February 21, 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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May 24, 2015

Residential School Strapping

My name is S and I attended school in Glasgow in the 1960s and 1970s. As such it was a fairly common situation to find yourself on the end of the belt for the slightest of misdemeanours.

I have several recollections dating back to almost my first days at school but in this memory I would like to cover some events that happened while attending a residential school. I would be lying if I could remember the exact reason or purpose of the three weeks spent in this school on the Ayrshire coast but I suspect it had something to do with sounding out young catholic boys who might be rich pickings for the priesthood.

It certainly was not a punishment in its own right as most of my year, and subsequently other years, went on this adventure.

I remember it being in springtime but it was very cold. I believe it was 1970 as one of the clearest memories was pre-decimal currency so this would put the group at around 9 to 10 years old. There was one pre-requisite for attending, I later found out, and that was all attendees must not wet beds. I suppose a fairly straight forward and common sense rule.

May 8, 2015

Big Spring, Texas

A brief report we received tells us a female student received 3 strokes of the paddle for skipping a Friday night class.

May 8, 2015

American reminiscences

I was in the third grade when I first met ping pong paddle discipline. I next received a spanking with that kind of implement four years later. After another two years the ping pong bat style of paddle was replaced by thick wide oak paddles long enough to strike both cheeks.

One day, early one morning, I entered art class to discover a ring of students spanking a girl in PE kit. It was probably an initiation into some club or other. When the girl saw me observing, she ran out in to the hall. Nothing was said by anyone as the rest of the class filed in and the club went out. It was open season on student bodies and all clubs had their own rules for entry.

I think back often to that day, watching her turn with each new smack on her thinly covered bottom to face away from another club member. Often I wonder if she got some satisfaction from it as no doubt did some of the members, especially the middle-aged male teacher.

We had a dress code that required short hair and shaved for boys, dresses and skirts for girls. We mostly complied except for a few sideburns until my sophomore year when a few girls decided to wear tasteful dress pants and shorts that looked like skirts. This led on to the girls wearing jeans like most boys wore.

April 28, 2015

Another leathering

One time we played truant, Mr M gave me 6 strokes of what we called double handers (both hands side by side so one stroke hit both hands) in front of Margaret.

I took 3 before dropping my hands in agony. The other 3 were awful. I was crying and Margaret was shocked.

She reported to Mrs J after lunch in her classroom. Margaret was belted in the corridor, 3 on each hand, hands crossed. She changed hands after each stroke. The noise echoed down the corridor.

Margaret was crying when she came back to class and everyone knew where she had been. She sat with her hands between her thighs for a while; they were shaking. Both our hands were bruised although that was nothing  to what my bottom was that night. Mum leathered me. I was 4 months short of my 16th birthday. The next day I could hardly sit.

Margaret got leathered by her dad. Bent over, her short skirt rode up leaving Margaret taking the belt across her panties and tights. She had 2 belt weals across the back of her thighs, and she really flinched when I touched them.

We went off the school premises at lunch time and sat very uncomfortably in a local park while Margaret re-did her lipstick and had a cigarette, then we walked hand in hand back to school.

April 28, 2015

Girl spanked in class

Margaret was playing up in home economics to her teacher, Miss B After a while Miss B thought enough was enough so she bent Margaret over her knee causing her short skirt to ride up, and spanked her with a wooden spoon. Margaret had red marks on the top of her thighs and on her bottom where the wooden spoon was making a painful contact. It was an all girls class. Margaret said her bottom and the top of her thighs were sore afterwards, she was also very embarrassed. To add to this punishment the rest of the class laughed.


April 24, 2015

A girl cheeks her mother.

This is the story of my girlfriend margarets leathering.

Margaret and I usually walked to school together, but on this day I was getting a lift from my mum. As usual she was running late and we just made school in time. In those days it was an automatic 2 strokes of the belt on each hand for being late. When I reminded mum of that, she reminded me that if I got 2 on the hand at school then I’d also get a few more across my bottom in the evening.

When I tried to say it would be her fault if I was late, she gave me the look which meant: “Enough! Or else!”

I hurried into the classroom and caught up with Margaret at the door. She was wearing a little tight grey panelled skirt, shiny black tights and knee length boots, plus the uniform white shirt and school tie. Her skirt was so short her school blazer was longer. She had blue eye-shadow and sexy pink lipstick.

“Where were you this morning?” She said, slipping her hand into mine.

“Got a lift from mum,” I said.

“I have something to tell you,” she said.

We sat down. Before either of us could say anything, the teacher came in. Margaret crossed her legs but her skirt was so short you could see the tops of her tights. It was a double period of maths and all the way through Margaret kept easing her bottom off the seat. When I caught her eye, she just smiled.

April 21, 2015

Truancy in Scotland

This is picture of my then girlfriend, now wife, Margaret.

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Once, we were playing truant at her house when we were both about to turn sixteen. Unfortunately we were discovered and I received 6 of the belt at school the next day from Mr M. Margaret also got 6 from Mrs J.

With my mum being the headmaster’s secretary, she found out and bent me over the edge of my bed that night for another leathering across my bare backside. I was also grounded for two months.

Margaret took a leathering from her dad but at least she had her skirt on. This happened in the mid seventies in a small town in south west Scotland.


April 7, 2015

A caning in the home – a girl remembers

I am a very submissive woman and have been receiving corporal punishment right from being a little girl. My mum would hand spank me for normal misdemeanours and it would always be across her knee on the bare bottom.  For more serious matters my dad would deal with me and that meant the slipper or belt over my bed. I would cry for ages as the pain was so intense, not to mention the extreme embarrassment of having to pull my panties down in front of him.

The most humiliating time was when I was 17. A friend and I met up with a couple of lads. One had a car as they were older than us, but it wasn’t legal. We were stopped by the police and taken to the police station. I was picked up by a very angry mum and dad who in no uncertain terms told me what I was in for when we got home.

I remember I was sobbing in the car from a severe telling off as we pulled up on the drive. As soon as I exited the car my dad grabbed my arm and frog marched me into the house and through to the living room. I was stood in the centre of the room and told to put my hands on my head whilst mum and dad continued to tell me how disappointed they were, along with a few smacks on the bum to reiterate the points.

March 26, 2015

Detention means worse at home – a girl remembers

I was born in 1969, in the era of school corporal punishment and Beano comics featuring a caning at the end of every story. However, home corporal punishment was also still very popular. I wasn’t a badly behaved girl by any measure, and I only received the odd smack now and again, never anything more. That was until I was 12, and got my one and only detention at school.

Latin was always a struggle for me. I never understood why I had to learn it, or what use it would be for me, but I did try my hardest. Trying my hardest wasn’t good enough on many occasions, however, and my marks in Latin were frequently at the very bottom of the class. It all came to a head halfway through my first year of Secondary school, when I managed to get 0/20 on an assessment. I can still remember my teacher’s exact words, though her face and name have faded from my mind.

“You are going to have detention, little miss, and I am telephoning your parents!”

Everyone in the class laughed at me, and I was made to stand outside for the rest of the lesson, blushing whenever anyone walked past and asked me why I was in disgrace. I was blinded with panic all day, and dreading the detention. In those days, teachers could give detentions for the same day, and so at the end of that day I went to the room where detentions were held, and dutifully did the assigned task; writing lines.

March 19, 2015

The Last School Caning?

My dubious claim to fame is that I might well be the last school girl in England to be legally caned.

I was born into a strictly Catholic family in Nottingham in March 1981. My family has Spanish blood in its ancestry, as evidenced by my maiden name which was Martinez. I was christened Lucy and inherited black hair with dark colouring, presumably from my father’s side of the family. I have two older brothers who also have olive skin colour and we were all regarded as tall, strong children whilst we were growing up. I have always loved sports and have always kept myself in good shape. It’s not for me to say but I think I was generally thought of as a pretty and attractive girl during my early years with no shortage of male attention!

When I was 13 my parents sent me to a traditional fee-paying girls Catholic day school in Nottingham with about 500 pupils. Academic standards were good and there was a high emphasis on sport, particularly team games. Every year that I was at the school I was in the hockey team for my year and I also represented the school and my county at tennis. Discipline was very strict and even though corporal punishment didn’t exist in the vast majority of schools in the 1990s my school did retain this as a sanction during my time there.