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

 

May 13, 2016

Parental Spanking

I was seven years old and had being very naughty as I had damaged an item that was one of dad’s favorite things. The result was having my trousers and underwear lowered for, as he put it, a damn good hiding on my bare bottom. We were in the sitting room and I was put across his knee. It was only his hand but at full strength and some fifty spanks on my little bare bottom which had not been spanked before by him. My mother was shouting for him to take the strap to my bottom as she also believed in firm punishment for naughty boys. I felt my bottom was on fire all day.

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May 3, 2016

Girls caned in late 1950s

In early 1957, at my secondary school in Middlesex, I was 15 years of age and in the metal work class when I heard someone shout: “Stop, stop.”

I immediately pressed the red ‘stop’ button on the wall by the machine I was working on and the room went quickly silent. The teacher came out of his office and asked who stopped the machines. I said that I had heard someone say stop twice, so I pressed the red button. The teacher assumed I was playing games so he told me to come to the front of the room and he went into his office and brought out a cane. The teacher told me to bend over and he gave me 3 or 4 strokes of the cane and then told me to get back to work.

In the distance could be heard someone moaning as if in pain and the teacher went over to where the noise came from and saw a boy with some of his clothing in the machine he was working on and his arm was trapped also. The teacher sent one of the other boys in the class to the headmaster to send for an ambulance and within a very short time, the headmaster and an ambulance arrived and the boy was extracted from the machine and taken to hospital. He was in quite a bad way.
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May 2, 2016

School day memories

My first school memories of CP were at Primary school, where the cane and slipper were in use for children between 8 and 11, as under 8 was deemed too young.

Such occurrences were rare, although I did witness several boys being slippered in front of class, and the headmaster caned a boy once but he seemed to have high blood pressure and a ruddy complexion, and died, I recall, in my last year from a heart attack.

However one hot summer term day in my last year, a group of children were putting up the end of term display for parents evening at lunchtime. The teacher then said he wanted to try out a new slipper, and asked for volunteers. Being keen to please we all volunteered, and bent over for one stroke of the slipper over trousers or skirts.

I then moved on to grammar school. Unfortunately there was a lot of debate about grammar schools back then, and I got transferred to a boys’ secondary modern school instead, under the quota system.

The school I attended had a notorious caning record; the 7th highest in the entire country for use of the cane. I didn’t have a waiver so I spent most of my time trying to avoid it. I did so successfully for about 5 years, but then when I least expected it I found myself in the headmaster’s study touching my toes with a cane across my backside. However that occurred purely by chance and it wasn’t what it seemed.
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April 26, 2016

My Friend and Neighbor

I had been in my apartment building on the third floor about three months when a new neighbor moved in across the hall. She was a 24 year old woman from out of town. She was a red-headed Irish girl, very petite at only about 5’3 tall with flat stomach and weighing only about 120lb or so. I was 6′ and in great shape because I was a personal trainer and nutritional counselor at the local 24 he gym after finishing college as a nutritionist. Her name was Lori and she had gotten a job at the local hospital as nurse.

At first we only met in passing. She worked four days on and three days off or something like that. Than we started having tea together; I didn’t drink alcohol and neither did she. Other times we took turns cooking or paying for delivery. We had committed to be just friends, best friends to be specific, more like a special brother and sister at heart.

It’s been about a year and we’re pretty close as friends could be, but nothing more. We were pretty opposite in a lot of things. She’s very anal about everything and at times seems to be a bit wound up. I’ve never seen her cry; she is prideful and very self-reliant. In fact, she was too self-reliant for her own good, never asking anyone for help, but willing to help others. She was actually very controlling. This, of course, was a big turn off for me, which is why I was OK with just being good friends.
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April 23, 2016

Set Up

A few years ago, my husband Andrew took me down to London to meet a friend of his who Andrew knew was well into CP. It was a hot day so it was pleasant to go indoors to cool off and his friend Ian had cooked a lunch for us which was very enjoyable. After lunch my first real CP session took place which caused great arousal in me. I would never have realised CP could have such an effect on my sexuality. Ian became a very close friend of both of us and still is, although his health now is quite poor. Ian’s occupation was actually a film producer at all levels of porn from top to bottom.

Andrew helped Ian with the computer aspects of filming like titling and also continuity and he also did second camera work as well. I did make up as and when required. Filming was done mainly at weekends but now and then it required a weekday so Andrew would take annual leave from his job to work with Ian.

We had children so if there was any weekend work or evening work, generally, Andrew’s parents looked after the children and they always welcomed them.

One film we made was done in a secure location on a weekday near the south coast. The hall part of the admin block was regularly let out for all sorts of requirements and I had made several films there, but more of those another time. The entire block was private and during the week was always available.
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March 27, 2016

New website for spanking Poser art

www.poserlinesandcurves.com

This is a pay site with a quite reasonable free area for visitors to get an idea of what is on offer, basically illustrated spanking stories. Several of the site owner’s earlier stories appear on this site under the Neville Moore tag. Offering both female and male punishments, this site is well worth a visit.

For those who haven’t met PoserArt before, it’s an alternative to photography and drawing using computer generated graphics to create illustrations which in skilled hands can appear quite lifelike.

It’s certainly worth a look.

March 1, 2016

A boy’s domestic spanking

These spankings took place in in Lancashire, England in 1966 when I was 12 years old.

In my first year at the Grammar School I met lots of different people and made plenty of new friends. One of these new friends was called Tony and we quickly became new best friends. When the Easter holidays came around he asked if I would like to stay with him for a few days at his Nan’s house in Southport. I asked permission at home and after Mum had spoken to Tony’s Mum and his Nan I was allowed to go.

On the morning I was going, Mum called me into the living room to have a talk. She explained that I would be a guest and that I was to be on my best behaviour and do as I was told. Moving on to what would happen if I wasn’t, Mum said she had spoken to Mrs Richardson (Tony’s Nan) and it had been agreed that she could punish me as she saw fit if I was naughty and that included spanking me. For good measure Mum said that if I did get in trouble and Mrs Richardson did have to punish me then she would be taking the slipper to my bare bum when I got home.
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February 27, 2016

A girl gets the strap

Margaret was still not too old to feel the sting of leather on her hands or bottom. This is a cautionary tale of being brought down a peg or two.

Margaret had gone for a cigarette in the girls toilet at break time. She was checking her make up in the mirror when two first year girls she knew came in and asked her for a cigarette. She gave them one each and started on her lipstick.

After about 30 seconds, Mrs Jessiman came in doing one of her regular checks for smokers. She caught the 2 of them with the cigarettes lighted. She told them to put them out and asked them if they knew school rules.  They both said they did.

Mrs Jessiman put her bag down and pulled her thick brown leather strap out. Margaret said the toilets were full of girls of all ages pretending to being doing one thing or another, but really they were hanging about to see the belting that was coming.

“Hands up,” Mrs Jessiman said to the first girl, Sharon. She got 2 on each hand. Margaret said she howled at every stroke  and they weren’t hard ones.

Mrs Jessiman turned to the next girl, Louise.  “Up!” She said. She got the same but took them better, only crying softly after the last one.
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February 24, 2016

Father’s spankings

A bit of background. I was a very shy and respectful boy. Like most boys bought up in the 1950s and 1960s, I behaved and was treated as a child well in to my teens. My Father was a good man, an accountant by trade who had spent much of his early life in the army. This accounted for his high standards and his attitude to nudity (mine) in front of other men and boys; he never saw it as an issue although I wasn’t spanked in front of women past puberty.

My Mother left my Father when I was about three and so it was very much a male household. Finally I should say that I inherited from my Grandfather and Father a good sized penis. Athough I never understood this at the time I think this is what accounted for glances from women when I was a boy, and laughter and exchanged looks from other boys when I was naked in my teens.

To illustrate the attitude to spanking, or smacking as we called in the 1950s and 1960s, I can think of an occasion that burnt in my memory. My Father had been invited to lunch by a man from his office and I, of course, went along. I would have been about 14, certainly no younger. In the room were the man and his wife, their sons, who were about 20, and a woman who I think was the girlfriend of one of the sons.
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February 12, 2016

A boy’s Primary School memories

Before I reached puberty, I was convinced I had such a thing as a ‘spankable’ bottom. Even for those times, I seemed to get spanked more often and more severely than my contemporaries. I wasn’t a plump boy, but my bottom was rounded and ‘shapely’ like a girl’s. I was always being mistaken for a girl because, to my boyish shame, I was also in possession of thick golden curls which my mother refused to allow me to cut.

One of my first memories is of my first day at my new school, aged five, being carried into class and spanked for ‘making a fuss’. In fact, my family had just moved into the area and I had been unsure of the location of my new classroom. I wasn’t trying to ‘stay with Mum’, I was lost. Once the spanking had succeeded in causing me to make a proper fuss, I was cuddled and soothed with the epithet ‘good girl’, which characterised the sweet and sour, hot and cold relationship I enjoyed with most of my primary school teachers.

It was usually me who would be kept in at playtimes or after class and I honestly never knew beforehand if it was for praise or punishment, to help teacher with her preparations or to be dragged summarily over her knee. Like any kid, I joined a gang who invariably got into mischief. My glowing locks and ample rump made me any punitive adult’s first choice for target practice. Boys would run (or ‘scarper’) in every direction to escape and the teacher would chase me. If more than one of us were secured for spanking, it would be me who had his bottom bared. I knew boys who never had their shorts and pants pulled down, but I was bared before punishment so much in primary school it was almost a waste of time and energy my wearing shorts at all!  Some wag once told me, my best mate P most likely, that I should wear a skirt. Whether that would have helped or hindered me I wasn’t quite sure.
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