Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 16

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 16
by Chadlad

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Chapter 16: The Morning After

Chad awakened, groggy and confused, feeling disoriented. The whole bed was bouncing from side to side under him. He had been dreaming that he was naked right in the middle of downtown, and needed to pee so bad that it hurt. His butt was stinging also, in his dreams, and he realized that it was covered with ants that were biting him all over and trying to crawl up his butt hole. As he tried to swat them away, he saw that he was surrounded by women and girls, and that they were pointing at his genital region and laughing. Fearing he had a hard on, he looked down, only to discover to his horror that all of his boy parts were gone, and that instead he had noting but a flat patch of skin between his legs like a Barbie doll! He tried to scream but nothing came out of his mouth, and he still needed to pee but now realized he didn't have a place where the pee could come out any more, and he'd have to hold it until he exploded. Then it felt like something was shaking him, and that's when he opened his eyes and realized the sun was streaming through the window and it was morning.

A weight was on his chest. As his eyes focused, the first thing he saw was his brother's penis right in front of his face, and his brother's smiling face looming above it. To his surprise, Chad discovered he was now on his back, and Tommy was sitting with his legs extended across Chad's arms, so that Chad discovered he couldn't move them. Tommy reached down with his right hand and pointed his hard penis down, swiping the tip of it across Chad's closed lips. "Open up, big brother! I've got your morning snack for you. Mr. Dick is here, and he's horny!"

Chad twisted his head to the side to get his brother's penis out of his face. "Let me up, Tommy" Chad said. "I gotta pee. What time is it, anyway?"

"It's wiener sucking time, big brother," Tommy said playfully. "And I'm not letting you up until you're done!"

"But I've really gotta pee!" Chad insisted.

"You're just saying that to try to get out doing it," Tommy replied.

"No I'm not!" Chad insisted. "Look at me – I've got a pee boner!"

Tommy twisted his head around and examined his brother's exposed groin. Because of the severe pain in his bottom, Chad had gone to bed last night wearing only his pajama top. Chad did indeed have a raging hard-on, if you could call his little two-incher "raging." Tommy leaned forward, keeping his knees on Chad's arms, and extending his arms so that he was on all fours with his groin over Chad's mouth. "Well, if you've got to pee that bad, you'd better hurry up and make me squirt, because I'm not getting off until you do."

Chad bucked and twisted briefly; trying to unseat his brother, but found he was unable to escape. Resigned, and having to pee so badly he'd do anything to be allowed to, he opened his mouth and let his little brother insert his hard penis, being careful to keep his teeth back so Tommy wouldn't have another excuse to flick his balls. He started sucking, while Tommy at the same time began humping in and out of his mouth, his thrusts getting more and more erratic until, with a final whoop, he rammed himself all the way into Chad's mouth, contracting his young butt as he dribbled another few drops of thin fluid into his brother. Trapped under Tommy, Chad tried to avoid swallowing, but finally his throat convulsed and he swallowed his brother's output as well as his own collected saliva. Tommy felt Chad's tongue twitch against his organ and, knowing his brother had been forced to swallow, got off him, grinning. "Okay, you can go to the bathroom now, big brother. But you gotta go naked, and you have to come right back here when you're done!"

Chad didn't have time to argue if he didn't want to pee on the floor. He raced out the door and down the hall, only to find the bathroom door locked. He knocked on it, dancing from one foot to the other. Beth stuck her head out, eyeing his erect phallus and his "little boy has to pee" behavior. "Come on, Beth, let me in. I gotta go!" Chad said earnestly.

"I'm not done with my makeup yet," she said. "Can't you wait?"

"NO!" Chad exclaimed. "I'm about to go on the floor right now!" "Oh, all right. You can come in, but don't expect me to leave, and don't touch my stuff." Chad raced past his sister and stopped in front of the toilet, raising the seat and peeing powerfully into the toilet, as she watched in amusement. She noted the fine crop of blisters she and the rest of the paddlers of last night had raised on his exposed butt, and the nice pink color it still had.

For Chad's part, he suddenly realized that his bottom half was completely naked, and he had just peed in front of his sister, something he couldn't have imagined doing yesterday morning. Being publicly spanked three times along with all his other punishments had definitely put things like that into perspective. He started to leave, but Beth stopped him with a sharp rap on his exposed butt. "Flush the toilet, you little animal. And put down the seat. You boys need to learn to do that every time. Then come over here and ask me nicely to give you a few smacks on your bottom to help you remember to do it next time."

Chad flushed and set the seat down, then slowly approached his sister. "Uh, please give me some smacks on my bottom so I can remember to flush next time," he said meekly. Beth grasped his still erect penis with her left hand and had him lean forward against her and hold on to her arm, bending him over slightly. With her right hand, she gave him 5 sharp spanks on his unprotected bottom, causing yelps from Chad by the third spank. She released him and he reached up to roughly swipe a tear away from his face. "Can I go now?" he asked plaintively. She silently pointed to the door, and he fled back to his room, his hard phallus still waving in the air from side to side as he ran.

When he entered, Tommy was already almost dressed for school. "Hey, what did you do? I heard you get your butt walloped," he said as he tied a shoe.

"Beth was mad because I didn't flush and I left the toilet seat up," Chad admitted.

"Better watch yourself, big brother. If my butt was a blistered as yours, I'd try to avoid getting into more trouble," Tommy said with a superior air. Chad went to his dresser drawers, looking for underwear.

"Oh, by the way," Tommy said as Chad started to insert one foot into a pair of clean briefs. "Mom said to put on your shirt and socks, but to just carry your pants and underpants downstairs. She says you won't need them for awhile." He went out the bedroom door.

Chad's heart began racing again. Was he going to get spanked or paddled on his sore butt again this morning? Gosh, he hoped not. His butt still hurt all over, even in the crack! With trembling hands, he gathered his clothes together, and walked down the stairs, his little penis now shrinking again in fright.

Chad walked into the kitchen, to find Tommy already there getting out milk and cereal. "Mom said to go ahead and get our food ready, but not to sit down until she gets here. She went across the street to Mrs. Morton's for something."

Feeling terribly exposed with no pants on, Chad carefully got a cereal bowl and filled it, added milk, and then selected a banana and set it beside the bowl. He got a spoon from the drawer, and then stood by the table uncertainly. He was grateful that the table was high enough that he could hide his nudity fairly well just by standing close to it. Of course, that left his bare, well-spanked butt sticking out, but there was only so much he could do to cover up. Beth came bustling in, patting Chad on the butt on her way by. "Mom not back yet?" she asked.

"Not yet," Tommy said. "She said not to sit down until she was back. What did she go over there for?"

"She's getting a surprise for Chad," Beth replied, giving Chad an evil smirk. "She told me all about it. It's something that I think Chad will find himself really attached to! " She poked into the refrigerator, retrieving a container of yogurt. Just then their mother came bustling in the door, dragging something Chad couldn't see behind her.

"Okay, I'm here," she said. "I just had to go get a special chair for Chad!" She pulled the chair out from behind her, like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat. Chad expected her to say "Ta da!" as she did.

Chad wasn't sure what he was looking at to start with. At first glance the chair was a normal-looking wooden stool with no back, but something appeared to be out of place about it. As Chad continued to study it, he realized the thing that was out of place was that it had a smooth wooden peg that stuck up from the seat for about 3 inches. The top of the peg was rounded and thinner than the bottom, with the top begin only about 1/2 of an inch wide, and the bottom being about 3/4 of an inch wide. She plunked the chair at Chad's usual place. "Mrs. Morton was kind enough to lend me this until I can get one made of my own," she said to her children. "For the next week, Chad, when you sit down to eat or do homework or to watch TV, you'll be punished by having to sit on this chair."

Chad looked at the chair, puzzled by it. His mother had said the chair was intended to punish him in some way. The peg was off center, more to one side of the stool than the other. He'd have to wrap his legs around it, he thought, in order to sit. Maybe that's why the peg was there – to push on his balls and wiener while he was sitting. That could certainly be uncomfortable, but he supposed he could stand it. While he was considering that, his mother produced something else from behind her back with a flourish. "I also got this bottle of special lotion from her," she said. She rummaged in the kitchen drawer, fishing out rubber gloves. "Here, Beth," she said. "Put these on, and cover the peg with a nice thick layer of lotion."

Beth eagerly put on the gloves, immediately getting to work coating the peg with lotion. Tommy was staring at her, then suddenly stopped looking puzzled. "Ohhhhh," he said, stretching the word out. "Oh, I get it. Oh boy! Oh boy, oh boy. Chad, I'm so glad I'm not you."

Chad still didn't get it. Why would they want to grease up the peg? Wouldn't that just make it slippery when he pressed against it? And why did Tommy suddenly seem so sympathetic? Beth straightened up and stripped off the glove. "It's all ready for him, Mom," she said gleefully.

"Excellent," Chad's mother said, smiling at her daughter and younger son. "Now Chad, if you'll just come over here," she said, guiding him to the chair by his shoulders. Chad let her guide him over next to the chair. "Now hold on a minute, let me line it up correctly," she said. She turned the chair so that the peg was on the back side of the chair. Chad didn't get it. How was he supposed to wrap his legs around the peg if it was in the back?

All of the sudden the picture changed in his mind, as he realized what part of him would be on the seat where the peg was. He stiffened, and looked wildly about, trying to find a place to escape. Beth was on one side of him, Tommy on the other, and his mother directly behind him. As started to crouch down to dive under the table, his mother caught him easily around the middle and held him tightly.

"Where do you think you're going, young man?" she asked sternly. Chad twisted, still trying to escape. His mother closed her other arm around his body, trapping his flailing arms. "Grab his legs, Tommy," she said evenly. Chad tried to kick, but Tommy quickly got a hand around each of his legs and held them tightly, too. Chad could now hardly move.

His mother addressed Beth. "Reach down and spread his little bottom, dear, so the peg can go right up his little poo-hole," she said sweetly." Beth grinned into Chad's face, practically leering at him, and reached past Tommy to cup each of Chad's bare buns.

"Noooooooooo!" Chad shrieked. "Nooooooooooo! Please no! Don't stick it up my poo hole!" He tried wriggle free, only to find that the three family members holding him made escape impossible. Beth's fingertips probed into his crack until they pressed on either side of his anus, and then she was lining him up directly over the peg.

"Noooooooo!" Chad squealed again as he felt the greasy wooden peg brush against his anus. His mother and brother began pressing him downward, the peg first pressing him more and more tightly then suddenly parting his hole and slipping slickly in. Chad slid down the peg inexorably, his orifice stretching wider and wider until his buttocks finally contacted the seat. His anus felt like it was being stretched out to its limits, and the peg inside him felt like the biggest poo in the world trying to get out.

"Now we're going to let go of your, young man," his mother said. "And if you try to get up, you'll get paddled on your boy parts and then be placed on the seat again. And I'll let Beth do the paddling."

Much as the peg was causing him discomfort, Chad knew he wanted no part of Beth paddling his boy parts. Besides, now that it was in, the peg didn't hurt quite so much, although it was very uncomfortable. He shifted experimentally, which merely made the peg stretch his bottom hole wider. He tried contracting his buns, but that just made it more obvious that a cylinder of wood was up his butt. His mother slid his cereal in front of him. "Eat up, son. You're not getting off the stool until you've eaten your entire breakfast."

Glumly, a tear trickling down his cheek, Chad picked up the spoon and began shoveling in cereal. Beth and Tommy sat down and started eating, too, but he noticed Beth was watching him expectantly. Within a minute he realized why. A tingling was starting at his butt hole and spreading all the way inside, everywhere the peg was touching him. It quickly became an intense burn. Within seconds, Chad's butt hole and rectum were on fire. He began squirming. "It burns," he protested. "It's burning me inside!"

"That wasn't just any lotion I put on your peg," Beth said, grinning. "It's special stuff Mrs. Morton sends away for. She showed him the bottle. It was labeled, in block letters, "Mrs. Murphy's Family Remedy." Under the name, smaller print read "Use only for punishment of children. Safe for oral, anal, and genital use. Wear rubber gloves to apply." A cartoon picture of a crying child's face was underneath. Under that, smaller print read, "Causes intense burning. Will not cause permanent damage. Can be reapplied every 10 minutes."

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Beth said, after allowing the squirming Chad to examine the bottle long enough to read it. He was fighting to keep from crying again. The combination of the burning in his rectum and the solid peg up his butt had made his penis snap to attention between his legs, where it was aching to be touched. Chad's squirming became more and more frantic.

"I want offffff!" he begged. "It burns!"

"Good," his mother said. "Now shut up and eat your cereal and your banana. You're staying on the stool until you've eaten everything."

Practically dancing despite being impaled, Chad began swallowing spoonfuls of cereal, quickly cleaning his bowl. He tipped it up and drank the milk out of it. Then he peeled the banana, taking big bites and swallowing quickly. He sat down the peel. "May I get off now?" he asked with a whine in his voice.

"I don't think you've had enough to eat," his mother said. She poured him more cereal and added milk. "Now hold still and eat the rest of your breakfast. If you're good, I'll haveTommy put plain hand lotion on your peg when you sit to do your homework tonight or when you eat dinner instead of the special lotion."

Chad tried to hold still as he spooned cereal into his mouth and swallowe it as quickly as he could. His rectum and anus still burned, but the burn had stopped intensifying, and he certainly didn't want to have to go through that again later today! His mother was finally satisfied when he finished his second bowl of cereal, and he was allowed to gingerly raise himself from the stool, the peg sliding greasily out of him as he stood. His mother made him bend over and grab his ankles so she could examine his bottom for damage, with Beth and Tommy looking eagerly at his anus as well. She took a paper towel and wiped the residual lotion off of him and pronounced him undamaged, then made him wipe off the peg and store the chair against the wall, because "We don't want anyone else accidentally sitting on it and getting a surprise, do we?"

While he was wiping off the chair, she noticed his erect member. "There you are, like that again," she said, disgust in her voice. "I swear you're just like your father."

Chad looked down at his errant member. "I can't help it," he said to the floor.

"Maybe you can't, but maybe you can. You'd better try to help it, because if you keep getting like that I'm going to have to take action." She motioned for him to put the chair away.

Chad looked at the clock as he placed the chair where he'd been instructed. It was less than 10 minutes before time to walk to school. His mother was getting her bag and heading out the door. "I've left a set of instructions for you and Chad, Tommy," she said, opening the kitchen door. "They're on the hall table. Remember Beth is meeting me downtown and we're not going to be home until late, so you boys are on your own tonight. And Chad, Tommy is in complete charge, and you have to obey him about everything. Tommy, read the instructions when you get home, not before, and make sure everything in them is done." She stepped out. "Oh, before I forget, you need to give your brother a good spanking before he gets dressed, so he remembers to behave today in school. Just make his butt nice and pink all over." She was gone, then, walking rapidly to the car. Beth also raced out, having a longer trip to high school than the boys' trip to the combined grade and middle school.

Chad stood by the stool, dismayed by his mother's final remark. Another spanking? Did they have to be beating his butt every minute? Tommy looked at him, a serious expression on his face. "Come on, Chad," he said. "Mom says you have to be spanked, so let's get on with it so we're not late for school." He pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down, motioning for his brother to get over his lap. Knowing Tommy could get him another paddling like last night's just by a simple word to their mother, Chad walked meekly over and draped himself in the humiliating "bad boy" position. Tommy wasted no time, raising his hand and giving Chad a flurry of quick, stinging spanks that quickly reawakened the ache in the older boy's butt. Despite wanting to be a big boy in front of his brother, Chad was soon wiggling with pain and crying softly, his tears dripping onto the floor. Tommy did not relent until he'd smacked his brother more than 50 times, covering his entire bottom and making Chad once again grasp at the air and drum his feet on the floor. The he stopped and massaged his brother's red bottom, kneading the flesh hard to increase the his brother's discomfort, the way teachers at his school did when they spanked naughty boys. Finally, he spoke to Chad.

"Okay, big brother, you've been spanked enough for now. Try to stop crying like a baby and get up and put on your pants. I'm sick of looking at your baby dick and your ugly butt."

A minute later, Chad was tying his shoes, the cloth of his briefs uncomfortably pressing his still stinging flanks. He straightened up, still sniffling, and looked at the clock. "Come on, time to go to school," Tommy said. "You'd better go wash your face off, or everyone will know you've been crying."

The boys left the house and started down the street. A block later they were joined by other children, and more children joined them in the following blocks. Kids started asking Chad about being spanked yesterday. Chad tried to walk ahead of them, maintaining a stony silence, but Tommy was all too eager to talk, and soon had a crowd of children gathered around him, listening, as he described Chad's punishment session of the night before. Chad's face glowed crimson as Tommy explained how the 8 of them, including the girls, had each spanked Chad's bare butt, and how he'd been given an enema right on the patio and had been forced to poop right there in front of them, and even how they'd used him to play ring toss. Chad was grateful for one thing, though. Tommy left out of his tale the fact that Chad had been forced to suck all the boys, and had in fact sucked Tommy a total of 4 times already. Although Chad realized Tommy was merely protecting himself by not divulging that information, he realized that silence in this area protected him even more.

From time to time as they walked along, several of the kids came up by Chad to pat his sore bottom and ask how much it hurt, and more than one kid commented that he must be "totally humiliated," but Chad still didn't respond, and they got tired of his silence and fell back to continue to listen to Tommy's tales instead. He hated that Tommy kept referring to his genitals as "Chad's baby dick and balls," but couldn't see anyway to stop him from doing so.

Finally, the school hove into sight, and Chad was able to separate from the grade schoolers walking with his brother and enter the doors of the middle school, where his morning torments were still awaiting him.