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.

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June 26th, 2018

Six Coat Hooks Outside The Head’s Study

Caning in a girls’ school 

By Julie Baker 

My name is Mrs Jane Stokes (nee Young) and I was born in Norwich in 1956. My parents were both doctors and I have no brothers or sisters. Aged five, I started at the all girls school, St Mary’s, which is located in the Norfolk countryside about 10 miles from the city. Until the age of 13 I travelled to school on the bus each day, but thereafter my parents arranged for me to become a boarder. I’ve always been a very sociable person, with a great love of sport, so this arrangement suited me perfectly. I absolutely loved my school years.
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June 19th, 2018

The Caning After the Caning

Two girls and a school secretary learn honesty is the best policy.

By Jane Fairweather

A game of Pirates was in full swing in the Lower Sixth PE lesson and, judging by the exuberant noises, most of the girls were thoroughly enjoying it, prancing round wildly up and down beams and ropes and wall bars and across benches, some trying to catch and some trying to get away. All the girls were in the prescribed white tops, but somehow most of them had ignored the rules about what to wear on their bottoms, and the mixture of rather inelegant blue shorts, stylish gym knickers, which was what they were supposed to be wearing, and what were undoubtedly school knickers, was not very aesthetic. Alison Holt in particular was wearing a rather faded rust red pair of old school knickers that were extremely tight on her and showed far too much. Alison always aggravated her PE mistress; she was so full of herself and she had a plump bottom that always seemed to beg for someone to send a springy length of bamboo swishing into it.
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June 16th, 2018

Rough Justice

Punishment in a foreign land

By Avena

The metal door banged open and two dark burly figures appeared.

“Hey, thank goodness. Please…”

Instead of replying, the men yanked me off the stone-cold floor and twisted my hands behind me. The same metal rings cuffed my skin as my hands were handcuffed together. A dark hood was draped over my head, causing me to kick and scream louder as they half walked, half dragged me out. After a few minutes, I was sat down and one ring of the cuffs was removed, but seconds later I heard another click. Only then was my hood removed.

I found myself staring at two figures, one a rather lean guy with a moustache and, next to him, an older lady. I was about to speak when the man started rattling off in a strange language I could not comprehend. I was in some newly independent Eastern Country, where I mainly get by with hand-signs and broken English. His rant continued on for more than ten minutes, then stopped. Again, I tried to respond, but this time the woman spoke with a thick accent.
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June 14th, 2018

House Rules

A lodger learns to follow the rules. By a new writer to us.

by Stephen Peters

Nicola Green was a 21 year-old graduate in English Literature from Exeter University. She had been fortunate to get an offer of a 6 month internship at a small, but respectable, London publishing house starting 2 months after she graduated with an upper second class degree. The problem was that, as so often is the case in today’s ultra-competitive market, the position was unpaid. The company were promising that there would be an opportunity to become a full-time employee at the end of her internship, but for the first six months Nicola was required to ‘learn’ for free.
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June 13th, 2018

The Stable Girls

Two stable girls taught a lesson for fighting

By PS

Katherine and Lucy were upper class senior stable girls, both aged 19 and working at the Trotters Bottom stables full time. They also worked with 2 junior stable hands, Emma and Joanne aged 15 and 17, plus Kim, Andrew’s daughter who was training to be jockey and was older at 21. They also worked with the stable boys who were of similar age, and this included Martin who was 18 and trying to get a date with Lucy.

Katherine had medium ash blonde hair and was a trim 34-26-36, whilst Lucy had long dark hair and a more mature figure at 36-28-40. Both girls came from a riding background so knew the score and how to behave at eventing, and indeed races they were sometimes required to attend, to look after the horses in between races and events.
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June 13th, 2018

You Are in Big Trouble, Young Lady

A woman misuses her husband’s credit card

By Helena Danielle Alexander

Summer night was descending on a small town placed comfortably on the Danube River. A light summer breeze made curtains swing and bring much needed freshness into the room. Alexandra was lying on the bed rubbing her red, well punished bottom. Tears were still running down her face. Her husband had just spanked her but, after all, he also forgave her for making the same stupid mistake again.

She wasn’t crying because he spanked her. No, she was crying because she felt stupid, and guilty, for letting herself do the same thing again.

Alexandra was a beautiful, twenty-nine year old woman. Her long, red hair tumbled over her thin shoulders all the way down to her firm breasts. She was tall, her body was perfectly shaped. She had a good heart and was a very nice, warm and kind person. But  she was born naughty and stubborn, and her husband had no other choice but to discipline her because she would often push his temper over the edge of tolerance, especially when she was borrowed his credit card without permission. On this occasion she had gone too far.
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June 12th, 2018

My Responsibility

Two girls play a prank and pay the price. By a new writer to us

By Sasha G

Hi, people, my name is Darcy Pingleton and I’m sixty-two years old. I’m married to a devoted husband and, although all my children are grown up, I had decided to get a dog. I’d just picked her up today, a lively little Shih Tzu only twelve weeks old. I’ve named her Buttons, after my first dog, and right now I’m sitting by the fireplace with her asleep on my lap.

My still incredibly handsome husband, Matt, walks in and sits down across from me. He looks up at me and asks: “Why did you name her buttons?”
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June 9th, 2018

A Headmaster calls

The ladies have another appointment

By PW

Mrs Penny Brown was apprehensive. Her idea of booking another spanking from Mr Simmons, the Headmaster of her daughter Helen’s last school, had seemed like a good idea at the time. Penny and Helen Brown had been caned, at their own request and in their own lounge, after Mrs Brown had discovered her daughter was occasionally returning secretly to Archdean to receive motivational corporal punishment from Mr Simmons in a private capacity.

Initially horrified when first finding out about this she had intensively interrogated her daughter and later had forced a meeting with Mr Simmons, the result of which had convinced Mrs Brown that the arrangement was indeed exactly as her daughter had explained and had no sexual overtones. However what had also happened after Mrs Brown’s initial anger had stabilised was that she had herself become infatuated with the idea of receiving corporal punishment, and so after these machinations had played out and time had moved on, one day in September Mother and Daughter had duly received Mr Simmons into their home and taken turns to bend over to have the cane applied to their bare bottoms; eight strokes for Mrs Brown and twelve for the more experienced Helen, who was far keener on the discipline itself and for who the motivational aspect was an inferior reason compared to her deep enjoyment of the ritual and sheer masochistic sensation of feeling the cane deliver its hot sting to her bottom.
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June 7th, 2018

Avena’s Story

A short story based on fact by a new writer to us

By Avena

My sisters and I were always spanked by our father. I have a variety of spanking experiences, from childhood to late teenage life; he only stopped spanking me when I was 19.

There were many times I was lazy, hanging out late with friends and never doing my schoolwork. My report card would often reflect this and my father would always adminster a spanking, never with his hand but with a device. Our mother would rarely spank us but would be present in the room.

“Get in your room!” I remember my father growling, once he returned home from work.
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June 7th, 2018

Late

A schoolgirl learns  there is no excuse for unacceptable behaviour

By Steven Wilson

Laura Williams was late. She had never been late for school before but as she glanced at her watch it was a real possibility that she would be today. She hardly ever dozed off again in bed once her alarm had gone off, so why on this of all mornings did she have to do so when her mother had left early for work so she was not around to give her a reminder to get up.

In a state of panic, Laura had leapt out of bed, pulled her nightie off and put her uniform on, skipped breakfast, grabbed her bag and raced out the front door, slamming it shut behind her. By her reckoning, if she hurried and ran part of the way, she might just get to school on time. As she set off down the road she resisted the urge to run too fast as it brought attention to herself and was all rather embarrassing.
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