Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 17

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 17
by Chadlad

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Chapter 17: Chad's Morning in Diapers

Chad, planning ahead, ducked into the boys' restroom right inside the entrance door. He was pleased to see that it was empty for the moment. As he bellied up to the urinal and pulled out his small penis, he noticed his bottom still tingled from Tommy's vigorous morning spanking. He wondered if he was going to get spanked every morning for the rest of the week. Chad peed quickly, shook himself off, and ducked out again without stopping to wash his hands. Like most boys, he seldom washed his hands after peeing. After all, he reasoned, he hadn't touched anything but his own penis, and it was part of him, so what was the big deal?

Chad ducked back into the hall, dismayed to see so many students in it. He was quickly noticed, and catcalls and mocking laughter followed him down the hall all the way to his classroom. Many were remarking upon his deportment over the teacher's lap the day before, the appearance of his butt before and after being spanked yesterday, and of course the small size and peculiarities in appearance of his boy equipment. Worse were the ones commenting how much they were going to enjoy his upcoming diaper days, and girls saying they hoped he'd show up at lunch naked again today.

As he approached the classroom door, his spirits dropped even further. On the classroom door was a poster labeled in large lettering, "Special Notice to all Miriam Webster Middle and Grade School Boys." Several boys were staring at it as Chad approached. "What's this?" he asked Jimmy Chen. Jimmy looked distressed, and the other boys were looking at him with anger.

For a moment, Chad thought Jimmy wasn't going to answer, and he wondered what had made his best friend so angry. Then Jimmy shrugged and said, "Read it yourself." Chad scanned the paragraph under the headline. It read:

"Following yesterday's incident on the school grounds when a much younger student was viciously attacked and injured by an older student, it has come to the attention of the administration that discipline has become increasingly lax in Miriam Webster Middle School and Grade School, Accordingly, the school board has agreed that measures must be taken to improve student compliance and reduce violence. It has been decided that from this day forward, all boys in both grade school and middle school will remove all clothing prior to receiving public corporal punishment, regardless of the magnitude of the offense. Teachers should adjust the length and severity of punishments to accommodate this "no clothing" new rule. In addition, boys who receive corporal punishment in school will not receive their clothing back until 10 minutes before the final bell, regardless of what time of day they were punished.

"In addition, teachers in all grades are instructed to introduce a new "no tolerance" policy for aggression and for classroom disobedience."

Chad was stunned. "What does that mean?" he asked the other boys.

"It mean, dufuss, that because you're such a dork and hurt a little kid and got yourself paddled on your bare butt, all of us are going to be spanked or paddled bare butt if we mess up from now on, and we've got to stay naked afterward the rest of the day. And the 'no tolerance' bit just means the teachers will be looking for more excuses to spank us, and more of us are going to get spanked. Man, I already get spanked all the time, and now they all have to be bare butt! Thanks loads. " Jimmy opened the door and entered the classroom. Two of the other boys followed him in. Sam Farlow, the remaining boy, looked Chad in the eyes a moment. "I felt sorry for you yesterday, but I don't anymore. You've ruined it for all of us. You just wait and see – all of us are going to end up naked in front of class sooner or later, and it's all your fault! Now I can't wait for you to mess up again so I can watch you get your butt paddled! Way to go, Microdick." He opened the door as well, then stopped as he entered. "Hey, come in and see this – I think you'll find it interesting," he said, suddenly grinning.

Chad followed Sam in the door, looking at the blackboard where he was indicating. In large block letters, the following information was written.

Chad Henson:

As soon as you arrive, remove your shoes, socks, pants, and underpants and place them in the box in the front of the classroom. You may continue to wear your shirt and any jewelry you might have on. Stand on the tape line in front of the classroom facing the class while you undress.

Once you've undressed, stand on the tape line with your hands behind your head, facing the class, and wait until given instructions

You must be undressed and in position by the time the tardy bell rings.

You may not speak in the class unless asked a question. You must follow all instructions of the students chosen to diaper you.

Failure to comply immediately with these and any other instructions will result in an immediate bare-bottomed spanking.
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Chad froze for a moment. He'd known that he was facing diapering today, but he had hoped it would be done quietly, possibly in the corner of the classroom, or that he'd at least be able to cover himself or face away from his classmates while being diapered. Instead, he was going to have to stand front and center in the classroom with his lower half naked!

"Hey, Henson," Joey Turpin called from the front of the classroom. "Thanks a lot! Now we all get it bare butt, because of you!" Several other boys grumbled similar feelings. Chad felt stirrings of real fear. Joey was a tall, black-haired, gangly kid who had been held back a grade and thus was 14. He was already growing some mustache hairs and a few scraggly chin hairs, and he weighed at least 150 pounds, all of it muscle. The last thing Chad wanted was to have Joey and his friends mad at him.

"There you are," Emily said with glee. "Come on up, Chad! Time to show us your little weenie again! Look, girls, I have the best seat in the house!"

As Chad just stood by the door, Jimmy spoke up. "Better get undressed fast..," he said pragmatically. "Not that I care that much if you get spanked again, but you might care, and it's only 2 minutes to the tardy bell." Chad looked at the clock and realized he was right. Time was short. He hurried to the front of the room, spotting the piece of tape right in front of Emily's desk and the box sitting on the floor by it. Great location, he thought to himself. Nothing like getting naked while Emily stares at my privates from a foot away! He kicked off his shoes and put them in the box, tugging the socks after them. He reached for his belt and undid it, then unsnapped the pants buckle. Sam started loudly humming "The Stripper," and several other kids, including Emily, joined in.

Chad paused and looked at the clock. Less than minute left. Got to get my stuff off or I get another bare-butt spanking, he thought to himself, and that thought gave him the courage to unzip his pants manfully and deliberately step out of them. The kids humming got louder. Chad looked at the clock and swallowed. Fifteen seconds! Resolutely, he stuck a thumb under both sides of his underwear waistband and tugged them down, bending down to sweep them off each leg. Tossing them in the box, he gulped, straightened up, and placed his hands behind his head, revealing his little- boy privates to the class once again. Several boys wolf- whistled, and a group of girls broke into applause. A quick glance down revealed that he at least wasn't shrunken into nothingness. His little penis was half-hard, angled out at 45 degrees and maybe a bit over an inch long. It still wasn't impressive, but it wasn't a button, either. He fixed his eyes on the back wall and ignored the children commenting on his nudity and his lack of size.

The bell rang seconds later, and Mrs. Rose breezed in on cue. "Quiet down, now, class." She ordered. "The bell has rung." She glanced at the boy standing in the front with his bottom half on display. "I see you followed instructions, young man. See that you keep following them." She half turned as she passed Chad, examining his bare bottom from close range. "Now I didn't do that. It looks like someone got paddled when he got home. From the looks of those marks, I'd say paddled with several different instruments, too." Chad said nothing. "Did you get paddled at home, Chad?" she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said softly, shuffling his feet.

"Oh? Who paddled you?" she asked.

Chad realized he'd better be truthful, because she might have already talked to his mother on the phone that morning, or she might later on that day. "My mom did, and my brother, and my sister. And my sister's friend, and my brother's friend, and the lady from across the street, and her twin sons," Chad admitted, now shamed to the core. "And my brother spanked me again this morning," he added.

"My, my! Your mother must have been very angry at you to have all those other people join in spanking you! I see they've blistered your little bottom quite well. And you say your brother spanked you, too? Isn't that your little brother, who's still in grade school?"

Chad nodded assent glumly, bringing guffaws from the boys in the classroom and giggles from the girls. Apparently they found the thought of him being spanked by his little brother extremely funny.

Mrs. Rose continued her remarks. "Why don't you turn around and show the rest of the class how blistered your bottom is?" she sugge.sted.

Chad turned around, thankful to have a moment that his meager privates weren't on display. The children murmured and shifted around behind him, jockeying for the best view of his posterior. While he was facing the blackboard, Mrs. Rose addressed the class. "You all can see how sore this naughty boy's bottom is from his punishment yesterday, and the punishment he got from his family when they discovered what he'd done at school," she said. "I hope you boys have also read the notice from the school board on the classroom door. If you haven't, it says that from now on, all boys in Miriam Webster schools will be punished without any protective clothing. That means that all spankings and paddlings administered in this classroom from now on will be on the boy's bare bottom. Also, the principal is unhappy about the lax discipline around here, and has ordered us to crack down. So you can expect that punishments for you boys will be more frequent from now on. That means every incident of violence, every case of disobedience, and every case of missing homework will result in a public spanking or paddling for that boy." In his own seat, Joey Turpin suddenly looked wary, as if something dire had just occurred to him. Meanwhile, Mrs. Rose was wrapping up her warning. "Okay, that's .enough, Chad. Turn back around and wait until we're ready to diaper you."

Much as he hated doing it, Chad had no choice but to turn back around so the class was once again treated to a view of his protruding boy parts. Mrs. Rose walked to the desk and busied herself arranging things. The children sat waiting, many of them studying Chad's privates with fascination, just as if they hadn't already seen them extensively the day before. Emily was smirking at him from her seat right in front of him. In her chair, she had the best view of his meager attributes. Glancing quickly and seeing that Mrs. Rose was looking for something in the bookcase behind her, Emily rose, reached across her desk, and quickly give the head of his penis a squeeze, plopping back in her chair before Mrs. Rose turned back around. "Hey, stop that!" Chad said.

"Quiet, Mr. Henson," Mrs. Rose ordered. "Unless you'd like another trip over my knee again."

"But she…." Chad began.

"I said QUIET!." Mrs. Rose said. "One more word from you for any reason and you get paddled." Chad squeezed his mouth shut. He absolutely didn't want another paddling. He'd be quiet even if Emily practically pulled his wiener off, his decided. She, for her part, sat smirking at him, while several of her friends quietly congratulated her on her cleverness. As soon as Mrs. Rose turned her back, she reached across her desk again, this time giving his wiener a good yank. Chad endured it stoically, trying to fix his gaze on the far wall. In the next few minutes, Emily managed to yank his penis 3 more times, each time making it harder until it was in full erection once again.

Mrs. Rose finally found the things she was looking for, and Emily had to stop tormenting Chad for the moment. She slowly called roll, commenting when she got to Chad's name, "You don't have to respond, Mr. Henson. I think we're all pretty much aware that you're here – you're rather conspicuous. Finally, after Chad had been left standing naked and unprotected in front of class for more than half an hour, Mrs. Rose picked up 2 small boxes from her desk. "I've put all your names in these two boxes. This box has the boys in it, and this one has the girls in it. We need to select who is on diaper duty today. Mr. Henson, you may put your arms down, but keep them away from your genitalia." Chad gratefully lowered his tired arms to his sides. She held the boys' box in front of him. "Pick out a boy to diaper you today," she said. Chad reached in and drew out a slip of paper, which she immediately took from him before he could see who was on it. "Now pick a girl," she prompted. Chad reached into the other box, and she immediately took that slip, too. Mrs. Rose walked back to her desk and put the boxes away, spreading the two slips of paper on her desk. "Joey Turpin and Emily Czech, would you please move the diaper cart over beside the boy waiting to be diapered?" Great, Chad thought. That's just friggin' great. Of all the kids to pick, I pick the girl who hates me most and the boy who blames me the most for being put in jeopardy of bare butt spanking.

Emily positively glowed as she hustled over with Joey to push the cart over by Chad. Mrs. Rose began giving them instructions. "You two are on diaper duty today. You will put Chad's diaper on him now, following my instructions. If Chad pees or poos in his diaper during the day, he will stand and come to the front of the room immediately, with his feet on the tape. He will stand there with his hands behind his head until I acknowledge him. Then he will announce, "I peed in my diaper, will you please change me?" or "I pooed in my diaper, will you please change me?" or, if necessary, "I peed and pooed in my diaper, will you please change me?" At that point, the two of you will come up and change him following my instructions." She turned to Chad. "Young man, do not hesitate even one minute to come up for changing. If you need changing and don't come up immediately, that will be considered disobedience, and you will be spanked severely."

She gestured toward the diaper cart. "Put him in position for changing. First put on these gloves." Both children were handed latex surgical gloves and slipped them on. After they had donned the gloves she showed them how to push down the spaces between the fingers so the gloves fit tightly. "Now, strap him down like the nurse did yesterday." Chad was guided up onto the cart and forced to lie on his back, with his bottom facing the class like before. The band was tightened across his chest, and then each arm was strapped down with the Velcro straps, Emily tightening one side and Joey the other. On Mrs. Rose's cue, they each took one of ankles and raised his legs and then spread them, tying each one and returning Chad to the humiliating, wide open position used for diapering and for inspection at home.

"Now before you put on his diaper, one of you must cover his diaper area with this cream. It prevents diaper rash if he pees or poos, and protects the blisters on his bottom so they can heal." Emily eagerly took the lotion tube offered her and squeezed an ample amount on her gloved fingers. She began spreading it across Chad's exposed buttocks, working her way toward the hole. Upon reaching the center of his butt, she added more lotion and rubbed this round and round his wrinkled hole, causing Chad to contract it several times involuntarily. He could hear Jimmy commenting to the girl beside him that Chad's butt hole was winking at them again. The girl stifled laughter. Chad himself was stung more by this comment than any of the others he'd heard that morning – Jimmy was his best friend! Emily squeezed out more lotion and worked her way up the tender flesh between his legs, enjoying the feel of the ridge of skin running down the middle of his cleft from scrotum to anus, and the exceptionally soft skin surrounding the ridge.

All this stimulation, of course, kept Chad's penis rock hard and extended it out to its full two inches. Lubing her palm, Emily pressed it on his scrotum and massaged it, causing a mixture of pleasure and discomfort to surge through Chad. On one hand, he wanted her to quit touching him so close to the source of his sexual pleasure, and she was pressing his balls hard enough to cause a bit of discomfort. On the other hand, his body definitely wanted her to keep touching him, and move on up the shaft to his penis head. In short order, the second desire was granted. Emily shifted her hand and began stroking his penis, moving upward in little increments, massaging the lotion in as she went. Thrills of sensation ran through Chad as she rubbed repeatedly over the mushroom-shaped little head and then gripped the tip tightly, circling Chad's pee-hole with her thumb. Just as Chad's excitement was starting to peak and his penis was getting ready to start spasming, she removed her hand, leaving him panting and frustrated. "Done," she said, smirking again at his obvious disappointment.

Joey then placed a diaper under Chad's bare, well-lotioned butt and pulled it up between his legs, squeezing the boy's raging hard-on painfully and forcing it roughly down under the diaper, then sealing the tapes and covering Chad's nudity. The two of them untied Chad and helped him down, and he was told to return to his seat for the day's lesson.

Chad managed to keep his bladder under control all morning. His bottom was uncomfortable to sit on, and it was humiliating being in a diaper and being called "diaper baby" in whispered comments by kids who passed him or sat by him, but he could tolerate it, and it beat getting spanked. It was quite clear other boys in nearby classrooms weren't so lucky.

Three times during the morning the silently working class could hear the smacking of a hand or paddle on bare skin and the caterwauling of boys learning first hand the meaning of the new school board edict. The first time was at about 9:30, and came through the open windows from the grade school next door. A high-pitched boy's voice could be heard screaming, "No, don't take off my pants, please!" and several repeated variants of that utterance, followed by a stern adult female voice first ordering immediate compliance, and then announcing that the paddle was going to be used instead of her hand to show she meant business. After that the unfortunate lad had apparently been successfully undressed, because an entire classroom was laughing, and then shortly there came the unmistakable sound of a wooden paddle hitting tender boy flesh and the boy on the receiving end squalling in pain. Chad unconsciously counted the spanks, as did all the other boys and most of the girls, cringing as the teacher passed 20 and didn't stop until the screaming little miscreant had received 30 solid whacks.

After that the boy's screeching gradually quieted down, and it was silent for another hour, until suddenly raised voices could be heard in the grade school again. This time it was obviously an older boy, perhaps a 6th grader in early puberty, because his voice broke as he pleaded not to be spanked, and he was able to hold off crying for awhile once the spanking started, the cracks of a bare female hand on his bottom punctuated for the first 10 blows merely by a sharply uttered, "Owwwwwww!" But he, too, dissolved into frenzied crying eventually, and continued to wail through his 50 solid smacks and for some time afterward. Chad had hoped, briefly, that his own brother was on the receiving end, but realized right away that it was another boy's voice entirely.

After that, there was a third spanking during the grade school morning recess. A 1st grader playing in the sandbox between the buildings apparently threw something at a girl playing next to him, because soon the teacher was sternly lecturing the boy on the inappropriateness of throwing things at other children, and then pronouncing to the now raptly silent recess crowd that he was getting spanked right there. Upon hearing this, Emily asked Mrs. Rose if they could watch, and Mrs. Rose agreed the girls could go to the windows to witness the naughty boy's punishment. Chad and the other boys were ordered to remain in their seats and continue working. The girls all jockeyed for space at the windows, giving a blow by blow commentary on the events below. "She's got his pants off," Lindsay said with a note of pleasure in her voice. "Look at his little wee-wee – it's just so little and precious!"

"I'd say it looks a lot like Chad's," Emily snickered, "Except it's a little bigger than Chad's, of course." Chad blushed as the whole class, even the boys, laughed at this remark. Now they were implying he had the penis of a first grader! He almost protested aloud, but remembered two facts just in time. First, if he said anything he'd be paddled, and second, there was no use protesting anyway, because what Emily said was probably true.

The girls continued watching and making comments. "She's bringing him over to the teacher's bench – they'll be right under us!" Cynthia said with some excitement. "Oh, look at that cute little butt!"

The boy's pleading voice outside was growing more and more desperate, as he apparently was being placed in spanking position. Soon the crack, crack, crack of a firm spanking began, accompanied by yelps and loud sobbing of a little boy in pain. The boy's squeals increased with intensity with each spank (30, by Chad's count), as the girls' commentary continued.

"Look how red he's getting," Ranee commented. "She must be about done. Yep, she's stopped spanking him and she's rubbing his butt. Look at him kick!"

"I still say he looks like Chad in every way – he cries like Chad, he kicks like Chad, and his boy parts even look like Chad's!" Emily said snidely. Chad was disturbed to see general agreement among the girls over that.

The little boy was apparently hustled into the classroom, probably to sit on his sore bare butt in a corner until lunch time, and the girls in Chad's classroom resumed their seats in a good humor.

Finally it was lunch time. Chad was lined up with the other kids, humiliated at having to appear in lunch diapered like a baby, which would remind the whole school he'd peed himself yesterday, but grateful that at least he wasn't naked and wasn't being yanked down the hall by his privates as he was yesterday. Of course, he got some ribbing while standing in line and while sitting uncomfortably in his diaper with his classmates as they ate, but most of the other students' attention was focused on the three boys who'd been spanked that morning, and who, one by one, came in with their classes. Each one walked along awkwardly, hands behind his head and being led by a girl with a firm grip on his scrotum, his bright red butt on display as he waited in line. Each collected a punishment lunch as took his place in a punishment chair in the front. The 6th grader was a redhead from Tommy's class, being led by a blonde girl with a firm grip on his substantial scrotum. Chad was chagrined to see, once he had sat down, that his wiener was proportional to his balls, and that both were as big as Tommy's equipment.

The next child came in with the third grade. He was a tousled-haired little imp of a kid with a small, almost flat, and glowing red butt. Chad was reassured to see that this boy's genitals were about the size of his or slightly smaller, and that this boy's penis was shriveled and trying to hide, much as Chad's did much of the time. The boy was blushing with utter humiliation and continued to blush as he picked at his food and shifted from side to side on his sore bottom in his chair in front of the cafeteria, obviously having to fight his instinct to close his legs and block view of his small equipment.

Just as Chad was finishing his own food, the 1st grade boy came in. Although he was also being led by a little girl from his class, he seemed nonchalant and almost cheerful as she tugged him along. He, too, had a glowing red butt that apparently hurt, but he seemed to shrug it off and was even smiling and joking with the kids around him, as if he didn't mind in the least that he was bare naked in front of everyone. Once he'd gotten his punishment meal, he plunked down on the chair, immediately rose and began rubbing his butt, oblivious to the way this made his penis bounce merrily in front of him. He turned and grinned at the 3rd grader sitting red faced next to him, his legs reluctantly splayed. "Hurts, don't it!" he said to the older boy. "She really roasted my butt! I bet your teacher really roasted your butt, too." He sat down more gingerly and spread his legs widely without having to be told, allowing his little penis to spring up and displaying his small, ping-pong ball sized nut sack to the world.

Chad went to throw his trash away and drifted up to the punishment table to talk to the 6th grader. The 6th grade spoke first as he approached. "I saw you up here yesterday," he said. "I hate this. I hate all the kids looking at me and laughing."

"I hated it too. I heard you get it," Chad said back in sympathy.

"I heard you, too, yesterday. Both times. I think you were a lot louder than me." He looked at Chad's diaper. "At least I didn't wet myself," he said glumly. "But my mom is going to kill me."

The 1st grader piped up in his high-pitched voice, at the same time reaching down and adjusting his hard-on, creating a smattering of applause from older girls. "My mom is gonna kill me, too. She'll probably give me another spankin'," he said cheerfully. "Man, did that hurt! My butt's still sore! How long does it stay sore afterward?"

"Mine still hurts," Chad admitted.

"Yeah," the 6th grader said, "but your brother told me that you got paddled big time last night, too, and that he gave you a good hand spanking this morning, so that doesn't mean anything."

The 3rd grader finally spoke up. "Do all the girls have to just keep looking at it? I hate it when they look at it. And when they make fun of it, it gets smaller, and then they make fun of it more."

The lst grader glanced down between the other boy's legs. "Maybe they're just looking hard because they can't see it that well. It's kind of small," he said insensitively, looking at his own erect organ as a comparison. This comment appeared to cause the 3rd grader to become even more embarrassed. He glanced at the 1st grader's proudly erect little shaft, looked more depressed, and ducked his head and went back to chewing glumly. Chad decided to move along before they began discussing the size of his penis, too. He reported back to the classroom as he'd been instructed and worked on math problems until the other kids returned to class.

It was in the period after lunch that he realized he couldn't go without peeing forever. He normally ran to the bathroom and peed right after lunch before returning to class, and his body knew it was pee time. He began shifting in his chair uncomfortably, trying to fight the inevitable trip to the front of the classroom as long as possible. Finally, 15 minutes after the class returned, he could no longer hold still and the burning urgency inside was too much. He succumbed to the inevitable, relaxing his sphincter and letting the pee surge out of him. It quickly filled he area around his genitals with warm wetness that seeped immediately down to cover his crotch and the bottom of his butt where he was sitting. The relief was terrific, but Chad then realized that he would now have to deliver himself into Emily and Joey's tender clutches. He didn't dare wait in case someone had noticed his tensing, becoming still, and then relaxing. One of the girls would probably be thrilled to report him to the teacher, who would immediately check his diaper, he imagined. Heck, most of the boys were probably mad enough at him to rat him out, too. Before that could happen, he quickly got up and walked, humiliated, to the tape at the front of the class. His classmates noticed immediately and began whispering, calling the attention of the other students to him. Mrs. Rose finally looked up. "Yes, Chad," she said sweetly.

"Um, Mrs. Rose, I, um, peed my diaper. Can I please be changed?" He blushed crimson – it was harder to say than he'd thought it would be.

"Of course you can have your diaper changed. You peed it, you said? Emily, Joey, please come assume your responsibility," Mrs. Rose ordered.

Once again he was helped up to the table and systematically tied down. Gloved, Emily pulled the diaper tabs and lowered the front of the diaper, grimacing as the smell rose up. She folded the diaper and took it to the waste basket. Meanwhile, Joey was not at all pleased to be assigned butt and genital wiping duty. He showed his distaste by scrubbing Chad's sore butt and genitals as roughly as he thought he could get away with. Chad winced repeatedly but did not cry out, not wanting to look more like a baby than he already did. Joey finished by pressing hard on Chad's scrotum and scrubbing extensively, then drifting down to Chad's butt hole where he repeated his action. Chad felt like Joey was trying to scrub the skin off him. Joey finally decided he'd dragged the task out as long as he dared and threw the towels in the trash. Emily lotioned Chad exactly like before, again bringing him to the brink of orgasm and then leaving him unsatisfied. Toward the end, his small penis contracted twice, straining to reach orgasm, but she let go of him and the urge subsided, causing Chad to sigh in frustration. "Irritating, isn't it?" Emily whispered loud enough so that only he and Joey could hear. "I'm going to do that to you and not let you fire every time!"

Returning to his seat, Chad worked quietly with the rest of the class. The jokes on her, he thought to himself. I can't 'fire,' anyway – I'm just a little baby dry-cummer. He brightened at the thought that apparently Emily didn't know that. At least the dry diaper felt good. He hoped he wouldn't have to pee again until time to go home – the last thing he wanted was to give Joey and Emily another crack at torturing him!