Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 25

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 25
by Chadlad

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Chapter 25: Serena in the Audience

Suddenly Serena paused in her chatter with Tommy, noticing the stool with the peg sticking up from it. "What's this?" she asked.

"Oh, that's Chad's punishment stool. He has to sit on it whenever he's doing homework or watching TV or when he's sent to the corner," Tommy said. "The peg goes up his butt. It's supposed to be uncomfortable."

"Oh, it gets wider at the bottom! So it stretches you out as you sit down on it! What's it feel like?" Serena asked, looking at Chad with her eyes shining. When Chad just looked at the ground and didn't answer, Tommy nudged him.

"She asked you what it feels like," Tommy said.

"I heard her," Chad said to the floor.

"So answer her," Tommy said, putting a hand on Chad's shoulder.

Chad looked up, his temper flashing again. "It feels like you've got a peg up you butt, dorkface! What do you suppose it feels like! Do you think it feels like you're eating ice cream?" He batted Tommy's hand away. Tommy stepped back in alarm.

"Calm down, Chad. You know what Mom said about your temper," he cautioned.

Chad restrained the urge to sock his brother. "Sorry," he muttered. "Don't tell Mom, please."

"Okay, I won't tell Mom. But since you didn't tell Serena what it feels like, I'm going to make you show her," Tommy said, looking determined. "Get on your stool, Chad – right now!"

Chad looked at his brother open mouthed. This just kept getting worse and worse. Serena was already moving over behind the stool, where she'd be able to watch the peg go up his butt as he sat down. Chad weighed his options, but it didn't take long because there weren't many. He could get on the stool right there, in front of Serena, or he could refuse, and when Mom was home in an hour, get his butt paddled and then be forced to get on the stool anyway, probably with the burning lotion applied to the peg as well. He sighed, walked to the stool, and straddled it as manfully as he could.

Of course, the manfullness stopped at the point the peg began entering him, because it was hard to look manly in front of a girl while you reached under yourself to spread your buns and ease down onto an ever-widening peg, wincing as it spread your butt hole apart. This was especially true when the girl in question was bent down so she could watch the peg enter your butt hole from underneath, with her face about 6 inches from your butt. But within a minute Chad was seated on the hated stool again, his small penis immediately springing to attention from the pressure inside of him. As the chair was now in the middle of the room and not under the table, his erection was immediately noted by Serena, which prompted another embarrassing exchange with Tommy while Chad was forced to listen with burning ears.

"Ooooooo, look," Serena said, pointing. "His thingy got big and hard when he sat down."

"Yeah, the peg does that. It stirs him up inside and he gets hard, just like he does when he has to pee."

"Why does it get hard like that?" Serena asked.

"I don't know. It has something to do with girls and having sex," Tommy admitted.

"Can I touch it? I want to see how it feels," Serena requested.

"No, please," Chad ventured, but at the same time Tommy had said, "Sure, if you want," and it was clear who was in charge in Serena's mind. She immediately reached for Chad's up thrust member. Chad tried to hunch over, but Tommy was having none of that.

"Lean back, big brother, and spread your legs so she can get a good feel," Tommy ordered. Sighing, Chad leaned back, all too aware of the peg inside him limiting his motion, and grudginingly spread his legs. Serena tentatively stroked his organ from tip to base, then squeezed it to test its hardness, laughing in surprise when it jumped at her touch.

"It's so soft on the outside, yet hard inside," she reported. "I kind of like it." She continued fingering Chad's phallus for a moment, but stopped before it really began feeling good. "I still thought it would be bigger than that," she said.

Chad's temper exploded again. "Why does everyone have to keep saying that! Okay, so I've got a small wiener! I know it's small, okay! I admit it! I've got the smallest wiener in the 7th grade! Even my little brother's wiener is bigger than mine! Little kids have wieners bigger than mine! Maybe we should advertise it! Maybe we should put a big sign on the house that says 'Chad has a dinky wiener!' Why don't you get out your cell phone and call your friends and tell them! Use your cell phone to take a picture of it and send it to them! Put it on the bulletin board at school – write 'Chad's dinky wiener' under it! Heck, let's call the newspapers!" Chad was red-faced by the end of this tirade. Serena dropped his penis and stepped back a few steps. She and Tommy looked at Chad in semi-shock. Serena began apologizing.

"I'm sorry, Chad, I didn't mean to say that there was anything wrong with your boy thingy. I just thought – I mean, I'd always expected that it would be – I don't know what I expected," she finished helplessly.

"Come on, Chad, chill out," Tommy added. "She's not saying you're a freak, only that she didn't know much about boys and expected something different. All right, your wiener is a bit small, but she said she liked it, didn't she? That's something, isn't it? Besides, Mom said to watch your temper," he added, with a hint of threat in his voice.

"Yeah, you try to relax with a peg up your butt!" Chad snapped back.

"You wouldn't have a peg up your butt if you could control your temper," Tommy replied testily. "Don't expect us to feel sorry for you! If you don't get that temper under control, next time you might wind up killing someone!"

Chad opened his mouth, closed it, and then deflated like a popped balloon, slumping on his stool as much as he could with a peg rather painfully up his butt. His brother was right. He needed to get his temper under control or he just might kill someone some day. He sat feeling unsettled while Serena and Tommy turned away from him and talked a bit about school for a few minutes while they finished their sodas. Chad wanted off the stool, but was too ashamed of his outburst to ask Tommy if he could get up, and he didn't want to call Serena's attention to himself again. To his relief, when they finished their sodas, Tommy said, "Okay, Chad, if you're done pouting you can get off the stool now."

Chad slowly raised himself off the seat, feeling relief as the peg slid out of him. His butt hole didn't feel like it had closed completely, and his insides were all stirred up again. He took a few steps, walking slightly bow-legged. He could feel his anal sphincter reluctantly tighten up. Tommy looked at his watch. "It's after 9," he said to Chad. "According to Mom's note, I'm supposed to give you your bath." He turned to Serena, explaining, "I have to give him his bath – it's part of his training. It's supposed to be embarrassing for him, but he has to submit anyway. That way he can learn to control his anger."

Chad looked questioningly at Tommy. "She has to go home, now, doesn't she? I bet Mom's note doesn't say other people get to give me my bath."

Tommy pulled the paper out of his pocket again and made a show of studying it. At length he looked up. "She doesn't say in here anywhere that I'm supposed to send people who come to visit home when it's bath time. Now come on, let's get the tub started." He prodded Chad toward the door. Chad stood his ground.

"Come on, Tommy! I don't want her to watch you give me a bath." He lowered his voice almost to a whisper. "You know the stuff you have to do to me – it's too embarrassing!" he pleaded.

Tommy gave Chad an exasperated look. "Why do you have to argue about everything?" he asked. "You know Mom said I'm supposed to be in charge of you, and you're supposed to obey. So why do you argue about everything?"

"I'm not arguing about everything," Chad said. "It's just…."

"It's just this, it's just that, it's just this. I'm sick of it. Shut up!" Tommy said with all the force an 11-year- old boy can muster. "Shut up, shut up! One more word out of you, and I'll give you a long paddling on your bare behind – I swear I will! And then I'll tell Mom you were disobedient, and she'll paddle your behind, too! Now get moving upstairs so we can give you your bath!"

Chad opened his mouth, then closed it again. Much as he hated it, Tommy could paddle him, just like he said! And if he didn't obey Tommy, his Mom had promised to paddle him too! He turned and trudged up the stairs, Serena following with her face practically in his butt as he climbed, and Tommy trailing behind her. He plodded into the bathroom, bending over to close the tub drain and turn on the water. He could see Serena watching his butt spread apart as he bent over, and he supposed she could see his butt hole again, but he didn't care any more. Besides, he knew the bath procedures, and he knew he was in for greater embarrassment than just her seeing his butt hole in just moments. He let the tub fill up and sat in it, humiliated and beaten.

Tommy let Serena wash his hair, and he found her surprisingly gentle as she did. She continued on down his body, washing his face gently and sponging off his chest, as Tommy gave her instructions. Serena's touch was soothing as she washed his back, and Chad almost relaxed, but then Tommy was ordering him to stand up and face them while she washed his legs. He complied numbly, his little penis now sticking out slightly from his crotch at her eye level as she gently washed his legs, a fringe of soap suds decorating his genitals like a little collar on a cat. At her request, he lifted each foot one at a time and she washed gently between each toe, mildly tickling the bottoms of his feet as she did.

Now came the part he'd been dreading. Tommy gave Serena the bar of soap. "Turn around and bend over and hold the edge of the tub," he ordered. Chad complied, his slender bottom spreading as he did. Following Tommy's instructions, Serena began rubbing the soap in circles on the boy's butt, moving gradually inward until she was almost touching Chad's wrinkled little bull's eye. His plum-sized little scrotum glistened with soap that dripped down his crack. Tommy suddenly began cracking up. "You know what she's doing?" he gasped between his laughter. "She's like the old Star Trek joke – She's circling Uranus! Get it? Your anus? Anus means butt hole," Tommy explained to Serena. "We learned it in science class. Hey, Chad, want her to wipe out your Cling-ons, too? Get it? Klingons – Cling-ons? You know, like if he had poop stuck to his butt hole?"

Chad didn't appreciate the humor at all, and thus didn't comment. He looked over his shoulder, dreading the next part, which was both humiliating and painful. "Now watch what I do," Tommy said. "And then you do it next." Tommy liberally greased his finger with soap, then reached toward Chad's butt, his white-coated index finger going out of Chad's view. Here it comes, thought Chad to himself. Sure enough, in moments he felt his brother's finger pushing in the center of his butt hole. Reluctantly, he willed it to relax, and the tight little sphincter gave way and Tommy's finger rammed inside him. His brother began immediately twisting his finger this way and that, rotating it to cover all sides of his rectum internally. The probing caused Chad's penis to spring to almost instant attention.

"Look at his wiener," Tommy said as he pulled his finger out, added more soap, and rammed it in again more roughly. "It's the craziest thing. As soon as my finger goes up his butt, he gets a boner. It's like his butt hole and his wiener are connected somehow inside."

Tommy withdrew his burrowing finger and washed it off in the tub. "Here, you try it," he said to Serena. Chad's butt hole twitched involuntarily as the soap burned inside him and he fought to keep from standing, clenching his buns together, and fleeing the room. Within moments, he felt her more slender but longer finger enter him and probe tentatively around – she was much more gentle than his brother, but it was still an intrusion. His little penis jumped every time she passed that special place inside him, and for a moment he actually thought he'd cum right there, but then she withdrew her finger and Tommy was ordering him to turn sideways in the tub so they could "wash your wiener."

Chad moved slowly. He hated having to display his humiliating hard-on to Serena, even though she'd already seen him hard on the stool before. He kept thinking about Joey's huge erection and how much smaller his own was. Even Tommy's erection was more impressive! But there was no way to prevent or even delay this humiliation, so he straightened up and rotated into position, his little penis pointing skyward at a jaunty angle.

"Now soap his little bag and then his wiener," Tommy was saying, Serena following his instructions eagerly. Chad, looking down, noted she was getting quite flushed in the face and was breathing heavily. Her touch on his genitals was gentle and felt wonderful as she coated him with soap. He closed his eyes to enjoy her touch as she circled his erect penis, knowing she'd stop in a moment, but enjoying the sensations while he could. He felt her finish soaping him and put the bar of soap down. Chad was rather sorry she was done, but glad to have this embarrassing episode over with. Now they'd rinse him off, and let the water out, and he could dry off and she'd go home and –

His pleasant reverie was broken in an instant by Tommy's next words, however. "Now you need to rub his wiener until he cums," Tommy said to Serena. "Circle your thumb and finger around his wiener like this," he said, demonstrating on Chad, "and rub up and down from the base to the tip. You have to go pretty fast. Make sure your fingers go over the ridge at the top each time. You have to keep doing it until he goes up on his toes and starts grunting and humping at the air." Chad's heart suddenly began racing – Tommy was having her make him cum! That meant he was getting spanked after his bath! Undoubtedly bare butt! Probably in front of Serena!

He looked at his brother, the fear plain in his face. Tommy looked smugly back at him. "Oh, didn't I tell you, Chad? Mom says that as long as you're in diapers, you get spanked every morning after breakfast and every night before bed. Here, I'll read you her note." He pulled the paper out of his pocket again. "Here it is – 'Tell Chad that as long as he's in diapers at school for acting like a baby, he gets spanked like a baby after breakfast every day, and spanked or paddled before bedtime. You get to decide whether he gets spanked or paddled tonight, based on his behavior today. Don't forget what you have to do at the end of his bath so that he won't get excited when he's spanked.'"

Tommy reverently looked up from his paper. "See, Serena, Mom says we've got to rub his wiener and make him cum or make him do it himself before he gets spanked, so there's no chance we might accidentally rub his wiener and he might enjoy it while he's getting spanked. 'Cause right after a boy cums it's hard for him to get excited for awhile. So go ahead and rub his wiener until he cums."

Serena looked at Tommy blankly, her right hand gripping Chad's penis, her left steadying him by gripping his bare butt. "How do I do it again?" she asked.

"Just rub up and down it like I said. After awhile he'll start holding his breath and squeezing his butt, and then he'll go up on his tip toes and squeeze his butt real hard a couple of times and make grunting noises like a little pig, and then he'll relax and his wiener will go soft again. It'll make him feel real good, too. When he gets that really good feeling, that's called cumming. And after he cums he won't be able to make his wiener feel good for awhile, and that's when I'm going to spank him. Mom says," here Tommy referred to his paper again, "'the contrast of the pleasure of orgasm with the different sensation of the spanking or paddling makes the spanking or paddling even more painful." Tommy folded the paper and put it away.

Chad's heart was thudding. His brother was going to spank him on his bare butt again, or maybe even paddle him! And it was Tommy's choice which to do! His small, upturned wiener was jumping in Serena's hand in time with his heartbeat. Meanwhile, she began to tentatively and inexpertly stroke the hard little projection, causing immediate butt-clenching and pelvic thrusts on Chad's part. Serena marveled at the strength of his thrusts, which made the helmet head of his organ swell each time. Despite her lack of experience, Chad was soon up on his toes, grunting between his teeth in pleasure as he thrust repeatedly at the younger girl's encircling fingers. His breath slowed and his little penis began drooping again.

"Okay, Chad, enough fun," Tommy ordered. "Out of the tub, so I can get on with your spanking! Or maybe it will be a paddling! Or maybe a little of both. I haven't decided yet." He helped the reluctant Chad out of the tub and dried off his upper body, letting Serena dry off Chad's lower half. "Leave his butt wet," Tommy said. "A kid at school today told me spankings hurt more on the wet butt."

Soon Chad was walking back down to the living room between Tommy and Serena, his hair and butt still damp, the rest of him dry. Tommy hurried Chad up all the way down the stairs, then veered off to the kitchen as they arrived, returning in a moment with the wooden spoon from the kitchen drawer. He held it up. "Just in case," he said meaningfully. "Whether I use it on you, and how much I use it depends upon how cooperative you are." He set the spoon on the couch. "Now get into the inspection position."

"But you guys just washed me," Chad protested. "How could I be dirty?"

"Okay, so you clearly want me to paddle you, I guess," Tommy said smugly.

"All right, all right! I'm getting into position!" Chad said, running to the hassock to fling himself down on his back and lift his legs and hold them wide apart. "See, I'm in position. You don't need to paddle me!"

Tommy and Serena walked over to where Chad lay on his back, willingly displaying all of his private parts in order to avoid being paddled. They each made a big display of examining his anus and his genitals, poking and prodding his ball sack and yanking his penis this way and that. Finally they pronounced him clean and ready for his spanking. Tommy seated himself on the wooden chair, which was still in place from yesterday. Chad was relieved to see that at least the curtain was closed this time.

"Bend over my knees, big brother. It's time for your spanking." Tommy ordered Chad, playing to his audience of one. Chad, humiliated by having to be so subservient to his brother in front of Serena, awkwardly assumed the position, looking at the floor as he lay limply over his brother's lap. Tommy began gently rubbing Chad's bottom, disappointed that the moisture he'd left on it earlier had dried up. Serena sat down on the chair to Tommy's right, where she had a clear view of the older boy's butt.

Tommy noticed Chad's buns slowly opening and closing as he rubbed them. He reached down with both hands and grabbed one of Chad's buns in each. He began talking in a high- pitched voice, manipulating Chad's butt like a big set of lips as he did so. "Hi, Serena! I'm Chad's butt! I'm a real potty mouth!" Tommy dissolved into hysterics and had to get control of himself before going on.

"Want to hear me burp?" Tommy continued using his "Chad's butt" voice. He made a long farting noise with his lips. "Oh, that was a big one! Ooooooh, smells like chicken!" he said, dissolving into hysterics so great he collapsed on Chad's back. Serena was laughing so hard she almost fell out of the chair. Tommy stopped to catch his breath.

"Hey, I got another idea," Tommy said as soon as he could talk again. "Stand up, Chad." Chad slowly rose again, wondering what his brother was up to, now, but glad to be doing anything that delayed his brother spanking him. Tommy turned him to face Serena. "Hands behind your head," he ordered. He reached around Chad and seized his brother's penis, which though soft was still about an inch and a half long and was still sporting the swollen head that came from Chad's recent orgasm. He spoke in a high, squeaky voice. "Hi, I'm Chaddy boy's little dickie! Want to see me do some exercises? How about some squat-thrusts?" Tommy started counting "One, two, three, four," manipulating the boy's penis with the count. Starting with the older boy's penis pulled straight up, Tommy pulled down on it while saying "one," pulled it straight out on the "two," squeezed it up tight against his body on the "three," and then stretched it straight up again with the "four." He continued this for several cycles, laughing so hysterically at the end he couldn't get the words out. Serena was giggling uncontrollably by the time he stopped.

After a moment, Tommy had gotten his breath enough to go on. Using both hands, he aimed Chad's penis at Serena and grasped both sides of the head with opposing hands. He began manipulating Chad's pee slit, talking in his high, squeaky voice as he did so. "I'm Chaddy boy's little dickie!" he announced again. "Better be careful, or I'll lose control and spit up on you!"

"Stop it, Tommy," Chad said, pulling away. "That hurts!"

Tommy let go and looked up at Chad. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't realize you'd rather be paddled than have a little fun. Get back over my knees, then, and I'll paddle you!"

Too late, Chad realized Tommy had just been looking for an excuse to convert his spanking to a paddling. Not wanting to anger his brother further, Chad settled himself back into the humiliating spanking position and lay there trembling. He definitely wasn't looking forward to being paddled with that awful wooden spoon!

"Because I feel sorry for you, big brother, I'm going to tell you how many you're going to get," Tommy said matter- of-factly. "I'm going to give you 12 spanks with the wooden spoon, 5 in the middle of your left bun, 5 in the middle of your right, and 2 more somewhere special. I bet you can't guess where the somewhere special is!"

"Nooooooo, not my poo hole," Chad shrieked. "Don't paddle my poo hole!"

"What did I tell you about saying that?" Tommy asked levelly. "What did I say would happen next time you said 'poo hole?'"

Chad wracked his brain. He couldn't remember, what Tommy had threatened, but he knew it was bad. "I don't remember," he finally admitted. "But please don't do it, whatever it was."

"I don't remember what I said, either," Tommy admitted. "But as a lesson, I'm going to add 2 more smacks between your butt hole and your balls. So you're getting 14. Now shut up and take them like a big boy, or I'll add more smacks, or even a hand spanking afterwards."

Chad shut up, but only briefly. The first blow from the wooden spoon in Tommy's hand had him yelping and clenching his butt, and his yelps got louder as Tommy administered 5 spanks to first one bun, then the other. The centers of Chad's butt were on fire by the time Tommy finished the 10th, and to Serena's amazement he was crying freely. Tommy let him lie there a moment, then yanked on his shoulder. "Get up, brother, and get in the inspection position for your last 4. Serena will hold you."

Chad got up stiffly, bawling like a baby, and flopped backward onto the hassock, lifting his legs over his head and clutching his buns. Tommy let him do so, given that Chad's sore butt wasn't the current target, anyway. He showed Serena how to grab each of Chad's legs to steady him, and then delivered 2 swift blows on the space just between Chad's butt hole and his balls, and 2 more on his clenching sphincter. Serena let go of Chad and he lay on the floor clutching his butt crack from between his legs, gently probing his butt hole and howling. They left him there and went into the kitchen for more soda. When they returned 10 minutes later, Chad was lying on his back with his legs spread, still clutching his butt crack and sniffling, rocking gently back and forth. Tommy helped him get up and guided him into the corner. "Mom said you have to stay in the corner until she gets home, which will be any minute now," he said. "Because you got spanked on the butt hole, I'm not going to make you get on your stool – you'd probably be too sore, anyway."

Chad stood sniffling in the corner, gently exploring the more tender parts of his intimate anatomy. Man, Tommy paddled hard for a little kid! He'd have to be more careful to obey his brother and not get his goat next time. He never seemed to know when to shut up for his own good! He heard Tommy and Serena saying goodbyes and Tommy seeing her to the door, then returning to turn on the TV, holding a bag of potato chips and munching noisily. He studiously ignored his brother's hiccups and the two bright red spots on his butt.

Shortly thereafter, Mrs. Henson and Beth came bustling through the door, full of good cheer from their shopping excursion. Chad's mother walked to the corner and examined her son's bare bottom, noting the red centers on each bun. "I see Tommy did a good job with you tonight. From the looks of things I'd guess you earned a paddling rather than just a spanking," she said to Chad. "I hope you realize now your brother is in charge."

She turned to her younger son, still glued to the TV and eating potato chips. "Did you make sure he cried long enough?" she asked. Tommy nodded, cramming potato chips in his mouth. He swallowed and then spoke.

"Yes, Mom. Serena came over and we shot some hoops while Chad cleaned the pool and washed off the patio. I made him do it naked, like you said. Then we gave him his bath – Serena helped, so I let her be the one to make him cum. He gave us trouble when we were getting him ready for his spanking, so I paddled him with the wooden spoon and sent him to the corner." Tommy said. "I made him sit on his stool every time he sat down, like you said," Tommy said, "but I let him stand up this time because I had to smack him a couple of times you know where and I figured he was too sore for the stool afterward. I didn't want to be mean," he added.

"Sounds like you did just fine," his mother said. "Come out and help me unload the car. You too, Chad."

Chad turned from the corner, still sniffling a bit. He scrubbed at his face, wiping the residual tears on his arm. His mother beckoned him, and he followed her down the hall, his little wiener wagging as he went. Tommy had already gone out the door, leaving it open. Chad darted to one side of the hall, trying to stay out of view of anyone outside, and reached for his clothes in the stack on the floor where he'd left them, but his mother stopped him. "Don't bother with those now," she said. Just get out to the trunk and help Tommy carry things in."

"But I'm naked!" Chad pleaded. "I'll just put on my underpants. That will only take a second."

Chad's mother reached him in two quick strides. She looped her left arm around his body, pinning his own arms to his sides, then gave him two terrific whacks on his bare butt, one on each side, each landing on the already bright red spots that Tommy had made earlier with the wooden spoon. Chad began squalling, his hands flying back to cup his buttocks as soon as his mother released him. "I said get out in the driveway and help Tommy!" she said. She gave Chad a shove toward the door. Still gripping his painfully sore bottom, Chad hobbled out the door, now so focused on avoiding more pain in his butt that he was totally oblivious to his nudity.

Tommy was gathering bags from the trunk of the car as Chad hobbled up, still gripping his butt. Neighborhood children who had just been called in for the night stopped to gape at Chad Henson standing by the car totally naked, gripping a bright red bottom and crying lustily, his little wiener flopping as he danced. "You never learn, do you big brother," Tommy said as he gathered bags. "All you have to do is obey her and do what she says, but you're so worried someone will see your little wiener that you can't do it. It isn't like lots of people haven't seen it already." He headed past Chad toward the house. "You'd better bring in the rest of the stuff, or Mom will probably come out with a paddle and blister your butt right here in the driveway," he commented as he left.

Trying to control his crying, Chad grabbed the remaining bags, holding the ones in his right hand in front of his bared genitals, and the ones in his left in front of his bottom. He hobbled into the house, his butt still complaining. He carried the bags into the living room. His mother looked up from where she'd been looking though bags. "Did you shut the trunk?" she asked.

"I'll do it," Tommy said, but his mother put up a hand to stop him.

"I think your brother should go out and do it. Chad, I'm giving you one more chance to show you can obey me tonight. Walk out to the car, and I mean walk, not run. Shut the trunk, and then walk calmly back. Keep your arms at your sides the whole time. Now go," she said.

Resisting his urge to run, and still sniffling from the stinging in his bottom, Chad walked out to the car. He ignored the wolf whistles and questions from the kids who were gathered around the driveway, unable to believe that he was outside, naked, his obviously freshly-spanked butt on display, his little genitals naked to the world. He shut the trunk and walked back to the house with as much dignity as a nude boy with a red butt can muster.

Once in the house, his mother decided it was time for both boys to go to bed. "Now remember, Chad, that as long as you're in diapers at school, Tommy or Beth are to spank you every morning and every night. Unless, of course, you're disobedient, smark-alecky, or misbehave while they're in charge of you, in which case they are to paddle you like Tommy did today. Today it was Tommy's turn, so tomorrow will be Beth's. And don't forget that as part of your punishment, while you're in diapers you aren't allowed to give yourself pleasure by touching or playing with your privates. I've told Tommy and Beth, and now I'm telling you, that you are never to be in the bathroom or your bedroom with the door shut unless one of them is with you. I'm serious about this – losing your rights to pleasure yourself is one of your punishments. You have to earn it back, just like the privilege of bathing yourself and the right to wear clothing when you're home. If you continue to disobey me and to get in trouble in school, these privileges will remain suspended. If you show me obedience and good behavior both at home and at school, you'll earn your rights back. Do I make myself clear?"

Chad nodded. His butt hurt, his throat hurt from crying, and his butt hole hurt from the chair peg and from that awful wooden spoon. He was pleased to be excused from any more punishments, and willingly followed his brother upstairs to bed. On arriving, however, he discovered sleep would be postponed for the moment. As soon as the door was shut, Tommy began removing his pants. "I've been waiting all day for this," he said to Chad, as he pulled down his underpants and revealed his boyish penis standing tall against his stomach. You know what to do," he added, thrusting his pelvis out and planting both legs. With a sigh, Chad got on his knees in front of his brother. He looked up at his younger brother looming over him. "Can't you at least wash it off or something before I have to do it?" he asked plaintively.

Tommy looked at him impatiently. "It's not dirty," he said indignantly. "All I've done is pee with it, and pee isn't dirty, it's sterile. A little bit of pee in your mouth won't hurt you. And it might be a little sweaty, but that won't hurt you either. The salt in it will just give it more flavor. Now suck," he ordered. "I'm really horny."

"You're what?" Chad asked.

"Horny. You know, really wanting sex. Man, don't you know anything? What do 7th grade boys talk about, anyway?" Tommy said.

Chad gently grasped the base of his brother's wiener and aimed it horizontally, then guided it into his waiting mouth. Aiming, as always, to get this humiliating task over as soon as possible, he took his brother's entire wiener into his mouth and began sucking, trying to speed the process by moving his head up on down on the shaft at the same time and swirling his tongue on the ridges of the mushroom head.

Tommy must have been anticipating this moment just as he said, because in record time he was forcing Chad's head all the way onto him with both hands, humping against Chad's face as he shot his two small dribbles into his brother's throat. "Swallow, Chad, and I'll let you go," he ordered. Having already been given one very public lesson on obedience by his mother just moments ago, and with his butt stinging and burning still, Chad dutifully swallowed, and Tommy released his head. Chad sat back on his sore haunches, hating having to service his brother morning and night, but at least glad no one else knew he did it. Well, almost no one else. Tommy's friend Jesse knew, and the little twins across the street, mainly because he'd had to service them, too, just yesterday. But no one else did, and for that he was grateful.

"Wipe your spit off me, big brother," Tommy ordered, and Chad dutifully took tissues and swabbed his drool off of his brother's genitals. He started for the bedroom door, but Tommy stopped him. "Where do you think you're going," he asked.

"I'm going to the bathroom. I need to wash the taste of you out of my mouth," Chad said, mildly irritated. "And I need to pee."

"I have to go with you," Tommy said. "If you're alone you might jerk off, and Mom said you can't."

"I don't even feel like touching myself," Chad said. "Won't even touch it – I'll just let it hang when I pee. But I need to go, and I want to wash the taste of you out of my mouth."

"All right," Tommy said. "Go. But you'd better be back in 2 minutes, and your wiener better look just like it does now or I'm taking you downstairs for Mom to spank. Don't think you can have a quick one and fool me. I'm a boy, too – I know how your wiener looks after you cum."

Chad raced to the bathroom, his little wiener flopping the whole way. He peed quickly, ignoring the position of the seat, and then grabbed the mouthwash off the sink and swished it around his mouth until it was burning. He imagined he could still taste his brother, so he took another swig and repeated his swishing. As he started for the door, Beth walked in, eyeing his actions. "Little brother had a sudden urge for some mouth action, I see," she said.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Chad said, completely embarrassed at her accurate surmise.

"Oh, sure – you always rinse your mouth twice with mouthwash right after spending a couple of minutes alone in the bedroom with Tommy," she said derisively. She glanced down at his bare genitals with distaste. "You boys look so silly with your little things flopping around, you know that?" she said, moving past him. She saw the dampness on the tip of his penis and glanced toward the toilet, frowning. "How come the seat's down, if you just peed?" she asked. She walked to the toilet and looked at it critically. "Just what is this, young man?" she asked, pointing at the seat. Chad looked, seeing, to his dismay, several drops of liquid beaded on the front part of the seat.

"I–, I-, I-," he stammered.

"Don't bother trying to think up a lie. What you did was pee on the toilet seat because you're too lazy to lift it," she said disgustedly. She pulled toilet paper off the roll and handed it to him. "Clean it up," she ordered.

Chad took the paper from her and wiped the seat vigorously, dropping the paper into the toilet. Beth examined his work and nodded. "All right," she said. She put the top cover of the toilet seat down and sat on it. "Now come here and bend over my knees."

Chad knew full well what was coming, but had no power to stop it. He meekly draped himself across her lap and waited. "I'd better check that you're clean," Beth commented, spreading his sore butt with both hands. Chad winced. It felt like she was trying to tear him in two. He gritted his teeth while she studied his poo-hole and his crack burned from being stretched. "You look a little sore back there," she said. "Tommy must have given the old pooper a few good swats."

She released his butt and without warning, began spanking him fast and hard, hitting only the bottom part of each of his buns and the space between, right over his butt hole. From her observation of many spankings given to boys when she was in grade and middle school, as well as her own recent experience, she was thoroughly aware of the sensitivity of this part of the boy's bottom and of the way that the pain of a spanking is enhanced when the boy is repeatedly spanked in exactly the same spot. Even though she gave him only about 20 spanks, Chad was howling when she finally stopped and released him.

As Chad stood up, tears rolling down his cheeks, she reached out and seized his limp penis. "From now on, you pick up that seat when you pee, do you understand?" she asked, pulling his penis sharply several times for emphasis. Chad nodded, still crying, trying again in vain to soothe the burning bottom part of his butt. "Next time, I might just make you lick it off instead of wiping it," she added. "Now go to bed. I'll give you the rest of your punishment tomorrow along with your morning spanking."

Chad trudged back to his room, dejected. She was going to make his spanking bigger tomorrow morning! Why, oh why couldn't he ever remember to lift the seat!

Tommy was sitting on his own bed as Chad came in. He grinned at Chad. "I know you weren't playing with yourself. I could hear the howling. Turn around and let me see your butt!"

Chad complied wordlessly. Tommy whistled. "Boy, she really burned the bottom half, didn't she! You're going to have some new blisters, I think. And she got you right over the butt hole! I hope, for your sake, you don't have to poo any time soon!" He chuckled and flopped down on his bed. Chad laid down on his stomach, trying to ignore his throbbing bottom. He just knew Beth was really going to lay into him tomorrow! And then he had another day of being diapered and changed in front of the class, and then the peg chair and chores to look forward to when he came home, and then Beth would undoubtedly be called upon to bathe him and spank or paddle him before bedtime. Knowing her, he thought muzzily as he was slipping into sleep, she'll use the paddle for sure. He was almost looking forward to the day after, when he'd be back in Tommy's tender clutches instead.