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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February 18th, 2019

Texas Prison Justice

A girl goes off the rails, but the authorities know how to deal with her.

By Seymour Jay

Debbie and her 17 year old daughter Tiffany had recently moved to south Texas from Chicago Illinois. They lived in a rough Chicago suburb. Tiffany was a tall, very skinny, out of control teenager. She was in and out of trouble too many times to count. Debbie had family in rural Texas and thought the slower pace of Texas may have a positive impact on Tiffany.

Debbie could see a bit of her former self in Tiffany. Tiffany was disrespectful to her and pretty much everyone else. Tiffany had been in trouble with the police several times in Chicago. There was so much crime that the minor vandalism and curfew violations caused by people like Tiffany just seemed to fall through the cracks of the courts. The courts were so busy with serious crimes that Tiffany never had been in any real trouble for the things she had did. Debbie herself had been in minor trouble throughout her teen years but had managed grow out of it over the years and wanted better for her daughter.
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February 17th, 2019

Paint Not Appreciated

A prank at school gets four girls into trouble.

By Kenny Walters

I’d been sitting on tenterhooks all through the first two lessons of the day. Mid-morning break was a very nervous affair, but when the bell sounded for the next lessons to commence and we’d still heard nothing, a faint glimmer of hope began to emerge. That was dispelled in the third lesson, when one of the school secretaries entered the classroom during an English lesson with Mrs Peterson. They had a whispered conversation which I certainly couldn’t hear, but then I felt I knew only too well what was being said. The secretary, Mrs Daniels, then stood back a pace for Mrs Peterson to make an announcement.
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February 14th, 2019

Motivational Methods

A girl seeks help for her studies. By a new writer to us.

By Richard Campbell

“Ah, Norfolk. Do come in and sit down.”

Mr Roberts had been the headmaster of St Joan’s Girls School for many years. I had been in his office a couple of times. First when I joined the school in the 3rd year. On that occasion he was very pleasant. My second visit, in the 4th year, was all together different; he was stern and angry about my involvement in a prank. I got triple detention that time, with the threat of expulsion for any further poor behaviour.

His office was quite big, with space for his large old fashioned desk and chairs for guests to sit. Otherwise, there were a couple of filing cabinets and a tall cupboard.
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February 8th, 2019

Old Enough to Know Better

A mystery thief is revealed, much to the owner’s surprise

By Seymour Jay

My wife, Lyla and I were happily married and have been for 5 years. We are both in our mid 30s. I own a retail business and repair shop in town. My wife works at the business full time. We were unable to have a child so we adopted a 3 year old recently. Along with both of us working and having the child now, we are both very busy, to say the least.

As time went on, my wife found that keeping up on the housework and laundry was more than she was able to do. I suggested hiring a maid. I was making good money and could easily afford a part time maid someone that can come 1 day a week or 2 half days and keep the house dusted, dishes done, laundry done and so on. My wife really didn’t want a stranger in our house. She was afraid of theft of belongings, money and so on.
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February 7th, 2019

Hard Day’s Night

Two nursing students experience the realities of living in a nurse’s home in the 1960s

By Angela Fox

“It’s been a hard day’s night,

And we’ve been working like dogs,

It’s been a hard day’s night

We should be sleeping like logs.”

 Anniston and I were singing along at the top of our voices to the cassette I had popped into the Mini’s stereo system. We were just pulling out of the Odeon Cinema car park where we had watched the Beatles film ‘Hard Day’s Night’. We had barely got across the kerb onto the High Street when there was a ‘pop’ and the steering felt all funny. Immediately, I switched the radio off so I could think.
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February 5th, 2019

Help Wanted

A stepdaughter disappoints, and gets dealt with. By a new writer to us.

By Seymour Jay

I own an automotive sales and repair facility. I recently had a ‘help wanted’ ad displayed, looking for office type help. Melanie came in looking for work.

Melanie was at one time my stepdaughter. Her mother and I were married for about 5 years. We had been separated for about 6 years. I had not seen Melanie since her mother and I separated.

I greeted Melanie and invited her to my office to talk about her employment possibilities and to catch up for the last 5 years. She and I were always close when her mother and I were married, but after the separation it was best for all parties that we all went our separate ways. Melanie was now 21 years old. I suppose that I had not seen her since she was 15 or 16 years old.
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February 5th, 2019

The Lodger Five Years On

A young woman has an unexpected encounter with an old acquaintance

By Steven Wilson

My name is Sally Nugent and I have previously written two accounts of the events that occurred between Mr Robinson and myself which I would hope you are already familiar with. Those events took place five years ago when I was eighteen years of age and I am now a young woman of twenty-three, no longer the naïve teenager I may have been at that time.

Over the last five years I successfully completed my business studies course and am now training to be an accountant with a small local firm. It is not a career that I could have seen myself following in my younger days, and at times I still doubt whether it is the correct choice, but I seem to have an aptitude for it and, as my mother says, it is a sensible career path to embark on.
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February 3rd, 2019

Questions of Principle

Poor choices gets different generations into difficulty, but with similar results

By Jane Fairweather

Miss Thomson ran her hand rather sensuously over her very elegant nylon underskirt, which was itself covering the lower half of a rather lovely scarlet petticoat. The petticoat hid a very ordinary white vest, an extremely elegant black bra and fawn coloured directoire knickers, not to mention a small corset that doubled as a suspender belt and kept the worst of her stomach from view.

She had long ago decided that it was good in the evening to remove the stern grey skirt suit that served as her headmistress’s uniform in the day, and put on something altogether more informal. It served to teach the girls that one day they would be free to change into more elegant clothes in the evening when they had finished their day as a teacher or civil servant or secretary, and she liked her girls to know what dressing well looked like.
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January 27th, 2019

The Texas Saddle

Two American girls have a drunken night out, and their mothers make them pay. An old story revised and republished.

by Kenny Walters

Emily Carter slammed the Jeep Grand Cherokee into a vacant slot right across the street from the Tacahoosa Sheriff’s office. She flung the door open and stepped out into the morning sun. The tall dark-haired woman’s white broad-rimmed Stetson, freshly laundered white blouse and smart grey pin-stripe pants might have looked out of place in some parts, but not in this affluent township with its fine houses and outlying horse ranches.

A horn beeped just as Mrs Carter began to cross the street. Looking around, with more than a thought to giving the driver a piece of her mind, she saw a dark blue Ford pick-up pulling in behind her Jeep.
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January 21st, 2019

Treason

Set in medieval times, a girl receives typical punishment of the age

By Jane Fairweather

“You have got the quails for your aunt, dear, haven’t you?”

Mother was fretting, Alice thought to herself. Mother did not like sending her only child away at such a time, when the loyalty of her husband to the crown was openly being questioned, but, Alice thought to herself, her lady mother knew all too well that Alice would be a lot safer with her Aunt Margaret, the countess of Eboracum, whose husband stood high in the favour of King Arthur the Fourth of Lyonesse, than here in the castle of her father, who was on the verge of being condemned to death for treason, which would lead of course to the loss of his lands and her own disinheritance. Mother would probably end up in a nunnery, if she did not find herself on a scaffold sharing her husband’s fate, which god forbid. Women were not often executed for treason, but it was not unknown. Everyone knew King Arthur was a great and wrathful king; and her Mother and Father had always been very close. If Father was involved in treason, it was quite likely that Mother was as well. This could well be the last time she would see either of her parents.
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