February 21, 2013

Welcome…

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: chasyoung3@yahoo.com

 

September 14, 2014

What Did It Feel Like?

An account by Pam Dumont concerning her 1976 paddling at the Elyria, NY, high school, another real-life experience provided by Megan.

What Did It Feel Like?

This was the question many people asked me when they learned I had been paddled at school. Obviously they themselves had never been paddled, or they would have known the answer! How did it feel? Basically, it hurt. A lot!

A school paddling was different from a home spanking, and the pain was different. I admit I had my share of spankings from Mom (boy, did I), but her stinging spanks with the hairbrush on my bare butt did not prepare me for the grand slams applied to the seat of my skirt by the school principal.

For those who are not familiar with my story “I Volunteered For a Paddling,” which was my first post on EP, I do not want to go into the mundane background here because you can read it for yourselves. In a nutshell, I skipped a math class, which I hated anyway, to smoke a cigarette in the girls’ room. I was caught by a no-nonsense teacher, who confiscated my cigarettes and reported me to the principal. Next morning during home room I was called down via the intercom to the front office.
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September 14, 2014

6th Grade Trouble

Jenny Hill’s experience, kindly passed to us by Megan.

About a week or two before school started in the Fall, the school would post lists on the front doors of the school showing which students were being assigned to which teachers for the year. Once it was known that the lists were up, usually the older kids wouldn’t wait until the official ‘back to school’ orientation evening where the parents could meet the teachers but would instead get on their bikes and go up to the school to see the lists early.

The week before I started 6th Grade, my friend, Stacey, called me and said that her mother had passed by the school and noticed that the lists were up. After checking with my mother, I got on my bicycle and rode to the school to meet my friend and check out the list. We arrived at almost the same time and both raced up to see the lists. There were four 6th Grade teachers and we both hoped to get one teacher who was known to be a friendly teacher.

We scanned her list first and didn’t see our names. We then looked at our second choice and again were disappointed.

“Oh no!” Stacey said.
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August 4, 2014

Caned by her employer

My name is Julie Baker and I was born in Edinburgh in March 1956 and subsequently brought up in the same city. My father is Scottish and was a well known GP in Edinburgh before he retired. My mother is Swedish and came to the UK in the 1950s to train to be a nurse. I was an only child and I benefited from a solidly middle class upbringing and the stability provided by two loving parents. From the age of 12 my parents sent me to a private day school for girls in Edinburgh. I was not academic but I excelled at sports, representing the school in netball, hockey and badminton. I was very rarely in any kind of trouble at home or school and by the time I was 16 had not experienced any kind of physical punishment.

One gift that I inherited from my mother was her Swedish good looks. My hair was, and still is, the colour of bleached straw and my skin is pale but with a nice warm tone. I am tall and most people have tended to regard me as beautiful in a kind of ‘windswept beach’ type of way. When I was 16 I was in great shape with long slim shapely legs, a lean rounded bottom and firm breasts all topped off with what others tell me is a pretty face.
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August 4, 2014

Warrensburg, Missouri 1995, school paddling

A second high school paddling for Nikki, for smoking.

There Was No Choosing This Time. There was only three forms of punishment at the school. They had suspension, of course. There was the pit. Which was the same as ISS at other schools except the room you went to had no A/C or heat and was flat out miserable. Then there was a spanking with the paddle.

Like most teenagers, I smoked. I didn’t smoke at school but I did right before, and as soon as I could get out to my car. I carried my pack in my purse. I don’t know why I carried them. I could very well have left them in my car.

Once I got caught at the lunch table with my pack sitting in my purse. A teacher stopped to talk to us and just so happened to look in my purse and saw my pack. I was busted.

I followed the teacher down to my assistant principal’s office. I knew the drill and took a seat outside her office and waited till I was called on. The teacher left her office and it wasn’t long I was called in. I went and sat in one of the two chairs in front of her desk. I knew I was in some pretty good trouble with her. I had already paid her a visit that week for PDA and here I am again on Friday.
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August 4, 2014

Missouri middle school paddling c.1990

(Nikki’s Account)

First Paddling 

I made it though elementary school without getting a spanking at school. Many times I was threatened that it would be used on me, but I managed  to behave well enough not to justify a paddling. I heard a few boys get swats in the hall. I felt sorry for them. It had to be embarrassing.

When the 7th grade started we had moved to a new district. It was pretty common knowledge that most teachers had a paddle in their class. You didn’t have to be sent to the principal’s office or to the gym to get a spanking. You could be sent to the hall and it was taken care of right away. The loud cracks of the paddle from the hall would make you want to behave.

I had a friend named Jessica, and she was my best friend. We had only one class together and sat beside each other in it. The class was taught by the boys basketball coach. It wasn’t his classroom. He just used it that period and then he would move to a different room. He would push a cart full of his class materials to each room. In that cart he always had a paddle out where it could be seen. He had a reputation with the boys to give super hard swats and everyone feared getting them.
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August 4, 2014

Ashley’s Oxford, Mississippi School Paddling (April 2010)

(As told by Mr C to Megan L.)

Ashley

Ashley was new to Lafayette High School. She was new to Mississippi too. Being from New York, she thought she was much better than us backward rednecks. Many of the students thought Ashley was pretty much a snob and avoided her even more for her attitude. But the boys couldn’t help but stop and stare when she walked by. That only added fuel to her fire of arrogance.

So the day she got her comeuppance is something of a legend in Oxford, Mississippi. Since I was the teacher that gave that young lady her attitude adjustment, I think I am best suited to tell the tale. Though the local boys have their own astonishing version (with many highs and lows) I am only here to give the unbiased version, or at least as unbiased as I get.

To be honest, I really think the girl needed to be taken down a peg or two. Yes, I may have enjoyed it a bit more than I enjoy the average discipline session. Well, okay, a LOT more! It does not help that Ashley is a lovely girl. She really is, but that didn’t make me go any easier on her. In fact, I dare say I held nothing back. After all she certainly did everything in her power to deserve it.
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August 1, 2014

High School Paddling in Florida, early 1990’s

Another account kindly passed on to us by Megan L.

Don’t be late for class at Jefferson High School.

My name is Laura and I wanted to share my experience with corporal punishment, which was very common when I attended school. I will try my best to share my memory as it has been many years since my last high school paddling, although certainly not my last at home.

I must have been around 15 years old, because the incident happened with my BF, who had to be 16 since it involved a drive in his car for an unauthorized lunch break from school at the local Mickey D’s. A little back ground on me, being as honest as I can, I rarely got into trouble at school, making good grades, got along with my teachers, had a lot of friends and actually enjoyed my life at school.

While I did receive a couple of detentions at school, for tardies (talking too much in the hall between classes, passing notes and talking in class) I was never in serious trouble. By high school, corporal punishment was really reserved for serious misbehavior that rose to the level of suspension. High School in those days included grades 10 through 12, and in those days, parents could submit a form excusing their child from corporal punishment. However, no form was sent home seeking permission, and if the parents didn’t make the request, I assume it was understood the parent had no objection if their child received corporal punishment instead of suspension. I have no idea how many students were excused from CP, but my parents, and the parents of my friends all were pro-spanking parents which was a common punishment used at the time.
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July 31, 2014

Kansas in mid-to-late 1970’s, Tina’s Account of senior Prank Day Paddling

Another account kindly provided by Megan L

Senior Spank Day!

In my last week at school, not long before graduation, it was Senior Prank Day. This is an old but totally unofficial tradition where 12th graders have once last chance of showing some mischief and naughtiness before they leave school. One problem is that students and teachers can disagree about what is funny so it was not uncommon for some students to find themselves collecting swats one last time!

Of course, I had to be part of this distinguished number. That day we had decided to have a shaving cream fight and had brought cans of shaving cream with us. Now we had planned to go outside but someone started it in the hall and excitement reigned as we squirted the cream at each other. In a short time there was shaving cream everywhere.

The merriment was brought to an end by a teacher who summoned the Vice Principal, Mr Blair, to deal with the mischief makers. Thankfully he was a nice guy who realised we meant no real harm. He told us to clear up the mess we had made but warned us that any repeat would be dealt with severely as a breach of rules.
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July 31, 2014

Jenny H’s Last School Paddling – Texas 1980s

A typical school paddling described. Kindly supplied by Megan L

I managed to stay out of the Vice Principal’s office throughout my tenth and eleventh grades. It was partly because I was growing out of my ‘getting into trouble’ phase, partially because I was getting better at not being caught and just plain being lucky, and also because the very few times I could have gotten into trouble, I managed to (sweet) talk my way out of it.

The two VPs at my high schools were both male and I think they were both prone to believing a story being told by a girl, especially if that girl had good grades and a fairly good record. I’m sure a pretty smile and pretty figure didn’t hurt the girl’s case either. I think the fact that my mother worked for the school district also helped my credibility some too.

In my senior year, one of the male VPs retired and a new VP was hired. Ms Davis was short in stature and in temper and always looked like she was in a bad mood. Sometime in early November I had gotten too many Tardies in one of my classes and had been written up. My slip ended up in the hands of the male VP, who let me off with a warning after I promised not to be late again. Somehow she must have found out about it, because it seems like that was about the time I really got the impression she didn’t like me. One day I was walking to class and passed her in the hallway and she said: “Don’t be late for class, Miss Hill. I don’t want to have to see you in my office.”
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July 30, 2014

Paddling at Centerville High School, Centerville Texas in 2004

Kindly sent by Megan on behalf of Sarah J, one of two girls paddled.

It was a cool morning in the Texas Hill Country in February of 2004.  I was 17 and a senior in high school, looking forward to graduation in a few short months. I had just sat down in my third period class when the morning announcements began. As usual, most of the announcements were meaningless and boring. My attention was caught, however, when I heard my name being called out along with one of my other classmates, Katelyn. We had to go to the principal’s office. Trying to act confused as to why I had to go to the office, I knew in the back of my mind why. There could only be one reason as to why.

I remember this particular morning was a Wednesday. A few days prior on Monday the school had been buzzing with the excitement of the toilet paper wrapping job that had been done to most of the trees and bushes on campus. Katelyn and myself had lucked upon a 12-pack of beer on Sunday night and after drinking enough to come up with several stupid ideas, we decided on “wrapping” the school. I must admit for two drunken high school girls we did pretty well.
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