This story is set 40 years ago.
Chris was nine when his parents were killed but he did not stay in the orphanage for long before he was adopted by the Green family. The Greens had two daughters of 14 and 12 but Mr Green had alsways wanted a son and Mrs Green was unable to have further children. Mr Green was an influential bank manager in the city close to the pleasant small country town in which they lived. The adpotion went through quickly and Chris found himself living a completely different life to the one he had been used to before the accident.
Mrs Green did not really like boys but whe was a caring person and Chris liked the way his new mother dressed and smelt when she hugged him. His new sisters, Emily and Victoria were also kind to him although they made it clear to Chris from the beginning that he had to find his own freinds, This suited Chris who was 'all boy''. Mrs green went out of her way to introduce Chris to sons of her freinds. It seemed to Chris that Mr and Mrs Green knew very many people. His new mother would often take him to the homes of her friends in the early days after Chris came to live with them and Chris would play with the sons whilst the girls entertained themselves with the daughters. Chris would be joining the local private school at the beginning of the next term and Mrs Green thought that meeting his new class mates in a social setting before term began would help Chris settle in. Atfer all, it would be difficult enough for the boy to have to adjust to his new life at school. He had never had any French or Latin so he would find the academic side of thisngs challenging enough.
Chris was a little tall for his age, of slender build and athletic, he was an instant success with the boys he met, none of whom could run as fast as him, and with the mothers who thought that Chris was ''adorable'. He had a round, rather cheecky looking face and his light brown hair was parted on the left of his forehead and the fringe fell down so that he was always pushing it back. This revealed his long lashes and blue, sparkling eyes. Despite the trauma he had suffered when his parents died he had a cheerful and lively disposition. He was also rather 'street wise' and always remembered his manners when in company.
Chris enjoyed the company of Mrs Green and his new sisters that first summer but his relationship with his new father was quite another matter.
Mr Green was of the 'old school'. He had ambitions for Chris and saw himself as something of a benefactor. He would pay for his new son to be educated privately, initially at the local prep school and then at his old boarding school. It would be tough for the boy to enter his old school without a great deal of effort and Mr Green had decided that he would work the boy hard to achieve success.
He had bought several implements, years before, in the hope that his wife would bear a son and now he removed the smaller and lighet of his school canes from the loft to the study cupboard in readiness.
Chris had only been with his new family for a week before he earned his first slippering. Whilst he could not remember what he had done to deserve it, he remembered being nervous as he walked to his bedroom that early August evening. He was told to change into his pyjamas and await his father.
mr green did not keeo the boy waiting long. Now he was lying over his new fathers knee and his pjama trousers were being oulled slowly down.
Mr Green admired the boys soft small buttocks. Soon he would redden them. He raised the slipped and
'whack' it smacked into the boy who jerked up as the pain of the hard slap bit into his young tender bottom.
Chris cried out as the pain in his bottom registered.
There would be a lot of crying and begging for his dad to stop that first time but Chris only heard his father telling him to be quiet or he would continue for longer. he remembered his fathers words
''I'll stop when your bottom is nice and red'
When his father had finished the slippering Chris felt his pyjamas being pulkled back up and felt the stinging poain his bottom. he was taken to bed and left to cry. He fell asleep.
And so the next two years passed by. Mr Green busied himself ensuring that Chris did well at his school work, piano and tennis, swiiming and many other leisure activities. Bad effort and poor schoolwork were punished with frequent and painful visits to Chris' bedroom or his fathers study where the slipper, hand or cane were applied with some effort to his boy bottom.
Chris was eleven and a half and now he would be staying at school during term. He was in his last year at prep school. This was an important year. he and his classmates were at in the last year at this school and now they would have to work hard to pass into their respective next scools. This meant getting ready for boarding school.
mr Green had told Chris that he had given the school consent to pnisdh him if he did not make sufficient effort.
On the first Friday his housemaster read out a list of four boys, who, he said, would be going to the head's office at bedtime.
Chris was on the list and so he and the three others followed the housemaster to the head's office at 8.30 on that Friday evening in eraly september. The boys in their pyjamas and slippers.
They waited in order, Cris was last even though his surname meant he should be second. It did not occur to him to question the order in which his housemaster had lined them up. He and the others were worried about what awaited them with the head although they had a good idea.
The housemaster knocked on the door and led Charlie into the room. The door closed. Nothing could be heard until, after a few minutes, Charlie was led out of the office and away by the hosuemaster. He was bleating uncontrollably and Peter, the boy next to Chris began to cry. Chris tried to comfort Peter but he was now desperate with worry himself. He had never wailed like that even though his father had started to whack him hard with the cane recently. Chris could not imagine what the headmaster had done to Charlie to cause such upset.
Each of Chris's class mates was taken into the head's office and each emerged later crying and taken back to bed by the housemaster. Each was rubbing his bottom as he was led away, eyes red and tears falling.
It was now Chris's turn. The housemaster knocked on the door. They entered the room and Chris was led to a position in front of the head's desk. Chris looked at the head.
''Are you going to be a good boy Chris?' the head asked calmly.
Chris replied that he would be.
''you may go Richard'' the head spoke to Chris's housemnaster.
''thank you headmaster, I will telephone Charlies parents now, if that is agreeable''
The head nodded, Chris stood still, hands behind his back (as he was used to doing for his father) and now found himself looking at the carpet.
''I am not satisfied with your effort boy''
The head spoke sternly and Chris now knew what to expect. He knew that the head kept both a cane and a slipper in his office, but Chris had not had either as a day boy. He had heard some terrible tales from his class mates who were regular boarders though.
''Come with me'' the Head instructed as rose from the chair. Chris was led to a comforatble looking chair in the corner of the office.
''climb up and kneel on the edge of the seat, facing the back of the chair'' the headmaster ordered.
Chris did as he was told.
'now move your knees further apart''
Chris obeyed, anxious to please the man.
''Now head down until it is on the back of the cushion seat''
Chris bent his head down until it rested on the seat. it was not a comfortable position. he remained still.
''Are you going to be a good boy for me'' he was asked again
''yes sir'' Chris replied.
Cris felt the Headmasters hands reach to each dside of his pyjama trousres. Slowly the man pulled the trousers away from the boys back and over the eleven year old boys narrow pert bottom. He was pleased with what he saw. Chris was in good shape, his bootm skin pale and firm with just the faintest marks of a previous caning.
Knowing that Mr Green was an old fahioned disciplinarian type and that Chris was caned at home plaesed the Head and would make his task more pleasing.
With the boy now in the Head's favourite spanking position the man returned to his desk and picked up his large, plastic soled, slipper. This slipper gave the most sting and reddened most of his boy's bottoms quickly.
''Kepp still'' the Head orderd and Chris braced himself for the first whack. He tried to tighten his bottom as he knew this would reduce the sting but he could not. The Head smiled to himself as he noticed the small buttocks attempt to tighten. The Head was an experienced spanker of little boys and he knew that Chris's efforts were futile.
The first slap was delivered and Chris cried out. The Head smiled broadly, knowing that his slipper was having the desired effect.
The slipper was raised again and, WHAP!!' it landed. A sting registered in Chris's brain, he cried out in pain and the sole mark of the slipper painted a red patch on his bottom.
Chris did not realise that the Head was to aim all his whacks on the right side of the boys pretty young bottom. The Head liked to compare the reddened sore side of the boys backsides with the virgin whiteness of the other, unspanked, side. It was a sort of 'trademark'.
Chris received six whacks that first time. The next week his name appeared on the list, and the following week. In fact he visited the Head's office every Friday for the whole of the first term. The Head liked the way Chris remained in positon, stoically accepting his punishments. Unlike some of the other boys who criedd and wriggled and had to be held in place over the Headmasters knee, Chris had the self control and submiitted to the slipper as only boys who are disciplined frequently are able to. By the end of the first termChris was made to stay bent over for up to five minutes after his slipperings, with his tender young bottom stinging madly, whilst the Head sat behind his desk, glancing periodically at the red bottom presented for his view.
Chris could see the man who had so severly thrashed him so his bootm would be sore for hours afterwards through his legs and hoped that his punishments would not be mentioned in his first term's report..
Naturally all the occasions that the Head had slippered Chris did appear on his report. The first evening of the holidays Chris found himself in his fathers study. He also found that the cane bit much more harshly that the Heads slipper.
The end.