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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June 23rd, 2017

Woman seeks female disciplinarian

I’m late 50s living Canberra, Australia and would like to meet on a regular basis a female disciplinarian to hold me to account for my behaviour and punish me when I fail to meet pre-set goals. You would punish me with severe hand spankings, also using where deemed necessary a wooden ruler, plimsoll and other implements, possibly the cane.

Ideally, we’d meet weekly or fortnightly. I can come to you if you are within 100 kilometres of Canberra or I can accommodate. Someone in Canberra or Queanbeyan would be easier.

Female disciplinarian only considered; no males please.

Please contact me at keriewoodbridge@gmail.com for more details and an initial discussion.

May 17th, 2017

A girl is slippered again

At break time I reported back, guessing what she had in mind for me as I and a number of girls had been there before. Miss H had a teenage family of her own and made full use of her training when it came to discipline at home, so she kept telling us.

As expected, her own stool, which stood taller than ours, was in position awaiting my arrival as was a slipper which was resting on her table. She never minced her words and with “immature” and “grow up” ringing in my ears I removed my blazer and positioned myself over the stool.

I knew I had only myself to blame and from previous experience knew this lady could seriously sting a girls bottom. On this occasion, I had a short skirt on which could be flipped back.

She pulled back the skirt to reveal my knicker clad bottom and, knowing the slipper would soon be arriving, I gripped the stool harder. I wasn’t wrong. It slapped into my bottom with a frightening slap. I couldn’t stop myself yelling at its intensity.

After slap two I yelled louder and longer before slap three landed. The fires of hell were now burning in my bum and the tears began. Slap four and I was now getting more distraught, kicking my feet and rolling about on the stool.

May 3rd, 2017

A Second Caning at Grammar School

My second caning at grammar school occurred just before Christmas holiday in 1963. I was 12 by now, having had a birthday since my first caning.

It happened in a History lesson taken by Miss M again. Miss M was dressed formally with a white blouse and black tight skirt. She wore high heeled shoes like most ladies of that era and looked stunning to a teenage lad. However her lessons were very formal and I hated History. Miss M was droning on as usual and I was watching a rugby match on the school field. Miss M spotted me and told me that I had a detention for not paying attention. The lesson continued and I tried to pay attention but I struggled. Miss M decided to have a quick verbal test on the lesson. All the kids before me got their answers right and then came my turn. I can not remember the question but I do remember giving her a cheeky answer which made the class laugh. Miss M was furious and told me to stand outside the door and report to her at the end of the lesson. I knew I was in big trouble and felt very nervous. Miss M had already warned me earlier in the term that my next caning would be six strokes. It was a long frightening wait until the end of the lesson and I had butterflies in my stomach and felt sick.

April 29th, 2017

Boy caned at grammar school

I received my first caning in only my second week at Grammar School. It was in 1963 and I was 11 years old. It was a History lesson and I hated it. The schoolmistress suddenly told us that we were to get a test on the lesson and handed out a question sheet to us all. Needless to say I performed very badly. She marked our answers very quickly and handed them back to us. She then announced that anyone who got less than 6 marks should see her at the end of the lesson.

The lesson ended and we were dismissed except anyone who got less than 6 marks. Everyone left except for me. I reported to Miss M and she asked me why I had got such a low mark. I tried to bluff my way out of it but she said I had not paid attention. She then told me to go to the school office and collect the cane and book. My heart sank and I tried pleading to no avail. I walked to the office and the secretary took some brief details before handing over a crook handled cane and a book. I was horrified because I had not seen a cane close up and it seemed longer than I had envisaged. I walked back down the corridor and got teased by some kids who knew that the cane was soon to be used on me.

March 23rd, 2017

Burning inside from over twenty years ago

Annette’s father was posted to a new, very senior Establishment role to one of the former Commonwealth countries in Asia, which meant that the whole family was going to be uprooted. Annette and her sister were both apprehensive and a bit excited about such a big move, especially as it meant leaving their current highly respected school in England and starting at a new school in The Far East. The new school was apparently run by Nuns and was where the vast majority of well-to-do ex-patriots went.

Annette’s parents decided the move would take place over the summer holidays which would allow time for the container with their belongings to be shipped. Leaving their old school for the last time was a sad day as Annette said goodbye to many of her friends. However, there was the summer holidays to look forward to and the big move to Asia. As ever, holidays go quickly and the whole family were soon on the plane heading for the Far East from Heathrow. The accommodation that had been arranged for the family by their father’s office was wonderful and soon after came the day when they would start at their new school.

Everyone seemed very nice and they were both made very welcome by their new school chums and the teachers. However, one thing was very clear; discipline was upheld in a much stronger way than back at their old school and it was not long before one of the boys in Annette’s class was summoned to the front, told to face away from the class, drop his trousers and bend over the form table with his bottom on show to everyone. The teacher then went to her cupboard and selected a long cane and methodically thrashed his bottom six times.

March 20th, 2017

Memories of a 1950s primary school

The class was absolutely quiet as we waited in anticipation of what was going to happen. The silence was broken by the swish of the cane through the air, followed by a loud thwack as it landed across the short trousers of the boy bent over in front us.

Three more thwacks followed before he was told to stand up and go back to his desk. He got up, red and flushed in the face, tears falling down his cheeks. He walked slowly back to his desk where he sat and cried for several minutes.

This was not an uncommon event in my final year at primary school in south London in the early 1950s. The school was an independent fee-paying one and the class, which was being prepared for the eleven plus exams, was taken by the Headmaster. He was an excellent teacher but demanded complete attention and good behaviour, which he achieved largely by the use of the cane.

I can’t remember much about the implement itself except that it was straight rather than having a crooked end, quite thin, very swishy and it hurt a lot. I never understood why, as in theory we wore a lot of protection. Our short trousers were made of quite thick material and were often lined. They also had back pockets which provided an extra layer. Underneath, were a further three layers of shirt, vest and pants which, in those days, were white shorts.

March 20th, 2017

A boy gets the strap

I was 16 at the time. It was in winter and there was plenty of snow on the ground.  I had been out with the lads and, lads being lads, we all liked a bit of carry on so we starting chucking snowballs at people’s doors, especially this lady who used to chase us around the estate.

Anyway, this night I got caught by her, and she knew my aunt (I didn’t know that at the time) so she took me home and told my aunt what I had done. My aunt invited Ms H in.

The story unfolded on how long this had been going on, so my aunt told Ms H she could belt my backside if she wanted to. My aunt told her that I normally got 4 strokes of the belt. Ms H said I deserved more than four, so my aunt and Ms H both agreed I would get more and Ms H was going to do it.

I was told to go and get the chair and the belt. I came back and bent over the chair without lowering my trousers and underpants.

“Oh no,” Ms H said. “Remove your trousers and underwear. You are going to have the belting of your life!”

So, with trousers and pants removed I bent over the chair. Ms H started and oh boy the first one hit the spot. She put some force behind it and the next 3 too. Thinking it was over, I got up and rubbed my now smarting bum.

February 21st, 2017

A lady remembers the time she got into serious trouble at school

 I only got into serious trouble once at school. A few minor things that resulted in lines or detentions but just once I got the slipper.

It all happened because I and a few others got drunk on a school trip. We had gone, during the final year, on a Geography field trip to North Yorkshire over the autumn term holiday at the end of October. On the Sunday night, after we had been wandering around the moors looking at various glacial deposits, some of us decided to have a party. There were six girls and six boys that met up in one of the bedrooms. The boys had brought bottles of spirits, which I think was mainly whisky, and the girls got some coke and lemonade.

After a while we were all a little tipsy, well I certainly was, and things began to break up. One couple who had been snogging for most of the night disappeared quietly, whilst others went off to bed. I was never sure of the time, but I think it was around 8pm. We were busted by one of the teachers doing her rounds. There were just three girls and two boys left in the room. We were immediately sent to our bedrooms, which in my case caused another problem. When I entered the room I was greeted the sight of two naked bodies in the bed. I slurred what had happened and the boy scrambled off the bed and proceeded to leave the room without putting on his clothes. He ran straight into a female teacher who had been summoned to check all the rooms for alcohol.

February 3rd, 2017

A cooperative landlady

In the late 1980s, when I was 18, I lodged with a retired couple in the sleepy town of Budleigh Salterton. Their accommodation was in the upstairs flat of a grand old Victorian house in extensive grounds near where I worked. Mr W was a retired police chief and his wife had been, for much of her working life, a matron at a girls public school They had two children, a girl and a boy, slightly older than me who lived in London. They were both tall, elegantly dressed people and well spoken. Mrs W had shoulder length black hair and mainly wore 1950s style clothing and heels.

When I read the advert for a lodger in the ‘Exeter Express & Echo’ I rang the number and arranged a meeting. I was thrilled as it was five minutes walk from my work. Upon arrival I rang the bell and was invited in. The house was converted into two flats and, as we ascended the stairs, I noticed an ornate oriental style vase half way up on a landing area with various umbrellas, a sturdy walking stick and a crook handled rattan school cane.

I remember the electric shock feeling as I looked at it. Mrs W might have noticed my staring at the vase as she was following me up the stairs. I had been caned twice at school and knew that I had certainly developed a fascination with corporal punishment and especially the cane. When we arrived in the kitchen, I was offered a cup of tea and sat drinking it. I’m sure I was blushing and hardly able to speak, much different from the confident young man who rang the door bell earlier.

January 23rd, 2017

Art class slippering

I like many other pupils, I was not enthused by one of my art teachers. She wasn’t particularly pretty, she was overweight and wore horrible long floral dresses with ankle socks and flat leather sandals which she could slip off to wallop the bottom of anyone she deemed to be needing it. Its use was frequent, packed a potent sting and was not solely for boys, as numerous girls, including myself, found out.

In an all-girls art class, I was messing about with two girls opposite. We were throwing a cleaning cloth back and to until I got spotted, just me, not the three of us as it should have been. It didn’t take a genius to work out what was coming; a sore bottom was on the cards for me.

When told to, I placed my blazer on her desk and stood in front of the blackboard while she fastened my skirt to the back of my jumper with a large spring clip. The ‘getting prepared’ ceremony now over, I had to bend over and wait as she lectured the others on how girls should behave before removing the right sandal from her foot.

I’d seen other girls slippered in this manner but this was new to me and boy! When that first smack landed on my left cheek I could feel the tears welling as the sharpness of the sting took effect. The smack of leather across my knickers must have brought joy to the others as they watched me wriggle and squirm and they probably couldn’t wait to see the effect of the next five that were still to come.