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.

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April 30th, 2016

After the Hockey Match

Twin sisters, and one lures the other into trouble. 

By Julie Baker

My name is Amanda Johnson and I was born in London in March 1954, half an hour before my twin sister, Victoria. We have always been known as Mandy and Vicky and have been inseparable since the day we came into this world. Later in life I married a farmer from Berkshire and went on to have three children of my own. Vicky married a film producer. They had twin boys and, after some time living abroad, currently live in London. We are identical twins and even now people have difficulty telling us apart. Vicky is still my closest friend and there are very few days when we don’t speak to each other on the phone. What is different between us, though, are our personalities. Vicky is quite cautious in what she does whereas I am more adventurous and inclined to take chances. Because of this I have always tended to be the leader and I have generally had the feeling that I needed to look after my younger sister.
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April 29th, 2016

The Artist

An accident leads to an opportunity

By Kane Strokes

In the small village of Prim Lacey, Jack Birch was the main topic of village gossip, or he would be if anyone could find out any more than what everybody knew. The villagers knew he had bought the isolated cottage at the end of the village that stood in its own large grounds. No one knew if there was a Mrs Birch. They knew about the high fence that had been built around the rear of the property by Ron Black, the village handyman, and old Freddy Pierce tended the gardens. If Jack Birch had anyone come in and clean for him, it was no one from the village. They knew he had money, he always paid cash, even for the fence Ron Black had built.
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April 29th, 2016

Julia

A girl becomes involved with a friend of her uncle.

by Will Pearson

I read the extract below on Voice in the Corner. It was originally from an out of print book, Sex, Sin and the Whole Damned Thing (Virgo 1979). My story is inspired by it.

I have not spoken or written about this much; most of the time when I have told this story people, especially women, tend to be disgusted. But what happened was consensual and was one of the happiest times of my life.

At 18 I went to live with an ageing uncle so that I could go to University in London. The uncle was a collector of old erotica, which I am sure my parents didn’t know about, and he had a lot of odd friends. I have to say here and now that Uncle was a kind man and never did anything inappropriate, I wouldn’t even know about his erotica if I hadn’t been snooping.
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April 29th, 2016

The Sound

An eighteenth birthday party takes an unexpected turn.

By Lorna Brand

Sound can be so evocative and at times provocative. It can transport you to a time, a place. It can conger up pictures in your mind and make all your other senses tingle out with your control as you feel it surge through your body. We never do sound justice when we try to describe it, we can allude to the volume or the pitch and can even give a sense of drama surrounding it but sometimes there is a sound that penetrates your whole being that will resonate forever within you but it is completely undecipherable and this is what I want to share with you today.
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April 28th, 2016

Holly’s Hen Weekend

Take four girls and too much alcohol, plus a cane.

By Paul S

Holly and eleven friends met at Luton airport on Friday before going through passport and security for their jet flight to Nice, due to arrive at 4.30pm.The flight was fairly uneventful and they passed through passport control and didn’t need baggage reclaim as the girls mostly had small bags or trolley suitcases.

The party consisted of Holly, who was 30 and a qualified vet and soon to be married. The other girls were all in their late 20s or early 30s, and some were married, some had boyfriends and some were still single.
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April 22nd, 2016

The Scholarship Girl

A better disciplined school has many advantages for a new girl, until she finds herself subject to that discipline.

By David

It had been the high point of Jane’s life when she won a scholarship to the prestigious private Ladies Academy in her home town. Now she could leave behind her scruffy Comprehensive with its low standards and casual attitudes. Poor though her background was, she had earned a place alongside the local female elite.

From the start, Jane revelled in the superb facilities and the excellent sports ground which she enjoyed in the limited time between her demanding classes. She was proud to wear the uniform, including the maroon gold-braided blazer and school tie. Sixth Form girls had the option of trousers but Jane, who had worn them throughout her comprehensive years, was now pleased to put on a school skirt or summer dress over her regulation underwear. Keen to conform to her new standards, she always ensured that her knickers were maroon as well.
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April 19th, 2016

A Question of Law

Circumstances of war make for unusual actions in a school.

By Jane Fairweather

It was heavenly on top of these Cornish cliffs, Jaqueline Hawkins thought; the sky was a radiant blue, the sea a most beautiful green and no cloud to be seen. Jaqueline fixed her eye on the criss-crossings of a couple of large birds. In Greece, at one time, they would have been thought of as gods in disguise, so beautiful were their movements.

And apart from the sea’s quiet lapping it was so quiet. In London, before Miss Charlton, their headmistress, had girded up her loins and moved Hawk House School to the peace of the West Country, there had been constant background noise from the artillery in Flanders on the Western Front, besides the city noises of rumbling carts and screeching trains, and from time to time the explosion of the bombs from the great beetle-like German planes, the ‘Gothas’, those modern Harpies whose advent had decided Miss Charlton to move her school.
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April 18th, 2016

School Reunion Part 2

Two more ‘old girls’ are confronted by their vengeful  former headmistress

By Kane Strokes

Mrs Roberts opened the door to the headmistress’s office for Liz and Angela to enter; they walked in. Mrs Hepworth was sat behind her desk; there were no other chairs in the room, so Liz and Angela stood in front of her desk.

“Hi, Mrs Hepworth,” Liz said cheerfully.

Mrs Hepworth frowned at the pair of them.

“I’d like you to cast your minds back 15 years to the day you left this school. When I drove away from this school it seemed like every car in the country was hooting it’s horn at me. I wondered why. I soon found out as then pupils unknown to me had placed very rude signs and banners on my car, carefully placed so I wouldn’t see them, which unrolled as I drove for the motoring public to see and laugh at.”
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April 17th, 2016

Eileen & Cynthia

Trying to deceive their mother works out badly for two sisters

By Lisamum

Saturday morning, and two sisters, Eleanor, aged nineteen, and Cynthia aged seventeen, were on their way into town to go round the shops, and also for Eleanor to meet her boyfriend, Eric, without her mother knowing. She had been banned by her mother from seeing him as she considered him to be totally unsuitable for her. The girls went into the park to be away from prying eyes and to wait for Eric. Punctual to the minute, Eric arrived and Cynthia went off to the shops. Later in the morning, Cynthia went off home.
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April 17th, 2016

Praetorium Responsibilities

Two girls’ drunken behaviour spoils a treat enjoyed by all the upper sixth, with painful consequences. By a new writer to us.

By Dobbo

Josh Evans woke up dreamily that morning, 14 May 1969, with the vague feeling that today would have something special to offer. As the haze of sleep evaporated so it came back to him with a start. Yes, indeed, today was THE day. The day when Laura Frankland and Abi Hunt were to appear before the Praetorium!

Josh was senior prefect, otherwise known as Head of House, at Allingham Hall, one of the lesser known, albeit highly prestigious, public schools so favoured by the families of ‘Middle England’. As such, along with the Heads of the other three Houses he also enjoyed membership of the somewhat grandiosely entitled Praetorium, in effect the pupil body that oversaw day-to-day school life. The prefectorial system has always been popular with English public schools and never more so than at boarding establishments such as Allingham. Having senior pupils taking a large measure of responsibility for the smooth running of the establishment was deemed essential, not least for the development of the pupils themselves as they moved from adolescence into full manhood. At Allingham each House had its own cadre of prefects drawn from the best of the Upper 6th. Matters pertaining to academic performance were, of course, totally the remit of the teaching staff but managing the everyday business of school life was very much in the hands of the prefects.
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