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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December 7th, 2018

Two girls are slippered

It was when I was about 14 or 15 that I formed a friendship with a pretty girl called Maria, who was quite new to the school. It was quite an unlikely one as she was a model pupil, the sort who seemed always to avoid detention or the slipper, unlike some of us who were rather naughtier. Unfortunately, I have to say that one time she got the slipper it was partly my fault.

We were having a rather boring lesson with the teacher droning on and on with this text, when we came to a bit in the text which seemed to be a bit rude, if you took it to have a double meaning. I whispered it to Maria who started to giggle, and that set me off giggling too.

The teacher told us to stop being silly, but we had really got the giggles and ended up by being sent out the room. Now the teacher concerned was pretty soft and we might have escaped punishment if our form teacher, Ms C, hadn’t happened to come down the corridor as we were standing outside the room.

She enquired what we were doing there and then went in to have a word with the teacher. When she emerged she told us to report to her at break. Ms C was a dab hand with the slipper and we rejoined the class rather more soberly. In fact Maria looked close to tears.

November 18th, 2018

Class slippering at secondary school

During my first year at secondary school we had a very nice young form teacher called Miss King (not her real name), who we all loved in spite of, or maybe because of, the fact she was unfailingly strict. She had a slipper which she was not afraid to bring out to whack a naughty girl’s bottom with. I was one of the first, together with a friend, to receive the honour of bending over for a whacking which combined a springy slipper with a very athletic arm and left you with a bottom on which you felt you could fry an egg.

During the first term, several girls had to bend over for Miss King’s slipper, but during the second term came an incident where we all as a class did something to earn her displeasure. That term we had a student teacher who frankly hadn’t a clue about teaching or keeping order. We invented an insulting nickname for her and generally played her up as only kids can, until one day she ran out of the classroom in tears.

Miss King, even though she probably knew the student was hopeless, was predictably furious with us for our misbehaviour and told us we were getting a special detention at the end of the week at which we needed to bring our gym kit. She taught us for PE and it seemed quite logical that a class detention with her would be doing PE. When the evening came after school, two girls had forgotten their kit and they were made to stand in the corner of the gym with their noses to the wall. The rest of us were involved in running laps and some pretty strenuous activity. Of course, we were young and found it quite fun, especially with Miss King.

November 12th, 2018

Car ride punishment

One of my earlier spanking memories, possibly around age six, occurred when I was messing with my mother while she was driving. While sitting behind her, I began incessantly poking her and tickling her. She jokingly threatened a spanking, which in turn made me uncomfortable/mad (how dare she!) so I ramped up my behavior. I attempted to cover her eyes and said some mean things to her, which I have long since forgotten. She then told me she was going to slap my bum for real.

She pulled over into a rest stop parking lot and got in the back. I was wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants. She unbuckled my seatbelt and pulled my pants down, revealing my white cotton brief undies with animal designs on them. She put me over her lap and spanked my cotton covered butt hard. I was too stunned to protest at first, and she kept spanking away, delivering slap after slap to my plump six year old buns. Her hand came down quite hard on my undies, and I began to whine. After maybe 20 spanks, I broke into tears. She reached for my waistband and yanked it down, tugged the fabric over my thighs and down below my knees. She pulled my torso back onto her lap, spreading my legs, and began to spank my now burning bare bottom with renewed vigor. With another 20 or so spanks in the bag, she switched to my sit spots and thighs, alternating with no particular pattern. At this point I was wailing and bawling my eyes off, and with a total of approximately 60 spanks, she figured I had had enough. 

November 9th, 2018

A girl’s first slippering at secondary school

My first slippering at secondary school came from Miss King (not her real name), who was a very bright young teacher who we all loved dearly. She was our form teacher and also had us for PE and games during our first year.

That particular day, my friend and I were caught talking during assembly and made to stand up in front of the whole school, which was highly embarrassing.  

We were terrified the head teacher would cane us but after scolding us she told us our form mistress would deal with us. We had Miss King for PE that day but she didn’t say anything to my friend and I until the end of the lesson when she told us off for talking. She then produced an old gym slipper and told us both to touch our toes, which we did, and received four stinging whacks each on our bottoms, which brought the tears to our eyes. She then gave us a hug and told us we were both good kids but to behave ourselves in future.

Of course, when we went to change the other girls were very curious about our red faces and even redder bottoms! So showering and changing were very embarrassing. But at least we escaped detention.

October 7th, 2018

Schoolgirl strapped

This is a true account of a severe strapping I received at school when I was in fourth year. I was about 16 and a little madam. I was waiting on Garry one cold winter’s day at lunch time. I knew school rules were; no one inside the glass doors. The toilets were in the girls’ entrance but nobody was allowed through the doors. It was so cold and I had the shortest skirt on as usual and it was nice and warm in there, so I thought no one will see me. It’s just for a short time.

I was daydreaming and didn’t notice Mrs Anhoury coming down the stairs. I wasn’t her favourite pupil.

“Margaret, what are you doing in here? You know school rules forbid it.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“I was cold, miss. I’m just leaving.”

“So you think you can just swan in and out when you are cold, do you?”

I shrugged my shoulders again.

“You are an insolent brat. I think you can come with me to my classroom and at least your fingers will be warm when you go out,” she said.

She started to walk away. I just stood there.

“Come with me, girl. You’re just making it worse for yourself.”

She then walked back and caught me by the arm.

October 3rd, 2018

Girl slippered in school

Like many kids of my generation I got the slipper in school a number of times. One of those times happened when we had a very nice young teacher called Miss K who took us for PE and games. If the weather was fine it was held outside in the playground, but this particular day it was pouring with rain so she had arranged for us to do some country dancing in the hall. It was a Friday afternoon and we were all a bit restive, and the boys obviously were not too keen on dancing.

Anyway, she got us in groups and put a record on the player (vinyl in those days) and told us to hold hands and dance in circles for a start. From this, she told us a few more moves which we practised to the record. However, the boys were starting to mess around and us girls were being drawn along with it. So Miss K gave a warning that there would be trouble if anyone else misbehaved. Unfortunately, a couple of our boys in our group did not take the warning seriously and our circle collapsed because we whirled round too fast. As we were dancing next to the record player, we knocked into it and the stylus went right across the record.

October 1st, 2018

School caning in the Caribbean

I’m in the 5th form at a school on a large Caribbean island.  I’ve lived here for three years and am one of the few European teenagers I know who go to a local school. My school does have the cane, though it is rarely used.  Unfortunately, it was recently used on me. I imagine not many European born teenagers have experienced being caned in 2018.

My father is English, my mother is French. I was raised in France at a British school until we moved here.

I am actually one of those girls who rarely get into trouble, especially at school. One of the reasons, I’m sure, is that, like most schools on the island, the cane is still used as pretty much the ultimate sanction. Any student right up to leaving age (18) can be caned if a teacher feels it’s warranted.

Students can be caned for:

  1. a) Cheating
  2. b) Fighting
  3. c) Swearing or other abusive behaviour towards a teacher
  4. d) Doing something that does or is likely to cause a danger to themselves or others
  5. e) Have received multiple detentions and warnings about bad behaviour and you haven’t corrected it.

Canings are rare but they do happen from time to time, perhaps more so with the boys than the girls. Boys are caned across the seat of their trousers; girls are always caned on the weaker or non-writing hand. There are four teachers authorised to cane, two male and two female. Boys are caned by male teachers and girls by female teachers. Neither the head teacher nor parents have to be consulted before a caning.

September 21st, 2018

Girls are slippered

I was brought up in Walsall in the West Midlands and I worked my way through our local school from Infants, Juniors and, after failing my eleven plus, to Seniors. This was a real culture shock. A lot of my friends had gone to other schools and I was alone in this strange place with strict male teachers, homework, the strap and slipper for children who broke the lots of unwritten rules in the classrooms.

Girls sat one side of the room and boys the other, with the brightest at the front and less bright children at the rear. There was little interaction between boys and girls, with girls having their own playground and school entrance.

Punishments were frequent, with boys being hauled to the front of the room for the slipper or, for more serious punishments, sent to the headmaster for the strap. Girls, however, were treated differently. They were given lines to write out and, very occasionally, they were sent with a note to the senior mistress, Mrs H, only to return after twenty minutes with a red face. They then sat quietly for the rest of the day.

We boys were never able to find out what had happened to them. Boys questioned sisters, but all that came back was that girls just got lines.

September 7th, 2018

Childhood spanking

I was brought up in a small town on the west coast of Scotland. In 1966, at the age of 11, I enjoyed a fairly normal if strict childhood. The usual punishment was loss of freedom, with spanking, or smacking as it was known, reserved as the ultimate sanction.

There were about four occasions on which I was spanked. This story is about the most memorable.

That day I had done something wrong and so I was told that I wasn’t allowed out. This was terrible as I knew my friend, let’s calls him Bill, was going to call. I waited upstairs, watching from my window, to try and meet him before he pressed the front door bell, thereby alerting my parents, who would have told him to come back tomorrow.

Sure enough, I spotted Bill wandering down the street. The time was around 7.45. Normally, I would have been allowed out until 9.00. I rushed down, stopped Bill ringing the doorbell and before I could explain Bill showed me a half-crown (about 12.5 pence Sterling) which he had been given by his gran.

His plan was to go to the local cafe and there buy two (one each!) ice cream floats which was a frothy combination of ice cream and Coca-Cola. I then explained that I was not allowed out. Bill said this was not a problem as we would be back before it was noticed that I had gone.

September 2nd, 2018

A boy caned in the lower sixth form

I went to an all boys grammar school in West Yorkshire in the 1970s. My journey through the first five years was pretty uneventful. I had my good and favourite subjects, and my not so favourite subjects. I avoided any serious trouble and, although corporal punishment was standard for some offences, my own experiences were limited to being smacked in front of the class twice in the first form and one slippering from the gym teacher in the fifth form. It was a given that I was going to continue my education into the sixth form and my choice of A levels would have been Maths, French and Physics. That mix of sciences and arts was apparently going to make scheduling difficult, and also my father thought Chemistry was going to be a better choice than French. Although I had no real interest in chemistry, I was probably going to pass my O level so bowed to the pressure to take it at A level as well.

As it turned out, my sixth form chemistry teacher, Mrs Bradley, was also to be my form mistress for the next two years. It wasn’t long into the first term when she asked me to stay behind after class. She was less than impressed with my homework and asked me to repeat it and hand it in again the following day, which I duly, but reluctantly, did. A few weeks later, I was in her bad books again. During the course of a lesson she asked me a question which I was unable to answer. This was quickly followed by a second question which I was also unable to answer, my embarrassment causing some amusement to the rest of the class. That only served to further her annoyance and I was duly sent to stand outside in the corridor. As the rest of the class filed out at the end of the lesson, I was called back in and asked if there was any particular reason I was wasting my own time and hers. It was one of those questions that didn’t have a worthwhile answer so I offered what was perhaps a fairly unconvincing apology. Nevertheless, it seemed to have been accepted and I left thinking that was the end of the matter.