February 21st, 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.

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June 23rd, 2018

My Day as a 1950’s English Schoolgirl

A woman satisfies her longing to be disciplined for misconduct at school, many years before.

The second of May was a big day for me, on which I embarked with rather mingled feelings. I had arrived in town late in the evening of 30th April, not without having experienced a few surprises on the way, such as having a slightly exasperated bus driver inform me that most of the coins I still had in my purse from my last visit to the country several years ago were now useless. Fortunately, the notes I had obtained through a friend of my partner’s, who works at a bank, were all brand new, so no worries there.

The hotel I had booked at the recommendation of the gentleman with whom I had arranged for a role-play session was easily the nicest place I have ever stayed at. It had a truly unique atmosphere to it, and I instantly felt at home.

May Day, I had kept clear for crashing after the flight and, amazingly enough, the sun was shining throughout the day, allowing for long walks around town and through the pastures of its outskirts, which were full of life with a great many new-born lambs hobbling about, bleating at the top of their tiny treble voices. Whenever I felt my heart sink as my thoughts strayed to the event planned for the next day, I said to myself that even if the whole project was to end in a tragedy, I would always have a very fond memory of this wonderful day out in the sun, of the immensely green spring meadows, and of the sight and sound of those heart-warming little lambs.
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June 16th, 2018

A girl and her unofficial stepfather sort things out

I was fourteen goin on twenty, and I had already been in trouble a bunch of times. This time I came real close to being arrested, but the sheriff knew my mom, and he brought me back home. It was a bit more serious this time. There was property damage. I wasn’t the one who did it, but I was there with the ones who were responsible, and if it went to court, I might have to share the blame along with the others. I had already been told to stay away from that bunch. Mom said they were nothing but trouble, and she was at her wits end with me.

My dad had taken off and left mom a few years ago. Her and Mr Ned had only been seein each other for a short while since she finally got a divorce. She really liked it when he would come over to see us. Mr Ned was a bit scary till you got to know him. He was a big rough lookin outdoorsy kinda guy, nothing like my dad. I guessed him to be about fifty. He was a bit older than mom, and he seemed nice most of the time, at least he did unless you got on his bad side. His own kids were grown up, and had moved away. One went to Alabama, and the other was out west somewhere in Colorado.  I heard mom say that he was really strict with them. She said they all turned out just fine though.
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June 2nd, 2018

Girl strapped in class

After giving my boyfriend, Garry, a quick kiss at the school main door, he then hurried on to the PE block. It was nearly twenty to ten. The first period finished at ten. I headed to the girls toilet. I took my make-up bag out and redid my lipstick and eyes, then took my cigarettes out and lit one. I took all my rings off and put them in my school bag. Mrs Logan the music teacher would probably strap me for being late.

I lifted my skirt up and pulled my tights right up. I took three big puffs of my cigarette and flushed it down the toilet, then hurried to the music room. When I reached the door it was five to ten. I knocked, then entered. The class looked up at me. Mrs Logan was sitting at the piano.

“Ah, Margaret, glad to see you could honour us with your presence. What’s your excuse for turning up with five minutes of the period left?”

“I slept in, miss,” I said.

“You slept in yet you still had time to apply your make up flawlessly?” Mrs Logan said, getting up from the piano.

She went across to her desk, opened the drawer and took out a long brown strap. She straightened it.
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May 12th, 2018

Adult Spanking Event in USA

This is a true story about role play conducted in real life.

I was a Texas public school student in the 1960s and early 1970s. The paddle was very much in use, always over clothes. I was paddled a few times in the early grades and witnessed others paddled. Boys were paddled much more often, but occasionally girls would feel the board too. After entering High School, the only ones who paddled were an Assistant Principal and coaches. In grades 1-8, teachers would sometime paddle students in their classrooms, in front of the rest of the class. I am not sure if it were a written rule or not, but 3 swats (licks) were the maximum.

This story is not about my school experiences. It is about adults role playing actual corporal punishment. I am a spanking enthusiast and I attend spanking parties as a ‘Top’. For the last few years, I have run an event called ‘The Principal’s Office’ at one of the national spanking parties. A female friend, who is also a Top, co-hosts the event with me. She will discipline males and females. I only discipline females. We have a female ‘Bottom’ who acts as our secretary. She is quite good at keeping the students in line and informs us if they have been a problem.
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April 9th, 2018

Alabama home spankings

I lived in a small town in Alabama. I was 11 in 1971 in the 5th grade and 2nd of five children. I had loving parents who expected myself and my 4 brothers and sisters to behave, be respectful, obey the rules, and stay within our boundaries. As long as we did that, we all had a great childhood. When you didn’t, spanking was the main punishment, sometimes followed by grounding, extra chores etc.

My dad was an industrial engineer. He was away frequently on job sites, sometimes for the whole week. He was away this particular week. My mom was the main disciplinarian in the house. All spankings were given on your bare bottom, frequently in the kitchen or living room. The level of the spanking depended on the infraction. The wooden spoon was the main implement used and she had a variety of them.

I attended a rather strict Baptist private school. They had a lot of rules and, yes, they did spank and paddle, amongst other punishments. For example, if you crossed the red line in the middle of the hallway instead of going down the stairs and back up the other side, that was an after-school detention. Higher level infractions resulted in the smaller kids getting spanked by the teacher and the older kids reported to the principal, and sometimes paddled there.
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March 23rd, 2018

Last three months at the general store

So, I had 3 months left at the general store, and further punishments were given. As the time for me to leave came closer, the owners offered me a contract for 3 years till I was 21. But there was a clause that I had to take punishments. They offered me a good package, and I agreed to it and took my punishment as well.

One day I really screwed up and had a severe punishment in front of customers. I messed up their order. I was taken to the office and made to strip to be given 12 strokes of the belt. The man and woman were asked if they like to administer the punishment. The lady declined, but the man said he would and he did.

As I stood there in just my T-shirt and tangas, I was told to bend over the desk. My T-shirt was pulled up and tangas pulled down, so everything was on view for the world to see. I thought my past punishments were bad but nothing compared to this. I was beaten so hard and got more than 12 strokes. When he’d finished I couldn’t stand up nor move. I had to be helped up stairs where I stayed the night. I was in pain for a week and the bruising lasted for over a week. 
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March 4th, 2018

A girl strapped by her father

Back in around 1999, I was 22 years old. I was dating a girl, Amanda, who was 19 years old.  One Sunday afternoon, we were going to go to dinner with her older sister, Lisa, and her husband, Mike. We lived in a very small town with almost nowhere nice to eat, so we decided to travel about 30 miles to the next larger town. We had a nice dinner and it was still really early, about 6:30 or 7:00pm, so we decided to stop by Lisa and Amanda’s father’s place to visit him and their half sisters for a while. Their dad, Randy Mitchell, was a single parent raising the other 2 half sisters on his own.

One sister was about 11 years old. I don’t recall her name. Rhiannon was the other sister. She was around 15 years old. They lived in a run down mobile home park on the south side of town. When we got there, the girls were both outside hanging out with their friends down the street.

We went in and chatted with Amanda and Lisa’s father for quite a while. Our conversation was abruptly interrupted by the loud knocking on the front screen door by two teenage girls. Randy jumped up and answered the door.
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February 28th, 2018

Visiting a disciplinarian for the cane

Reading a story on ‘over the desk’ gave me the final push I needed to visit a dominatrix and experience corporal punishment for myself. Please don’t ask why. I have asked myself the same question a million times.

I made the booking and went last week. I did not write straight away as I thought it right to calm myself down and try to take a reasoned view.

I wanted more than anything to experience a caning. I could hardly get the words out when I rang. I was asked a lot of questions; I could hardly speak sometimes. I agreed to confidentiality and decided on no photos, just in case anybody ever found them. No photos equals no risk.

I was in a complete dither on the day. My eldest asked at breakfast if I was ok and he never notices anything except his breakfast.

I decided on normal clothes like I was just going shopping. Then half an hour after the kids left for school I left for the tube. I was shaking when I got there and rang the bell. I met my dominatrix who was pleasant, just like on the phone, and I guess she could tell I was very nervous.

We did a little transaction; I didn’t mind at all. She suggested a cup of tea and a chat to calm me down, but I thought it was probably best to get on with it. I did ask to see the cane and she showed me it, then we went through to another room with straps and canes and a punishment horse. When we had talked on the phone she had told me that it would be best to have a spanking first to warm me up and it would help to take the caning. I undressed as she said and went over her knee and she spanked me with her hand for a while until my bottom was warmed up. The spanks were not particularly hard, as I remember. Then she told me to get up, which I did, and told me to stand near the horse. She picked up the cane I had been looking at and told me that I had requested a ‘six of the best’ and if I moved or stood up I would get the stroke again, but if it was too much to use a safeword (just ‘stop’) and the caning would end. However, I was absolutely determined to go through with it despite my nerves so I took my knickers off and  bent over the horse.
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February 1st, 2018

A Texas spanking with a belt

I was raised in Texas with three siblings: a sister two years my junior, and brothers two years my senior and three years my junior respectively. So, at the time of this incident, my oldest brother was 16, I was 14, my sister 12, and my younger brother 11. We were raised in a very loving household with fairly lax rules, but our parents were pretty traditional, and pretty consistent, in enforcing those rules. For small offenses we might get a warning or a time out, or on rare occasions a grounding, but for anything major or anything repeated, it was a spanking. If it was from Dad, it was with his belt. If it was from Mom, it was her wooden spoon that she kept atop the fridge.

Dad was a trucker, and traveled a lot. For my brothers, if they misbehaved while he was away, my mother usually did the ‘wait till your dad comes home’ approach, though she did occasionally go after them with her spoon. On rare occasions Dad would follow up a second time when he got home. For the girls, she usually dealt with it immediately, unless it was something major. This led to a de facto double standard: the boys got most of their spankings from dad, with a belt. The girls got spanked with the belt more often than not if dad was at home, but since he mostly wasn’t home, we mostly got it with the spoon.
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January 27th, 2018

A boy’s school spanking

This happened many years ago when I was going to St Anthony’s School in Mill Hill, London. It was just after lunch and I was in class talking with my friends, Mark and Nicholas. When Sister Stephanie told us to get on with our maths, the others did as they were told but I continued to talk. I was warned that I would be spanked if I kept talking, which of course I ignored and carried on talking.

I got told to go to Sister Stephanie for my spanking, which I did not do straight away. I was then told sternly to go to her and I did. She made me stand beside her with my hands on my head as she pulled my trousers and pants down. Then she pulled me over her knee. She always stroked the bottom cheeks and thighs to make sure she could reach all of the bare bottom and thighs with out having to move much.

She would then give the bottom a few hard slaps to let you know how hard she was going to spank you. Then she started the hard spanking, moving her hand back and forth as she landed some very hard smacks. She continued to smack my bottom harder and harder, making the cheeks bounce as her hand landed on the right and then left cheek moving down to the thighs. After landing a hard volley of smacks to left and right thighs, she moved back up onto my bottom and landed a lot more very hard smacks, moving up and down the left and right cheeks to make them very red and sore.
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