Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 1

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 1
by Chadlad

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Chapter 1: Jeopardy

No matter how you looked at it, Chad Henson could not have been described as anything but the most miserable he had ever been. How could he be anything but miserable, when he was standing in front of the classroom with his nose pressed against a circle on the blackboard, and in just moments he was about to receive the most humiliating, embarrassing and painful punishment he had ever received in his young life. He was going to get spanked! In front of a whole class! And not just one spanking either, he was gonna get 2! He was gonna get spanked this morning in just his underpants, and then this afternoon he was going to get paddled in his underpants! On the same day!

As he thought about the upcoming punishment, it was hard to keep from crying. He kept sniffling back the tears. No one in his class had ever been spanked on their underpants before, let alone paddled in them! That was not to say that spankings and even paddlings did not occur. Chad's school adhered to the strong belief that some boys were inherently aggressive and rebellious, and for these boys spankings and even occasional paddlings were the best way to drive that aggression and rebelliousness out of them. The school had been founded by a group of women who shared the philosophy that most boys needed a strong hand. Teachers, all of whom were women, were instructed to spank whenever they felt it was appropriate. For more serious cases, paddling, underpants spanking, underpants paddling, and even bare butt spanking and paddling were available, and all the boys knew and feared it.

Of course, that doesn't mean they were all spanked. Girls were never spanked, and some boys in Chad's class, including Chad himself, hadn't ever been spanked either. Others had received more than one spanking. Jimmy Chen, in fact, had received at least one spanking a year since kindergarten, and last year, in the 6th grade, he had been publicly spanked in January and paddled in April, becoming the first boy to get paddled in Chad's grade.

It was only boys who were spanked or paddled. The women in administration were convinced that girls were too delicate for such a physical punishment, besides not being nearly as aggressive or rebellious in nature anyway. So girls could be given detention, miss recess, or be sent to stand in the corner, but only boys were spanked and paddled publicly.

Chad was struck with renewed fear just thinking about the spankings he'd witnessed. All the boys that he'd seen get spanked before had begun crying almost immediately. And they had continued to cry long after their spankings had been concluded, and they had been forced to stand in front of the class with their humiliation on full display. And Jimmy Chen had bawled his eyes out when he got paddled! Chad still remember Jimmy, legs flailing as he lay across the teacher's lap and her ping-pong paddle descended over and over on his rounded butt with a resounding crack each time it landed. Jimmy had begged and pleaded to start with, but finally settled down to just crying at the top of his lungs. And then after his spanking ended, he remembered Jimmy hopping from one foot to the other in front of the class, gripping his painfully sore butt as the snot dripped down his chin and onto his shirt, while the tears did the same thing down either side of his face. Jimmy had hopped and rubbed his butt for at least 15 minutes before his crying gradually quieted down and he was allowed to take his seat on a hard chair facing the corner of the classroom for the rest of the day. Oh how Jimmy had flinched as he carefully sat down in the hard chair, and you can see him biting his lower lip, trying not to burst out crying again. For the rest of the day Jimmy sat there shifting positions uncomfortably, occasionally reaching under his pants and cupping his obviously sore butt cheeks.

When Jimmy had begged to be taken to the bathroom, Chad was the one who had been appointed to accompany him. They had walked in silence to the boys' room down the hall, and Chad had waited while Jimmy had rapidly unbuckled and unzipped his pants, not even bothering to step up close to the urinal in the process. Jimmy hadn't been kidding about needing to go, pee poured out of his wiener in a hard stream, and splashed against the back wall. Jimmy let out an audible sigh as the stream gradually arced down, flicking the still hard and upward pointing bit of boy flesh a couple of times to shake the last drops off of it. Then without any embarrassment at all, he gingerly lowered his pants and underpants right in front of Chad, turning to view his own bottom in the mirror. His plump little sausage of a wiener and equally plump sack faced Chad as he examined himself, and Chad's attention was drawn to them immediately. Chad had immediately estimated their size to compare to his own equipment, amazed at how much larger this small boy's genitals were than his own. Jimmy even had a few soft, downy hairs, in contrast with Chad's own smooth hairlessness. Afraid to be caught studying the other boy's genitals, Chad shifted his gaze to the boy's butt in the mirror. He was amazed at the effect their 6th -grade teacher's paddle had had on Jimmy. The entire surface of the boy's now bared butt was varying degrees of red. This was especially true of the centers of each bun, both of which were an angry dark red with small visible blisters in the middle.

Chad ventured the courage to ask Jimmy if it hurt. Jimmy obligingly turned his butt full on to Chad for his inspection, and asked how it looked. Chad replied that it looked really sore, and that was red all the way into the crack. Shocking Chad, Jimmy, with no modesty at all, bent completely over, so the cheeks of his bottom spread apart. Looking at Chad back between his legs, Jimmy asked if it looked like the paddle had struck his poo hole, commenting that it had sure felt like it. Looking closely, Chad replied that it had not. The paddle marks, and in fact stopped about half an inch short of the deepest part of Jimmy's crack, so his poo hole appeared to be completely unmarked.

Although he could see at a glance that Jimmy's concern was unwarranted, he continued to study the other boy's nether regions carefully. This was the first-time Chad could remember that he had ever seen anyone's poo hole except his own in a mirror, and he found it fascinating. He had wondered if it might be rather nasty to look at because of its function, but he was surprised to see that Jimmy's poo hole was spotless. The tightly pursed muscle was slightly browner than the rest of Jimmy's unspanked crack, and as he watched it appeared to be constantly in motion, tightening and loosening like it was trying to wink at him. Chad remembered his own orifice from when he'd looked at it in the bathroom mirror – it had been more of a pinkish brown, but it had been just as wrinkled as Jimmy's tightly pursed hole, and just as mobile. Chad also couldn't help but notice that the other boy's, firm, tight, plump nut sack was now bulging between his legs. Under it, it could still see the tip of his Jimmy's plump little soft penis bobbing with his movements. "Your bottom must really hurt" Chad had said with feeling. "Can I touch it?" he had added hesitantly. "You know, just to see what it feels like." When Jimmy had nodded he'd traced the fingertips of both his hands over the flushed, hot, bumpy surface. He felt a tingling in his groin and knew he was getting a boner. He suddenly wished he could reach between Jimmy's legs and gently caress the plump sack, and then feel the dangling penis that was so much plumper than his own. Steps in the hallway had ended Chad's thoughts of intimate inspection of the other boy, who with a wince tugged his pants back up over his painfully sore bottom and buttoned them, after which they'd returned to the classroom.

Chad's mind jumped back to the present. The blackboard felt cold against his nose, and his arms, positioned in the air with his hands clasped behind his head, were growing tired in that position. He was far too acutely aware of his little bottom, which was facing the class in this position, and probably the object of many pupils' attention. Chad himself was a very small boy for a lad of almost 13, with light brown hair, brown eyes, and a slight build. He barely tipped the scale at 80 pounds soaking wet. At his most recent physical, the doctor had shown his mother a big chart showing normal sizes for boys, and had said that Chad was in the bottom 10%, which meant he was in the normal range, but very small for his age and likely to enter puberty late as well. Anyone else would agree with just a casual glance. His legs and arms were a bit thin and gangly, and his head a bit too large for his body. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him anywhere. His face was round and his smile normally quick, but he wasn't smiling now.

The object of student attention and soon to be the object of the attention of Mrs. Rose's strong right hand was his little boy butt, which was nicely rounded and jutted out smoothly from the small of his back. It was the kind of round, firm little butt that would do any small boy proud. Indeed, when he was a little boy adults who had bathed him or helped him change his clothes had often commented on his "cute little butt." Of course, he wasn't a young boy any more, and he had yet to acquire the more muscular adolescent form of many of his peers.

In fact, at this point in his life there were few parts of his body that he was happy with. He was tired of being one of the smallest boys in class. He was especially unhappy with his genitals, which were not impressive at all, and barely created a bulge in the front of his pants. His penis was smallish, and being circumcised made it look even smaller. The slender shaft was short and topped by a more prominent little head that looked like a helmet. It had a very slight upward curve when hard, but often shrank to the size of a button when soft. At least it didn't have any odd bends in it to make it look crooked, Chad had often thought. He'd had once had a little boy of about four come running into the bathroom when he'd been at the beach, and whip his trunks down to stand at the trough next to where Chad himself was just finishing peeing. As the boy had pulled down his trunks little boy style to pee, his hard penis had sprung to a straight-out position, and Chad couldn't help but notice that it curved sharply to the left, and had a mild twist in it as well. (He'd also noticed it was bigger than his own, but he tried not to dwell on that.) He was grateful that he his at least didn't look funny. He wished it was bigger, though, like those of the other boys his age that he'd seen when he'd snatched a quick peek at the urinals or while changing with them in the swimming pool changing room. He also was not terribly pleased with the size of his nut sack, which was barely bigger than that of his baby cousin, who he'd seen his aunt changing just last week. When he was cold, such as just getting out of the shower, it could shrink down to the size of a ping-pong ball, although it did droop nicely away from his body when it was warmer, and that at least made it look bigger. In one respect, though, he was grateful for the small size of his genitals at the moment. He was going to have to strip to his underpants to be spanked, but at least his wiener and balls might not be that noticeable when he did.

Thinking about the upcoming spanking, he involuntarily squeezed his buns together and heard stifled giggles that confirmed that indeed, some of the students, apparently girls, were watching him, or more specifically, his butt, closely. Their reaction unfortunately caused him to squeeze his butt together once again, causing even more giggles. The reality of his situation flooded through him again. He was up there waiting for the start of his spanking! They were all going to watch him! And it was gonna hurt!

They would probably all be laughing and giggling as he was forced to get undressed in front of them, face them in just his underwear, and listen as the teacher described the misbehavior that had led to his receiving punishment. The teacher always prepared them for their spankings and made them face the class as she described their actions. In the past this had meant that the boys had to take off their shoes and stockings, and pull up their pants so that they outlined the boys' butts tightly.

Years back when Chad had first entered kindergarten and Sam Huber had received the first spanking of the year, the teacher had announced that the removal of shoes and socks was a necessary part of the punishment for two reasons. First, it differentiated the person being spanked from the rest of the class. A boy being punished remained shoeless until his punishment was completely finished, a shoeless boy could not leave the classroom for recess or for lunch. He was allowed to use the bathroom shoeless, but anyone seeing him walking would know from his barefoot state that he had been publicly spanked. Second, if the boy being spanked began kicking too wildly he couldn't do too much damage with bare feet.

Chad reasoned that if boys being spanked shoeless had to remove their shoes first, a boy being spanked in only his underwear would also have to remove his shirt and pants first. And the teacher had been very specific that morning about the punishments he would receive. He remembered her words clearly. "Because of your exceptional disobedience and the very aggressive nature of your misbehavior, you will receive two punishments today. First, you will be given a long, hard spanking this morning in front your classmates as well as the third grade classmates of the injured student. You will receive that spanking wearing only your underpants. Following that, this afternoon you will receive a second punishment. This one will be a paddling, also with you wearing only your underpants. You should be ashamed of yourself! If I remember correctly, you'll be the first boy in your class to be underpants spanked, and also the first to be underpants paddled! And don't think I'll go easier on you when I paddle you just because you've already been spanked in the morning. I'll give you just as long and hard a paddling as if you were getting it for the first time today! Now go stand in the front with your hands behind your head and your nose against the board while we prepare for your punishment!"

Almost in tears, Chad had walked numbly to the board and assumed the position. The thought of having to stand beside the teacher seated in her hard wooden punishment chair in just his tight white briefs, almost made him shake with fear. He couldn't do it, he just couldn't! Everybody in class would see the outline of his small boy package, and the outline of his buns in his white underpants. It would be the most embarrassing thing in the world! Chad was acutely aware that his boy parts weren't all that impressive – his little wiener was only about 2 inches long erect, and when flaccid it sometimes almost disappeared. They'd all see how small it was when he took off his pants! But on the other hand, if his genitals were bigger, they'd bulge out where everyone could see them. That would be bad, too! He couldn't decide which would be more embarrassing, having genitals so big that they were obvious to everyone, or having genitals so small that the fact you couldn't really see them was obvious to everyone. Better to be small, like I am, he finally decided.

Having pictured himself standing almost naked in front of the class, he couldn't stop himself from following the image to the next step, where he would go over Mrs. Rose's knees with his head down, and his butt directly under her powerful right arm, and lie there while she repeatedly smacked his bottom! Chad had never been spanked in school before, but he'd seen the other boys get their butts whacked and knew that all of them, even the tough kids like Sam Huber, cried like babies. And they had all gotten it on their pants! He was going to get a spanking and a paddling, both in the same day! And on his underpants! Chad trembled in his place against the wall. He wanted it to be over, yet he didn't want to get spanked yet. He wished the time would go faster, yet he knew he would be over his teacher's knees much too soon. Mainly, he just didn't want to be here!