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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April 17th, 2019

Wendy Harrison

A senior girl is punished at school and again at home.

By Gillian Howard

My Name is Wendy Harrison and I had just received my A level results which were not been as good as expected. I was therefore given permission to retake my final year again.

I attended a mixed grammar school in the west country. The year was 1967 and I had completed 7 years at the school, where corporal punishment was administered for any deviation of the rules. Along with my 3 best friends, I had gone through my entire school life without any physical punishment.

At the time, you were considered to be a child until you were 21, and I was informed that I could return to school but would still be eligible to be punished and I would also have to wear sixth form uniform. I had to see the Headmaster on my first morning and was told in no uncertain terms that any slacking on my behalf would not be tolerated.
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April 17th, 2019

Archdean School: The End of an Era

The headmaster’s time at Archdean draws to a close

By PW

Helen Brown had taken 12 hard strokes of the cane early on Saturday morning and the pain and the burning smart had only slightly reduced during the rest of the day, but she sat with her Mother in the evening, more recovered now, sipping wine and watching television. Mr Simmons had advised her to broaden her reading material and this had been talked about with her Mother on and off as the day progressed.

Mrs Brown was sympathetic towards her daughter and understood Helen’s position because her own motivational discipline had actually been successful; at the back of her mind was the knowledge that Mr Simmons would always rise to the occasion again if asked. Indeed, the thought had been playing around in her mind for a while, partly because she felt she could be motivated just as well with a milder session of corporal punishment, but also the local gossip grapevine had one or possibly two other mother/daughter pairs partaking of Mr Simmons’ tutoring and the competitive streak in Penny Brown ran strong. As was her intrinsic curiosity.
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April 16th, 2019

Returning Home From London

Following on from ‘An American in London’, Katie now has to face her mother.

By Mary Desmond

Things were starting to come together in my life. I had just completed my internship at a major corporation in London for the final hurdle needed to complete my courses and earn my four year degree at the university back in the US. The corporation, whose name I will continue to keep out of the story, had given me an opportunity of a lifetime with the internship. They had placed me at their London office and catered to my needs with assistance for travel, housing and any training needed, all the while paying me a decent wage during my time with them.
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April 15th, 2019

James Steward, Deputy Headmaster

A new deputy headmaster starts a new regime

By Brian Melville

Fifty year old James Steward was a man of five foot eight inches, with grey hair, brown eyes, and a rather big stomach. He entered his study at Sydmore College for Girls on the south coast of England where he transferred to about ten years ago when he was promoted to Deputy Headmaster by the Department of Education. At the time, the only available position was at the all girls school.

He was a formidable, strict but fair, man, and loved by all three hundred and twenty-seven girls at the school, as well as all thirty-six members of staff.
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April 12th, 2019

Strained Friendship

A girl wants to make a friend, but has a strange way of showing it.

By Jane Fairweather

“Poor Anne has had to go home. I am afraid her nerves are not as good as they might be, which is always a risk when a sensitive girl tries for the highest level of exams.” Miss Frazer observed rather wryly to Priscilla Smith-Jones, her deputy head girl and the only other present member of the Scholarship Sixth, which specifically targeted places at the Cambridge women’s colleges.

“I am jolly sorry to hear that, Miss.” Priscilla stated demurely.

In fact, she was well aware of Anne’s panic attacks of the last week, which in Priscilla’s opinion had been cowardice, pure and simple. The stupid cow had kept sitting in her room crying and saying she could not possibly pass the Cambridge scholarship exams. And now it had finally led to her leaving the school.
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April 4th, 2019

No Apology Needed

A girl gets herself and her best friend in trouble.
By Brian Melville

St Johns Secondary School was situated in the east of England and was known for its strict discipline policy as it was the only school in the area where corporal punishment was still administrated to both boys and girls.

As Venessa Barnes  stood next to her best friend, Melissa Chase,  with the tips of their noses firmly pressed against  the  cream  coloured wall of the headmaster’s study, she couldn’t believe that she had  been so stupid to convince her best friend to not only skip  their mathematics  class earlier,  but they  also  skipped school the previous  day, and wrote  fake sick notes from their mothers.
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April 3rd, 2019

Opportunity Knocks

A chance meeting on the internet provides an unexpected work opportunity.

The beginning of a new book/series from a new writer to us

By J D Knight

Eighteen year old Tina Elizabeth Burnett lived at home with her parents in Newcastle-upon-Tyne. Much like a lot of working class girls typical of her age and background, she found herself at an awkward crossroads in life confused, frustrated and struggling to find a viable worthwhile future path to pursue. She had no qualifications or discernible skills on her CV to speak of. The school she attended (sporadically) was one of the worst in the country and, despite being relatively bright, she was often let down by her attitude and volatile temper. She was expelled from secondary school and unable to find another school in time to sit her exams, which she didn’t stand much chance of passing anyway. The same happened again at college after one too many arguments with the staff and fights with other students, when she was expelled once more. Having given up on further education, Tina also found her attitude and behaviour to be somewhat undesirable to prospective employers in the job market. She didn’t respond well to authority figures and her employers didn’t have the patience for her antics, so Tina was currently surviving on minimum wage, menial, ad-hoc temporary agency work with most days spent idling about in her bedroom just waiting for the phone to ring.
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April 2nd, 2019

Another Visit to the Archdean

The next in the series. Helen returns to her mentor for more motivational discipline.

By PW

After the weekend, at the beginning of December, when Helen and her Mother, Penny, had invited James Simmons around to their house to administer motivational corporal punishment, Penny felt matters had gone well beyond what she was personally comfortable with and decided it was not going to happen to her again. Consequently, the Brown Family House was taken out of bounds, but Helen understood her Mother’s stand. She was a married woman, and it should never have happened there in the first place. However, the original stated arrangement between her daughter and her daughter’s ex-headmaster, where she was visiting him to receive discipline purely for the purpose of keeping her focused on her studies, was a basis to which Mrs Brown had already agreed and therefore saw no reason to try to stop Helen seeing him again. In reality, she knew she probably couldn’t anyway, as Helen was of legal age to determine what she could do for herself and, secondly, Helen had argued, vehemently and convincingly, that there was nothing sexual, no dark motives, no money, nothing at all else involved; Helen went and saw him, took a hard caning which she said she enjoyed, then left again, and that was all. Mrs Brown felt she didn’t have any sound reasons on which to try to dissuade her and, anyway, having partaken herself, it was hypocritical to even try.
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March 26th, 2019

The Beginning Of My Career

A young man takes up a teaching post

by Hilary Wilmington

I found this memoir among a box-full of papers in my boss’s office after his untimely death. I say ‘untimely’, which it was in a way, but he lived to a good age. Since it was his own business, he kept on working to the end, to the occasional frustration of his employees. 

His widow, who was devoted to him, as he was to her, asked me to destroy all the papers in his office. She wanted nothing kept. She was an impetuous person. I managed to persuade her to let me go through them for her, in case there was anything important of a financial or scientific nature that should be preserved. That was when I came across it. I’m sure she had no knowledge of its existence and I did not tell her about it. 
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March 18th, 2019

Text at Your Own Risk

A spanking at school means more trouble at home

By Kelly DiMarco

As I turn the corner onto my street, I see Mom’s car parked in the driveway. Uh oh. I always get home before her, she might know something’s up. Or Ms Radley might have told her. They called the other time I got spanked at school. That was the only time Dad ever gave me the belt, but that was in 4th grade, and it was for getting in a fight. Of course they called. I’m 17 now, and this isn’t as serious. Not even close. So hopefully she doesn’t know. But even if she does, it won’t be as bad, right? I take a deep breath and open the door.
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