Over the Desk! (20 Stories of You Know What)

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Prefect's Punishment by Mike London: Helen, an 18-year-old prefect at a girls' school, offends the elderly school governor by pushing past her to get on the bus and then later insulting her. The enraged governor goes directly to the school's Headmistress demanding maximum punishment. Rightly or wrongly, Helen receives the caning of her life, her first ever, and loses her prefect status. I see. And did you comment on what you felt were his ‘old-fashioned values’ during that discussion?” Next one’ was Florence Lafleur. Ten years old, sent for repeated tardiness. As she entered, she already looked terrified. I could see it was not only her first time here, in her four years at the institute, she had never been punished. Of course, she feared what lay ahead. The Headmaster motioned them both to the door and after they both fixed their skirts and Rebecca blew her nose they headed out and to their dorm room. Having put their problem to bed, she owed them equal respect. They'd bared their souls, and she'd left them uncomfortable. Grabbing her phone, she messaged her friends 'Fixed your problem. Girls' night soon? Just us?'

Wilhelmsen Institute was one of the few schools that kept on using corporal punishment. Located on an island, just off the north german coast, it housed pupils from countries all around the world whose parents cherished the old-fashioned approach to discipline. In the classroom, teachers made use of a wooden ruler, applied to the pupils palms, to deal with minor infractions. For more serious things, pupils could be slippered by their form masters – or, for repeated or very serious offences, got sent to the headmistress. Thank you sir. I agree, with Mercedes forgetting to wear the wrong underwear and Rebecca being so rebellious, I will get a lot of practice."I sat down on one of the chairs in front of my desk and took hold of Jennys arm. Like a much younger girl, I guided her over my knee. With a few short moves I adjusted her position to my liking and then adressed the three pupils still standing there, nose to the wall. Well, it does allow her to be prepared for the spanking. It depends of course on the type of punishment that needs to be administered. Also, in this case, you need practice so it was easy to have you warm up with the paddle before we move to the cane." A sixteen year old boy, Florian Meier from 11B entered the room. His face was already almost as red as his hair, you could see he was really embarassed to be here. Well, he should be. Another part of his anatomy would soon join his face and hair with its colour.

Fletcher, your punishment will be 8 strokes with the senior cane. Lift up your skirt and get over my desk again.” Carly shivered. She'd imagined her warm welcome accompanied by an extreme thrashing. Proud of her flawless apology, Miss Roberts would still condemn her to a severe sentence. Her memorable initial visit had hurt far worse than she'd expected. However, her stunning relief and soaring self-respect had beaten her every dream. I… I am sorry, Miss.” She had stammered that words before, when she was still over my knees. I could see she really was sorry now.The chattering went on for a few minutes, when suddenly Kristina Larsson called from inside the study room: You showed me Miss Roberts' business card. The card you waved at me, she ceased using over a year ago, when you were seventeen." Miss Parks,” the woman announced, as though she were uttering a death sentence rather than a name. Mr Haughtry sat behind his massive oak desk, his hands held up just below his chin, his fingers making a cat’s cradle.

Hesitantly, Thomas leaned forward, excruciatingly aware of the sight his bare bottom would present to this elegant lady. With his all his weight on the desk, he had never felt more exposed in his life. The cool air on his bottom only adding to his feeling of exposure and humiliation. Now, Müller. 8 Strokes it is. And don’t you dare to interfere in any way, or it’ll be extra strokes.” I'm giving you freedom, Carly. You believe in strict discipline. I think you're wise beyond your years. You lied to protect yourself. You aren't a bad girl. I expect you to apologize to Miss Roberts. It will require immense humility, and I imagine hurt like hell." Miss Roberts studied her reformed client. She'd thought Carly wise. Recent events had disappointed her. She took those last four strokes, desperately trying not to get up. When it was over, she, too, was crying hard.It says here that you were late for several lessons, and that you failed to hand in your homework for the third time this week. What do you have to say for yourself?” The Headmaster spoke. "You may cry out if you need Rebecca but don't make a scene, it won't get you out the punishment. Don't let he cries deter you Miss Gregory. This is a punishment, she should cry." Carly's thighs tensed. Humiliating marks on her delicate skin were fair. Meeting Miss Roberts' eye, she said, "It's necessary. I'll bear your marks in dignified shame."