A typical school strapping recalled I was bored and distracted. Miss Walker was droning on about fractions, not my best subject, and my girlfriend was sitting opposite me wearing a really short skirt. Just to tease me, she stroked the top of her thigh, smiled at me, and then blew me a kiss. “Garry Smith!” Miss Walker exclaimed. “Are you paying attention?” “Yes miss,” I muttered. What else could I answer? “Bring your book out here now, lad.” she said. She was seated at her desk. I knew I’d done very little work but there was no alternative. I stood
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Sixth Form Discipline By Jane Fairweather A collection of short stories To view or buy on Amazon US – click here To view or buy on Amazon UK – click here To view or buy on Barnes & Noble – click here To view or buy on Kobo – click here
Four months after I had first been caned by Mrs Joss, I made a second visit to her office. The great school fruit fight was the reason for my second visit and, unlike my first visit, over ten others were sent to see our Headmistress for the same offence. The fruit fight started at recess, I don’t remember how it started but certainly a boy threw some fruit at another boy and it had quickly escalated. I was guilty of throwing a softened apple (you softened an apple by lightly tapping it against a hard surface. I had thrown my
My first dose of the cane came in 1966. I was a ten year old boy and realized that I had pushed my fourth grade teacher, Miss Kamer, too far when she told me to stand up. I watched her write a note and order me to the front of the classroom where I was promptly told to see our Headmistress, Mrs Joss. Boys were more likely to receive the cane than girls but I did know of a couple girls (including my older sister who visited Mrs Joss and left her office in a good deal of pain. I’d
This is a true account of a belting my wife, Margaret, received at school in 1975 which I was able to witness as we were in the same class, 4A. We’d been going out together for about a year by that time. She was wearing a tight little grey school skirt, black sheer tights, block heel shoes, white blouse, school tie and a tight ‘V’ neck grey school jumper. Underneath she was wearing cute pink panties. I knew because at morning break we had been kissing and having a rather heavy petting session in a corner of the school grounds
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: kennywalters@hotmail.com
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I grew up an only child on a large orchard. My parents were always strict but fair. Since they were always both working from home, it never felt like I could get away with anything. Discipline was usually my father’s department. He was a stalky German immigrant with intense blue eyes so piercing it felt like he could read your soul when he stared you down. Although he could come across as stern and gruff he was actually a very loving and soft-hearted man. When I was younger, if the line was crossed his justice was swift. He’d haul me