February 21st, 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.

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September 15th, 2019

Schoolboy punishments in Scotland

I attended an Ayrshire primary and secondary school in the 1960s, when corporal punishment was still in vogue. On this particular morning, as an eight year old, I was playing by myself in an area that was technically out of bounds for pupils. It was on the main pathway leading to the main reception area for the primary end of the school, and was immediately adjacent to the playground separated by a knee-high wall.

I was only there for minutes when the main reception door opened and I was beckoned by the headmaster to come into the reception area. He, Mr Reid, was a very tall man who had a reputation for being strict, and I was gripped with dread as I obeyed the summons without question. He questioned why I was playing in the wrong area and not in the playground, but I was tongue-tied with fear and could give no real answer.

The reception area was a main thoroughfare in the school but, fortunately for me, things were quite quiet at that time, save for the janitor who Mr Reid, the headmaster, had been talking to.

After scolding me for being out of bounds, he puzzled me by telling me to turn around. Then he told me to walk forward, then told me to stop. I was then instructed to touch my toes, which I stupidly found confusing, never having been asked to do so before, and I remember wondering if this was in some way seeking some kind of penance.

September 13th, 2019

Cult school spankings

It was now late November of 1958. This was the year I began to suspect something was odd about the way Bishop M conducted the spanking sessions, but due to the times, my young age, and the atmosphere of being in a isolated religious cult, I did not realize that he was getting his kinks from spanking us. He just made us do strange things, as will be noted in this story and the next few.

In our school, we went to school from 8:00 am to 3:00 pm Monday through Friday. Most of the time, we had to wear uniforms that consisted of the following:

Boys: Dark blue slacks with a white dress shirt, black socks and black loafer shoes.

Girls: Blue/Black/White plaid skirt with a white blouse and white ankle dress socks with black shoes that had one strap that you buckled.

Today was different in that we were having our pictures taken for the school. So today we got to wear our dresses we wore for Sunday’s services. Mine was a medium blue with a yellow bow. Cathy’s was red and white checkered with a red bow.

It was just after lunch period, around 12:15 pm or so, and my friend, Cathy, sixth grader, Sandi, and I were told to go to Bishop Montgomery’s office.

September 12th, 2019

Spankings in the cult school

While some might argue that ‘bishop’ M was just doing his job in spanking us, I have no doubt he enjoyed these sessions. If he had wanted just to give us correction, he could have really busted our tails. Instead, he gave us a lot of light swats with a light paddle that stung, but really did not hurt; that is, when he did not use his hand. I think he did things the way he did because he liked being in control.

In our cult compound school, we went to school from 8:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m. Monday through Friday. We had to wear uniforms that consisted of the following:

Boys: Dark blue slacks with a white dress shirt, black socks and black loafer shoes.

Girls: Blue, black and white plaid skirt with a white blouse, and white ankle dress socks with black Mary Jane shoes that had one strap that you buckled.

It was approximately November of 1957 when trouble found its way to me again. It was about 2:00 p.m. and I was in ‘sister’ G’s 4th grade class. Beside me was my good friend, Cathy. Marisa was sitting behind her, and Geri was in front. In front of me was Paula.

When ‘Sister’ G left the room for a moment, Marisa, with a devious look on her face, said: “Let’s go hide in the storage closet.”

September 12th, 2019

More cult memories

It was around the ages of 9 or 10 that I began to feel strange feelings. In the cult environment I was raised in, you had no one to talk to or ask about these sensations. As I have read elsewhere, we were groomed for this and I have zero doubt ‘the bishop’ enjoyed spanking us. Instead of hitting us real hard for a few times, he would give us many, many light whacks, something he sometimes called a ‘slow roasting’ or a ‘bottom warming’.

My parents immigrated from Germany in 1957. I was born in 1963 and in 1966 my parents were killed in a car accident. I became custody of the state authorities and was placed in a ‘Christian’ orphanage. This place became my home, school and church.

Spanking was a very common occurrence and my first memory of it that stuck in my head was walking down the hallway to the lunchroom and seeing a boy in an adjourning hallway bending over a chair being paddled. I remember the noise of his crying would fluctuate every time he was struck. My 1st grade teacher was not much of a spanker, but my 2nd grade teacher was an avid participator.

When it was determined you had done something bad you would be called up to the front where you had to bend over her lap and she would lift up your dress, then hit you 4 to 6 times with great force. I received this punishment at least 25 times during the year.

September 12th, 2019

Religious cult spankings

Up until I fled the compound in 1976, I was part of a religious cult where you were often married off to a ‘bishop’ by the time you were 15.

We were in a compound located in Hillsdale, Arizona. I was born in 1948 and spent the next 28 years there. Many reports have been released regarding the perversion of the church leaders in regards to punishment. I have written some accounts of my encounters with being spanked and how in some strange way, I came to like it some.

It was approximately two months after my first night session when I would again feel the wrath of Mr M’s hard smacking hand. Around 7:45 pm he came into the 1st to 3rd grade living quarters for his nightly inspection and began to scope out the sleeping areas. After two minutes or so, he asked in his gruff voice: “Who’s bed is this?” pointing at my bunk.

“It’s mine,” I said, and I knew immediately I was in trouble. I did not make my bed up after I had awakened that morning, which was against the church’s regulations.

He said: “Rachel, come with me and don’t argue,” as we walked to the doorway.

He stopped until I had walked in front of him, and he proceeded to point toward his office.

August 28th, 2019

Girl spanked with leather belt

Several years ago I started dating a woman named Becky. We were both in our early 40s. We were in a restaurant and a couple of teenagers were being rude and disrespectful near us.

Becky said to me: “I don’t know what it is with kids today. Most of them act as if they need a good spanking.”

This kinda really caught me off guard. I had always had an interest in spanking for as long as I could remember, and her bringing this up kind of struck a nerve instantly.

I asked her if she was spanked growing up.

She said she got a few ‘good whippings’ from her dad growing up. “Pretty much just when I really needed it,” she said.

I was kinda dumbfounded. I was really interested in what she was saying but didn’t want to seem turned on by it or act weird about it.

I asked how old she was when she last got in bad trouble with her dad.

“Probably 16,” she said. “I came home late one afternoon from being out with my friends. I could tell something wasn’t right when I got home. My mom and dad both seemed agitated about something. I went to my room. I could hear my mom talking to my two younger brothers about going to town. I came out of my room and asked if I could ride along also.

August 24th, 2019

Making a Public Example of a Miscreant

I attended a mixed sex comprehensive school in the North West of England from 1968 to 1973.  It had an upper and lower school on different sites, with the lower school catering for the first 2 years; those aged 11 and 12 respectively at the start of each year. Until shortly before I attended, it had been a fairly prestigious grammar school and my year was one of the early comprehensive intakes. Many of the students at the Upper School were still from the grammar school along with most of their teachers. The Lower School had been a secondary modern, and most of those teachers were still there as well, so far as I could gather.

The Lower School had its own Headmaster (and Deputy). The middle school (13-15) and Upper School (5th & 6th form) did also, but they were both at the Upper School site and so were co-located with the Headmaster for the whole establishment. Consequently, it seemed the Lower School Head had more autonomy because the overall Head never seemed to visit the Lower School: at least I never saw him.

It was pretty standard for its time and discipline was, for the most part, fair and reasonably liberal by standards of the time.  Detentions were given out for such things as late arrivals, and assignments, lines mainly, for minor infractions, late homework etc.

August 21st, 2019

Punishments in primary school

The following doesn’t relate to any specific incident, but just explains how boys and girls naughty enough to be reported to the headmistress at my primary school were punished back in the 1970s.

When I was at primary school, spankings, for the most part, were given by the headmistress. The occasional smack on the bottom would sometimes be given in class, but this wasn’t that common. Anyone reported to the headmistress, or unlucky enough to be caught in the corridor if sent out from class, was duly summoned to be dealt with in the lunch break. This was bad enough if you got into trouble in the morning, but if you were in trouble in the afternoon the situation was compounded by an anxious wait until the following day for your punishment.

Anyone waiting for punishment had to line up in the corridor outside a particular classroom until she came along and called everyone in. Sometimes you’d be the only one (I hated that) but usually there would be 3 or 4. The most I remember lining up were 8 of us. I can’t remember why there were so many but can only assume a group got into trouble.

While boys were the worst offenders, girls certainly weren’t exempt. When in the classroom, you lined up against the wall and listened to a general telling- off. You were then called out one at a time to explain your specific behaviour. You would then go over her knee for spanking, or have to bend over a desk for the slipper.

August 20th, 2019

A boy gets the parental spanking he knows he deserves

By the time I was 8, I was no stranger to being up in my room, over dad’s knee with my trousers and pants around my ankles. Whilst I am sure they were deserved, I never felt like that at the time.

This changed, though, when I started to feel genuinely bad about some, but not all, of the things I did. On this occasion, I was running through the house to go out when my coat sleeve hooked a vase off the shelf in the hall. Mum came through at the sound of breaking china and was visibly upset when she saw what had happened. It had belonged to her mother and wasn’t worth anything as such, but had sentimental value.

She didn’t shout at me, she didn’t even tell me off. She just checked I was ok and started clearing the mess up. I was confused by any lack of reprisal and went to my room, because that’s just what I thought I should do. A while later, Dad came up to see me. Again, no telling off but a gentle chat about not running in the house and I now knew why, also reminding me how upset mum was.

I was sent down to apologise. She wasn’t especially forgiving but didn’t have a go at me either. She just suggested I stay in my room for a bit. I duly went back up. I knew Dad was still there and I thought I knew what was coming. Again though, just a few more gentle words and he got up to leave. I must have had a very puzzled look on my face as he asked what I was thinking. I asked if I was in trouble and he said I wasn’t popular but I wasn’t in trouble. After all, it had been an accident. I had quite expected my trousers to be coming down. Whilst this was a relief, it sort of didn’t feel right either.

August 19th, 2019

A first Taste of the Slipper

I was at a primary school in a leafy London suburb during the 1950s and 1960s, and a lot of my reading at home had included various incidents of school punishments ranging from Little Noddy getting the slipper to Billy Bunter being caned by Mr Quelch.

I was, quite honestly, fearful of being beaten before I even set foot in the door of the school at age 7. Prior to that I had gone to a private infants school run by two very gentle spinsters who never administered more than a token smack on the back of the hand.

All went well for the first year or so, then things changed.

Our regular teacher, Miss O, who became Mrs B, was away and the fearsome Mr S took our class. He had to leave the classroom for a brief period but warned us to remain silent until he returned. I shared a desk with Geoffery who had some wine gums in his side of the desk. When he looked in the desk he found there was a black one missing. He accused me of taking it. I protested my innocence and, during the time we were arguing, Mr S walked past the room on his way to returning to the class.