Please read 'Chris' before you read this.
Mr Green sat in his office reading Chris' report card. The school always posted the reports home just a few days before the end of term
Mr Green had cancelled the first few appointments in his diary so that he could study the report. Chris was awarded whacks for subjects where he had failed to meet his fathers expectations. In addition any adverse comments by a teacher or the Headmaster would gain the eleven year old additional punishment.
It was now 5.30 and the Headmaster watched from his window as the boys in his top class were collected by the fathers or mothers. His eyes fell on Chris, whose mother hugged him tightly as they met. he watcshed as the boy walked with his mother towards the car. He wondered how Chris would be pounsihed later on when the boy's father returned home.
The last comments in his section of the report card had read
''Chris is a bright boy who could do much better if he applied himself more effectively''.
He wrote similar words in most of the boys reports, they were always guaranteed to provoke most of the fathers into action. In addition the Headmaster had suggested that some additional tutoring during the short half term holiday might be beneficial for Chris and that if Mr Greeen was interested to please contact the headmaster by telephone.
As Chris disappeared around the corner to the school car park the Headmaster thought about the tutoring, should Chris's father request it. He had made the same suggestion to Chris's freind Peter's father.
Mr Green drove home a little fatster than usual that evening. Chris was quiet during dinner although his two sisters made up for that, talking excitedly about the trip that they and their mother were making the following day. Chris just thought about how that would leave him to his fathers fate the whole day. No mention was made about his report during dinner and when supper was over Mr Green told Chris, still in his school uniform to go to the srudy. Both girls diplomatically asked to be excused after helping with the dishes and they headed for their rooms. It was best to be out of their father's way when he was disciplining Chris. he always seemed to be in a bad mood after punishing the boy. They did not understand why Chris was spanked so often, after all he had never smacked them at all.
Chris stood in his darl grey trousers, white shirt and school tie for his father to arrive.
Mr Green entered the study and closed the door. He noticed that Chris, who was facing his desk as usual and had his back to his father, had grown a little in the six weeks he had been boarding. The man noticed that Chris trouser seat was a little tighter, almost stretching. The boy was filling out and had grown a little in height. He decided that a bare bottom hand spanking would be useful this evening and a caning would follow the next morning when his wife and daughters had left the house.
''Your report is unsatisfatory and your Headmaster tells me that it was necessary to slipper you this term Chris'' Mr Green spoke sternly as he walked past the boy and sat in the leather chair behind his desk.
Chris followed his father to the chair and stood to his father's right side. He hated this part of the punishment, when he had his underwear taken down. He wished his father would do it when he was across his knee, or let Chris pull down his own briefs. He felt like a baby and he would be twelve years old next week.
''Have you anything to say Chris?'',the man enquired, not really expecting or caring for an answer.
''No father''
Chris spoke softly and he dropped his eyes to the floor.
''Very well then...come with me''
Mr Green rose and sat himself down in the easy chair by the bookcase. Chris now knew he would be getting an over the knee smacking.
''Come here and turn around....good...now undo your trouser catch''
Chris reached down and undid his trousers and his father reached inside the waist and eased them don to the boys ankles.
''Step out of your trousers''
Chris obeyed.
Mr Green looked at the boy, he was a good looking little fellow and Mr Green was proud of the way his son was growing. But for now there was the matter of the report card to address. He had been looking forward to attending to the boy's backside all day. The boy needed some firm punishment this weekend to drive home to him the seriousness of his schoolwork.
''Now lets take these briefs off'' Mr Green smiled as he watched Chris drop his hands to his sides. Mr Green put his hands into each side of Chris's slim waist and slowly pulled down the white briefs. He knew Chris hated this part and the expression on the boy's face of complete acceptance of his fate interested the man.
Chris was eased into his spanking position gently and Mr Green rested his hand on the right buttock. The skin was warm. Mr Green cupped the buttock. He rubbed the surface lightly, it seemed a little fleshier than the last time he had spanked the boy. Mr Green moved the bottom of Chris's white shirt out of his way. Chris had not been allowed to undo his tie. It felt uncomfortably tight around his neck now that he was in this position and the front of the tie was falling against the boys face.
Mr Green raised his hand and brougth it down with a hard smack on Chris's right buttock. Mr Green was delighted to note a small bounce in the bottom flesh.
Chris moaned ''ouch' as the skin turned a slight pink colour. He knew that worse was to come before bed time.
Mr Green now began to spank with a faster regularity than usual and as he did so Chris's right bottom cheek began to bounce under the firm hand slaps. Mr Green was enjoying this. He smacked and smacked....
faster and faster, his sons bottom bouncing on his knee, the skin becoming more red...
redder and redder....
harder and harder..... faster... faster.... faster,
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Chris was crying openly, his bottom was stinging and had turned a darker shade of red. Mr Grrn spanked hard in the area between the peak of his son's bottom and the top of his thighs. This part of his son's bottom was soft and as he smacked harder the rest of the buttock seemed to move until it almost jingled like jelly.
''please father... it hurts...please I've had enough..please stop...please.....I will be good''
Mr Green continued to slap his son's right buttock. It was now hot to touch and the man's right hand was actually starting to sting.
This was for his son's own good. He must learn to work better at his schoolwork or he would simply not achieve the grades required to enter his fathers prestigious old school.
Chris had nothing left in him. His bottom stung like mad and he lay like a rag doll over his fathers lap.
Mr Green adjusted his position so that he was more comfortable and father and son rested together. Mr Green looked at his son's red bottom...more punishment would take place tomorrow.
After ten minutes or so Chris was standing in front of his father. His eyes were puffy and red from crying. Mr Green pulled the boys briefs up and over his spanked young botom and ordered Chris to his bedroom.
Mr Green poured himself a large brandy and returned to his desk. He picked up the telephone.
''George....its Charles Green speaking. As you can well imagine I have sent young Chris off to bed with a very sore bottom. I was quite disgusted at the report card. Can you give me a few more detils about the tutoring. .... oh yes I am absolutely determined he will get to my old school...even if I have to whack the lazy boy every weekend between now and the end of the school year.'
The Headmaster smiled to himself. This was the second such telepehone call he had received that evening. He would put the proposition to Charles Green that he had to Chris's freind Peter's father.
Chris and Peter would arrive at 8.30 on the following Monday moring for a week of extra work. Yes and he would supervise the boys personally.
''Did you approve of the slippering think every Friday evening a little excessive?''
''Certainly not dear chap..keep it up if you would''
Charles green went off to see that Chris was in his pyjamas as ordered and the Headmaster settled down for a relaxing evening.
Considering the day's events and the outcome of his plans for the following week, the Headmaster felt quite satisfied. On Monday he could look forward to entertaining the two school boys both of whom would no doubt sit carefully on their chairs.