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: kennywalters@hotmail.com

I was 8 or 9 years old, and our class in a mixed junior school was evenly split 12boys/12 girls. Handy for things like dancing lessons which we had to do, unless someone was absent, of course. Our teacher, Miss A, was a pretty, probably early 30s lady, blond hair, slim with a kind smile. She could, however, be a strict teacher when her mind was set. In the summer term, we had a student teacher, Miss P, a tall, slightly chubby lady, if I remember correctly, but she was very good at games and also read stories wonderfully at the end of the day.

Spanking had been banned for over two decades by the time I started at St Martin’s, a girls grammar school in all but name. They prided themselves on strict discipline, and the slipper and the cane had been a regular occurrence, both in and out of class, 20 or 30 years before. However, since it was outlawed, they had to be more imaginative. Detentions were common, both single and full class ones. Suspensions were also used, but only where other options were proving futile. However, the single most effective method of control was a sternly worded letter home. In this, the teacher or head teacher

I’m in the tenth grade at high school in the state of Georgia. It has always had the paddle available as a punishment, although its use had been dying out until a couple of years ago. Then it started to be used more frequently, mainly for boys, but we girls also found we were not exempt. I had never been paddled. I was sent to see the principal, Mr J, about 6 months ago when my work started to deteriorate and I was getting to classes either just in time or a few seconds late. I guess my teachers kind

This was 1978 and the town was Enid, Oklahoma. My girlfriend, Rita, was 17 and her sister, Mary, was 15. Their parents were very strict with them and were firm believers in corporal punishment, no matter the age. It was a Saturday afternoon and I had gone over to pick up Rita and take her to her part-time job. She was a waitress at a family restaurant. Her parents only allowed her to work there on Friday evenings and on Saturday and Sunday. The rest of the week was dedicated to homework and chores. When I got to the house, I

Slippered by matron on the first night at prep school I was sent to prep school in York in 1966 at the age of 8 years old. My mother was very ill, so never saw me at prep school, but a picture was taken of me in my new herringbone suit with short trousers and school cap. That was the nearest she was to see me in my prep school uniform. My father, who was an old-fashioned military man, took me on my first day and, as soon as we arrived, he was taken into have tea with my new

As I had wrote about earlier, my family was very religious and had a set routine when my sisters or I needed a spanking. My grandpa, on the other hand, while a regular church goer wasn’t nearly as religious but a firm believer in spanking naughty children. Prior to this incident, my sisters and I had our bottoms warmed by him a time or two each, but this memory is from when I was 11. My grandpa lived on several acres of land. The back of the land, while very pretty, backed up to some public hunting ground. In the

I grew up in a very religious home with two sisters. We were the family that went to church each Sunday and participated in the Wednesday church activities. My parents were both involved in the church and my father would become an elder in the church. We were always expected to talk the talk and walk the walk especially when in public as the perfect Christian family. If we dared misbehave or go astray of the expectations, my parents were very quick to teach you a lesson via your bottom. My sisters and I were no strangers to spankings. They

It was the last day of the reign of Miss Brown as headmistress of my all-girls school. She was retiring, to be replaced by Mrs Fothergill in the new school year. The day was hot and sticky, and we were getting restless for the end of school, which traditionally was at lunchtime on the final day. Miss Brown was being thrown a party by the governors and staff, and she was to be presented with a beautiful grandfather clock which we had been invited to contribute towards. Finally, I had had enough and sneaked out of class. I had a glass

My most embarrassing memory of high school was two years ago when I was fourteen and I had been in a fight with another girl in the hall between lessons. It was a silly argument really, about some boy we both liked the look of. He was at least two years older than us, though, so it wasn’t like he was boyfriend material or anything. Of course, we were soon separated by some older students and a couple of teachers, and then we both got sent to Mr B’s office, our school principal. Fighting was always a big no-no, so

I proved to be something of a handful for my totally stressed out, but dear, mother whilst growing up, and was very often on the receiving end of a good wallop or two, on reflection probably well deserved. However, this escalated into a full-blown bend over, pants down leathering, not only once but twice; experiences I will never forget. The first time this occurred, I had been playing up a bit in school and the utterly hopeless teacher, who held absolutely no authority over her class, decided to throw the ball into my mother’s court by sending me home with