May 15th, 2012

Welcome…

Welcome to overthedesk.com where you will find short stories featuring realistic corporal punishment. Viewing these stories is entirely free and all we ask is that you respect the authors’ copyright.

We are actively seeking new stories for this site and will always offer help, assistance and encouragement if needed to new and long-standing writers alike. We have a sister website for factual recollections at www.otd-memories.com where again new memories are welcomed.

We also like to hear from anyone who just wants to chat about spanking and CP matters. We’re friendly and approachable!

Contact us at admin@overthedesk.com or direct to kennywalters@hotmail.com

August 24th, 2016

The Archaeologist’s Mistress

An affair with a married man leads to a guilty conscience

Jane Fairweather

As she drove she kept thinking about the very strange beginning of it all. Gerald had been directing the excavations of a fine Roman villa near her parents’ house and she had been a very willing volunteer. She and Gerald had flirted more than a little already, but that was nothing unusual for her with men.

That morning she had been bending right over gazing intently at something at the bottom of a trench she was working on, which later turned out to be a fine Roman brooch. He had crept up on her and given her a very sharp slap that had made her jump up and clutch the seat of her slacks and very nearly fall into the trench.
(more…)

August 14th, 2016

Dress Code

A mother visits a headmaster to discuss the caning he gave her daughter

By Hilary Wilmington

“Mrs Megginson? Please do come in.”

She walked in with an inclination of her head and a gracious smile, although she did not say anything in reply.

“And Mr Megginson? Is he not with you?”

“Oh no, I’m afraid he’s far too busy at his work to be able to join us.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” replied the headmaster, insincerely. Dealing with one awkward parent was better than dealing with two and better still if that was the mother. He always felt more comfortable having dealings with the female of the species, which is possibly why he had ended up as headmaster of an all-girls boarding school. “I was just going from a note made by my secretary in my diary,” he explained. “She herself is unwell and hasn’t been in all week.”
(more…)

August 8th, 2016

Charity Work

A novel way to make money for charity 

By Julie Baker

I was born in Newcastle in 1991 and my parents called me Roxanne, although I have always been known as Roxy. My Dad is a lorry driver and my Mum works at the local hospital as a cleaner. I have no brothers or sisters. We live in a village in County Durham in an ex-council house that my parents bought shortly after I was born. I still live at home. I have had various boyfriends but nobody who was able to tempt me away from my happy and secure life under my parents’ roof.
(more…)

July 31st, 2016

Gap Year – a new Bella Bryce ebook

GapYear_big

The second book in the Walden School Series

Samantha Holloway is one of the few teenagers who knows of Walden School and wants nothing to do with it, but Walden has ties with Cheswick Ladies Football Club and Sam wants everything to do with CLFC. Sam lives and breathes the game, and sometimes football is the only breath she has left in her. Coach Wiley knows that, which is why she pushes Sam to attend the Walden girls’ football trials. When originally Sam thought boarding at Walden would be a serious inconvenience on her personal freedom, Walden may just end up being the place that saves her from hopelessness. 

(more…)

July 29th, 2016

Miss Witlow’s Cane

Disgraceful conduct in class gets two girls up before their headmistress

By Kenny Walters

“Come in, Abigail.” Eleanor Witlow responded to the three gentle taps followed by her study door being pushed open just enough for the visitor to peer round the edge and be recognised.

“Sorry to bother you, headmistress.” Abigail Carter, a rather shy, rather nervous English and French teacher spoke quietly as she approached the large desk.

“It’s no bother, Abigail, no bother at all. How can I help?”

“Well, it’s all rather, well, embarrassing, actually.”

“Then you better sit down and tell me all about it. Cup of tea?”

“Oh, no thank you, headmistress.” Abigail said, nervously sliding herself onto one of two upright chairs placed in front of the desk.
(more…)

July 17th, 2016

The Newly Appointed Headmaster

A new headmaster is brought in to restore discipline

By Gillian Howard

My name is Joseph Mathews and I have just been appointed as the new headmaster of a mixed grammar school. I have been given a mandate by the board of governors to improve the academic achievements by any means that I think appropriate. The sporting achievements have been very good but the discipline has left room for improvement.

During the past 5 years, I have worked in both a girls Grammar school and also a boys Grammar school in positions of deputy Head. I am no stranger to dishing out corporal punishments and I am a great believer in the use of the cane for both boys and girls. I think also that most punishments should be carried out in class in front of their peers, as most misbehaviour is carried out in front of their peers. I also believe that an important part of any punishment is the fact that it is also embarrassing.
(more…)

July 16th, 2016

When the Pupil is Ready

A new teacher gets a surprising introduction

by Roderick Bottoms

“Ms Holliday will be with you in a moment,” the young Ms Dollar said cheerfully, motioning Samantha toward a nice leather chair arranged in the seating area of the headmistress’s large, well-lit office. Samantha took a seat.

“Would you care for some coffee or water or something while you wait?” Ms Dollar asked.

“Some coffee would be great,” Samantha said. “Thank you.”

“Sure thing, back in a bit,” replied Ms Dollar as she backed out of the office and quietly closed the double doors.

For a moment, Samantha considered her choice of outfit, a slim fitting pantsuit over her lithe frame, and wondered if she had dressed too casually for her first day at the school. She looked around and took in the spacious, wood paneled office. She had conducted her interviews in other parts of the campus and this was the first time in the headmistress’s office. Off to her right was a large wooden desk. It was remarkably clutter free, with just a small leather bound book, a black quill pen, an antique looking lamp with a green shade, and photos of several people faced outward toward the room.
(more…)

July 13th, 2016

The Prank and After

Initiation for a new girl means trouble when it all goes wrong

Jane Fairweather

Jenn was staggering along the gravel path and the rain was pouring. Water was getting into her shoes and her socks were soaked. Although she had brought a rain coat it was no protection at all and water was trickling down her neck and soaking through her shoulders into the light summer dress she had put on because she had been afraid her normal gym slip would get in the way of the awkward climbing she had to do. And her bra and even her cotton pants were beginning to feel damp. And her hair was unbelievably wet, for she had not brought a hat, thinking it was one more thing to carry and, anyway, a school hat would pick you out a mile off.
(more…)

July 13th, 2016

Seven Years On

In serious trouble for only the second time in her school career, the result is painfully similar

By David

Diane could scarcely believe her bad luck when the Headmaster himself found her surreptitiously enjoying a cigarette round the back of the school. She knew that smoking was a serious offence, even for an Upper Sixth Former like her, but she had been desperate to light up as soon as her exam had ended. Now she was ordered to follow him to his study.

This was not the first time that Diane had been led there. The previous occasion was seven years earlier, when she was just a little Year Seven, only a month into her time at the Grammar School. During morning assembly she had been whispering and giggling with her best friend, unaware that the Head’s eyes were on her from the vantage point of the platform. But at the end, when he marched down the hall, he had singled her out. Once in his study, she listened incredulously while he informed her that talking in assembly was a serious offence always punished with a caning. In her case, as a new pupil, this would be limited to two strokes.
(more…)

Tags:
July 11th, 2016

Samantha Gilmore

A girl spends a long time wondering what it would be like to be caned.

By Gillian Howard

Hello, I am Samantha Gilmore and I am 18 years old. The year is 1969. Like all my friends, we enjoyed the swinging sixties with the new freedoms the era had brought us. I attended a co-educational grammar school in the north west of England where corporal punishment was an every day occurrence. I had, over the six years at the school, gained a reputation as a goody-goody because I had never had to endure any form of corporal punishment.

On the last day in the lower sixth, my then boyfriend, Alex, had received 6 of the best of the Headmaster for bullying and that evening, while mum and dad were out, I had seen the welts across Alex’s bottom and run my fingers along them. He told me they were still painful when he sat down. It caused me to have a strange but pleasant feeling in the pit of my stomach.
(more…)