Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 12

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 12
by Chadlad

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Chapter 12: Chad Gets Prepared

In what seemed like no time at all, people began assembling back in the dining room. First, Tommy, Jesse, and the twins came in, talking excitedly among themselves. "We can compare our two slippers to each other," Tommy was saying, apparently to Jesse. "We'll see if mine with the dots on it hurts his butt more than your smooth one."

"Thanks for finding us these paint stirrer things," one of the twins chimed.

"They're just our size," added the other. From their identical voices, Chad couldn't tell which twin had said what, but he guessed it didn't really matter.

At that moment, Karen came in with Beth. Beth was saying, "Here's the spatula. I brought the one with the angled end because I think it will sting more. And look at the spoon I brought to use on him! I've heard other kids say the rounded part really burns when it hits your butt."

Mrs. Morton also appeared. "I just ran across the street to get the ping-pong paddle I use on the boys," she said to Chad's mother, who also was in the room.

"I've got my hairbrush, so let's get this party started," Chad's mother replied. "Butt roasting time, son!" she said, addressing Chad. "Get your little fanny into the living room right now!"

Chad turned to see them all moving into the living room except his mother, who was standing to one side gently patting her hand with the hairbrush she held in the other, as if he needed reminding just what the brush was for. She eyed Chad's throbbing, up-angled penis with distaste. "Why are you like that?" she said with contempt. Seeing her son with an erection, even the small erections Chad produced, always reminded her too much of an earlier time, and of her former husband approaching her bed with his much larger weapon looking just like that. He had been a rough and uncaring lover, usually leaving her sore and unsatisfied. Chad's own member was an almost exact miniature of his father's – the same shape, the same proportions, the same angle when erect. Although Chad's own erection was much smaller, the sight of it still made her cringe, and cringing always made her angry.

"I asked you a question," she said. At the dining room door, the other kids had paused, looking around to see what was going on. "Why is your little pee-pee like that? Do you think this is exciting?'" she said, with an edge to her voice. "You think it's going to feel good to get your butt paddled? Do you like being naked in front of all these girls and boys, is that why you're like that? Or were you playing with yourself in the corner?" She batted his hard penis firmly with the end of the hairbrush when he didn't respond immediately, to emphasize what she meant. His member rebounded and slapped against his stomach, the end of it stinging a bit.

"Nooooooo," Chad almost sobbed. "I wasn't playing with it. I can't help it – it just gets like that sometimes. Really! I wasn't doing anything!"

"You'd better not have been," she said with finality. "Your little pee-pee is off limits until further notice. That means you're not allowed to touch it for any reason unless one of us orders you to. If I catch you playing with yourself during this week while you're being punished, I'll make you wish you'd never had a penis!" She paused, then added more softly, almost as an observation to herself. "Well, it will go down soon enough." She turned back to Chad and raised her voice again. "Now get your little fanny into the living room."

As Chad entered the next room, he discovered to his horror that the blinds and curtains were open, as were the living room windows themselves. It was just getting dark outside,, and he could see a number of children playing in yards across the street. He froze. "Can we shut the curtains," he asked plaintively.

"Why?" his mother asked levelly.

"They'll see me," he said in a little boy whine. "They'll see me naked and getting spanked and everything."

"Bet they'll hear you, too," Beth snickered. "I know I'm going to make you cry like a baby."

"It's too warm in here to close them right now," his mother said. "So you'll just have to put up with the possibility of being seen." She looked out the window. "We may have quite an audience before we're through with you." She noticed that Chad now had both hands clutched protectively over his genitals. "Didn't I tell you not to play with your pee-pee, Chad?"

"I'm not playing with it," Chad whined.

"Then what are you doing?" his mother asked.

"I don't want any of the kids outside to see me," Chad said even more pleadingly.

"Get your hands on behind your head," his mother ordered. "If the neighbor kids see your little pee-pee, that's just too bad. Naughty boys don't deserve privacy. Besides, you should be used to it by now. Didn't everyone see you naked at school?" She waved her paddle at his covering hands for emphasis. Chad had no choice but to release his grip, exposing his privates once again. His small penis bobbed persistently in the living room light.

"That's better," Chad's mother said. "Now if you touch it again, I'm going to make you put your hands on your little bottom so that you push it out and make a nice target, and then I'm going to whack your little pee-pee as hard as I can with this paddle. Do you understand?" she threatened. Chad blanched, and nodded to indicate that he understood all too well. All the other males in the room unconsciously brought their legs together in a protective position at her words, and the twins each shifted their hands to give their own genitals a reassuring squeeze.

Now," Chad's mother said. "I think that as Mrs. Morton is our guest, she should have the honor of having the first shot at warming Chad's little bottom. After all, she's more experienced at this sort of thing then the rest of us are, and I'm sure we could all benefit from watching her technique. Then I think you, Tommy, should get the next turn, because you've already spanked your brother and probably have more of an idea of what to do than the other boys. Then I think Karen should take her turn, so Chad can have the embarrassment of being spanked by a girl who's not a family member. After that we'll let Jesse have his turn, then Beth, then the twins. I put Beth in the middle of the younger boys so that there's no chance Chad little butt can cool down in the middle if their little blows aren't hard as they should be."

Chad cringed. Little blows? Tommy and Jesse had each managed to have him in tears earlier using just their hands! His mother continued talking. "Finally, when all of you have finished warming his bottom, I'll take the last turn. That way I can make sure his last round is the most painful one of all! Also, I'll be able to adjust his spanking to add to its length if I think he needs it, and he probably will."

There were nods of approval all round at this plan. Well, perhaps not all around – Chad did not approve at all. He stood there facing them, his fears rising higher and higher as each part of her plan for his butt-paddling was revealed. He still could remember vividly his bare-butt spanking of that morning and his equally bare paddling of that afternoon. This was going to be bigger than those, and more humiliating! Even the little kids were going to have a chance to spank his butt with those nasty little paint stirrer paddles they were waving in the air like swords! He had a strong urge to turn and run, but, there was nowhere to run to. His mother was blocking the only door to the room, and he couldn't go out of the window bare naked, with all those kids waiting out there, even if there was anywhere for him to run to. He stood there, weak-kneed and trembling, looking very small and vulnerable. Anyone seeing him and Tommy at that moment would have assumed he was the younger brother, not Tommy.

"Mother, shouldn't we make sure his bottom is good and clean before we start?" Beth interrupted. "You know how careless he is."

"I certainly do," his mother answered. "Remember, I'm the one who washes the skid marks out of his dirty underwear." Great, Chad thought. Now they're discussing my wiping abilities. Wasn't anything off limits?

"That's just it, mother. If there's stuff on his underwear, it must have been on his butt at some time. How do we know he isn't dirty right now? It's bad enough we have to look at his disgusting butt while we're paddling him!"

"You make an excellent point, dear," her mother said. "None of us want to get near any of his dirt, or even look at it. We'd better check him before we start."

"If I might make a suggestion," Mrs. Morton chimed in. "Before we spank the boys bare, especially with our hands, we make them get in a special position to be checked for cleanliness. We call it the inspection position. Rod! Come here and demonstrate the inspection position. You can use this hassock."

Rod came over and looked up inquiringly at his mother. "Do I have to take off my pants and underpants?" he asked cautiously. He looked distressed by that prospect, but Chad noticed his hands hovered near the waistband of his pants so that he could instantly comply.

"Oh, of course not, dear. You're not actually being punished. Just show them the position you'd get in if you were undressed and presenting yourself for inspection before a spanking." Rod climbed atop the hassock and lay down on his back. He lifted both legs and held them with his arms as close to the hassock as he could, with his legs splayed apart. His bottom was now the highest part of his body. Even with his pants on, the other occupants of the room could see that his butt elevated to a perfect viewing position and spread wide, so that every inch of his rear and his genitals would be wide open for inspection. He held himself in that position obediently.

Chad's mother nodded approvingly. "That looks perfect. Chad, from now on, when one of us tells you to get in the inspection position, you do exactly what this little boy is doing." Rod's mother told him to get down, and Rod gratefully released his legs and clambered to the floor.

"Okay, Chad. Get into the inspection position," his mother swiftly ordered. Sighing, Chad walked to the hassock. A glance outside reassured him that the neighborhood kids were still playing and hadn't noticed what was going on in the living room yet. He lay down on his back as Rod had done, and reluctantly lifted and spread his legs, holding them close to the hassock with his arms, as Rod had done. He noted with surprise that he was in almost the same position that he had been when strapped to the diaper cart. As had been the case then, his butt was the highest part of his body, and he could see his miniscule genitals and even the ridge of skin leading from scrotum to poo hole. His scrotum looked smaller when he spread his legs, he realized, humping up like a wrinkled plum.

Chad's mother leaned over and inspected his genitals carefully, then transferred her attention to his anus. She then motioned Beth over. "Take a look, Beth, and see what you think. After all, I won't always be here to do his inspections." Beth studied Chad's entire private area meticulously from about 6 inches away.

"I don't see anything, but he smells kind of off," she remarked. "You know, like a combination of sweaty boy mixed with a faint smell of pee and poop." She straightened up again from where she'd been leaning over his butt, inspecting him.

"You come over, too, Tommy," their mother suggested. "You need to know how to do this, too." Tommy hurried over in position behind Chad. He examined his brother's small member from a few inches away.

"I can't really see the other side of it," Tommy said, indicating his brother's organ.

"Just take hold of it and move it so that you can see all of it," his mother said. Grinning at his brother, Tommy firmly grasped the small organ by its head and pushed it all the way down until the underside was pressing against Chad's wrinkled sack. In his current position, with a hard on as well, this was mildly painful to Chad. He shifted uncomfortably as Tommy made a show of inspecting the top side of his throbbing wiener. Tommy finally released the organ, causing it to snap up and slap sharply against Chad's groin. He then transferred his attention to Chad's widely spread anus, inspecting every little wrinkle.

"I don't see any poop," Tommy admitted. "But he smells a little like poop. And he smells like boy, too."

"Well, I for one don't want my good hairbrush smelling like poo or like boy," Chad's mother announced. "We'd better give your naughty brother a good scrubbing before we risk our valuable spanking implements on his dirty little bottom. Stand up, Chad," she ordered. "Come on Beth and Tommy. I'd better teach you the proper way to wash your disgusting brother, because I may be too busy in the next week to do it myself, and I'm not trusting him to wash himself until he's proven to us that he's a bigger boy than he's been acting. Karen, you'd better come with us too, because you may have to baby sit for my bratty son if Beth and I have to go out this week." She started up the stairs towards the bathroom.

"Can I come, to?" Jesse asked. "I may have to help Tommy if I'm here visiting."

"Sure, come along," Chad's mother said. "Do your boys want to come to?" she asked Mrs. Morton. The twins looked at each other and shrugged.

"I'd rather watch TV than see some silly old boy get a bath," said Todd.

"Yeah," said Ron. "I mean, we've already seen him naked all over anyway."

"Okay then," said Chad's mother gaily. "Chad, keep your hands behind your head. Beth, will you grab your brother by the handle and bring him along?" Smirking, Beth circled Chad's penis with an iron grip and tugged him along up the stairs and around the corner to the bathroom. She moved rapidly, and she pulled upward on his organ the entire way, so that he was forced to run along almost on tiptoes. The base of his wiener burned, but the stimulation did nothing to reduce his hard on.

As the four children and Chad's mother gathered around him in the bathroom, Jesse spoke up. "I almost forgot, Mrs. Henson," he said. "Chad said a bad word when he was in Tommy's room this afternoon."

Why can't the little snitch just keep his mouth shut? Chad thought with a sinking feeling. "What word did he say, dear?" Chad's mother asked. Seeing Jesse's hesitation, she urged, "You can go ahead and say it, because I asked you to. It's not bad if I ask you to say it."

"He said, 'fuck,'" Jesse said. "He said it four times."

"Chad, is that true?" His mother asked. Chad swallowed and tried to explain. "It was an accident!" he said. "I only said it because they hit me in -- in -- in my boy parts. And it really hurt, and I said it before I could stop!" he said pleadingly. "I don't ever say it, really! It was an accident!"

"What do you think should happen to little boys who use naughty words?" His mother asked.

When Chad said nothing, Jesse chimed in. "When I say a bad word, my Mom washes my mouth out with soap. Then I have to keep the soap bar in my mouth for one minute for every bad word I said."

"But it's not fair," Chad blurted. "Tommy says bad words all the time when we're in our room, and at school! I just did it once today!"

"Chad Henson," his mother exploded. "Stop telling all those nasty lies about your brother! We all know Tommy is far too young and innocent to use bad language! Now apologize to him at once for this pathetic attempt to try to get him into trouble and divert attention from yourself, before you get yourself in worse trouble!"

Chad realized, too late, that his mother would never believe her "Sweet Tommy," as she called him, could ever even think of using bad language. "Sorry," he mumbled, looking at the floor. Why couldn't he just learn to keep his big mouth shut?

"That's better," his mother said. "I think Jesse's mother has the right idea about how to deal with nasty language, Chad. You're going to get your mouth washed out with soap! And since you used bad language 4 times, I'm going to make you stand with the bar in your mouth for 4 minutes."

She turned to Tommy. "Honey, will you get into that cupboard and get out that bar of soap in the green wrapper we've never used?"

"This one?" Tommy said, popping up with a new, still wrapped bar of soap in his hand. The label on it said, "Irish Spring."

"Yes, that's the one," his mother said, smiling at him. "I've always thought that it would be too harsh to use on you kids' delicate skin, but it's probably perfect for a bad case of potty mouth. She took the bar and rapidly peeled off the wrapper, then turned to look at Chad, still being held in place by Beth's grip on his genitals. "Move him over by the sink and hold him," she said, as if Chad was no more than a soiled object.

Beth steered Chad over in front of the sink. Stepping behind him, she used her grip on his genitals and an arm thrown across his chest to effectively immobilize him.

Chad's mother moved over to one side of the sink, and Jesse and Tommy joined her on the other side. She handed the bar of soap back to Tommy. "Since your brother is telling lies about you, I'm going to let you on the honors. Turn on the hot water and rub the soap a little, to soften it and get a nice lather on the outside," she instructed.

Tommy grinned. He couldn't imagine having his own mouth washed out with soap, but he could guess how it would feel and taste. He watched Chad's eyes get bigger as he worked a good lather up on the bar. When it looked like the bar was soft enough, His mother shut the water off. "Open your mouth, Chad, and stick out your tongue all the way." Chad forced himself to open his mouth and allowed his tongue to extend out from it. "More," his mother ordered. "Open it all the way, and stick your tongue all the way out." Chad complied, looking fearfully at the bar of soap dripping in Tommy's hand. "That's it," his mother said. "Now keep your mouth open like that until I tell you otherwise, and don't move your hands from behind your head! Tommy, take the bar of soap and rub it on his tongue until it's entirely covered with soap."

Tommy reached up and brought the soap in contact with his brother's tongue, rubbing it up, down, and sideways until the boy's entire tongue was coated with slimy light green soap. Chad's tongue moved convulsively as the taste of the soap penetrated it. Tommy loved the faces his brother made as the soap coated his tongue. Chad tried to pull away, but his sister held him in place, merely tightening her vice- like grip on his penis head until it started to hurt.

"That's good enough, Tommy," his mother said. "Chad, pull your tongue in but keep your mouth open." Chad did so, swallowing painfully as some of the soap trickled down his throat. Tears started forming in the corners of his eyes. "Now put the bar all the way in his mouth," his mother instructed Tommy. Tommy pushed the green bar into his brother's open mouth until it rested against the back of his palate, with about a third of it protruding from between his teeth. "Close," Chad's mother ordered, patting his lower jaw as she said it. Chad closed his mouth. Immediately the taste of the soap penetrated every part of it, and began oozing down his throat and out through his clenched teeth and lips as well. He began drooling and working his jaw muscles, his eyes getting bigger and bigger as he swallowed convulsively despite his attempts to avoid doing so.

Beth kept her left arm tightly around him, holding him over the sink so that the soapy drool dripping off his chin fell into it and not on the ground. Her tight grip on his penis, coupled with some judicious surreptitious stroking on her part, kept it rock hard. The minutes ticked by slowly as Chad cried softly, trying to deal with the burning in his mouth and throat, the awful taste, and the pleasure/pain signals his sister was by squeezing his privates. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to him, his mother pronounced the time was up and removed the soap from Chad's mouth. She allowed him to spit, and he tried to force all of the slimy soap and saliva mixture out of his mouth. The taste remained, though. Karen thoughtfully took a towel and wiped the foamy drool and tears from Chad's face. Beth continued manipulating his member softly, stopping each time she felt his hips tighten, and then resuming again after giving him time for his level of excitement to drop. For Chad, being brought to the brink and then denied over and over was extremely frustrating.

Meanwhile, Chad's mother and Karen began running a bathtub full of steaming water. When they decided the level of the tub was high enough to reach his stomach, Chad was ordered in. As Beth released him, his mother noted his straining erection. She squeezed the swollen tip. "Still like that, I see," she said, musing. "So much like your father! I guess we'll have to do something about that before your paddling. Now sit down in the tub with your arms at your sides." Chad complied. The water was very hot, and burned uncomfortably on his still sore butt. "Beth, you can start by washing his hair and face." Beth took a small toy bucket and dipped in the water, pouring water over Chad's head. She then poured some shampoo in one hand, and vigorously rubbed it into his hair. She snagged his hair in her fingernails several times, yanking strands now and then and making no attempt to be gentle. Next, she ordered Chad to tilt his head back, and she took the bucket and rinsed his hair again.

Beth next took a washcloth and lathered it up. She roughly scrubbed her brother's face, causing him to whimper and bringing renewed tears to his eyes. "Stop being such a baby, Chad," his mother ordered. "She has to get you clean. Now wash his upper body," she told Beth. "The rest of you kids watch this and you'll know what to do."

Beth proceeded to wash Chad's upper body, scrubbing roughly, especially on his sensitive nipples. When he protested, she merely commented that he had to make sure he was good and clean, so she had to be rough. "After all, you're going to be going over my lap naked for your spanking," she said, "and I want to make sure my clothes won't get dirty from you." Turning to her mother, she asked eagerly, "Do I wash his boy parts next, mother?"

"No," Chad's mother replied. "You save those for last. Stand up Chad," she ordered.

Chad reluctantly stood up, his little two-inch penis still rock hard and pointing outward. His mother turned him to face Beth and the other children. "Next, you wash down his legs and his feet." She showed Beth how to scrub Chad from the crease in his butt downward, and then had Chad hold the towel bar while he lifted first one foot, then the other to the side of the bath to be washed. "Now you wash his dirty little butt," Her mother said, handing Beth a bar of soap. "Turn around, Chad," his mother said commandingly. "Face away from us." Chad complied, his small butt now turned toward the watching children. "Bend down and grab your ankles," she ordered next.

Chad had no choice but to do what he was told. Once again he was standing naked with his butt bent and spread and his anus and the back of his balls on display for everyone to see. "Now you take the soap and cover the entire surface of his butt until it's soapy all over," Chad's mother instructed. "But don't go into the crack yet." Beth complied. When she had finished, her mother instructed her to rinse Chad's butt with the bucket. "Now you should always wash his bottom 3 times," his mother said, "because this is the part you have to touch with your hands when you spank him. Karen, why don't you come over and do his second wash?" Karen's touch was gentle and almost loving as she took the soap and circled the boy's butt several times with it, trailing her fingers over the surface lightly and making the tip of his wiener tingle with the excitement of her touch.

Then it was Tommy's turn to rub the soap on his brother's bare butt. His touch wasn't gentle at all, and he made a point to trail his fingernails Chad's sorer looking spots. He reluctantly handed the soap back to his mother.

"Now this part takes special attention," Chad's mother said. She pointed the soap at Chad's anus, pressing it gently with a corner of the bar. "You all know this is where a boy's poo comes out." Jesse giggled. "So we have to make sure it's extra clean, because if Chad's been as careless as usually is when wiping himself, that's where the poo will be. Take the soap like this," she went on, retrieving a piece of soap. "First, scrub it over the wrinkled part until there's soap in every wrinkle." She demonstrated. "Then, you do this." She took her index finger and rolled it on the soft cake of soap, until it was completely coated in white. "You need to get a good grip on his handle with your left hand. Hold still, Chad" she ordered. With her left hand, she grasped his small, hard penis and circled it snugly. She then took the tip of her right index finger and placed it right in the center of the hole. With one motion, she slid her soapy finger smoothly into the boy, until it was completely buried in him. Chad yelped in surprise at the sudden intrusion up his butt, and tried to straighten up. His mother yanked his penis. "Hold still, and stay bent over," she said commandingly. Chad forced his muscles to relax, settling back down again. His mother went on with her lesson. "Turn your finger so that you coat his insides well with soap, so you can get all of the dirt out." She vigorously rotated the finger, scrubbing the soap all over the inside of his rectum.

Chad's rectum began to burn. He started to whimper. "It hurts," he protested.

"Good," his mother said. Turning to the other children, she commented, "If it burns it means I'm getting the soap in nice and deep." She removed her finger and rinsed it off in the bath water, and then allowed all of the children, even Jesse, to try their hands at cleaning his rectum. Chad had to stand there, bent over, while each of them took his wiener firmly in their hand, held it painfully tight, and then stuck their small fingers up his burning poo hole and added more soap to it. His rectum now burned more than his mouth. When Jesse finished, a raging erection straining the front of the small boy's loose shorts, Chad was allowed to straighten up and ordered to face toward faucets, so his bottom was on his mother's right and his genitals on her left.

"Now this last part is different, depending upon why you're bathing him," Chad's mother said to Beth and Tommy. "If you're doing a routine bath, then you have him face you and you wash his boy parts thoroughly and rinse them. Be sure when you do that you soap down the creases where the bag joins his body, and soap well behind the head and at the base. Oh, and lift it up and soap the underside. But if you're washing Chad because you're about to spank or paddle him, you want to make sure that there's no possibility he could accidentally be stimulated during the spanking and enjoy it too much. You see," she said mainly to Beth and Karen, nodding to the boys as she did. "A boy's little penis sticks out in front where it gets in the way, and is too close to the base of his butt as well, so when you spank or paddle a boy you might get him excited because his boy parts are rubbing your lap or because the tingle in his bottom excites him. That's why they get hard like this, because they're excited. But you don't want them excited while they're being spanked or paddled, because you want it to hurt, not to be fun. So with a naughty boy like your brother, you've got to make sure they can't get excited while being spanked or paddled, and the best way to do that is to stimulate him until you make him orgasm just before you spank him."

"Orplasm?" Jesse said.

"Orgasm," Beth answered. "It's what happens to boys when they rub their wieners."

"Oh, the tingly feeling!" Jesse said. "Like when you cum!"

"Please don't use that nasty word, Jesse," Mrs. Henson said primly. "Yes, that's what I mean, but I'd rather not hear such crude language. Chad, if you ever use a nasty word like that I'm washing your mouth out with soap again."

Chad refrained from pointing out that "Sweet Tommy" had used that word about a hundred times that afternoon. It wouldn't make any difference if he did – his mother would just accuse him of lying and have Tommy wash his mouth out with soap again.

"Anyway, as I was saying," said Chad's mother, "You stimulate him until he orgasms, and then he can't get excited while he's being spanked or paddled, and all he'll be able to feel then is how much it hurts. There are a couple of options when it comes to stimulating him. You can rub him yourself, like this." Chad's mother demonstrated, lathering up her right hand. She placed her left hand on his buttocks to steady him, and then expertly stroked her son's penis two or three times, causing him to involuntarily flex his buttocks and thrust himself forward immediately, letting out a little gasp as he did. She stopped her hand, to Chad's immediate disappointment. "Or you can order him to rub himself if you don't want to do it. "Chad, show us by rubbing yourself."

"Do I have to?" Chad said plaintively. "The girls are watching!" His mother lifted her hand and gave him a sharp slap on the butt, eliciting a quick "owwwwww!" from Chad. His hand shot to his wiener and gripped it in his long practiced fashion, giving himself several rapid strokes before his mother reached out and stopped him again. "That's enough – they get the idea." She turned to the other kids. "You girls probably would prefer to manipulate him yourself, whereas I'm guessing you boys would rather make him do it."

She stepped aside and Beth to take her position at the side of the tub. She smiled slyly at Chad as she soaped her right hand and steadied him by the buttocks with her left. She gripped his tool firmly and began stroking. Within moments, Chad was grunting and thrusting with his hips. Once again his mother stopped her. Chad almost moaned aloud in his frustration as his impending orgasm subsided again. Did they have to just keep teasing him and then stopping? "You try it," Chad's mother said to Karen.

Karen eagerly got on her knees beside the tub and lathered her hand. Rather than just holding his butt, Karen stroked it softly, drawing her middle finger down his cleft repeatedly as she did so. Chad found her soft, loving touch on his penis to be much, much preferable to his mother's and sister's techniques. The stroking of his penis that his mother and sister had done had been more of a yanking, and he had experienced a mixture of twinges of pain and flashes of pleasure. With Karen, it was all pleasure. He immediately began squeezing his buns, thrusting, and grunting to her strokes. The burn in his rectum from the soap merely made his urgency greater. Within 30 seconds, he was thrusting wildly and gasping as the tip of his small penis pulsed several times, and he came all the way up onto his tip toes with his final thrust before resuming normal breathing and allowing his muscles to relax. He noticed that the tube running up the underside of his wiener were starting to get sore from all the cumming he'd done that day. Meanwhile, Jesse, and Tommy all burst into brief applause. "Nice job, Karen," Chad's mother said. "You're a natural at milking little boys, I see."

"Why didn't he squirt anything, mother?" Beth asked, sounding disappointed. "Is there something wrong with him?"

"No, dear," Chad's mother replied. "Chad is just too immature to ejaculate yet. He probably won't be able to for several years, judging by the size of his genitals and his complete lack of hair. That's probably for the best, anyway – boys are so messy when they start doing that. But you could see from his reaction that Karen has calmed him down for now, so we can be sure that he won't get over stimulated while we're disciplining him."

Chad was rinsed off and ordered out of the bathtub, with Jesse and Tommy put to work drying him. The two boys dried his upper body and legs and feet quickly. Only then did Tommy return to his middle to dry his now over-sensitive genitals. He made no effort to be gentle, scrubbing the towel vigorously up and down the protruding organs, dragging Chad's penis and scrotum first this way and then that, and putting uncomfortable pressure on his minuscule balls. Then it was Jesse's turn to dry Chad's butt crack and anus. He made Chad bend over and touch his toes while he grabbed each end of the towel and sawed it back and forth over the sensitive, normally protected skin, causing more minor discomfort for Chad. Without any more delay, the towels were hung up, Beth took Chad by his "boy handle," and they were again traipsing down the hall, Chad walking on tiptoes with his hands behind his head and Beth tweaking him the whole way. They thumped down the stairs and emerged into the living room where the twins were watching cartoons.