Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 28

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 28
by Chadlad

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Chapter 28: Chad's Accident

Meanwhile, Chad was having problems of his own. His intestines had begun cramping, and an odd sensation was building inside him. Suddenly, he felt uncontrollable wet pressure in his rectum, and then the wetness was flowing into his diaper despite a desperate effort to stop. Wetness flooded his butt crack and surrounded his genitals, and his rectum burned with the familiar feeling of uncontrollable diarrhea. Worse yet, his bottom made a bubbling, wet farting sound as he emptied his bowels, causing every head in class to immediately turn his direction. Mrs. Rose addressed him. "Chad, is there a problem?" She asked.

Chad swallowed a couple of times, finding his voice. "I -- I – I -- I had an accident, Mrs. Rose," Chad stuttered.

"What sort of accident?" She asked. "Did you poo yourself?"

"I – I – I couldn't stop it – it just slipped out!" Chad admitted, his face blushing beet red. "I think I'm sick."

"Come up here and let me see how bad it is," Mrs. Rose ordered.

With difficulty, Chad stood up and walked to the front of the class. He could feel wet poo squishing around in his diaper as he walked. Mrs. Rose had him face forward while she pulled the back of his elastic banded diaper down far enough that she and most of the children could see the mess coating his butt to the top of his butt crack, resulting in mass groans and exclamations of disgust from his classmates. She then turned him to face the class and did the same thing with the front of his diaper, exposing his befouled privates. The class reacted with even stronger protests of disgust when his front was revealed. She released the elastic waistband and straightened up. "You're obviously too dirty to clean up in class, and the nurse should check you over to see if you're ill. Sarah, Alan, take him to the nurse's office for a shower. Bring him back when he's clean if the nurse clears him, otherwise clean him up and leave him there if she says he's sick."

With each one grasping his hand like he was a toddler, Alan and Sarah led Chad out of the classroom and down the hall to the nurse's office. She looked up at them inquiringly as they entered. "What can I do for you children?" she said as they walked in the door.

"Mrs. Rose told us to bring Chad down here," Sarah said.

"Yeah, he pooed his diaper," Alan added. "We're supposed to use the shower to clean him up, and then we're supposed to ask you to check to see if he's sick."

"You'll have to do the clean up yourselves," she replied. "I have to finish this paper work. The shower is over there." She waved her hand across the room, where there was a ceramic tiled section of floor against one wall with a ceramic tile wall on one side. The other three sides were open, surrounded by a ceramic barrier only about 6 inches high. Faucets and a shower nozzle on the end of a wand and long hose were on the wall, within easy reach from outside the tiled section. "Just turn it on, adjust the temperature with the knobs, and have him stand over the drain and and take off his diaper and put it in this bag." She handed them a kitchen trash bag. "Then you can hose everything down the drain using the shower wand. Once you've hosed him off and washed everything down the drain, one of you can step in and soap him from his chest on down to his feet, then wash him off again. Make sure you bend him over to wash his buttocks, so you can get all the way into the crack. And soap his diaper area thoroughly, to make sure you wash off any germs he might be carrying." She turned away from them and started filling out a form.

"Come on," Alan said, dragging Chad by the arm towards the shower. "Get in there and take off your diaper and let's get the poop off of you." Chad, humiliated but eager to get clean again, complied, stripping off his shirt and standing over the drain and pulling his diaper tapes as Sarah turned on the water, adjusted it to a comfortable temperature, and reached for the wand. The diaper landed on the floor with a wet splooshing sound, spilling some of its contents out. Chad lifted it with two fingers, holding it at arm's length, and dropped it in the bag, sealing the top.

Grimacing, Sarah quickly hosed Chad down, trying to get the disgusting mess down the drain as fast as possible. She looked like she was going to throw up, but recovered as soon as the mess was out of her sight. She hosed him from top to bottom several times, carefully playing the nozzle across his genitals from about 3 inches away and from several angles to make sure she got it all. "Turn your butt toward me and bend over," she ordered Chad. "I have to get into your crack." Chad complied, bending down but keeping his head up to avoid the spray. Sarah directed water at his anal opening from about 3 inches away, blasting it for almost a minute to be sure it was clean. She shut off the water. "Okay, he's rinsed," she said. "You have to soap him."

"Why do I have to soap him?" Alan asked, trying to cover for the fact that at the moment he'd like nothing better.

"Because you're a boy. You're used to touching disgusting things. I had to touch him this morning." She shuddered. "I don't think I could do it again. You boys have all that squishy, dangly stuff. I don't know how you can stand it," she said primly. "Besides, he might still have some of his stuff on him."

"How could he have poop on him?" Alan asked. "You held that nozzle so close it's a wonder he still has skin on him!" Chad nodded in silent agreement. One bad thing about girls – they just didn't have any appreciation for how delicate boy parts were.

"If you're so sure he's clean, you shouldn't be worried about soaping him, then," Sarah said triumphantly. "So do it already and let's get back to class."

Alan, trying to look reluctant, stepped onto the wet tile and up to Chad. He picked up the bar of soap from the soap dish and began washing Chad's chest and stomach, moving downward until he was just above Chad's protruding genitals. The he washed Chad's back down as far as Chad's butt crack. "Bend over and grab your ankles so I can wash your butt," he ordered. Chad complied, looking at Alan seriously from between his spread legs. Just then, the telephone on the nurse's desk rang. She picked it up with a frown and talked into it briefly, then hung up.

"I'm going to need some help," she said to the children across the room. "My supplies are in, and I need someone to help with the cart. "You – Sarah, isn't it? You aren't doing anything. Come with me. We have to go to the grade school loading dock and get my supplies." Sarah walked over to where the nurse was taking things off a rolling cart and piling them on the floor. "I'll need you mostly to help me push it back – it's hard to get through the double doors without someone holding them, and using the freight elevator is hard without help, too."

At the door she turned to the boys in the shower. "Just finish washing him, and when you're done the towels are on the rack. We'll only be gone about 10 minutes." Alan, holding the soap, nodded, and Chad nodded as well from between his widely-spread legs. His bottom twitched, so that Sarah could swear his butt hole winked agreement at them, too. "When you're done, dry him off and wait here until we get back, so I can examine him," the nurse finished. She and Sarah breezed out the door.

Once they were out the door, Alan set the soap down and moved toward the drain. Chad swiveled his head. "What ya doin'," he asked. "Aren't you supposed to wash me?"

"In a minute," Alan said, unzipping his pants. "Man, I'm glad she left. I've had to take a piss since class started, and I was afraid I'd have to hold it until lunchtime." He carefully extracted a long, slender penis, circumcised penis from his fly and immediately began peeing into the shower drain.

Chad straightened up and let go of his ankles, noting that although Alan's penis was longer than his, at least it wasn't any thicker. "Hey, you're not supposed to do that!" Chad protested. "That's gross! What if someone steps in it?"

"No one is going to step in it. I'm going right into the drain. We'll wash it down when I'm done," Alan replied. "You can go too, if you want. That way we'd have one less diaper change to do today, and you could avoid having everyone look at your stuff while we do it. Everyone wins."

"But what if Mrs. Gonzalez and Sarah come back and see me peeing?" Chad said. "They'll tell Mrs. Rose, and Lindsay or Emily will spank us for sure! I couldn't stand another spanking! It really hurts! You can't sit down afterward! And all the girls see you naked, and look at your wiener and stuff!"

"Don't be such a big wuss," Alan said, shaking himself off and zipping his pants. "Mrs. Big Nose won't find out. And Lamesey and Emily the Priss won't find out either, unless you tell them. And you aren't going to tell them. Look, piss or don't piss. I don't care. But if you tell on me, I'll say that you did it too. And then we'll both be in trouble."

"But I didn't do it," Chad said.

"But you might as well," Alan said. "If I'm, right, nobody will know and you get to skip a diaper change. If you're right, I'll say you did it too and you'll be in just as much trouble anyway. You might as well just do it, too. Then I'll know you won't tell on me."

This sounded so reasonable to Chad that he walked over to the drain himself. He aimed his small penis and tried to relax his sphincter, but the sight of Alan watching him avidly made him too tense. "Turn around," he said to Alan. "I can't go with you watching me."

"Why not?" Alan asked. "We're both boys. We have the same stuff. You piss just like I do. And I just went in front of you."

"Well I can't," Chad whined. "So turn around."

Alan sighed and turned his back to Chad, moving a few steps to one side. Unnoticed, he continued moving until he could see Chad's entire body from about the neck down in the mirror on the back wall. He watched in fascination as Chad pointed his penis at the drain and peed neatly into it, shaking off the last few drops and stepping back. "Okay, I'm done," he said. "Or maybe I didn't do it. You'll never know."

"I don't care, really. But I'll know if you go all day without pissing," Alan shot back. "Now I'd better finish washing you before they come back. Bend over and grab your ankles again, so I can do your ass."

Still feeling rather wicked for peeing into the drain, Chad bent over. Alan took the soap and vigorously soaped Chad's buttocks, then moved inward and began rubbing the soap up and down the boy's crack, lingering over his butt hole each time he passed it. When Chad didn't react, began soaping the hole itself, pressing it gently with his fingers, actually letting them slip past the pursed muscle a time or two. Chad looked quizzically at Alan from between his legs but didn't comment.

Alan pressed harder on the tightly pursed orifice with his soapy finger, slipping it into Chad up to the first knuckle, then the second. "Hey," Chad said. "HEY! Don't do that!"

"Got to get you clean," Alan said, his heart pounding with excitement. He pushed his finger all the way in. "You might have poop in there yet."

"I don't think you're supposed to clean me in there," Chad said with certainty. "Besides, it hurts!"

"Sure I am," Alan said persuasively. "That's where the poop came from, isn't it? So I've got to wash it, too." Alan was acutely aware the fierce erection he'd developed during this process. He took care to avoid brushing it against Chad and revealing his secret. He wormed the finger around inside of Chad, growing more excited as he did. He was in an actual boy's butt hole! He felt like he might cum in his pants right then and there.

"Stop it," Chad said, more loudly. "If you don't stop, I'll tell on you, I swear I will!"

"I'm just getting you clean," Alan said, reluctantly withdrawing his finger. "Besides, you won't tell on me, or I'll tell everyone you peed in the shower even though I told you not to. Who do you think they'd believe, me or you? Now straighten up so I can wash your dick and balls."

Not exactly satisfied, but deciding the issue was moot now that Alan's finger was no longer up his butt, Chad straightened up and stood still so Alan could wash his privates. Alan ran the soap down either side of Chad's scrotum, then gently soaped the small bag itself. After that, he began soaping the boy's penis, going round and round the small organ until it began growing. In moments Chad was fully aroused, his meager 2 inches sticking out like a pole. Alan continued circling it with the soap and brushing it with his fingers. His excitement was increased by the fact that Chad was frowning and was clearly a reluctant participant. Alan had always found leading somewhat reluctant boys into forbidden activity to be intensely arousing. It was something about their innocence that excited him. And Chad couldn't really want him to stop -- his body was clearly responding. The boy's penis was rock hard, his cute little butt twitching as he thrust his groin gently toward Alan's hand. "Don't," Chad said tentatively, but not very assertively. "Stop. You'll make me cum. I don't like boys making me cum. It's weird. Come on, stop it."

Standing behind Chad, Alan's own crotch was out of Chad's view. He surreptitiously slipped his left hand down to the front of his pants and began stroking his own yearning penis roughly through the cloth. He was too excited to stop. "I'm not making you cum, I'm just doing a good job," Alan said, somewhat breathlessly. "Besides, it's your fault if you cum, not mine."

"But Mrs. Rose said I wasn't supposed to cum when being diapered or lotioned. Besides, I don't like it when you touch it. I only like girls doing that!" Chad said pleadingly, his comment broken by more involuntary hip thrusts. He clapped his hands over his privates, but couldn't stop Alan's tantalizing movements.

"Almost done," Alan said, speaking as much about himself as about Chad. He stroked Chad's penis a few more times, dropping the soap and circling the other boy's penis with one hand while he stroked his own through his pants with his other hand. He liked the way the boy's penis felt in his grip. The head swelled each time Chad contracted his butt, and the shaft twitched like a trapped little animal. In another few seconds Alan's dual stroking had its intended effect on both of them – Chad rose up to his toes, thrust his pelvis, and grunted through his orgasm the way he always did. At the same time, Alan triggered his own powerful orgasm, panting through his teeth and suppressing a low moan as he contracted his own butt and went up on his own toes behind Chad. He felt the little spurt of fluid he always produced escape his penis and soak into the front of his underpants as he came. Oops, he thought, forgot about that. He hoped that it wouldn't soak through to the front of his pants. But then he decided that if it did people would just assume it was water he'd gotten on himself when washing Chad.

Alan bent over to pick up the soap to hide his breathless condition. Chad settled back on his heels. "You made me cum," he said accusingly. "You're not supposed to. We're going to get into trouble now. The nurse will come back and she'll know. You can tell when boys have cum just by looking at their wieners, you know. She'll know, and then we'll get into trouble," he said again.

"Oh, lighten up," Alan said. "If your wiener looks funny, she'll just think it got that way from Sarah squirting it too hard with the shower thingy. Besides, it felt good, didn't it?"

"Don't like it with boys," Chad said sullenly.

"What difference does it make whose hand it is?" Alan asked. "A hand is a hand. And I bet it's better with a boy doing it. Boys know a lot more about handling dicks than girls do – they get more practice." Chad still looked sullen. "Look, it doesn't matter, it's over now, anyway," Alan said. "No one will know, unless you tell, and you won't tell." He grabbed the shower wand and turned on the water, rinsing Chad off and washing the soap suds down the drain.

Chad was puzzled by Alan's behavior. The boy seemed a bit flushed and breathless, almost exactly like he felt at that moment. But Alan hadn't just cum, had he? Chad tried to remember what Alan had been doing moments before he himself had orgasmed. He remembered the boy behind him. Had he heard a soft moan while he himself had been cumming? He couldn't be sure. Maybe he was imagining things.

Alan tossed Chad a towel and sat down while Chad toweled himself off, casually watching him. "You dick doesn't look any different to me than it did," he commented while Chad had the towel raised, drying his upper body. "It's still a dinky little thing. And Mrs. Gonzalez doesn't know how it normally looks, anyway. Just keep quiet and we'll be fine."

Chad wrapped a towel around his midsection to block Alan's avid gaze and sat down in a chair by Alan. "I'm not a tattle-tale," Chad said with feeling. "Besides, no one would believe me, anyway. No one ever does." He lapsed into sullen silence.

After a few minutes, Sarah and the nurse came in pushing a laden cart. "All done?" the nurse asked brightly. "Hang the towel over there and get on the table," she commanded Chad. Chad reluctantly parted with the towel, and walked over to the examination table, his sated penis swollen at the tip and swaying jauntily from side to side in its usual post-orgasmic state.

"Get right up here with your bottom even with the end of the table," Mrs. Gonzalez stated as she guided Chad onto the table, then made him lie on his back. She pulled stirrups out of the side of the table and locked them in place. To Chad's chagrin she lifted a foot into each stirrup, leaving him wide open and visible to the world again. I seem to be in this position a lot, lately, Chad thought to himself. He could feel the air stirring against the area between his legs and his spread buns as Mrs. Gonzalez moved about. She turned toward her equipment table and picked up a largish thermometer, dipping the end into a jar of Vaseline. "I like the old fashioned way of taking with a boy's temperature," she commented as she approached Chad widely spread bottom. "I know you boys aren't fond of it, but I get more accurate readings this way," she asserted, centering the fat bulb of the thermometer on the pursed center of his anus and pushing it smoothly in. Chad flinched as it entered but settled down again quickly – after all, it didn't bother him near as much as Alan's finger had. He idly toted up how many things had been shoved up his butt lately. There was the thermometer, Alan's finger, Tommy's finger, Jesse's finger, Beth's finger, Karen's finger, him mom's finger, and of course that awful peg! And he could look forward to the peg and Beth's finger again tonight! He was beginning to think he was just destined to have things shoved up his butt the rest of his life.

Sarah and Alan watched with open mouths as she buried the thermometer into Chad until only half of it stuck out the boy's tight little anus. "Hold this in place for me," she said to Sarah. "Just hold the top of it and rest your hand right against his bottom," she added. Sarah, with a look of distaste, took the tip of the thermometer, being very careful not to touch any part of Chad's bottom in the process. The nurse then took Chad's pulse and blood pressure while they waited. "Pulse and pressure normal," she commented. "Let's see the temperature in your little bum." Sarah let go of the thermometer and the nurse slid it out of Chad and wiped the end on a paper towel. "Temperature is normal," she pronounced, looking at it critically. "I doubt if you're sick, young man. Perhaps it's a bowel irritation. We'll have to take a look."

She turned to the side cabinet again and opened a drawer, fishing out a metal tool with a scissor-like handle. She took a dollop of Vaseline and applied it to one end, and then pressed it up against Chad's exposed anus. He flinched as the cold metal touched him. "Now relax and hold still, young man," she said. "This is going to feel a bit funny, but it won't hurt," she chided.

Sarah and Alan looked on in amazement as the school nurse slid one end of the tool into Chad's butt. "Now relax and push like you're trying to poop," she said to Chad, turning his ears red with embarrassment. Did she have to say these things in front of Sarah and Alan? "If you relax like I said, then it won't hurt, but if you fight me it will," she added. Chad definitely didn't want it to hurt, so despite how embarrassing it was, he pushed like the nurse said, and she manipulated the handle end of the tool at the same time. He felt the tool spread his bottom hole open widely and hold it there as she locked the tool. As promised, his hole felt stretched, but didn't really hurt. The nurse, meanwhile, handed a small flashlight to Sarah. "Shine this right up inside him," she said. "Move it around in a circle slowly so I can see everything." Sarah, again looking disgusted, aimed the light into the boy's opening, and shifted the light around the boy's insides as instructed. The pink tunnel it revealed disgusted her. Alan, on the other hand, was fascinated. He stood on his tiptoes to crane his neck and look over her shoulder, much more interested than Sarah was. "Bowel looks a bit irritated, but nothing out of the ordinary," she commented. "Your mother didn't give you a large dose of laxative this morning, did she?"

"Laxative?" Chad said questioningly.

"You know, something for constipation," she explained. When Chad still looked puzzled, she added, "You know, something to make you poop, like Ex-Lax."

"My mom went to work early this morning," Chad said. "I didn't have anything except some yogurt and orange juice. Oh, and some chocolate candy my sister gave me," he added.

"Chocolate candy?" the nurse said. "Did it have anything printed on top of it?"

"It might have, but it was kind of melted off," Chad explained.

"I see," the nurse said. "And are you and your sister on good terms? Does she know you're being diaper punished?" the nurse asked.

"She's mad at me," Chad admitted. "She's the one who blistered my bottom this morning. And she knows I'm in diapers in school – everybody does," he concluded.

"Okay, I think I've gotten to the bottom of this problem," Mrs. Gonzalez said, smiling at her own joke. "I don't think you'll have any more accidents today," he added, removing the speculum from Chad's bottom. Alan watched, fascinated, as Chad's anus snapped shut again, the muscle pulsing a few times as Chad experimentally squeezed his butt to try to make it feel normal again. His butt hole felt all weird inside. The nurse removed the stirrups and helped Chad down. "Off you go back to class," she said in a cheerful fashion. "I'm going to call your mother and talk to her about the chocolate candy your sister gave you. She can take it from there."

Chad retrieved his shirt and quickly donned it, then looked around the room. "Can I borrow a towel to wear back to class?" he asked.

"Don't be silly," the nurse said. "My towels all have to stay here, where I can keep an eye on them. I can't have them walking off. And I can't give you a diaper here – I'm all out and I haven't unpacked the new ones yet. You just get on back to class and they'll give you a new diaper there.

Chad looked at her helplessly. "But I'm naked – I don't want to go through the halls this way."

"That's enough backtalk from you, young man," the nurse said sternly. "I believe everyone in school has already seen everything you have, anyway. You are an argumentative one, aren't you? I don't blame Mrs. Rose for punishing you. You need a firm hand, I can see. Put your hands behind your head, right now."

Catching her tone, Chad quickly complied.

"Now lead this little boy back to class," she said to Sarah. "He obviously needs to be reminded who is boss, and not to argue with his elders." She took the reluctant Sarah's hand and guided it to Chad's genitals, forcing the girl to encircle his penis and scrotum in a firm grip. "Tell Mrs. Rose he has a minor rectal irritation, but I don't believe he'll have any more accidents today. Move along, now – I have work to do." She dismissed the children with a wave, Sarah leading the reluctant Chad by painful tugs on his genitals, Alan bringing up the rear, watching Chad's butt bob back and forth as he walked.

As they entered the classroom, Mrs. Rose looked up. "Well, is he well enough to continue in class?" she asked.

"The nurse said the inside of his butt hole is irritated, but he won't poop his pants any more today," Alan said in rough paraphrase. The class immediately roared with laughter as Chad's face reddened. Alan and Sarah guided Chad back to the diaper table, Sarah releasing Chad's genitals and looking at her hand like it had been holding a dead mouse. She grabbed a baby wipe and began scrubbing it. Alan took the lotion and began applying it to Chad's bottom, not bothering to don gloves. Chad stared at Alan warningly when he began applying lotion to Chad's genitals, but Alan coated his penis and scrotum quickly and made no effort to arouse Chad, only giving Chad's penis head a quick squeeze as he finished, then winking at Chad. Sarah clapped a diaper on Chad and taped it shut, and Chad was released from the restraints and returned to his seat along with his classmates.

For the next hour, the students worked quietly on math exercises. About an hour before lunch, the school nurse slipped into the classroom and walked to the front, whispering briefly with Mrs. Rose. Mrs. Rose got up and began walking toward the door with her. "I need to confer with Mrs. Gonzalez a minute," she said to the class. "Lindsay will be in charge while I'm gone." The two women walked out of the room.

Chad focuses on doing his assigned math problems so as not to give Lindsay any excuse to report him to Mrs. Rose. A few minutes later, Mrs. Rose returned, but stopped at the classroom door. "Mr. Henson and Mr. Delvecchio," she said sharply. "Will you come with me, please?"

Chad rose and walked to the back of the classroom, where he was joined by a worried looking Alan Delvecchio. Mrs. Rose led them out the door and down the hallway, her heels clicking on the floor as she walked so rapidly the two boys almost has to run to keep up. She turned into the nurse's office. "Mrs. Gonzalez, please show these boys what you showed me," she said without preamble.

The school nurse stood to one side, revealing a TV VCR combo on a rolling cart. She pressed a button, and the picture shifted, then resolved into a view of the nurse's office as seen from an upper corner of the room. Chad was standing naked and bent over, his butt facing the camera. Near him was Alan, holding the bar of soap. "We had to install this surveillance camera last year, when some boys broke in hoping to steal drugs," Mrs. Gonzalez explained. "I thought you boys were acting funny when I came back with the supplies," she went on. "So I pulled the tape to see if you'd been up to something."

From the far side of the room, the nurse's voice on the tape was saying "…we'll be about 10 minutes." Sarah and the nurse disappeared out the doorway. Chad watched in horrified fascination, Alan just in horror, as the events of an hour ago played out on the screen. Mrs. Rose looked at Alan with a deep frown as the boy pulled out his penis and peed down the drain, and frowned more deeply at both of them as they listened to Alan talk Chad into peeing down the drain himself. Chad felt some gratification that his butt was to the camera as he approached the drain, so that the actual act wasn't visible, but the sounds of his effort were very clear. Alan flinched as he listened to himself refer to Mrs. Rose as Mrs. Bignose. As the tape continued to play, Chad was shocked to see the Alan on the tape develop a visible erection while washing his butt, and was even more surprised to see Alan rubbing his pants and apparently cumming himself while making Chad cum. As Alan was rinsing Chad off, the nurse snapped the machine off and rewound the tape back to the starting point.

"Just what do you boys have to say for yourselves?" Mrs. Rose asked evenly.

Both boys looked at their feet, neither saying anything. "Nothing to say," Mrs. Rose said a few moments later. "Then I'll talk. Mr. Delvecchio, I am appalled at your behavior. First of all, you urinated on the floor of the shower, and then encouraged another boy to do so. Such behavior is disgusting and unsanitary – other people use that shower, and they don't want to walk in your bodily wastes when they do. But worse than that, you took advantage of another child who you had been put in charge of, exploiting him for your own pleasure against his wishes. Here at Marion Webster, we are highly tolerant of boys engaging in consensual sexual activity with other boys. In fact, we'd rather you pleasured each other than trying to corrupt the lovely girls who attend this school with your perverted desires. If Chad had invited you to masturbate him, or had agreed to have you do so willingly, there would not have been any consequences of your behavior. But you forced yourself on Chad when he clearly did not welcome your advances, and threatened him to make him comply with your wishes."

She turned to Chad. "Mr. Henson, you also urinated in the shower, and the tape clearly shows you did so voluntarily in order to avoid a later diaper change. You did so despite my explicit instructions that you were allowed to urinate only in your diaper during school hours as part of your punishment."

She now looked at both boys. "Urinating in the shower or anywhere but a toilet will not be tolerated in our middle school. Nor, Mr. Henson, will urinating anywhere but in your diaper when you are under a diaper punishment. For urinating in the shower, you both will have to be punished. Mr. Henson, your punishment will greater than you would normally get for such an offense because you disobeyed my explicit instructions."

She paused to let her words soak in. Both boys were barely breathing, and looked very, very frightened. "And Mr. Delvecchio, your punishment will be much greater than Mr. Henson's, because you were the instigator of the urination to start with, and because you forced sexual advances on a non-consenting boy who was in your charge. In fact, you will be receiving a more extensive punishment that anyone has received this year, including Mr. Henson's paddling two days ago."

She paused to let Alan take in that bombshell. Alan looked like he was going to faint. Chad just looked miserable. He was thinking that his mother was going to kill him. Who knows what she'd do when she found this out! She might even spank him on the front porch, for all the neighbors to see!

Mrs. Rose went on. "You boys push this cart back to the classroom. I'm going to show the rest of the class what you boys did, so they realize why you deserve to be punished. For your protection, Mr. Delvecchio, I'll stop the tape before the part where you force yourself on Chad, and I'll merely tell them that you engaged in other more disgusting activity that we're not going to reveal, and that Chad has been ordered not to reveal it, either. I don't want your sexual orientation to make you the butt of bullying, Mr. Delvecchio. Remember, we are not punishing you for that, but for forcing yourself on another child. You are welcome to have all the consensual sex you want with other, willing boys, as long as you keep it private. But non-consensual sex will always be severely punished. I will also be calling your mother during lunch break and recommending that she have a long talk with you about consent, and that she accompany that talk with appropriate punishment of her own."

"Noooooo!" Alan wailed, finally finding his voice. "Don't tell my mom! She'll whip me with my belt!"

"She should," Mrs. Rose said grimly. "At the very least. I'd do much more to you if you were my son. In fact, I'll make some suggestions to her when I talk to her on the phone. If she's smart, she'll listen to my advice. Now you two hush up and push this cart to the classroom."

The boys, both trembling and feeling weak, maneuvered the cart out the door and down the hall. They were pretty certain they were about to be bare-butt spanked in front of everyone! And although Chad had been spanked in class before, this time he was going to get spanked by a girl his age, who would be holding on to his privates as she did it! And if Jimmy had been telling the truth, probably squeezing as hard as she could!