Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 22

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 22
by Chadlad

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Chapter 22: Efram's spanking

"Okay, now that it's all settled, let me talk you through the next scene," Zoey said. "I liked the way you took him by his dickie – that was a nice piece of improvisation. We'll pick up where you grab his dickie, but this time get his nuts, too. Circle them with your fingers, like this." She demonstrated on the blushing Efram, circling the thumb and forefinger of her left hand around the boy's genitals, forcing his small testes away from his body so they made a bulge in his patch of scrotum and were trapped against his rubbery little penis. Efram bit his lower lip, obviously uncomfortable. "You try it, Chet" she said to Chad.

Chad reached out and tentatively circled the younger boy's privates. He found that he was able to isolate the boy's balls from his body and slip his fingers behind them. But when it came to trapping them against the boy's wiener he found the task difficult. The first two times he tried, the hard little orbs slipped through his fingers and settled back against the pad of fat on the boy's groin. Efram winced and shifted his feet each time that happened, complaining the second time, "Owww! Don't be so rough!"

"Hush," Zoey said. "He's hardly squeezing you. Remember, you could be getting a lot worse punishment." On his third try, Chad was able to trap the elusive little lumps, but only if he squeezed fairly hard. Efram winced and bit his lower lip, but didn't cry out.

"Don't squeeze any harder than you have to," Zoey cautioned. "Save that for later, if he gets too wild when he's over your lap. Now as the scene starts, you grab his dickie and nuts and tell him to get over your knees and hold still. Once you've got him down, say something about making sure he's clean before you start, then separate his butt good and wide so Mom can pan in on his asshole. Don't worry, he's clean. My aunt made him take a bath and washed his butt and dickie herself just before he came over. Good thing she did – otherwise who knows what you'd have found in there. You'll hold his butt apart for a minute, and then when I cue you, you'll tell him that he's just lucky his butt isn't dirty or he'd get more. Then let go of his butt and we'll stop there for a camera shift before you start the actual spanking," Zoey said in the breathless rush that Chad was now getting accustomed to. "Remember, grab him by his dickie and balls, warn him he'd better hold still if he doesn't want you to squeeze harder, take him over your lap, spread his butt and check it, tell him he's lucky he's clean, and then we stop to set up the next part. Efram, just try to act a boy who's about to get a major spanking. Oh, right – you don't have to act, do you!"

Before she could continue, the taciturn Efram spoke up.

"Gotta pee," he said with a hint of urgency in his voice.

"Now?" Zoey said, with the harder tone she seemed to adopt when she spoke to her cousin. "Can't it wait until after your spanking?"

"Gotta pee now," Efram said.

"Oh, all right. Joey, go with him to the bathroom. Take Chad with you, in case he suddenly gets cold feet and tries something stupid like trying to get away even though he's butt naked."

Joey rose to his feet and beckoned the other two boys, who followed him out of the room and back down the hall to the bathroom, Efram dancing with urgency and Chad plodding behind. Chad was struck by how impossibly white the little boy's wide bottom was. He wondered how red it would get after being spanked. He also was amazed at the way it jiggled and shook back and forth with each of the boy's steps. His plump little butt cheeks looked like they were having a shoving match as the boy walked. It was the first chance Chad had had to examine the butt of the boy he was supposed to spank, and he was mildly surprised at how large it was compared to Efram's height and age. It was certainly wider than his own butt, and wider than Tommy's or Jesse's, too. If Mrs. Rose was right when she said that the bigger the butt, the longer and harder the spanking had to be, he was going to have to spank this kid big time! On the other hand, Chad had to admit that stealing large amounts of money from your mother was bad, and doing it over and over again despite being spanked was really stupid. The kid probably did have a big spanking coming, anyway. He might as well be the one to give it to him.

The three boys stopped at the toilet, and Efram leaned against it with his legs, thrust out his hips, and let loose his stream without touching himself at all. He must have been well-practiced at doing it this way, though, because he hit his target right in the center immediately. The boy peed powerfully as only little boys can until he finished, and then instead of touching himself merely shook his hips from side to side a couple of times and turned away. Joey spotted a drip on the end of the boy's barely visible penis and stopped him. He handed Chad a wad of toilet paper. "Better wipe him off," he said. "Or that's going to end up on your hand."

Chad took the wad of paper and gingerly dabbed at the little boy's genitals. Efram merely stood there stoically until he was done and had tossed the paper into the toilet. Chad ventured a question to Joey. "Are you okay with this? I mean, he's your cousin. Are you okay with me spanking him?" he asked.

Joey reached over and flushed the toilet, considering. "Yeah," he finally said. "They were going to make me spank him, anyway, so they could make their friggin' tape. This way I'm not the bad guy." He turned to Efram. "Not that I wouldn't have done it, doofus. I mean, I'm don't care if you steal from your mother or not, but you deserve to have you butt beaten for being so stupid about it! You know you're too fat, but you go out and buy candy anyway, and then you head for the video arcade, which is only the very first place they'll come looking for you! Could you be any more stupid? You ought to be thankful I'm not the one beating your butt – I'd probably not have been able to stop. Remember the last time I had to spank you?"

Efram hung his head, obviously stung by Joey's harsh words. After a moment, Joey said, "Hey, if you're going to do this stuff, don't be a dick and get yourself caught, that's all I'm saying. If you're so stupid you get caught, you deserve whatever they do to you. Now if you've finished, Zo's probably getting impatient." They walked in silence back to the back room, Efram dragging his feet and looking glummer than ever.

Zoey did indeed look like she was getting impatient. She tapped her foot while Chad seated himself back on the couch, and she arranged Efram in the proper position beside Chad. She ran through the events again. "Remember," she said earnestly, "You grab his dickie, you tell him to hold still, you bend him over, you spread his butt to check for dirt, and then you tell him he's lucky he wasn't dirty." Chad nodded, Mrs. Turpin aimed the camera, and Zoey said, "Action!"

"You're going to get a major spanking, young man," Chad said to Efram, trying to look paternal. He reached over with his left hand and circled the boy's privates, squeezing just enough to make Efram wince, a detail Mrs. Turpin carefully recorded by zooming in on the boy's face, then on Chad's grip on his genitals. Chad pulled them with his left hand, and pushed on the boy's back with his right, saying at the same time, "Get over my knees right now, young man. And hold still or I'll squeeze your boy stuff harder!" Efram quickly settled over Chad's lap, his plump butt on Chad's right side, under Chad's spanking hand. Chad adjusted the boy as he settled into position so that his genitals were centered on Chad's lap, and thus he could maintain his hold on the boy's privates by threading his arm between his own two legs. Efram cradled his face was in his arms on one side, and settled his legs onto the couch on the other, so that his body was bent, his fat little butt making a peak in the middle.

"I'd better check to make sure you're clean – I wouldn't want any of your poo on me," Chad said, reaching to spread the boy's butt apart with his right hand. He pulled the boy's chubby left bun toward him, separating his crack. Mrs. Turpin zoomed in on the target. Chad leaned forward, rather eager to see the younger boy's poo hole himself. There was something very cool about seeing a boy's most private place when he didn't want you to, he thought. No wonder the other kids kept looking at his when he was being punished.

Chad was somewhat surprised to see that the boy's little anus was red rather than the pink and brown or completely brown holes he'd seen on Joey, Tommy, and himself in the mirror. Looking closer, he realized it was irritated and appeared to be sore. He wondered if the irritation was from lack of cleanliness in the past on Efram's part, or from over-vigorous scrubbing by Efram's mother. He guessed it didn't really matter to him. After lying obediently still for several seconds, Efram tried to contract his buns, and close himself, but couldn't overcome Chad's grip and succeeded only in making his butt hole squeeze into a smaller circle and then relax again several times.

"Spread your legs more," Chad ordered. "And keep your butt relaxed. Stop trying to hide yourself from inspection."

"Don't like you looking at my butt hole," Efram protested, slightly muffled by his arms. "Should be private."

"What do you care?" Chad asked. "Your own Mom sees it all the time when she washes it."

"Mom's different," The boy said stoically. "Don't like you seeing it."

"I don't care whether you like it or not," Chad responded automatically. "I've got to make sure you're clean before I spank you. And boys who earn big spankings don't get any privacy!" He pulled the boy's butt more widely apart, stretching the skin joining the two halves until Efram tensed with discomfort. He could see the fingers of his left hand encircling the boy's scrotum tightly between the boy's spread legs. He found the sight of the grip he had on the boy's vulnerable parts somewhat exciting. He could just grind this boy's little nuts together any time he wanted, and the little dude wouldn't be able to do anything but just lie there and take it! Of course, he wouldn't do such a thing unless the boy deserved it. That would be just plain mean, and Chad wasn't mean. But if the boy disobeyed him and refused to hold still, that would be another matter. He liked the power it gave him knowing he could do it.

"Lucky for you that your butt is clean," he finally said. "Or I'd double your spanking!" He leaned back and let go of the boy's butt cheek, fascinated by how it snapped back into place and jiggled briefly.

"Cut!" Zoey said. "That was good – very realistic. Vlad, great dialogue – you're a natural. Nice remark about not wanting him to look at your butthole, Efram – I don't know how you think of these things!"

"Not thinking of things," Efram protested through the cradle of his arms. "Just don't like people looking at my butt hole, especially faggy little queers."

"What did you call me?" Chad asked.

"Nothin'," Efram muttered into the couch.

"You did too – you called me a faggy little queer! I heard you!" Chad sputtered, outraged.

"Just slipped out – didn't mean it," Efram protested.

"Yes you did, or you wouldn't have said it." Chad said, his anger rising.

"Turn the camera on, Mom, and catch this," Zoey said quietly on the sidelines. "I can use it."

Chad continued to get hotter under the collar. "You need to have more respect for me, you little brat," he said, his voice rising. "I've got you by the balls, so you're in no position to get smart with me."

"Just spank me and get it over with," Efram said in a flat voice.

"You want to get your spanking over with?" Chad said, his voice becoming higher pitched with anger. "You listen to me, you little brat! I'll spank you when I'm good and ready, and it won't be over with until I say it's over with. And once I start, I'm going to blister your little butt, and you'd better hold still because I've got you by the balls. If you try to get away or protect your fat little butt I'll squeeze you baby balls good and hard! Now get ready for a good, hard spanking, young man!"

Chad raised his right hand and brought it down with all his force on the center of the little boy's right buttock with a sharp smacking sound. Efram didn't make any effort to be tough or manly or any of the other things Chad and the older boys tried to do when he got spanked. Instead, he immediately let out a squeal and burst into high-pitched, girlish sobs. Chad struck the other side of the boy's butt, trying to hit just as hard, and was rewarded with another squeal and louder sobbing. I'll teach this little brat not to call me names, he thought to himself, raining blow after blow onto the boy's unprotected, rapidly reddening butt. Faced with the dilemma of where on the boy's wide expanse of flesh to spank next, Chad finally settled on merely trying to make the boy's entire butt glow a uniform red color. Initially he did this by striking anywhere that was still lily white, but as the spanking went on he had to aim for places that were pink rather than bright red. The net result was that Chad managed to spread Efram's spanking out over his entire butt. He didn't slow down until he was aware that his hand was actually becoming quite sore from all the spanking he'd been doing. By this time, Efram was bawling at full volume, kicking his pudgy little legs wildly, drumming his toes into the couch, and clutching the cushion of the couch against his chest while his head twisted from side to side, tears scattering in every direction as he twisted. His plump, bright red butt rocked back and forth as much as he could with Chad holding his genitals tightly, and he periodically clenched his butt tightly as if by squeezing it he could squeeze out all of the pain. Chad stopped spanking the boy and gazed at the red bottom, as Efram continued his bawling and writhing. He gently touched his fingers to the rough, glowing surface. Gee, he thought to himself, did I do that? I should have brought skewers – I could roast marshmallows over this kid's butt!

"Cut!" Zoey called. "Great footage, Sid," she shouted over the younger boy's squeals. "We've got to keep moving before he settles down. When I say action, grab the paddle by you on the couch, tell him he's warmed up enough and what he's going to get next, and then start in on him. Make sure you concentrate on these three spots here, here, and here," she said, pointing to the lower centers of each of the boy's chubby buns, and then to a wider section on the lower part of his butt, over his anus. Chad nodded understanding.

Efram was still wailing, ignoring their discussion and apparently completely focused on his burning bottom. Zoey went on. "I'll signal you when he's blistered enough, and then you put down the paddle and rub his butt for awhile." Mrs. Turpin backed up and aimed the camera to take in the whole scene. "Action!" Zoey called.

"Okay, you little brat. You've been warmed up enough, now it's time for you to get the paddle on your little fat butt!" Chad said loudly.

Chad's words suddenly registered with Efram. His head shot up from his cradled arms, and he looked fearfully over his shoulder with his puffy eyes and tear and snot-covered face. "P- p- p- paddle?" he squealed through his bawling. "Paddle? You didn't say anything about getting paddled!" He tried to get up on his knees, only to find that Chad still had his genitals in a tight grip. For a moment Chad almost lost his hold, but he squeezed his thumb and forefinger together just in time, tightening his hold on the boy's little genitals. With a yank, he forced the squealing, sobbing child back across his lap, and diverted Efram's attention from his sore butt momentarily to his painfully sore balls.

"Hold still, now, or I'll squeeze your nuts as hard as I can," he warned, as Mrs. Turpin zoomed in between the boy's legs to film Chad's straining fingers and the dark red section of little boy scrotum with its bulging little marbles squeezed out the bottom side. Beaten, and recognizing that Chad had him literally by the balls, Efram's defiance subsided again and he buried his sobbing face in his arms.

Chad picked up the paddle on the couch beside him and examined it visually. He'd never seen anything like it. It was made of flexible rubber or plastic, with a firm, round handle but a more flexible spanking surface that would clearly wrap around the kid's butt every time it impacted. "Heat for the Seat" was printed on the paddle itself, with "for children 7-17" printed in smaller letters underneath. Chad wondered briefly if Joey was familiar with what this thing felt like hitting your bare butt, and determined to try to find out later. Meanwhile, Zoey was waving her arm in a circle, signaling "get on with it" from across the room, and Chad hefted the paddle, lined it up with the lower middle of the boy's butt, tightened his grip on the boy's scrotum, and swung.

The loudness of the crack of the paddle surprised Chad, as did the sudden lurch of the boy on his lap, the violent contraction of his bare butt, and the screech that he let out as he flung his head back. Chad waited a moment for the boy's butt to relax again, and then he swung the paddle at the center of the boy's right bun, creating an almost identical reaction. He settled down to methodical paddling, striking the boy's butt, waiting for his butt clenching to stop, and then striking again. This spaced the boy's strokes out to about one every 5 seconds, so that it took Chad almost two and ½ minutes to administer 25 solid spanks to the little boy's fat little bottom. By then blisters were forming almost everywhere on the boy's butt, and Chad's right arm was so tired he couldn't really go on. He set the paddle down on the couch and began massaging the boy's hot, blistered butt, raising new howls of complaint from the boy and more thrumming of the boy's feet on the couch. During his paddling, and all through the butt rubbing that followed, Efram was sobbing out nearly incoherent protests between butt clenches and wails. Chad was pretty sure he heard "Stop," "No," and "It hurts!" several times, and once he could have sworn he heard Efram say, "Oh FUCK!" but he wasn't altogether sure. Mrs. Turpin kept changing camera angles, focusing first on Chad's hand massaging the tortured butt, than on Efram's crying face, then up underneath at Chad's tightly gripping hand on the boy's genitals, then at Chad's angelic face and determined look. Finally, Chad stopped massaging and let the boy's crying drop a bit in volume. Grasping Efram's arm and using his grip on the boy's genitals Chad stood him on his feet. Then he released his grip on the boy's privates, and began flexing his fingers, trying to work the cramps out of them that holding the boy for so long had created.

Efram's hands immediately descended to his formerly trapped privates, soothing his small scrotum and brushing over his little wiener, like he was trying to drive feeling back into it. He then shifted his hands to cup his blistered buns while he bounced up and down, dancing wildly in front of Chad, his small button penis and little sack jiggling in their pad of fat as he tried desperately to soothe his burning hindquarters. Mrs. Turpin caught every movement on film.

"I hope you learned a lesson from that," Chad said loudly.

"You're mean," Efram said, between sobs. "You're mean, and I hate you!"

"Good," Chad said. "If you didn't think I was mean, I'd know I didn't paddle you long enough. Now no more rubbing away my hard work," he said, remembering something his mother had said. He grabbed both of Efram's hands and placed them firmly behind his head. "I spanked your butt and I want it to feel spanked. Into the corner with you, and keep those hands behind your head unless you want to feel my paddle on your butt some more!"

He guided the smaller boy into the corner where he continued bawling and jiggling, trying to shake away the sting in his butt. Mrs. Turpin zoomed in on the blistered butt cheeks, and on Chad looking proudly at the results of his work. Finally, Zoey shouted, "Cut," and was hugging Chad tightly against her, to his intense gratification.

"Great job, Chad," she said, leading him to the other side of the room, away from the noisy, dancing little boy in the corner. Chad felt a deep satisfaction that she'd actually gotten his name right this time. "That's going to be one of my greatest movies ever! You look so young and innocent yourself, and you sound so natural when you ad lib!"

Chad looked over at Efram, still sobbing his heart out. The boy's butt glowed from across the room. "Did I paddle him too hard?" he asked tentatively. "I've never done it before. He seems to be crying awfully hard"

"No, you did just fine," Zoey reassured him. "He cries easily. Part of it is just a bid for sympathy. Joey used to do the same thing." Across the room, Joey looked daggers at his older sister, but she continued on, oblivious to him. "Remember, Efram brought this on himself. He knew what he was doing was wrong when he stole the money, and he's done it before and hasn't learned anything. Besides, my aunt was going to whip him, you know – he'd be a lot unhappier in that case, and he'd be bawling a lot longer! Come on, leave him here to think about his behavior and let's go to the guest room to shoot the other half my film."