This short story is an entry in the 2011 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Long
School Year Book
It was finally time. Exams were over the summer holidays were just days away. Only two major school events were left. Report cards and the School year book. To Tom—or Thomas as his teachers insisted on calling him, but he at least he had finally escape recalled Tommy by all but his Nana—the report cards are old hat. Sure it will be his first at his new school, and he expected a serious discussion with his parents about it's content they had warned him that sending him to this school meant they expected even greater effort on his part. But he had avoided the dire fate of being sent to an all boys school.
But the School year book was the new thing for him. It wasn't a Class year book like his old public school; where only the senior year was featured in it. But St. Nicholas of Myra was a small combined middle and high school, and like their patron considered each of their pupils equally as import. So every student will appear in the school year book.
Back on the first day back to school with their summer uniforms each family was reminded to make sure they remembered the change over; for it was also school picture day. Tom had found it odd the after the photographer took his head shot he was made to keep still as the photographer moved to another camera and took a matching photo o the back of his head. Tom was dieing with curiosity to see what was made of this.
So when the got his copy at the end of homeroom, he did not head straight home but stopped on a bench in the schoolyard to site down and have a look.
It started with a letter from the principle with his photo giving his impression of the school year; Tom skip most of that he will read it later, he flipped past the Sports pages with their team photo's and captain's letters. Past the academic laurels. Until Tom reached the page that featured Coach Johnson a beefy man that Tom had for Gym class. Who never anyone attend class in their regular uniform, if you for got part of your kit you just had to join in and make do without, no substitutions. But here he was being featured as the homeroom teacher for the 7th grade; the youngest year in the school. The accompanying the photo was his review of they year from the point of view of his homeroom class. Turning the page was the class president picture and report but the facing page was Tom first glimpse of what he was looking for it was a mix of faces of smiling boys and girls from the year bellow him. Each with their own head shot and caption with their name and their class voted greatest achievement of the year.
Tom turned the page and found the answer to his questions to his shock. For layout on the flip-side of the page directly opposite their other photo was the back shots of the students. But only one quarter of them where the back of their heads from photo day. The rest—consisting most of the boys and only some of the girls—had photo taken in class that Tom had though were strictly for the school records. Those rear-views were of the student standing either in the corner or facing the blackboard. Only a few of them were simply standing hands on head. Some of them where holing up skirts or shorts down displaying their underwear, but about half of them were bare bottoms clearly showing of the Coach Johnson's broad hand-prints. And all the pictures where captioned with a summary of their year's disciplinary record count.
When Tom regained his whits he flipped though the pages. As the students got older he noticed that percentage of bottoms to heads dropped, but boys stayed the majority of them. Also hand-prints were replaced by paddle marks either on full display or peaking out the bottom edges of underwear until there was only 3 boys in the senior year that didn't have the back of the heads in the book but the principle's paddle marks instead.
Tom realized that he would have no choice but to show this to his parents, he had made too much of a big deal about his anticipation, and it quality hardback binding had not made it cheap. So his own underwear clad bottom will have be discussed as well.
As he put it back into his backpack and fetched his bike for the ride home he realized if he got the book every year he was at the school, he would have a permanent record of his and his classmate's naughty and nice list.
The End
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