Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 19
by Chadlad

copyright 2006 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 19: Mrs. Rose Makes an Impression

The anatomy lesson completed, Mrs. Rose turned to Joey. "Let's get down to business, young man," she said with finality. She then picked up her spanking towel, settled herself on the wooden chair, and placed the towel over her lap.

"Joey Turpin, you have failed to turn in your homework when assigned, and you lied to try to avoid punishment when I asked you the reason why your homework was not turned in. Failure to submit homework will not be tolerated in this classroom. Accordingly, I have determined that you need to receive a hard spanking on your bare bottom in order to teach you the importance of finishing your assignments. Because you also lied to avoid punishment, the length of your spanking will be extended to last until blisters appear on your bottom." Joey's consternation at that announcement was clear to everyone despite his attempt at manly unconcern. Chad understood completely – being spanked until your bottom was blistered took a long time, especially if you were the person being spanked! And all spankings hurt, but blisterings hurt a lot! And the blisters continued to hurt at least through the next day, as he had found out from personal experience. His own bottom was mildly uncomfortable even now, despite the padding of his diaper.

At the front of the class, Mrs. Rose was motioning Joey over her lap. As Chad and the rest of the class watched, Joey swallowed hard a couple of times, and then turned sideways and began getting into the little-boy spanking position. As he was quite a lot taller than Chad, Joey found it easier to get on his knees first beside his teacher's legs, and then bend at the waist to place his abdomen across her lap. He allowed his arms to hang straight down the other side. His large body looked rather incongruous draped over his teacher's lap in such a submissive posture.

"Now remember," Mrs. Rose said, much as she had said to Chad the day before, "a boy being spanked in my class must remain over my lap until his spanking is completed, or receive additional spankings. Don't try to protect your bottom with your hands at any point during your spanking. You may wiggle, kick, and cry as long as your wiggling and kicking doesn't interfere with my ability to continue spanking your naughty bottom. If you fail to keep your hands and feet out of the way during your spanking, I will immediately switch to the paddle for the remainder of your punishment and I may possibly also give you an additional spanking tomorrow. Is that clear, young man?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Joey replied, looking at the floor. "I'll hold still until you're done. I'm not a baby like some people I could name. I won't pee on you, either." Without her prompting, he separated his legs and arched his butt up to make it a better target, then bit his lip and waited stoically.

Chad found this whole experience incredibly enlightening. Now he could see just what sort of spectacle he'd presented yesterday. From his position on the left side of the classroom, most of Joey's bare butt was clearly visible. He looked on with interest and anticipation as Mrs. Rose raised her hand and brought it down sharply on the boy's unprotected right butt cheek. The crack of her hand was followed by a quick tensing of Joey's muscular butt, as well as a little whoosh of air escaping his lungs, but nothing else. Unlike Chad, he didn't cry out until the tenth spank, at which point a soft grunt escaped him when he tensed his butt. His grunts got louder with the next 8 spanks.

On the 19th spank, Joey couldn't hold back any more. "Owwww!" he blurted. He bit his lip for the next few spanks, merely stiffening and grunting on each one, but on the 23rd spank gave up trying to be stoic. "Owwww, it hurts!" he gasped. The next several spanks were each accompanied by an "Owwwwww!" as well, even though it was clear he was trying to control himself.

Mrs. Rose smiled grimly, following her plan. She knew from past experience any boy could be broken, no matter how physically mature or tough he was. Little boys like Chad were easy. With the little guys she started out spanking hard, knowing that as soon as their little butts started to burn, they would be bawling like babies. With a tough-guy boy like Joey, a more subtle psychological approach was called for. She would start out with more moderate spanks, deliberately spanking less hard than normal to give them the false belief that they would be able to tough it out without crying the entire spanking. She would continue at that level for awhile, spreading her spanks out to create an uncomfortable burn all over the entire spanking area. Then, just as they'd started to convince themselves they could be little macho men and make it through without crying, she would suddenly increase the strength and tempo of her blows. The sudden change in level of pain usually caught them by surprise, just as it had with Joey. This usually caused them to cry out, and once they started crying out most found it hard to stop.

Having gotten him to the point of crying out, she knew that it was only a matter of time before she would break him. It was time for the final step. Mrs. Rose picked up both the tempo and the intensity of her spanking once more, and stopped spreading the spanks out and started striking several times in a row in exactly the same spot, then moving to another spot and repeating the process. This, she know from the reactions of boys in the past, massively increased the pain each successive blow created. Joey's will to control himself dissolved in the face of this barrage. His "Owwwws" increased in loudness and intensity until, to the amazement of the class, big, tough Joey Turpin was crying! He also, Chad noted, began thrashing back and forth as if hoping to escape the teacher's stinging hand, and his legs alternately scissored and thumped the floor.

His arms, which he'd kept still prior to this, were now in motion. As Chad had done, he began grasping the air, his fingers curling and his arms thrashing with each additional spank. Chad was fascinated by the progression of color on Joey's originally light brown butt as the spanking proceeded. At first, you could see Mrs. Rose's individual hand prints on each of his buns, but as the spanking continued his entire butt become blotched with red, and then the centers of each bun became a solid red that slowly spread to the sides and bottom.

The spanking went on an on. Joey continued to cry more and more loudly, but Mrs. Rose showed no signs of letting up. By Chad's count, Joey had already received almost 150 spanks, and Mrs. Rose was demonstrating that she can make even the biggest, toughest boy in her classroom into a small, begging, crying child. The other boys, who hadn't been spanked yet that year, looked on in dismay. If Joey was crying like that, what would they do in his place? A number revised their opinion of Chad's behavior the day before, viewing him with a bit more respect than they had.

By this point a small spatter of tears had accumulated on the floor in the vicinity of Joey's face, along with a larger puddle directly under it. Just when Joey was thinking his butt couldn't possible hurt any more, Mrs. Rose shifted her pattern once again, spanking Joey repeatedly just on the lower center of his butt, right over the boy's tightly clenched anus. This brought new protests from Joey, mixed in with his cries. He shrieked and yelped with each

Mrs. Rose paused and then went into her favorite finishing move for a hand spanking. She liked to conclude on the big boys with three super hard spanks, one to each bun, and one in the middle lower section. The latter was designed to sting all the way into the boy's crack. She delivered each by raising her hand above her head and bringing it crashing down with a loud crack like a rifle shot. Joey arched his back and shot his legs straight out behind him as the first one landed, letting out a howl similar to those Chad had made the day before. She patiently waited until his legs relaxed again, which took several seconds, then delivered the second spank to the other side of his butt. Joey howled and his legs shot out again. She waited patiently until they dropped again, then delivered her final blow, aiming right for the lower center and giving it all she had. Joey's whooping hit new levels, and he remained tensed, overcome with pain, for at least 5 seconds before collapsing limply across her lap.

Mrs. Rose let Joey lie across her for several minutes, his howling diminishing, while she vigorously massaged his pain- filled butt. By Chad's reckoning, she'd given nearly 200 spanks, more spanks than he'd gotten in yesterday's spanking and paddling combined.

Finally, Mrs. Rose decided to get on with the afternoon. She nudged Joey to his feet and looked down at the towel on her lap, checking for wetness. "Nice and dry, young man," she said, loud enough for the class to hear over Joey's now greatly diminished protests of pain. "I'm glad to see that at least one of you boys has control over his bladders. You more infantile children could learn from him." Everyone looked at Chad, some of the boys snickering.

Chad, although chagrined by her remark, was fascinated by Joey's appearance, as Mrs. Rose turned him to face the class. His eyes were all puffy and swollen. His cheeks were bright red and covered with a mixture of tears and snot, which was running freely from his nose and puddling in the sparse adolescent hairs above his upper lip. Looking lower, Chad noted that, rather than shrinking as his had, Joey's wiener had become half-hard during the spanking, and was now sticking out at an angle from his body. It had grown thicker as well, and it appeared the girls, especially Emily, were quite impressed. Actually, Chad had to admit that he was impressed as well.

Mrs. Rose let them look at the front of the recently chastised adolescent boy for several minutes before rotating him to give them a good view of his well-spanked bottom. Now Chad understood how he must have looked yesterday when placed on display. The tight, muscular adolescent butt was bright red all over and had quite a number of small blisters, especially in the lower crack and in the centers of each bun. The entire surface of Joey's bottom was now rough and bumpy looking. Despite the fact that he already controlled his crying to the point where he was only uttering an occasional hiccup, Joey was still trembling slightly, and he obviously was having to fight to keep his hands behind his head and to avoid reaching back and trying to comfort his burning bottom. He bounced up and down slightly as he tried to adjust to the continuous burn. After Mrs. Rose had allowed them a good long look at his well spanked bottom, she turned him back around to face them and began bustling around the classroom, putting things away.

Chad noticed for the first time that the gentle bouncing of Joey's body was causing the boy's half-hard wiener to bounce gently as well, while the same time his substantial ball sack swayed gently from side to side. "Is that how I looked afterward?" he whispered to Cynthia sitting next to him.

"Yeah," she whispered back. "But you cried harder, and your face was puffier. And you had snot all over you face, not just a little like Joey has. And your butt with red like that, but not as blistered in the middle the first time. Of course after you got paddled it was a more blistered than that." And," she added, almost as an afterthought, "of course, your little wiener and boy bag are much smaller so they didn't stick out like that -- we could hardly see your bag afterwards, and your wiener was just a little circle with a slit in it." She paused. "I've been wanting to ask you – how do you pee with it that way? Isn't it hard to hold onto?"

"It's not always that small," he hissed, his pride hurt. Too late, he realized that she already knew that – after all, Emily had made him hard twice that day with her lotioning of his privates. Her grin at his lame reply showed she had been teasing him. He should have realized that everyone in the classroom was thoroughly aware of how his little penis looked both hard and soft.

"Don't look so unhappy," she consoled him. "Joey's stuff may be much bigger, but I still like yours better. It's so much cuter! And he's got all that hair on him! I think boys look better nice and smooth, like you! Besides, he's got hair around his doo-doo hole! Think how gross that would be! I bet that makes it hard to wipe when he goes poo! I mean, all you boys' doo-doo holes are gross, all wrinkly and puckered up like that, but at least yours is neat and clean looking."

Chad was somewhat gratified to hear that Cynthia found his genitals cute, if smallish. It was even nice to know that she thought his poo hole was 'neat and clean looking' even if she did think it was wrinkly and gross. He let himself fantasize for a moment what it would have been like if he'd drawn her name out of the box instead of Emily's. It might be fun to have Cynthia cleaning him up and rubbing lotion all over his privates! Maybe he'd be lucky and draw her name tomorrow.

Joey, meanwhile, was completely done with crying and was now standing glaring at all the children in humiliation, as if he blamed them that he had been forced to cry in front of them. As Chad had done the day before, he tentatively raised his hand. "Yes, Joey," Mrs. Rose responded.

"I'm done crying from my spanking now. May I go to the corner?"

Mrs. Rose got up and took some tissues from the box on her desk. As she had done with Chad, she wiped the boy's face and the spots he'd gotten on his abdomen, finishing by swiping off the boy's half-hard penis. "Don't forget your apology to the class for having to watch you get spanked and for having to look at your disgusting bottom and boy parts," she admonished.

Joey sighed, then looked at a space over everyone's head. "I'm sorry you had to watch me get spanked, and that you had to look at my disgusting hairy butt and butt hole and my hairy dick and balls," he said. Mrs. Rose frowned at the terms he used, but considered the current ruined state of the boy's butt and the tired state of her hand and arm and decided to let it slide. Joey was dismissed to the corner, where he sat gingerly, raised his feet to the required rung, and then stared resolutely at the wall, shifting uncomfortably from side to side trying to find a part of his butt to sit on that didn't hurt quite so much.

Shortly after Joey had settled himself uncomfortably in the corner, Chad became aware that he was going to have to pee his diaper again. There was still an hour and a half of school, so there was no way he could hold it. He would just have to go ahead and go, even if that meant Emily got her hands on him again. He was going to have to stop drinking things at lunchtime, he thought to himself. He shifted uncomfortably, drawing Cynthia's attention. "Does your butt still hurt from getting spanked?" She asked. "Or do you have to pee again?"

"I have to pee," Chad whispered back.

"Spread your legs, so I can see," she whispered. "I want to watch while you do it."

For reasons he couldn't quite understand. Chad found the idea of this girl watching him pee his diaper strangely erotic. "OK," he whispered. "I'm going to go now." He spread his legs wide, so the girl had a clear view of the front of his diaper. Leaning back a bit, he relaxed, letting the full contents of his bladder surge out of him. Wet warmth immediately surrounded his genitals and spread down to the cheeks of his butt.

Cynthia looked on with excited, dancing eyes. "You did it, didn't you?" Cynthia said excitedly. "I saw you tightening your stomach muscles at the end, and each time you did that the front of your diaper jumped! Was that your wiener that made it jump? Is it hard? I think the front of your diaper got thicker, too." Chad didn't answer her questions about his privates and what they did when he peed, he simply rose and walked around to the front of the classroom, putting both of his front feet up to the tape and raising his hand, as he had been instructed.

Immediately, Mrs. Rose said, "Oh dear. I'm afraid young Chad has wet himself again, and will need to be changed. Or did you make a poo in your diaper instead?"

"No, ma'am," Chad said glumly. Now that the excitement of peeing his diaper in front of the Cynthia had gone, he faced the prospect of Emily manhandling him. "I peed my diaper," he said as instructed. "May I please be changed?"

Mrs. Rose looked to the corner were Joey was still shifting uncomfortably on his bare, well-spanked butt. "I'm afraid young Mr. Turpin is still tending to his own sore bottom, and won't be able to help clean up yours. Would you please pick another one of your classmates to help change your diaper?"

"Does it have to be another boy?" Chad asked. "Well, usually we have a boy and a girl do it," Mrs. Rose replied, "but since you've been so obedient today in helping with the anatomy lesson, I'll let you choose anyone you want for the rest of the day."

Chad looked around the room, locking eyes with Cynthia. He didn't hesitate. "Cynthia, would you please come up and help change my diaper?" He asked shyly. Cynthia practically bolted to the front of the room, and helped Emily set up the diaper cart. Chad climbed on, obligingly placing his arms in position to be strapped down and lifting each of his legs of the girls could strap them down too. Emily, who already had gloves on, immediately pulled the tapes on the front of his diaper, trying to maximize his humiliation as much as possible by exposing his privates as quickly as she could. Chad realized that his byplay with Cynthia had given him a raging boner, so that his small penis stood at full attention as soon as the diaper was removed.

Cynthia looked at Chad's penis the way a dog looks at a Snausage. She immediately said to Emily, "Since you've already done the diaper removal, you do the clean up, and I'll do the lotion and put on his new diaper." Emily's scowl showed that she realized she'd been outmaneuvered by the rival girl. She was going to miss out on her favorite part, tormenting Chad with lotion! Angrily, she decided she would make him pay. She dropped the diaper in the trash can and ripped some baby wipes out of the container. Gripping the boy's penis in her gloved hand, she squeezed it hard and pulled upward on it, lifting Chad's butt higher in the air. Chad bit his lower lip to keep from giving her the pleasure of knowing how much the base of his wiener hurt as she did this. She scrubbed the surface of his still slightly sore butt as if she was trying to start a fire on it, working it over vigorously until its entire surface was pinker than before. Then she grabbed another wipe and went to work on the boy's balls, grinding each one into his pelvis

repeatedly, this time causing howls of protest from Chad.
"Stop! Stop! That hurts!" Chad cried out. His little
balls ached, and he was getting a sharp pain in the base of

his penis. It wondered if it was possible for Emily to actually rip his penis out of his body.

"Mr. Henson, I believe I told you that you are not to speak unless instructed," Mrs. Rose said with disapproval. "I should spank your bare bottom right now! But in this case, I'm willing to be lenient, because I realize you boys are sensitive when it comes to your little testes and penises. Emily, I think you've washed this little boy's scrotum enough. And relax your grip a bit with your other hand – you're just holding his little penis out of the way, not testing it for tensile strength. You know, it's possible to be too enthusiastic, dear," Mrs. Rose said.

Reluctantly, Emily stopped torturing his balls and released his penis, making a few swipes over it with the wipes and, as soon as Mrs. Rose glanced at the class a moment, yanking it hard a couple of times. It isn't fair, she thought to herself. This might be the last chance she'd get in a while to tease stupid Chad's stupid little dick. Tomorrow they'd pick someone else! But she didn't want to push her luck and earn any more disapproval from Mrs. Rose, so, reluctantly, she gathered her used baby wipes and took them to the trash.

To Chad's surprise, her rough treatment of his genitals had just made his little penis harder. The mushroom head had swollen to bigger than he had ever seen it. Cynthia, finally having gotten her gloves on, now took over. She gently rubbed the soothing lotion over his butt, spending some time making little circles on his wrinkled anus that made his wiener jump, surreptitiously slipping a fingertip in the orifice briefly during one pass. She then very gently rubbed lotion into his still aching balls, working her way up the base of his penis to the head.

Putting more lotion on her hands, she wrapped the small hand around the boy's penis, circling her index finger and thumb around just under the head just the way he liked to do himself. Chad wondered idly how she knew to do that. Squeezing just the right amount, she gave him two rapid strokes with circled thumb and forefinger, and that was enough. Squeezing his butt as much as he could with his legs tied beside its head, Chad lost control and contracted his pelvic muscles rhythmically, grunting as his little penis jumped several times. He thrust his small hips as far as he could, which wasn't far, and his little anal sphincter winked convulsively several times at the class. He held the last contraction, shuddered, and then started breathing again. As the waves of pleasure passed, Chad began to think clearly again. He suddenly realized that Cynthia had just made him cum in front of the entire class. He wondered idly if either of them would be in trouble because of it, but his usual post-orgasm feeling of well-being had settled over him. He couldn't, for the moment, get himself worked up enough to care.

Meanwhile, a girl in the front of the class asked, "Mrs. Rose, did Chad just have a seizure or something?"

"No," Mrs. Rose said patiently. "Chad just got too excited and did what boys do when their penises are over-stimulated. He had what is called an orgasm. Boys and men have orgasms when they're sexually stimulated, in order to ejaculate semen into their partners so that the sperm cells in the semen can join with egg cells in the partner to create new babies. If Chad wasn't so immature," she went on, "he undoubtedly would have ejaculated semen as well. Had that been the case, you would have seen him squirt liquid out of his penis, probably hitting himself in the face given his current position." She smiled as the class laughed at the image of Chad shooting himself in the face with liquid from his penis. When the laughter settled down, she continued. "Many of you boys do produce semen, I'm sure, but Chad is obviously too underdeveloped for that to happen yet, so he had what is called a dry orgasm."

Having finished her lesson on ejaculation and male orgasms, she looked at Cynthia. "We don't like to make a practice of stimulating boys to orgasm during diapering, because diapering is supposed to be a punishment, and boy find orgasms highly pleasurable," she said sternly.

"Cynthia looked contrite. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Rose," she pleaded immediately. "I was just trying to make sure I got lotion on him everywhere! I didn't mean to make him orgasm." Chad was fairly sure that was a bald-faced lie, but he wasn't going to contest the point. "At least he's too young to make a mess," she added helpfully.

"It's all right this one time," said Mrs. Rose to Cynthia. "It's probably not completely your fault, anyway. Boys with immature genitals like Chad often are hair-triggered, so that it takes very little stimulation set them off. Chad's penis is so small and immature that it probably doesn't take much at all. He's not the first little boy to lose control of himself in my class, you know. Why, a few years ago I had a little boy not much bigger than Chad over my lap, giving him a good bare bottomed spanking, and he actually orgasmed right in the middle of the spanking! Of course, it's possible that other boys have orgasmed before while being spanked and I just didn't notice. You've seen the way little boys flail about and contract their bottoms while being spanked bare bottomed! But in this case, his genitals were much bigger and more mature than Chad's, so when he orgasmed he ejaculated semen. I realized what he had done when he stood up afterward and his mess was on my towel! Can you imagine the nerve of a boy to have an orgasm on his teacher while being spanked?"

"What did you do about it?" Emily asked from the front row, her eyes shining. "Did you paddle him?"

Mrs. Rose paused, reflecting on the memory. She remembered the day clearly. She'd had the nurse bring the diaper cart and she'd cleaned the humiliated boy up, being as rough with his genitals as possible during the process. After that, she had decided to make him an example to the other boys, and had left him tied to the diaper cart while she'd retrieved her wooden spanking ruler. She remembered her excitement at the boy's eyes becoming big as she showed him the ruler and pronounced that he needed to be punished on the parts that had behaved offensively. And when he'd protested loudly, she'd taken his underpants out of the clothing box and crammed them in his mouth to muffle his squeals. He'd wiggled and squirmed while she took his flaccid penis and laid it up on his stomach and took aim at the twisted knot of skin just under the pee slit. Then, oh how he'd shrieked, even through the underpants gag, when she'd landed three quick blows on his boy parts, the first on the limp little penis, and then one on each side of the bulging little scrotum.

Of course, there'd been trouble over that. The boy's penis had developed edema and his testes had swollen to adult size afterward. In fact, she'd almost been suspended for failure to use a board-approved genital punishment device, and for failure to get approval from the principal and from the parents before administering a genital punishment. The board had firmly pointed out to her that she was extremely lucky. A wooden ruler might have permanently damaged the delicate spongy tissues of the boy's penis, and she might easily have struck the boy's testes hard enough to cause permanent damage as well. As a direct consequence, the board had purchased special genital punishment equipment. The equipment had not been used since its purchase, but she and most of the other teachers been trained to use it, and she was looking forward to the day she could go to the principal and fill out the genital punishment request on some hapless male miscreant, make a quick parental phone call, and then put her training to use! That would make these boys toe the line! She remembered with pleasure how all the boys in her class had walked on eggshells the rest of that year, obeying every command!

Mrs. Rose realized she'd been staring into space for a moment, and the whole class was waiting for her answer. "Oh, he was a very sorry little boy when I was finished with him!" Mrs. Rose said. "Let's just say I punished the part of him that had made the mess. You better believe he never had an orgasm on me after that!"

"You mean you can punish boys on their privates?" Emily asked, breathing harder with excitement. "Really?"

"Yes indeed," Mrs. Rose said with satisfaction. "So you boys had better watch your steps." Around the classroom, boys' hands unconsciously cupped their crotches, and all vowed not to get even a little bit excited while being spanked by Mrs. Rose.

"Anyway, you girls sometimes can't help it if a boy like Chad gets over excited when you touch him. Even the immature ones with little boy genitals, like Chad, sometimes just go off on you. But just to be sure, Cynthia, I'm not going to put your name in the box tomorrow when I pick Chad's diaper attendants. You can consider that your punishment for giving him pleasure when he was supposed to be punished." Cynthia smiled gratefully, and swiftly diapered Chad again. Chad was relieved that he wasn't going to be punished for losing control, but red faced that everyone in class had seen him orgasm. Worse yet, they all had seen with their own eyes that he was still a dry cummer! Now he really had no secrets from anyone!

As he walked back to his seat, he had to endure the jibes of the children he passed. "Great Show, Henson." One of the boys said. "I didn't think a dinky dick like you could cum!"

"I hope you do that the next time you're diapered" another girl whispered. "I love the way you squeeze your little butt and grunt."

The girl across from his chair also chimed in. "I like the way his butt hole winks at us when he cums. It looks like a dirty little eye!" Chad seated himself and tried to bury himself in his books. The tip of his wiener still tangled from Cynthia's touch, and he longed to have her touch it again.