May 15th, 2012

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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 26th, 2015

Pain or Pleasure?

 Too much alcohol and a wife’s behaviour spoils a party.

By Holy Diver

Gordon and Michelle Ross were a newly-wed young couple who lived in the English countryside. Michelle was 28, tall with reddish-brown curly hair and had curves in the right places, particularly her breasts and bottom. Gordon had just turned 30, was a tall and muscular man with dark hair. Both had successful jobs. Michelle worked at the local bank, maths being her strong point. Gordon worked for a legal firm. They had been together since their teenage years and were bonded with their strong interest in spanking.

Even though Michelle was regularly spanked by her mother right up until she became an adult, she still wanted to retain the disciplinary aspect in her life. When they started dating, Michelle had confided this to Gordon and, to her delight, he was only too happy to oblige. For the early years of their relationship, they only experimented with minor implements such as the hairbrush and wooden spoon, before progressing to the leather strap when Michelle became more confident.

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April 21st, 2015

Caught Spying

A girl finds herself in the wrong part of the school, and faces the consequences.

By Ben Barr

Author’s note:

I was fortunate to have seen a school punishment book dating from the 1980s which belonged to a certain school in New South Wales, Australia. I found one entry on the final page to be of particular interest. The details given in the punishment record are as follows: – 

Year – 1984

Girl aged 16

Offence – Spying on boys changing

Punished by – Deputy Head (Female)

No. of cane strokes – six

Position – Bending over a chair

Clothing – administered over panties

We will never know the exact details of the offence committed or of the punishment administered but I was motivated to write this fictional account.

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April 19th, 2015

A Small Matter of Uniform

Uniform rules are strict, even for sixth form girls.

By Jane Fairweather

“Come on Lemon, we’d better get a move on or we’ll be late for Carstairs’ history!” Josephine Renniston, generally known as Jo because her rumbustiousness had reminded her mother of the heroine of Little Women, called out to her best friend, Jane Smith, alias Lemon for reasons that had long been forgotten.

“No, not just yet. We’ve got two minutes. Besides, don’t you want to see the gorgeous things Daddy sent for my birthday?!”

“I’ve seen them more than once! And it’s a week since your birthday.” Said Jo dryly.

Her friend’s obsession with pretty feminine underwear was something that Jo would never quite understand; her own idea of quiet rebellion was to put on tights and thin nylon briefs instead of the absurd combination of very full and inelegant school knickers and nylon stockings with suspender belt that the school rules decreed for Sixth Formers, though in fact hardly anyone obeyed those rules, even if Miss Dodd, the deputy head, had been making rumblings about it in recent days.

April 12th, 2015

Ricardo’s

Eating out at one of the best restaurants in town can get you more than a good meal.

By Lorna Brand

Ricardo’s was a very busy Italian Restaurant in the main city centre. It was always packed out especially, around the weekend. Booking ahead was essential if you wanted a table but even then if you turned up in anything less than smart attire you would not be seated. Ricardo’s was a third generation Italian restaurant owned by a very proud, handsome head chef, Marcus. Like his father and grandfather before, he would not suffer fools gladly and had a firm but fair way about him. He treated his staff like family, as most of them were, but as such he expected them to conduct themselves in a manner fitting for his restaurant’s reputation, or they would be swiftly dealt with in the same way staff had for generations.

March 30th, 2015

The Last School Caning?

This factual account first appeared on our sister website for such reminiscences (otd-memories) and has been added to this site by popular request.

My dubious claim to fame is that I might well be the last school girl in England to be legally caned.

I was born into a strictly Catholic family in Nottingham in March 1981. My family has Spanish blood in its ancestry, as evidenced by my maiden name which was Martinez. I was christened Lucy and inherited black hair with dark colouring, presumably from my father’s side of the family. I have two older brothers who also have olive skin colour and we were all regarded as tall, strong children whilst we were growing up. I have always loved sports and have always kept myself in good shape. It’s not for me to say but I think I was generally thought of as a pretty and attractive girl during my early years with no shortage of male attention!

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March 26th, 2015

The Birthday Party

 Drama during World War One, where we meet again the character of Jennifer Franklin

By Jane Fairweather

“My dear Mrs Franklin,” said Miss Anne Archibald with a gracious air. “We are so glad to have you among us. So brave of you in the middle of a war to declare yourself a pacifist and leave your warrior husband. And you have made such an impression among us. But did you not say it was your birthday today? And indeed the post has brought you some parcels.”

Jennifer Franklin blushed, for she felt a just little guilty at the scale of her deception, thinking of that very gallant and patriotic naval officer who was her husband; he was no doubt as busy as a naval attaché in the British embassy in Paris in the midst of a great war would be expected to be.

March 24th, 2015

A Very Short Sharp Shock

A girl’s parents and school collude to issue a firm warning

By Pat Greenham

The Headmaster of Brathenhall College had three sick notes in front of him and one request for absence to attend a family funeral. They were all for Sarah Langton, an eighteen year old in the upper sixth who had been at the College for six years. Sarah was well liked but the Headmaster was aware that recently she had shown some rebellious behaviour. The problem he faced this morning was that the handwriting on the three sick notes was different from the letter requesting absence for the family funeral, despite all supposing to have come from Penny Langton, Sarah’s mother.

March 22nd, 2015

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by Susan Thomas

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March 18th, 2015

The Only Remedy

A sixth form girl discovers she’s not exempt from punishment.

By David

There was an unsettled atmosphere in the Upper Sixth English class. Mrs Maltby had taken the girls through the finer points of Shakespeare’s ‘Macbeth’ in previous lessons and had now instructed them to write an essay on the bard’s  understanding of Scottish history, but there was constant fidgeting and murmuring going on. It was so frustrating for her. This was a class of near-adults behaving like unruly children, yet she had no way of disciplining them. Detentions and impositions were unheard of for sixth formers. Eventually her patience gave way.

“I have had enough of all your disturbances,” she suddenly announced. “The next girl acting out of order will be sent to the Headmistress.”

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March 17th, 2015

The Introduction

How one young lady was introduced to a new hobby.

By Katherine Jones

I rounded the final corner of my journey and drew up in the hotel car park. The usual cocktail of emotions was pulsing through my body. I was fired by the anticipation and excitement I felt every time I saw him. However this was always mixed with the anxiety which flowed from the act of the deception I needed to perform to get away. From the moment I left work until the moment I returned home I was constantly worried about my family and work colleagues discovering the truth. I had once again explained my impending absence to them with a complicated lie which, on reflection, left a number of possible loose ends.