February 21st, 2013

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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 24th, 2019

Two girls paddled at school

When I was in junior high, we had gym one afternoon, but I had lost my gym kit and couldn’t find it. My friend, Terri, was helping me look for it and it turned out it had slipped to the back of my locker. We had to run to get to gym class on time, but didn’t quite make it and were late.

Unfortunately, it hadn’t been the first time we, and others, had been late and so the gym coach obviously decided to make an example of us. She told us to get changed quickly and she will deal with this during class. This didn’t encourage us as to what the outcome would be, as the coach used the paddle quite freely. Sure enough, halfway through the class she made the point that she expected us to be there on time and that two girls who had been late were going to get the paddle.

She told us to go into her office while she set the class to do some laps round the gym. After she joined us in there, she got out a paddle and told Terri to bend over. My friend did and got three resounding swats on the back of her thin gym shorts. She yelped, burst into tears and did a little dance clutching her bottom.
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April 24th, 2019

Family spankings

I grew up in the 1980s and 1990s, and while spanking was, I think, still in common practice in my neighborhood, it had already gotten a certain stigma attached to it, mainly from well-intentioned liberals who could not differentiate between abuse and discipline that came from a loving place. My folks were, and are, progressive liberals with strong social consciences, but they also are very old-fashioned in their beliefs on raising kids.

All of us, I am the oldest of four, with a younger sister and two younger brothers, were spanked into our mid-teens. To be clear, our parents were heavily involved in our lives and provided, sometimes at great sacrifice from them, all that we could ask, both materially and emotionally. We were always cared for and knew that we were loved. Equally, they were clear on expectations and consequences, and there was no ambiguity or inconsistency in either.

As I said, the stigma attached to parental spanking meant that it was not discussed in the open and never outside the family. I often felt like I was the only teen in the world who was still getting her bare bottom spanked, and that often felt very lonely and isolating. It was comforting, at least, that I had a set of cousins, the children of my mom’s sister, who also grew up in a spanking household and whose parents shared the same views on it as my parents did.
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April 24th, 2019

A boy’s third year grammar school punishments

The third year at Grammar school is best described as a disaster for me. I was thirteen at the start and turned fourteen a few weeks into the first term. I was a true hormone charged teenager and it showed. The accounts below are as I remember it though the names are changed. The descriptions of the teachers are accurate as I kept a diary and recorded the details.

My first caning was in the very first week of the year. I was in a Latin lesson with a new teacher. Miss Harvey was newly qualified and determined to start as she meant to go on. She gave us a test to see the level of our knowledge. I was struggling with Latin so decided to cheat and had my text book with the answers hidden under my desk. All was going well until the book slipped and landed on the floor.

Miss Harvey noticed and told everyone to stand up. A couple more books slipped as the class stood up. Miss Harvey told all three of us to stand silently until everyone had finished. She collected in the answers and then told everyone that the three cheats had scored no marks and would now be punished in front of the class. We were called to the front; there were two boys and one girl.
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April 24th, 2019

American holiday spankings

When I was about 16 my parents took me and my two younger sisters to visit our cousins in America. Transatlantic crossings were not as plentiful as today but my father managed to wangle some tickets for us all via his business interests. The idea was that part of the time we should stay with our aunt and uncle (and our cousins) for a week while mum and dad attended a business conference. Then mum and dad would join us for the rest of the time.

When we got there we were delighted to see our cousins, two girls of nearly our age and a younger boy. Aunt and uncle informed us we will be staying in a chalet next to a lake where we could swim, which seemed great as the weather was lovely. So mum and dad set off for the business conference while we went to the chalet with aunt and uncle and cousins.

We had a great time and met some boys who were staying nearby. It was fun, although very innocent by today’s standards. However, on about the third day the boys invited us to come for a midnight swim. This seemed to my older cousin and me too good an opportunity to miss, but of course our younger sisters wanted to come in on it too. We left out our boy cousin as he was sleeping with his parents anyway. So that night after aunt and uncle were asleep, we five girls slipped out in our bikinis at midnight to meet the boys for a midnight swim.
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April 23rd, 2019

A boy’s canings at school

During my second year at Grammar school, I got caned three times, same as the previous year. I had graduated into long trousers and felt a man now. I turned thirteen during the first term in 1964 and became a teenager. I was also more aware of girls and ladies. The accounts below are as I remember it, though the names are changed. The descriptions of the teachers are accurate as I kept a diary and recorded the details.

My first term passed uneventfully and I did not get caned. In the second term, I got my first caning. I slammed my hymn book closed very loudly at the end of assembly one day, as part of a coordinated prank. The deputy Headmaster, who was taking assembly, did not see the joke and told the offenders to stand up. Several kids stood, mainly second years but a couple of first years and four third years. There were six girls included. The deputy Headmaster dismissed the assembly but told us to stay.

When the assembly had dispersed, most of the teachers left, except the deputy Headmaster and the Senior Mistress. Mr Brown, the deputy Headmaster, told us he was disappointed in our actions and that he was going to cane us all. Mrs Broadbent, the Senior Mistress, started taking our names so our caning would be recorded later. Mr Brown left and soon returned with two crook-handled, medium size canes. At this point the first years and some girls started sobbing.
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April 18th, 2019

Spankings with a switch

I grew up in the 1980s, so spanking was still pretty common. My father was the disciplinarian in the family and was often quick to jump right to spanking when my sister or I got in trouble. From around age 4 till I was about 11, if spanked he would likely use his hand or a belt, but occasionally it would be a switch. From age 11 till my last at age 14 it was more often a belt, occasionally his hand, and again occasionally the switch.

When he would use a switch, which was probably about 5 or 6 times growing up for me, he would normally get it himself and most times if the switch was chosen it was because we were camping or otherwise doing an outside event like fishing. He did occasional choose the switch when at home if he was mad enough. I feel as though the switchings at home were a little worse because he picked them from a bush which seemed to produce a worse sting than one chosen from whichever tree might be nearby.

On a couple occasions, I was told to get the switch myself. I remember camping one weekend when I was 9 and I had talked back and disobeyed one too many times. My dad and I were both sitting at the picnic table and he pulled out his pocket-knife and told me to go cut a switch off one of the trees behind us. I didn’t want to do this, but at the same time I was too afraid to not obey.
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April 18th, 2019

Corporal punishment for a First Form boy

I survived my first term at grammar school unscathed. But that did not stop me having close shaves. Two detentions in one term, another would have meant six of the best from the Headmaster. In the second term, however, I found out that six of the best on the bottom was easily earned. All teachers could administer up to six strokes of the cane, and most frequently did.

Despite the fact I was a cheeky lad, I survived the term, which was more than most did. The accounts below are as I remember it, though the names are changed. The descriptions of the teachers are accurate as I kept a diary and recorded the details.

I had a new teacher for maths that term, called Mrs Dobson. She was in her late 20s, petite, short black hair, glasses and wore loose-fitting dresses and low-heeled shoes. She did not fit into the standard teacher mould at this school. Also, she was not good at classroom discipline either.

On the day in question, I started chatting in class and got told off and given one hundred lines. Near the end of the lesson, Mrs Dobson told us to copy some work from the board.

I shouted out: “Why,” without thinking.
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April 18th, 2019

A spanking interrupted by the phone

When one of us girls had earned a spanking at home, mum used to take us into the dining room, pull up a chair and sit on it, then lecture us before putting us over her knee. She would then adjust our clothing to make sure the spanking had maximum effect. The room would then reverberate to a mixture of smacks and yells until mum felt that our bottoms had paid the penalty for our misdeeds. We always had an awful sinking feeling when we entered the room knowing that, when we emerged, we would be very sorry young ladies with bottoms that felt as though they had sat on a bonfire!

Now, the thing about the room was that the phone was there. I don’t know why it was plugged into the dining room, but that’s the way it happened. So, there were a few incidents when the phone intervened, just before we were due to get our spanking.

When I was about 14, I was once over her knee, eyes firmly on the carpet and skirting board, bare bum high in the air awaiting the descent of the slipper, when the phone rang.

Mum picked up the phone but kept me over her knee, affectionately patting my bottom as she said, “Yes! I see. I think so. OK, we’ll do that then.”
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April 18th, 2019

Spanked by her cousin

Of all my cousins, I loved Timmy the best. He was great fun and we used to play together often when we were younger. He was just a year older than me and acted like an older brother. We got into quite a bit of mischief and collected a few hot bottoms on the way (from parental wrath) as the price of our fun.

By the time I got to age 15, Timmy was some way between an older brother and a boyfriend. I could never quite decide. We used to like holding hands and gave each other the occasional kiss, but it never went beyond that. Timmy was not at all embarrassed about being seen with me, even when his friends were around. In fact, I think he liked having a pretty girl on his arm!

One day, we were in the basement of his parents’ house for the afternoon. My dad was away at the time and my sisters and Timmy’s sister had gone with our moms to town. I could have gone with them, but I chose to stay with Timmy who wanted to watch a ballgame that afternoon while his dad did some jobs in the yard.

I soon got bored with the game and decided to amuse myself by teasing my cousin. So I went up behind him and put my hands over his eyes.
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April 18th, 2019

A boy’s primary school punishments

I moved to Primary School in 1959 at the age of seven. I was there for four years and managed to only get two corporal punishments in that time. The accounts below are as I remember it though the names are changed. The first was in my second year there at the age of nine. I was chatting a lot as usual and got warned. Later in the lesson, Miss Walker had to warn me again for the same thing. I did not learn though and carried on chatting, so Miss Walker told me to stand outside the classroom.

At the end of the lesson, Miss Walker invited me in and told me to follow her. We walked along the corridor to the Deputy Headmistress’s office and Miss Walker knocked. She went in, leaving me outside. After a few minutes I was called in. The Deputy Headmistress, Mrs Carter, was sat behind her desk.

She asked me why I kept chatting and I could offer no answer. Mrs Carter stood up and told me I was to be caned for disrupting lessons. She told me that she had received reports from other teachers as well, and it was time I learnt a lesson. Mrs Carter was a tall lady, well built and always dressed in a brown suit and brown high heeled shoes. She was in her fifties and always had her hair in a bun.
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