Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 13

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 13
by Chadlad

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Chapter 13: Chad's Evening Paddling

"We're back," Chad's mother announced gaily. "The naughty little boy is now squeaky clean and ready for a nice, long paddling." Beth led Chad over by the window, where a sturdy wooden chair had been placed at an angle across from the couch. She released his now shrunken, sensitive penis and stood him by the chair, commanding him to "wait here." Looking at the layout of the room, Chad realized that each time he went over someone's lap in the spanking position, his right side would be facing the couch and chairs in the room. At the same time, although the chair and his spanker would block people looking in the window from seeing his head and midriff, his bottom half would be aimed straight squarely at anyone who cared to look in the window, and thus the fact that he was being spanked would be clear to all. Glancing to the side, he could see several kids playing across the street clearly in the gathering dusk outside. They were currently intent on a game of kickball and hadn't looked this direction, but he knew that sooner or later someone would look into their brightly lighted living room, and they couldn't help but notice then that he was getting paddled on his bare butt. Besides, he knew he was going to cry, probably loudly – his mother and sister had both said they would make sure he cried, and Tommy and Jesse probably would try to see how hard they could make him cry, too. With the windows open, once he started crying, the local kids outside were bound to notice. He wondered if it was possible to die of embarrassment.

On their mother's command, the twins shut off the TV and sat by Chad's mother on the couch, while Beth and Karen sat next in the two arm chairs to the left of the couch, giving them the best view of the spanking chair. Tommy and Jesse sat on the floor in front of the trio on the couch. Mrs. Morton walked to the coffee table and retrieved her ping-pong paddle, smacking it sharply against the palm of her other hand as she walked to the chair, seating her ample posterior on it. "Come here, young man," she said to Chad firmly, motioning over her lap with the paddle. "My paddle and I need to teach you a lesson about behaving yourself at school." Chad walked slowly over until he was standing by Mrs. Morton's side. His heart was pounding so hard he thought it might jump out of his chest, and his knees were quaking. "Hurry up, young man, I'm getting impatient," Mrs. Morton prompted. "And when I get impatient, it's pretty likely some naughty boy is going to get more spanks. Bend your naughty little butt over my knees and let's get started paddling some sense into you!" Chad hunkered down and settled on the woman's soft lap. She immediately rested the paddle on his bare back while she used both hands to bend his bottom at more of an angle, and to separate his legs slightly so that they were about as far apart as his hips. Chad realized that his bottom was being positioned so that his butt crack was open and his poo-hole and balls would be visible to people outside the window. Why was it that everyone who spanked him knew how humiliating that position was for a boy? He'd rather stand with his bare wiener and balls hanging out all day than have to bend over and show his bottom hole! She then pushed forward on his body, snugging his crotch up tightly against her legs. She noted with satisfaction that the boy's hard-on was gone and his tiny penis was softly mashed against her leg. She would make sure that he wouldn't be getting hard across her knees! She picked up the paddle and lifted it over Chad's soft, vulnerable butt.

As Chad stared at the floor and waited, trembling, for the first sharp burst of pain that was sure to come as the paddle descended upon his unprotected skin, he faintly heard a voice across the street suddenly shout, "Hey, guys, look across the street! I think someone's getting spanked!"

"Where?" another voice shouted back. "The Henson house. I can't see who it is, but I can see someone's bare butt, and they're over Mrs. Morton's lap."

"It's a boy," another excited, apparently female voice said. "You can see his balls!"

"Are you sure?" the original voice replied, obviously now closer but speaking more softly and confidentially. "I can't see a dick. Are you sure it's not a girl?" Chad was taken aback by the vulgarity of their conversation. He'd never have said "dick" in a million years, yet it spilled right out of these little kids' mouths like it was an everyday word.

"That's no girl, you dummy! Look between his legs – there's no girl stuff there! It's got to be either Chad or Tommy." This voice was clearly male. Chad's mind continued to jump off on tangents rather than dwell on what the watching kids were saying. It suddenly occurred to him that he'd never seen a girl's "stuff" in his life. He'd seen a few naked pictures some kids had brought to school, but you couldn't see all that much in them, and he'd never seen the genitals of a real, live girl, even a little one! He wondered why little boys like the one talking had seen forbidden things like that, while somehow a big kid like him never got to see anything.

The voices were close by now but pitched almost in whispers, the speakers apparently unaware that they could be heard clearly through the open window. It sounded to Chad's blushing red ears that two girls and a boy were now whispering loudly right outside the window. It was probably the Bascom kids from down the street. They were about the right ages. Also the Bascoms had a reputation for having dirty mouths, and these kids certainly did! "His balls are real little, so maybe it's Tommy," the male voice said. "He's the youngest one, isn't he?"

"Can't be," the first voice insisted. It's got to be Chad. Tommy's sitting on the floor with that other kid."

"No way," the male voice said. "Chad's in 7th grade. He'd have balls way bigger than that. He'd even have hair on his butt hole!" Hair? On his butt hole? Did older boys really have that? Chad asked himself. This was the first he'd heard about older boys having hair around their poo holes. It didn't sound like something he'd want.

"Well, this kid's gotta be Chad. Who else could he be?" one of the girls insisted. "I guess he's just got little balls." Chad blushed crimson all the way to his waist, primarily because the statement was all too true.

"Shhh," one of the girls shushed. "If we're really quiet, they won't know we're watching." Chad noticed, to his dismay, that in his current position, he couldn't see out the window at all. But he could picture the three eager faces looking in, waiting for the paddle hovering over his bottom to descend for the first time. He could also picture, to his dismay, the bird's eye view anyone looking through the window would get of his butt while it was being paddled. Great – more people seeing his naked body. Just what he needed!

His worries about the neighborhood children suddenly dissolved entirely as the paddle snapped out of his view and a circle of fire exploded right in the center of his butt, right on the sit-spot. As he tensed his butt and gasped at the first squirt of pain in his bottom, preparing to squeal out his discomfort, the second stroke hit him and sent his voice up an entire octave. "Owwwwwww-OWWWWWWW!" Chad wailed, his legs shooting out and his hands grasping at the empty air. He was aware of nothing but the burn of the paddle. Chad immediately realized he had just encountered the most expert boy spanker he'd experienced during that long day. Mrs. Morton made his brother and even his teacher look like amateurs. She had a way of snapping her wrist that made the ping-pong paddle's front edge cut painfully into Chad's butt with each stroke. She also had no pattern to her blows. Instead, she struck him in unpredictable places, so first one spot, then another on his butt would blaze with pain. Chad's howling became continuous, and tears rolled out of his eyes and down his cheeks to puddle on the floor. The twins watched Chad's performance with interest, having been on the receiving end of their mother's paddle many times and having a good idea what Chad was going through. The kids outside looked on with amazement at the intensity of Chad's spanking and at the loudness of his bawling.

Even though he knew it was forbidden, after the fifth awful explosion in his bottom, Chad couldn't restrain himself any longer. He reached back with both hands and cupped his throbbing butt cheeks, trying to protect them from that awful paddle. Mrs. Morton merely paused a moment, caught both of his small hands in her own big left hand, and plucked them off his bottom. She commented, loudly enough so he could hear over his bawling, "I'm adding 5 strokes for trying to cover up and for having to hold your hands like a baby." Then without additional pause, Chad's butt exploded in pain again, and his howling intensified. It seemed like forever before Mrs. Morton finally administered the15th stinging smack, this one at the very base of his butt, right over his anus. She paused a minute, setting the paddle on the ground. Then she let go of his hands and looped her left arm under his chest. She then inserted her right hand between his still flailing legs and cupped it over his genitals, lifting him off her lap as she rose.

Held horizontally in midair by his chest and genitals, Chad had no time to look out the window to see if other children had joined the trio watching him, and with eyes full of tears probably couldn't have seen them, anyway. He didn't even look to see if his brother Tommy was taking his place in the chair to resume Chad's paddling. He didn't notice the firm hand cupping his privates, currently shrunken as a result of his recent orgasm coupled with the intense, burning pain in his butt. His attention was totally taken up by the burning twin orbs of flesh on his backside right above his legs. Only 15 spanks, and already he couldn't catch his breath, couldn't stop bawling, couldn't do anything but hang there and howl! And he'd already gotten 5 extra spanks! So he'd be getting at least 85 now! Why, or why couldn't he keep his hands off his butt!

Mrs. Morton held him patiently as Tommy settled himself on the chair, holding his slipper like it was a treasure. She then deposited Chad on Tommy's lap, and leaned down so her face was level with Chad's. "Now try to keep you naughty hands away from your backside this time, young man," she threatened. 'If I have to hold them so your brother can paddle you, I'll have him add another 5 whacks!"

Chad could feel his penis trapped against Tommy's bony leg as he was placed into position by Mrs. Morton. He tried to shift to a more comfortable position, but before he could an oval of pain lit up on his left buttock. Tommy had started paddling him with the slipper! The sensation was entirely different than Mrs. Morton's paddle had been. Tommy didn't spank nearly as hard, but those little stars on the bottom of his slipper really stung! Chad's crying, which had diminished slightly, intensified again. Tommy, meanwhile, had decided to see what would happen if he concentrated all of his spanks first on one of Chad's bare buns, and then on the other. Consequently, he was paddling only Chad's left butt cheek at the moment, leaving the right one alone entirely. By the 4th blow in the same spot, Chad was kicking with just his left foot and fighting desperately to keep from reaching back to protect his tortured skin. He managed to survive the 5th blow on that side, but soon found the mounting pain in his right cheek to be almost impossible to stand as well. He managed to keep from reaching back only by drumming his toes on the floor as his brother landed 5 hard smacks with the slipper on his unprotected and sore right cheek. Then Chad felt himself being lifted by Mrs. Morton again in the same way as before, with one hand cupping his genitals and the other looped under his chest. Tommy got up, disappointed both that he hadn't made Chad reach back and that his turn was over, and Karen primly rose and took her place in the chair.

Outside the window, a conversation was going on, the voices raised high enough to be heard over Chad's bawling. "Wow, they're all spanking him! He must really have been bad!"

"Told you it was Chad," the other voice said. "Look at his face – it's all red and puffy! I never saw a big kid bawl so loud!"

"You would, too, if everyone was paddling you on your bare butt," the first voice retorted.

To Karen's credit, she didn't try to be cruel to Chad as his brother had done. She distributed her spanks widely over his butt, so that he continued crying but at least the pain was distributed this time. The problem was that his butt was already incredibly sore from the actions of the first two spankers. Also, the wooden spatula's slanted tip felt like it was cutting into Chad's butt with every stroke, leaving little lines of pain scattered over its surface. And she also did as she had promised and spanked him hard, so his butt was even more sore by the time she stopped and Mrs. Morton lifted him so that Jesse could take his turn.

Jesse wasn't that strong, and his technique wasn't fancy. He merely took his slipper and began waling away at Chad's bottom, spanking him as fast as he could. He peppered the upper section of Chad's butt with spanks in quick succession, so that his allotted 10 strokes had been administered in less than 20 seconds. The rapidity of the strokes meant that Chad's butt didn't have time to adjust to one stroke before the next came. Still, Jesse's slipper didn't hurt as much as Tommy's, and Jesse's turn had been almost a reprieve for Chad.

But now Beth stepped up, an evil grin on her face, a wicked- looking wooden spoon in one hand. Instead of sitting in the chair, she turned to Chad's mother, and, loud enough to be heard over his somewhat diminished squalling, asked, "Mother, I think Chad needs a bit of a change to warm him up even more. May I spank him in the inspection position rather than bent over? I think he needs a little work on the insides of his bottom."

"That sounds very creative, dear," Chad's mother replied. "But you must be careful not to strike his boy parts with that wooden spoon. I may want grandchildren some day. And try not to hit his little poo-hole more than two or three times. We only want his punishment to be extremely painful, we don't want to permanently damage him."

Chad was deposited on his back on the hassock and immediately grasped by his legs, Mrs. Morton forcing them up past his chest so he was in the inspection position. She quickly wheeled the boy and hassock over to the center of the room, aiming it so that Chad's bottom was clearly visible outside the window, while his family was looking on in profile. Two children had joined the kids outside the window, so it was three girls and two boys who were presented with a bird's eye view of Chad's entire private region, including his now threatened butt hole. The girls marveled at his small genitals, including his now button- sized little penis, which they could see clearly for the first time, while the boys looked on with self- congratulations over their equal or superior size compared to this big boy.

Chad himself quailed in terror – his sister was going to paddle his butt crack and his poo hole! He thrashed, trying to get away, but Mrs. Morton held him virtually immobile while Beth got into position, smirking. She placed spoon against his still virgin butt hole and lined up her stoke, then lifted the paddle and brought it down sharply, making a wet smacking sound, but causing convulsions and screams from Chad. His butt hole was on fire! He'd never be able to poop again! Beth then moved away from this favored target, landing her next blow further toward his vulnerable little sack, aiming for the line of skin between his legs. She then delivered swats all up and down his tender inner crevice, taking her time, deliberately allowing more than 5 seconds to go by before delivering her next one. Chad forgot all about the pain in the rest of his butt – it felt like Beth was pouring molten lead onto his butt crack, dropping a dollop here and a dollop there and leaving the skin sizzling behind her as she went. She didn't go back to his now aching butt hole until she had finished her 8th stinging blow to the crevice between the boy's mounds, then with great relish, Beth delivered two quick blows in succession to his vulnerable, convulsing hole. Chad let out an ear piercing wail and thrashed mightily as Mrs. Morton restrained him. The other children leaned forward and studied the effect of her blows. The boy's orifice was now an angry, bright red, and spots of red were scattered up and down his butt crack, with the skin between his legs looking especially hot and painful. Mrs. Morton released Chad momentarily, and he immediately curled into a fetal position, his hands reaching under his genitals to press directly on his tortured boy-hole, trying to massage away some of the pain.

Chad's mother gave him only about 30 seconds to try to comfort himself. Then she got up from the soft and motioned for Mrs. Morton to take her place there. She walked over to where her son sat rocking and nursing his puffy, swollen anus, then in imitation of Mrs. Morton, she lifted him up by looping one arm under his chest and placing the other between his legs to cup his genitals. She had to force his hands away in order to insert hers between his legs, but she was much stronger than him and managed reasonable well. She held the wiggling, howling, miserable Chad in the air.

At that point, there was some confusion over who was to go next. Todd and Rod both wanted to be first, each waving their paint stirrers excitedly in the air. Their mother finally decided the issue by bringing another chair from the kitchen and setting it down so the boys were face to face with each other with their legs intertwined, making one large lap. Then Chad was deposited, still bawling and kicking, across their legs. "This will be your side, Rod," Mrs. Morton said, pointing to Chad's left buttock, which was now glowing red and almost hot to the touch. "And this will be yours, Todd," she said, pointing to Chad's equally red and hot right buttock. "You should alternate spanks. That means Rod hits his right bun, then Todd hits the same place on his left. Start here at the top and work your way down to the bottom. Ready, set, go!" The two boys immediately went to work with a will, making up for their small sizes and strength by swinging with enthusiasm. Chad was soon yelping once again. The little paddles made it feel like a swarm of bees were stinging his bottom. The swarm gradually moved lower and lower, until the very bottom of his buttocks were stinging sharply. Chad tightened his butt involuntarily, squeezing his buns together to try to lessen the pain, but it was no use – the boy's blows hurt just as bad either way.

By their 10th stroke apiece, they had reached the bottom of Chad's butt. He expected to feel his mother's arms under him again, lifting him and squashing his genitals once more, but instead he heard her say loudly, "One more time, boys! Start at the top and work your way to the bottom again! He hardly felt that round!"

The twins were put to work once again, starting at the top of Chad's stinging bottom and making their way down, a paddle width at a time. The little paint stirrers didn't make his butt ache deep inside like the other paddles, but they made up for it in surface sting! Chad's butt was truly on fire by the time they reached the crease where his butt joined his legs again, and he was crying more urgently again. To his dismay, his mother immediately ordered the twins to start at the top once again!

"Nooooooo!" Chad wailed as they prepared to set off down his butt again. "Nooooo moooooore! It hurrrrrrts!" His mother just nodded at the boys, who began their trip down his flanks once again. Chad was crying loudly and thrumming his toes on the floor again by the time the boys finished their third pass down his butt. Todd and Rod were discovering that they liked being on this side of the paddle much better than on the other side. They were panting from the effort of their paddling by the time they reached the bottom cleft of Chad's posterior the third time, and were perfectly happy to rest their tired wrists while Chad's mother lifted him once more and settled down with him on her own lap.

Chad had stopped worrying about anything outside of his own body. His life had become nothing but a succession of shots of pain originating in his bottom and ricocheting around his body. Thus, he didn't watch over his mother's shoulder as she settled him and lifted her paddle, nor did he tense when it fell. He just lay limply across her lap, hiccupping and squalling. As a result, the heavy wooden hairbrush took him by surprise as it descended upon his bare butt like a rifle shot. Chad's legs and arms shot straight out, and he howled louder than he had even at the height of his teacher- administered paddling. His mother, merciless, merely continued to paddle his unprotected bottom, carefully spreading her spanks out over Chad's entire underpants area, letting a good 10 seconds elapse between each smack. She was spanking much, much harder than anyone else, even Mrs. Morton, had done. She passed the 10th blow she'd set as a minimum without stopping, and continued right on to the 20th. By this time Chad was flailing, bucking, and bawling. His twisting head was flinging tears in a spatter on the floor in front of him. His butt was a mass of dark red and scattered blisters, with the blister pattern continuous in the centers of his buns and over the sit-spots. After her 20th blow, his mother administered 5 more hard swats right where the crease of his butt joined his legs – two on each side, then a last one, hardest of all, right up the middle. Finally, in satisfaction, she sat the hairbrush down on the floor, and looked at the well-punished posterior of her eldest son. "I think that's good enough, for now," she said modestly. "I believe we got his attention."

Chad's mother let him lie across his lap for a good 5 minutes, still bawling, as she and the rest of the company congratulated each other on their work and relived various memories of the spanking that they thought were particularly notable. Finally, Chad's mother decided he'd had long enough to try to pull himself together. "Stand up, young man!" she ordered, yanking him to his wobbly feet. She faced him toward the window, where there were now 8 children watching with wide eyes – 5 small girls and 3 boys. They immediately took in his puffy, snot covered face and moved on down to a more interesting target, his shrunken, button- sized penis and compact scrotum. Boys were nudging one another and pointing, obviously commenting on his lack of size. After allowing them a long enough look to thoroughly memorize Chad's embarrassingly small boy attributes, his mother turned him around to display his thoroughly red, blistered butt. She made him stand like that for two minutes, then forced him to bend at the waist so the kids could see his well-paddled butt crack and still puffy sore anus as well, and made him maintain that position for 2 minutes, tears still streaming down his face.

Finally, she allowed him to straighten up and ordered him to the corner to "think about your behavior." When he tentatively reached back to explore his stinging buttocks, his mother slapped him sharply right in the lower middle of his bottom. "No trying to rub away our hard work!" she ordered. She placed Chad's hands firmly over his head and settled his nose into the corner.

"Who wants dessert?" she asked gaily, as she returned to the center of the room. She and Mrs. Morton bustled out, returning to set out cartons of ice cream, bowls, spoons, and chocolate syrup. "I bet Chad would like some nice, cold ice cream about now," Tommy teased.

"Yeah, on his butt!" Jess joked in return. The children turned on the TV and settled down to watch, chowing down on ice cream and joking about how tiring it was to spank little boys and how it really stimulated the appetite. Chad stood bawling in the corner. He couldn't seem to stop his crying. His butt hurt so much! His butt hurt, and his crack hurt, and his insides still burned from the soap, and his balls even throbbed from being squashed by Mrs. Morton and his mother over and over each time they lifted him! But mainly, his butt hurt, especially low down, on the bottom curves. He never, never, never wanted another spanking again!

And it wasn't just the pain of the spanking. It was the total humiliation of being watched by other kids and adults while being spanked. It was having to cry uncontrollably while other kids got to watch you cry. It was having to be naked and show everyone your most private places when everyone else had clothes on. Everyone in the house had gotten to spank him, and the neighborhood kids had watched from outside! He'd never be able to show his face again inside the house or outside of it! He struggled to gain control, but tears streamed down his face, unabated. He might as well admit it, he decided. His brother was right. He couldn't stop crying. He was a big baby. That thought just made him cry more.