Over The Desk Spanking Stories

A fascination with naval discipline leads an admiral’s daughter into problems of her own.

By Frances Stephenson

My elder brother is an avid Hornblower fan and, when I was younger, these books came my way and I, in turn, became a fan, much to my mother’s chagrin as she wanted me to absorb a more feminine path. Although it is many years since I last read one, the ‘creaking ships’ remain as evocative as ever. FS

His Majesty’s good ship Themistocles was making its sedate way en route for the West Indies. The period was the Napoleonic War and England’s considerable Navy was either deployed in fighting the enemy or in protecting its trade routes. There was expected to be a mix of both of these activities in the West Indies and the officers and men of the Themo, as it was known by the crew, were kept on their toes by frequent practice and by keeping their ship in tip top condition. The officers and a dozen or so Midshipmen saw to it that the Captains orders were followed with brisk precision.

A liking for a new craze meets with opposition from religious leaders

By Frances Stephenson

(Illustration by kind permission of Janusworldwide.com)

This short story is intended as a tribute to Anton, the artist who published the picture some years ago in the well known spanking magazine, Janus. I was so impressed by Anton’s skill and by his composition that I decided to weave a short story around it.

 Anton. If you read this please be in touch with me via OTD. The use of your drawing is meant to be a tribute to your skill and composition. I have spent some months trying to track you down but with no success.

A girl has confused feelings about a former teacher and gets help to plot his downfall

By Frances Stephenson

Julia Stannard started to clear her desk at 7.30 in the evening. It had been a busy week and she carefully sifted through her papers putting aside some of her more urgent work which she would take home with her and polish them up at the weekend, and also start to prepare herself for the next week which was shaping up to be a busy one.

Julia was a Senior Director at a well known Investment Bank. As a highly qualified graduate she had then become a PhD in Economics specialising in the rarefied and complex world of financial derivatives. She now had a successful team working for her and her own formidable work ethic had ensured that she was extremely well rewarded.

Parts One and Two of a series. Features being bullied at school, and meeting up with an old admirer.

by Frances Stephenson

with suggestions by Penny Morton

PART ONE: Emily is awarded the Yellow Belt (Originally written as ‘Emily is awarded the Yellow Sash’ but updated and altered)

Emily Trent had turned eighteen and was in the sixth form at St Ursula’s Girls School in Sussex. She was a pretty girl and becoming prettier by the day; 5 foot 3 with a small waist and well shaped, although slightly full, legs with an excellent and well shaped bottom; her bust was again well shaped.

Her face was pretty in a shy and hesitant manner. Her hair was ‘fair’ being midway between a soft brown and blonde. Her skin was a delight, soft and pale; it had that dewy quality which seemed to hold the promise of a warm and sensual girl emerging into young womanhood. Evidence of puppy fat in her body and face would gradually disappear and leave an attractive young woman.