Over The Desk Spanking Stories

A boy and a girl compare notes, but get caught and have to face the consequences

By Joanna Jones

Eddie sat on the chair in his girlfriend’s bedroom chatting. Sally was, as usual, lying on her bed, wearing one of her favourite short skirts and a pair of ankle socks.

It was early Saturday afternoon and, though they had the house to themselves, they had had not much more than a bit of a cuddle with some very mild petting. They had not been going out for long, and Brian knew not to push Sally to be more adventurous, at least not for a while yet.

When a girl is lucky enough to have extra help from a tutor, she needs to put the effort in too, or else.

By Joanna Jones

Derek Carter gazed dejectedly at the work Glenys had given him for homework. To say the attempt was ‘poor’ was an understatement. He had spent quite some time with her on the Shakespeare play she was studying for A-level English literature and had asked her to write three pages discussing one of the key points of the plot.

He had received a page and a half of rambling notes that showed minimal insight and looked like it had been put together in a rush after a night in the pub. It was not as if he’d been overloading her either; he had given her a week to do it, extended by another when she had said she was too busy with her schoolwork.

The older generation don’t always take kindly to some of the language used by today’s teenagers, as a girl discovers.

By Joanna Jones

In England in 2010 you would think physical chastisement of minors was well and truly a thing of the past. Theoretically I think a parent could still smack a child, but not if it leaves a ‘mark’, and that has been the case, at least unofficially, for somewhat over ten years and socially discouraged before that. Therefore the punishments that my parents apparently occasionally suffered in their childhoods should not have applied to me.

Trouble was someone forgot to tell my grandmother.

Fashions have a habit of repeating themselves, and not all are good memories.

By Joanna Jones

In the last couple of years there seems to have been a surge in interest in ‘onesies’, those pyjamas that fit you from head to toe (or at least neck to ankle) in a one piece garment.

My teenage daughter has recently taken to this craze and now already has three of these outfits. It is definitely her favourite form of nightwear.

On a number of occasions she has tried to persuade me to join in the fad, but I am sticking with my two piece pyjamas (or nightdress if it is warm or I want some fun with my husband). Apart from the general impracticality of the current designs (what happens if you need to get up in the middle of a cold night), for me the onesie will always have an altogether unpleasant association.