week. My mom was the main disciplinarian in the house. All spankings were given on your bare bottom, frequently in the kitchen or living room. The level of the spanking depended on the infraction. The wooden spoon was the main implement used and she had a variety of them.

I attended a rather strict Baptist private school. They had a lot of rules and, yes, they did spank and paddle, amongst other punishments. For example, if you crossed the red line in the middle of the hallway instead of going down the stairs and back up the other side, that was an after-school detention. Higher level infractions resulted in the smaller kids getting spanked by the teacher and the older kids reported to the principal, and sometimes paddled there.
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March 23rd, 2018

Last three months at the general store

So, I had 3 months left at the general store, and further punishments were given. As the time for me to leave came closer, the owners offered me a contract for 3 years till I was 21. But there was a clause that I had to take punishments. They offered me a good package, and I agreed to it and took my punishment as well.

One day I really screwed up and had a severe punishment in front of customers. I messed up their order. I was taken to the office and made to strip to be given 12 strokes of the belt. The man and woman were asked if they like to administer the punishment. The lady declined, but the man said he would and he did.

As I stood there in just my T-shirt and tangas, I was told to bend over the desk. My T-shirt was pulled up and tangas pulled down, so everything was on view for the world to see. I thought my past punishments were bad but nothing compared to this. I was beaten so hard and got more than 12 strokes. When he’d finished I couldn’t stand up nor move. I had to be helped up stairs where I stayed the night. I was in pain for a week and the bruising lasted for over a week. 
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March 4th, 2018

A girl strapped by her father

Back in around 1999, I was 22 years old. I was dating a girl, Amanda, who was 19 years old.  One Sunday afternoon, we were going to go to dinner with her older sister, Lisa, and her husband, Mike. We lived in a very small town with almost nowhere nice to eat, so we decided to travel about 30 miles to the next larger town. We had a nice dinner and it was still really early, about 6:30 or 7:00pm, so we decided to stop by Lisa and Amanda’s father’s place to visit him and their half sisters for a while. Their dad, Randy Mitchell, was a single parent raising the other 2 half sisters on his own.

One sister was about 11 years old. I don’t recall her name. Rhiannon was the other sister. She was around 15 years old. They lived in a run down mobile home park on the south side of town. When we got there, the girls were both outside hanging out with their friends down the street.

We went in and chatted with Amanda and Lisa’s father for quite a while. Our conversation was abruptly interrupted by the loud knocking on the front screen door by two teenage girls. Randy jumped up and answered the door.
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February 28th, 2018

Visiting a disciplinarian for the cane

Reading a story on ‘over the desk’ gave me the final push I needed to visit a dominatrix and experience corporal punishment for myself. Please don’t ask why. I have asked myself the same question a million times.

I made the booking and went last week. I did not write straight away as I thought it right to calm myself down and try to take a reasoned view.

I wanted more than anything to experience a caning. I could hardly get the words out when I rang. I was asked a lot of questions; I could hardly speak sometimes. I agreed to confidentiality and decided on no photos, just in case anybody ever found them. No photos equals no risk.

I was in a complete dither on the day. My eldest asked at breakfast if I was ok and he never notices anything except his breakfast.

I decided on normal clothes like I was just going shopping. Then half an hour after the kids left for school I left for the tube. I was shaking when I got there and rang the bell. I met my dominatrix who was pleasant, just like on the phone, and I guess she could tell I was very nervous.

We did a little transaction; I didn’t mind at all. She suggested a cup of tea and a chat to calm me down, but I thought it was probably best to get on with it. I did ask to see the cane and she showed me it, then we went through to another room with straps and canes and a punishment horse. When we had talked on the phone she had told me that it would be best to have a spanking first to warm me up and it would help to take the caning. I undressed as she said and went over her knee and she spanked me with her hand for a while until my bottom was warmed up. The spanks were not particularly hard, as I remember. Then she told me to get up, which I did, and told me to stand near the horse. She picked up the cane I had been looking at and told me that I had requested a ‘six of the best’ and if I moved or stood up I would get the stroke again, but if it was too much to use a safeword (just ‘stop’) and the caning would end. However, I was absolutely determined to go through with it despite my nerves so I took my knickers off and  bent over the horse.
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February 1st, 2018

A Texas spanking with a belt

I was raised in Texas with three siblings: a sister two years my junior, and brothers two years my senior and three years my junior respectively. So, at the time of this incident, my oldest brother was 16, I was 14, my sister 12, and my younger brother 11. We were raised in a very loving household with fairly lax rules, but our parents were pretty traditional, and pretty consistent, in enforcing those rules. For small offenses we might get a warning or a time out, or on rare occasions a grounding, but for anything major or anything repeated, it was a spanking. If it was from Dad, it was with his belt. If it was from Mom, it was her wooden spoon that she kept atop the fridge.

Dad was a trucker, and traveled a lot. For my brothers, if they misbehaved while he was away, my mother usually did the ‘wait till your dad comes home’ approach, though she did occasionally go after them with her spoon. On rare occasions Dad would follow up a second time when he got home. For the girls, she usually dealt with it immediately, unless it was something major. This led to a de facto double standard: the boys got most of their spankings from dad, with a belt. The girls got spanked with the belt more often than not if dad was at home, but since he mostly wasn’t home, we mostly got it with the spoon.
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January 27th, 2018

A boy’s school spanking

This happened many years ago when I was going to St Anthony’s School in Mill Hill, London. It was just after lunch and I was in class talking with my friends, Mark and Nicholas. When Sister Stephanie told us to get on with our maths, the others did as they were told but I continued to talk. I was warned that I would be spanked if I kept talking, which of course I ignored and carried on talking.

I got told to go to Sister Stephanie for my spanking, which I did not do straight away. I was then told sternly to go to her and I did. She made me stand beside her with my hands on my head as she pulled my trousers and pants down. Then she pulled me over her knee. She always stroked the bottom cheeks and thighs to make sure she could reach all of the bare bottom and thighs with out having to move much.

She would then give the bottom a few hard slaps to let you know how hard she was going to spank you. Then she started the hard spanking, moving her hand back and forth as she landed some very hard smacks. She continued to smack my bottom harder and harder, making the cheeks bounce as her hand landed on the right and then left cheek moving down to the thighs. After landing a hard volley of smacks to left and right thighs, she moved back up onto my bottom and landed a lot more very hard smacks, moving up and down the left and right cheeks to make them very red and sore.
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January 20th, 2018

Memory of a female cousin being spanked

Probably my first recollection of spanking being a turn on was nearly 35 years ago. I was sent to my aunt and uncle’s home to stay for the night and following day. My parents had to go out of town and my aunt was to watch over me for a day or two.

I was around 9-10 years old at the time. My aunt and uncle lived on a rural southern Indiana farm. They had two children. Their son was around 16 years old and their daughter was about 14-15 years old. Even though they were considerably older than myself, I enjoyed having them to play with.

I was at their house to spend the night. That evening, my cousin, Barbara, and I were in the family room watching TV. I was on the sofa and she was lying on the floor in front of me. It was getting late, or at least late for a kid my age to be up. I believe it was around 9:30 pm or 10 pm. She was laying on the floor on her stomach looking at a magazine and listening to the TV. Her parents were in the kitchen. Her mom was doing dishes and my uncle was drinking coffee at the table.
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January 12th, 2018

General Store Memory

I was doing a youth training scheme at the time in a small general store with this couple in their late 50s who owned it. They were really strict with me as they told my scheme manager they would be.

I was not 18 yet, so I was still classed as a youth and I’d still be punished as if was at school or home. With this in mind, I behaved and did as I was told for a few months, but then I started making mistakes. Then I got my first punishment from them after they give me 3 chances to improve my work rate.

They took me in the office and gave me a stern talking to before telling me I would receive my first punishment. It would be the belt across my underwear and I would get it once the shop had closed.

5pm came and the shop was shut. I headed to the office for my punishment. I was told to remove my shoes and jeans and bend over the desk to receive 8 strokes of the belt. I took the first 3 well but the last few I struggled with as they used full force across my tanga pants.

A few months later, I again received punishment. This time it was the cane on my bare bottom for being cheeky to a customer.
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January 12th, 2018

Getting Even

We had a system at school for dealing with girls who we considered had been out of order or had snitched on another girl. It was quite simple really. We lined up along the gym wall and formed a tunnel with our hands on the wall and forced her to enter one end and exit the other. She had no choice, she would have been pushed in if necessary and as she made her way to the other end she would be kicked or get her bottom smacked as she passed by. The system was in place long before I started there and the teachers tended to turn a blind eye to it.

One girl who wasn’t well liked emerged rather battered from her ordeal; she hadn’t been quick enough through. The day after, her mother had been in to school and made a serious complaint about it. The day after that, the boys were sent out of assembly and the headmistress stood on the stage. She made it quite clear that the school would not condone what she called a barbaric practice, plus all the girls involved would be identified and caned.

She read out three names and asked them to stand. She then asked for the girls to admit they were part of it by also standing up. Two did, and the rest of us stayed firmly seated. The five of them were sent to her office for six of the cane.
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January 7th, 2018

A boy’s severe leathering at home

This is an account of a severe leathering I got off mum and nan. I was about 11. It was the summer holidays so mum was off on holiday too. I had been acting up all day. I’d had a good spanking over mum’s knee before lunch for cheek, then another one in the afternoon for the same. Then just before tea I got a leathering on the bare backside with mum’s strap and sent to bed. My bottom was tender and sore, I can tell you, but I was still feeling like doing everything mum told me not to.

There was a house being renovated up the street and an older girl called lynn was outside. I was leaning out my bedroom window.

“You coming out, Garry?” She said.

“No, I’ve been sent to bed,” I said.

“So are you scared to come out?”

“No,” I said.

“Come on then,” she teased me.

“Right,” I said. I would regret it.

I sneaked downstairs. I could hear mum in the kitchen. She was having a cigarette, and she heard me.

“Where are you going, lad?” She shouted.

“Out!” I shouted, and opened the front door, running out in my pyjamas and slippers.

She tried to catch me. “In, lad,” she shouted.

“No!” I shouted back and ran up the street to the older girl.
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