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

December 9th, 2017

Four O’clock in the Headmistress’s Lair

A girl’s experience in the headmistress’s study. By a new writer to us, with the grahic illustrations also by the author

By Angela Fox

‘Friday afternoon at four o’clock, and once again I am sitting on this hard chair,’ I thought. ‘Why do I do this to myself?’ I wasn’t given long to ponder. Within a minute the so-called traffic light outside her door turned from red, meaning do not disturb, to green, directing whoever was waiting on this damned chair to knock on the door for entry.

I stood up, smoothed my gymslip into place, making sure the broad knife- edged box pleats were perfect and prayed my hair was neat and tidy. Then I nervously knocked on the door and, when I saw the white sign below the traffic lights blink ‘Enter’, I turned the brass doorknob and pushed the heavy door open.
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December 4th, 2017

Collateral Damage

Twin sisters experience an old school tradition

 By Julie Baker

Introduction

We are the identical twin York sisters born in January 1967. We were christened Angela and Susan and we have no other siblings. Our parents run a successful haulage business based in Belfast and our family is from the Catholic part of our community. However we have never been a particularly religious family and we certainly were not involved in any political activities at any time. We have always been happy and content with what life has given us and have chosen to live quietly within our lovely city.

We have therefore been lucky with our upbringing, but we have also been fortunate with the attributes that we have inherited from our parents. We were both gifted academically at school, we were good at most sports and had outward going personalities which meant that we always had a wide circle of friends. We also inherited our mother’s good looks. We have dark, almost black, straight hair, attractive faces and well toned athletic bodies. Our skin is soft and dark in tone to the extent that people are often asking us if we have been away on holiday. We are tall and slim with firm breasts and tight firm bottoms. We have never been short of boys to ask us out on a date.
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December 3rd, 2017

Helen Brown’s Last Visit to Archdean

A continuation of an earlier story by PG where a former pupil returns to her headmaster for motivation

By PW (With the permission of PG)

James Simmons found himself taking a deep breath as he considered the term about to end. The exam results for the Archdean pupils were of course the be-all and end-all in his profession, and these would not come through until August, but he was as satisfied as he could be that the school was working efficiently. Staff numbers were steady and, apart from some of the younger and more ambitious teachers moving on in order to gain promotion, he knew he had a highly competent and stable group capable of inspiring many of the children in their charge.
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December 2nd, 2017

Smoking Stepsisters’ Canings

Two stepsisters coincidentally in trouble at the same time

By Brian Melville

Jennifer Atkins is a slender, tall, eighteen year old girl, with black shoulder length hair and brown eyes. Her stepsister of the past month, Christine Hobbs, is a skinny, medium height eighteen year old with her Chinese bob haircut, blonde hair, and blue eyes. They are both sixth form students at Lovemore Grammatical School for Girls, in the very north of London.

Jennifer’s dad, and Christine’s mom got, married about a month ago and they are now all living together in the Atkins’ house. Jenny and Chrissie get along very well, although they are not in the same class in school.

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December 1st, 2017

Amanda’s Island Curfew

A young female aid worker breaks local rules

By Paul S

Amanda was 19 and a young aid worker, and her job as a consulate worker working on behalf of relief charities took her all over the world to some very dangerous places where a woman could be very much at risk. She kept herself very fit and had a trim figure, except for an annoyingly well rounded rear end due to her penchant for chocolate. Her figure was a shapely 34-26-40.

Her latest posting was to a Caribbean island recently struck by Hurricane Amelia, which did much damage and wiped out many timber homes there. She was briefed by her boss at the Foreign Office and told she would be working with Martin, their man on St Martins coordinating the relief effort regionally.
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November 27th, 2017

Amber’s Surprise

Sent to the headmistress, a sixth form girl is surprised by her punishment

By Brian Melville

At only 4’ 10”, Amber Hayward is a rather short, skinny, dark haired eighteen year old, sixth form student at St Josephine’s Grammar School for Girls, in the west of London.  St Josephine’s is a tradition rich school where the girls still get the slipper or cane across the seats of their school skirts or trousers. Amber, known to the staff and her fellow sixth formers as the class clown, had found herself on the receiving end of both slipper and cane up until this cold winter’s day in January 1983.
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November 24th, 2017

Ghost Writer Wanted

I’m looking to find someone with an interest and a talent for writing spanking stories, based on my real life accounts since I became a pro-disciplinarian both here in the UK and in the US. The combined stories will be published as a book about my experiences in the Summer of 2018. 

Obviously, I’m very happy to pay for the person’s time and services. I would love to write the book myself but sadly don’t have the time due to my ongoing travel schedule. 

The ideal person would probably be female, youthful in outlook and able to devote sufficient time over the next 4-6 months to complete the writing process.
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November 20th, 2017

Teacher’s Pets

A young teacher ignores good advice. Another story from the archives

by Kenny Walters

“Never have favourites.” I can still hear my old mentor’s words even now, more than sixteen years since they were spoken and since I was let loose on the world as a fully qualified teacher. If only I had abided by such good advice!

It wasn’t as though Lorraine and Fiona were natural candidates to be my favourites; neither was particularly gifted in my A-level English class, although both would eventually struggle through their final exams. Nor were they particularly attractive girls; Lorraine was not especially pretty, and whilst far from overweight her figure suggested she was more of a hockey player than a sprint athlete. Her curly blonde hair was always cut short giving her an almost boyish appearance. Fiona, on the other hand, was slim and narrow hipped with reddish brown hair, well brushed and extending down to her shoulder blades, the front cropped in a neat fringe. Firm cheek bones betrayed her Scottish ancestry.
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November 19th, 2017

Girls’ Revenge

Another story from the archive. A headmistress helps two girls with a problem.

By Kenny Walters

Feeling very awkward, I was sitting alone in the room I shared with Danielle Matheson trying and failing miserably to complete my essay for tomorrow’s English Literature class. Every time I heard the slightest sound from the corridor I looked up, expecting Danielle to come bursting in. Was I really just feeling awkward, or was it my own fear?

Yet again, I heard footsteps in the corridor. This time, though, they were real footsteps. I strained to listen. Was it one set of footsteps, or were there more?

The door opened and I looked up nervously. When Danielle dashed in, wet and shivering and naked all bar the soaking wet knickers she clutched in her hand, I looked quickly through before the door was slammed shut. Danielle appeared to be alone.
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November 16th, 2017

Old School

The style of a school’s gym pants gets a girl into difficulty

by Katie Hammond

In December 1983, Reginald Hampton opened a letter that, although expected, nevertheless delighted him. Mr Hampton was the regional manager for a major British bank based in Manchester. He had lived for over thirty years in the so-called stockbroker belt south of Manchester and, although highly paid, it paled into insignificance against some of the actual stockbrokers and other high earners that were his neighbours and acquaintances.

The letter offered him the job of deputy chairman of the bank, based in London. The remuneration was commensurate with this executive position that put him very nearly at the top of the pile. Although he was absolutely thrilled with the promotion, he was a family man and had a wife and two daughters to consider. His wife, Helen, knew of the potential move months ago and although not entirely happy about the move was willing to go along with it as Reginald, or Reg as she mostly called him, had deserved it for the many years of hard work climbing the ladder at the bank, and of course she knew that the extra money he would earn would almost immediately end up in her purse.
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