Over The Desk Spanking Stories

The next in the series. A girl lies to keep out of trouble.

by Dick Templemeads

Julie was, to say the least disappointed, the eighteen year old, who worked at the Foreign Office, had been delighted when the allocation of leave dates had meant she could accompany he best friend Sophie on their first ever all girls holiday.

This being 1967, Julie and Sophie were only going to Butlins in Minehead, Club 18-30 not yet having been invented. But, at least this meant she would not have to make the annual dreary pilgrimage to the same old Devon campsite that her parents had dragged her to for the past ten years. Moreover, with her parents away at a different time to her, she’d have the house to herself and be able to bring Terry back. She wouldn’t be daring enough to allow him to stay the night, the neighbours were too nosy, but at least they’d have some time and privacy to take the final steps in their dating.

The next instalment of the Swishing Sixties series

By Dick Templemeads

On Saturday 18th July 1964, Alice Mariner was once again feeling miffed. She’d recovered from the trauma of being caned on her hands on her final day at school the day before, and then being given a bare-bottomed six of the best from her mother that morning for the same offence. Indeed she’d enjoyed her boyfriend Mark surreptitiously rubbing the wounded area that evening; however when she arrived back home at 10.30 in the evening her pleasure rapidly evaporated.

Alice wasn’t in trouble this time, indeed her parents were in a good mood. Just after Alice’s mother had caned her that morning, Alice’s mother’s sister, Rebecca, a widowed civil servant, had phoned and asked if her daughter, Samantha, who was five days older than Alice, could come to stay at her aunt’s for a week, as Rebecca had been summoned as a last minute speaker at a conference in Spain.

Punishment at school means punishment at home

by Dick Templemeads

(The next instalment of ‘The Swishing Sixties’ series)

Seven O’clock on a warm sunny evening on Friday 17th July 1964. Alice Mariner looked in her dressing table mirror and liked what she saw.

‘For the last four hours,’ she told herself. ‘I have been a young woman of eighteen and am no longer a schoolgirl.’

Alice had finished at St. Winifred’s Independent School that afternoon, and in two month’s time was expecting to go up to Oxford to read History as her father had done before her.

She turned back to the mirror and rechecked her appearance, her white blouse complimenting the plain black mini skirt, and her shoulder length brunette hair neatly groomed as ever, though tonight had been uncomfortable brushing her hair.

The concluding part of this story. (Warning – f/m only)

by Dick Templemeads

On the morning following her spanking, Juliet’s bottom still sported a rosy hue, although by the evening this had disappeared. We dined at the Italian restaurant on the Saturday evening and had a wonderful weekend.

The spanking was not referred to again until the evening of the following Thursday, the last day of the school year, when Juliet told me that on the Monday morning she had informed all the school in no uncertain terms of the standards expected and the serious consequences that would befall any who erred in the future. She added that there had been no further trouble for the rest of the week, and that she was sure that if she let standards slip in the future, then she would have to pay another visit across my knee.