Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 2

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 2
by Chadlad

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Chapter 2: Chad Loses Control

Suddenly, there was shuffling and murmuring in the hall, followed by the sound of the classroom door opening and the unmistakable sounds of a large group of children entering and whispering among themselves as they settled themselves on the ground at the front of the classroom. Obviously another class of kids was here, and from the sound of it, little kids. Why would a group of younger kids be here? Suddenly the truth dawned on Chad. They must be the classmates of the little kid he'd pushed that morning when all his troubles had started. He'd just been hurrying to make it to his homeroom by the tardy bell, and that clump of little kids was in the way, and he'd tried to get past them, and when they didn't move he'd just shoved a little! It wasn't his fault the little guy had fallen and hit his head on that bench. Then there'd been blood, and suddenly the principal was holding him and the school nurse was there and talking about concussions and the kid having to go to the hospital, and before he'd known it he was being hustled into his class and handed over to Mrs. Rose. He'd still been in shock as he'd listened to the principal explain that her student had viciously pushed down a third grade and that she needed to make an example of him, and that such violence would not be tolerated. He wanted to shout out that it had been an accident, and that it wasn't his fault, and that the stupid little kids shouldn't have been in his way, but he couldn't make any sound come out, and that's when Mrs. Rose had announced his punishment and sent him to the corner.

His supposition about the visitors was soon demonstrated to be correct. "Quiet down, children," he heard the voice of his old 3rd grade teacher say. "Now we all know why we're here – so you can witness the chastisement of young Mr. Henson, the naughty 7th grader who gave your classmate a concussion. Mr. Henson used to be a better behaved boy when he was in my class, but it's obvious he's gone down the wrong path in the last four years and needs to learn to control his temper. I expect you all to be on your best behavior and to pay close attention. You boys should be especially attentive, because this could happen to you, too, if you don't watch your step." There was a brief pause, then she went on, "Mrs. Rose, we're settled in and ready now."

That must mean it was almost time for his spanking! Chad's heart began pounding wildly. Too soon! It was going to happen too soon! He wasn't ready for the humiliation of being depanted in front of everybody, including a bunch of little squirts, and be whacked on his scantily clad bottom! If Chad had been able to run through the wall in front of him at that moment, he would have. Instead, he just stood there trembling, awaiting what came next.

"Thank you, Mrs. Whitney," Chad's teacher said, rising from her desk. "Mr. Henson, turn around and face the class." Slowly Chad turned, surveying the crowded room nervously. His classmates were watching attentively from their desks, and the group of 3rd graders were sitting on the floor in the front of the classroom. "Let us start by reminding you all why we are gathered together in the same classroom today. We are here to punish Chad Henson for his inappropriately aggressive behavior on the playground this morning, which some of you witnessed. For those of you who didn't, Chad lost his temper and pushed Joseph Rainey, a younger and smaller child, quite violently, causing him to strike his head on a bench when he fell. As a result of this, he sustained a painful head wound and received a concussion as well, and had to go to the hospital. As you all know, such behavior is not tolerated at this school. I'm sure many of you 3rd graders are friends of Joseph, as I understand he is very popular." Most of the 3rd graders nodded, some turning steely-eyed glares at Chad. Chad could see that none of them would be sorry to see him go into the humiliating bottom's up position over his teacher's lap – indeed, it appeared most were looking forward to it, if their sparkling eyes meant anything. One little girl in front, especially, looked like she couldn't wait to see him start crying. He scanned the room for a sympathetic face among his own classmates, but saw only eager grins from both the boys and the girls. Even his best friend, Jimmy Chen, looked flushed and excited, and not at all upset at Chad's fate.

Mrs. Rose was continuing her remarks. "Because of the unprecedented violence of his actions, Mr. Henson will would be spanked this morning and also paddled this afternoon. In order to make sure that both the punishments are painful enough to make a strong impression, Chad will be punished wearing nothing but underpants." This brought a chorus of giggles from most of the 3rd graders and snickers from some of his own classmates, followed by a smattering of applause from a number of 3rd grade students. Chad glanced around the room looking for a sympathetic face, but all he saw everywhere he looked were smiling faces that appeared to be eagerly awaiting his humiliation and pain.

Emily Git, sitting in the center of the front row, raised her hand. If there was one person in the classroom who hated Chad, it was her. She had seemed to enjoy getting Chad into trouble, ever since they'd started kindergarten. "Mrs. Rose," she said sweetly when the teacher acknowledged her, "wouldn't it be more fair if Chad took his underpants off, too? After all, sweet little Joseph didn't have anything protecting his head, so why should Chad have anything protecting his bottom?"

"He should have to take everything off," one third grader opined.

"Yeah, everything off," shouted another one of the 3rd grade boys, obviously another friend of Joseph. "And he should be spanked with a big paddle for an hour!"

In the front, a small group of boys started changing, "Everything off, everything off, everything off," and were soon joined by the rest of the 3rd grade and some of Chad's classmates as well.

Mrs. Whitney shushed them. "Given he has both a spanking and a paddling coming," she stated, "I think the underpants punishments Mrs. Rose has in mind are sufficient. A boy has to be extremely naughty to be spanked bare even in the 7th grade, and I know for a fact that Mrs. Rose's spankings are extremely hard and painful. Although," she added almost to herself, I can't deny that this lad deserves it." The other children's disappointment was palpable.

Mrs. Rose, now all business, turned her most forbidding expression to Chad. "Remove your shoes and socks, and place them in this box," she ordered. Chad kicked each shoe off using his other foot, then bent and picked them up, dropping them in the box. He then bent and grabbed each sock toe, one at a time, pulling them off and dropping them in the box also. "Now your shirt," she said. Hesitating until Mrs. Rose's frown began deepening, he finally steeled himself and his school uniform polo shirt over his head and dropped it into the box as well. His narrow bare chest and flat stomach immediately felt the chill of the classroom air, and he crossed his arms over it, hiding his small, almost colorless nipples but leaving his flat, almost "outie" belly button exposed. The ground felt cold on Chad's bare feet, and he flexed his toes against it. He shivered, dreading the next command. All too soon it came. "Take down your pants," the teacher commanded. Chad's hands hesitantly moved to the snap on the front of his pants, but then froze. He couldn't! He just couldn't! He gripped the front of his pants with shaking hands, but couldn't bring himself to unsnap the snap or lower the zipper.

"Young man, I must warn you that each failure to obey by you will cost you more spanks, and consequently more pain before your spanking is over," Mrs. Rose said sharply. With her left hand, each of his small, thin wrists and hoisted them over his head. With her free right hand, she deftly unsnapped his snap, lowered his zipper, and flipped the front of his pants open, exposing the front of his white briefs. Indicating a 3rd grade boy and girl sitting almost at her feet, she asked them to please pull down his pants. Eager hands gripped either side of the jeans, and without any ceremony Chad was suddenly standing with his hands over his head and his pants being drawn to his feet, with nothing but underpants between him and totally nudity.

"Step out, please," she ordered. Chad mechanically stepped out of first one leg and then the other of his pants. He was standing in front of his class in his underpants! He had never been so humiliated in his whole life! A quick glance at the students revealed his worst fears, their eyes were riveted on his midsection. They were staring at the meager bulge of his crotch. Some of the girls were smothering giggles and others were whispering to their neighbors. Even the boys were giving his midsection their undivided attention. Chad couldn't resist the urge to glance down at himself. His clean white underpants neatly outlined his trim little boy package. Even he could see where his small penis made the cloth bulge outward slightly, and his miniature scrotum created its own small bulge underneath. Everybody could see everything! With her free hand, the teacher grasped him by the shoulder and rotated him, so that his small butt was facing the class. As she did so, she smoothed the thin cloth over his butt with her free hand, traveling upward to snug his waistband a bit higher and outline his buns more clearly. As she snugged his underpants up, he could feel the cloth pulled tightly between his legs, and the cold air as the bottom corners of his bare butt peaked out. Although this exposed only two small triangles of smooth bottom skin, to Chad it felt like half his butt was sticking out. It suddenly struck him that those little corners of his butt were naked, and were going to be spanked with no protection whatsoever. He began visibly trembling.

Meanwhile, the teacher was studying Chad's bottom, examining the effects of her adjustments on his underpants. Her free hand traveled around to the front, where she adjusted the leg seam on the bottom left side of his undies, tucking it under his small sack where a bit of the wrinkled skin was slightly visible. She then snugged the front up, which raised the boy's scrotum slightly, making it more prominent through his underwear. The shift of the cloth upward also lifted his small, flaccid penis slightly, which made it point straight out and also made it more obvious to any onlookers. Satisfied, she rotated him back to face the class so they could see the results of her adjustments. Chad could feel every eye in the classroom, riveted on his small package. Involuntarily he squeezed his buns together, causing a small thrust of his groin and creating snickers in the classroom from several boys. He could hear one girl comment to another that he was acting like he could already feel the spanks.

"Before I start your spanking young man," she announced, "you may have a minute to apologize to both of the classes. If your apology is sincere enough, it's possible I might just go easier on you and shorten your spanking a bit." Chad whimpered and took a moment to catch his breath. "I'm sorry," he said in a voice that was almost a whisper. "I didn't mean to hurt him. "Please, do I have to have a spankin'? Isn't there something else I could do?" "I'm sorry," the teacher replied, "but a boy who has anger management problems like you do must experience great amounts of humiliation and pain in order to train him to control himself and to make sure that message is received. You should be ashamed of yourself – hurting a small boy like that!" she said firmly. "Frankly, Emily is probably right that you should be receiving this on your bare bottom instead of having those nice thick underpants to protect you." Chad gaped in disbelief. Thick underpants? His undies were practically see-through they were so paper thin. If he'd known he was getting spanked that morning, he'd have worn the thickest pair he could find. And he didn't even want to think about a bare-butt spanking!

"Please," he tried once more. "I don't want a spankin'. It's gonna hurt!" "Of course," the teacher said firmly. "Spankings are supposed to hurt. How else would you learn from them!" She scanned the class, enjoying their attention and approval of her pronouncement. "I think we've given you enough time to show remorse and apologize. Frankly, you don't sound very apologetic at all – all you're worried about is your own little bottom – you don't care anything about the little boy you hurt so badly. Therefore, I have decided this particular spanking is going to be an especially long, hard one." There was a murmur of approval from the combined classes. It didn't appear that anyone was unhappy with that decision.

"And remember that this is just your first punishment," Mrs. Rose added. "After lunch, you're going to get a well- deserved paddling on your already sore, well-spanked bottom. And if you think I spank hard, just wait until my paddle hits your little hind end!" Chad started sniffling, no longer able to hold back the tears. He'd forgotten about the paddling! His butt was going to hurt so bad! He couldn't imagine how much a paddle would hurt with nothing but the thin cloth of his briefs between it and his tender butt. Why, he'd be nothing but blisters all over, and he wouldn't be able to sit down for a week!

Without any further ado, Mrs. Rose sat in the spanking chair she had positioned in the center of the front of the class, which just happened to make it directly in front of Emily's desk Emily herself was looking slightly flushed and particularly pleased with her front row seat. Mrs. Rose released Chad a moment, just long enough to pick up the thick towel that all the teachers put on their laps before spanking the boys. Years ago their kindergarten teacher had explained during the first week of class, before hand spanking Sam Huber for the first time on his pants-covered butt, that all the teachers put a thick towel on their laps before spanking boys. She had explained patiently to the class, as Sam stood beside her shaking and trying to keep from crying, that when she spanked boys they usually cried like little babies, and she didn't want their snot and tears on her good clothes. Also, some began sweating from the effort of all their crying and kicking, and the towel protected her from that as well. "And," she had added at the time, "every few years one of you little boys is such a baby that he wets himself during his spanking, and I sure don't want that on me!"

Having settled the towel to her satisfaction, Mrs. Rose reached over and twirled Chad around, drawing him firmly down across her lap. Shoving him further forward, she adjusted his position. Still not satisfied, she pressed downward on his bare shoulders and pulled in his legs closer to hers, making his body into a gentle arc with his underpants-clad butt at the apex. His head and arms hung down to one side, and his legs hung down the other, the knees slightly bent and his toes resting lightly against the cold floor. She then gripped his left leg just above the knee and separated his legs so that his feet were wider apart than his hips. His shockingly white underpants stood out in the middle of his sun-browned body. (Chad had a swimming pool at home and swam daily in the summer, and his residual tan covered every part of his body but his swimsuit region.)

The teacher observed to herself what a satisfying target this boy's white clad bottom made. Although the lad was small and slight of build, his bottom was nicely rounded and firm and well-fleshed enough to make an excellent spanking target. He was trembling, as many boys did when over her lap, and she resolved she'd really give him something to tremble about! This was one boy who would dread any return trips over her knees for a long, long time! She reached down and grasp the waistband of the boy's undies, pulling them even more tightly, so that they snugged even more into the cleft of his firm bottom, outlining his little boy buns clearly. "That looks quite satisfactory," she said quietly. "I think you're ready." She straightened up and scanned the class. All eyes were on Chad. "Now remember," she ordered Chad, "a boy being spanked in my class must make no effort to resist his spanking. No trying to protect your bottom, and keep the kicking to a minimum during the entire time! You know the consequences if you don't! You may, of course, cry as loudly as you want to."

Chad indeed knew this teacher's rules about resisting during a spanking very well. Along with all the other boys in the class, he's see the result first hand when Gregory Swift had tried to escape her lap in the middle of a painful spanking the first week of class. He had managed to get himself off her lap and fall to the floor but got no farther when she caught him again. She had calmly ordered two boys from the front row to grab each of Gregory's legs, and two girls to grab each of his hands to hold him in position, then she had announced that Gregory's spanking would now start over from the beginning because it had been interrupted, and that she would add an additional spanking on the seat of his pants to be administered the next day as a punishment for his failure to submit to his original punishment. After watching Gregory wail through his spanking that day, and seeing an even more frightened Gregory wail even louder as the teacher punished his still sensitive bottom the following day, all the boys had vowed to never resist when being spanked. After Gregory had calmed his crying and been sent to the corner, Mrs. Rose had informed all of them that she had gone easy on Gregory because he was the first to attempt to escape, but that she would not go easy on the next boy who tried to do so. Chad still remembered here words quite well. "You boys are in middle school now, and you should be able to control yourselves, even when you're being spanked. The next time one of you little boys tries to escape a well- deserved spanking, I will do one of three things, depending on my mood. I'll either switch to the paddle immediately if you're being spanked, remove an article of protective clothing if you have one on, or add an addition spanking for the next day. So remember that, all of you! Resist or attempt to get away, and you get a worse spanking or even an additional one."

So Chad understood that any boy who kicked hard enough to prevent his spanking from continuing, or who reached back to cover his butt, or who tried to get away might lose his pants or underpants for the duration of the spanking, or have his spanking converted into a paddling. Extrapolating from that, Chad realized that if he were to kick or try to protect his butt, he might find himself suddenly getting paddled instead. Worse, he could lose his underpants! He'd be bare naked! He couldn't imagine what a spanking would feel like bare naked! And after the spanking, he would have to stand and face the class until he was done bawling! It was bad enough, he was going to do it in his underpants, but to do it bare naked would be so humiliating he wouldn't be able to stand it! Chad determined he was going to hold as still as possible, no matter how bad his butt hurt!

Suddenly, Chad became aware of an overwhelming urge to pee. He had not been allowed to go to the bathroom before class he usually did, but instead was hustled into the classroom to await his punishment. It didn't help that he'd drunk a 20 oz. soda with breakfast, either. When you added to that the intense fear of the coming spanking, the urge was almost overwhelming, and thinking about it made it worse. A burning urgency rose inside him as if the pee was a living organism trying to force its way out. Worse yet, he could feel his penis responding to the pressure by trying to rise, straining against the front of his tight underpants. Fortunately, his position over the teacher's lap all but hid the bulge of his privates, except to the students at the front of the left side of the classroom and the 3rd graders seated almost directly behind him, who probably could see his erection if they were looking in the right place. Waves of urgency built up in him, until finally his need overcame his fear of speaking up and his humiliation of having to admit to his need.

"Please" he managed to gasp out, "can I go to the bathroom before my spankin'?" He looked at the teacher pleadingly, while at the same time tightening his butt to fight the powerful pee-urge.

"No," the teacher replied, continuing to raise her hand to the spanking position. "Like all bad boys, you're just trying to stall. Everybody here is waiting for your spanking, and we aren't waiting any longer. You can just hold it until after your spanking, and after you're done crying."

"But I gotta go," Chad wailed.

The teacher paused a moment. "What is it you have to do?" she finally asked. She certainly didn't want to deal with a pooper – the resulting cleanup was just too much of a mess.

"I gotta gooooo!" Chad repeated, more loudly and urgently.

"But what do you have to do?" she asked, her hand still held menacingly above his scantily clad butt. "Do you have to go poo-poo or pee-pee?" Chad blushed at the childish words. He was in 7th grade, but the teachers still treated him like the younger child he appeared to be.

"I gotta pee," he said, almost whispering in his intense embarrassment of having to talk about such a private thing in front of everybody. Several 3rd graders giggled.

"All naughty boys think they have to pee when they're about to be spanked. Don't worry, you'll forget about it when I start burning your butt," Mrs. Rose said dismissively. "If you still think you have to pee after you've been spanked and stopped crying, I'll have one of the boys take you before you go to the corner. But don't you dare even think of wetting on me. Anyone who loses control during a spanking from middle school onward gets the diaper treatment!"

This was the first Chad or anyone in the 3rd or 7th grade had ever heard about the diaper treatment, but it sounded bad. "What's the diaper treatment?" a little girl on the floor asked. The teacher lowered her hand onto Chad's butt, caressing it gently as she answered, making it even harder to concentrateg on fighting the pee back into his bladder. His little wiener was rock hard now and was prodding the teacher's leg through the towel, a fact she finally noticed to her amusement.

"It doesn't happen often, but if a boy pees or poos himself during his spanking," the teacher said patiently, getting a laugh when she mentioned pee and poo, "we have to call the nurse to clean him up. We do not spank a boy if he has pee or poo in his underpants, because boys get little blisters during a good spanking, and we don't want the blisters to get infected. So when a boy pees or poos himself during a spanking, the nurse has to come and wash him off, so his spanking can continue. When you're in grade school, the nurse merely comes and takes the boy to her office, where she cleans him up in private and outfits him with clean underpants and pants if he's wearing them."

Several of the third graders were nodding – one of their classmates had wet himself the year before when being spanked, and had gone off sniffling with the nurse, only to come back later with different pants on to resume his spanking some minutes later. But to Chad's class this was all news, because up to this point none of them had ever lost control while being spanked. Mrs. Rose continued massaging Chad's bottom as she went on. "In middle school it's different. You boys should be able to control yourselves by now – you're not little kids anymore. Besides, it's possible one of you will get it into his head the he can get back at the teacher or get a break from his spanking by deliberately wetting himself. So to make sure that doesn't happen, if one of you boys wets himself while being spanked, the nurse will bring the diaper cart to the classroom and clean you up right here in front of the class. That means that a boy who wets himself will be undressed and washed off right here in front of everyone. And we don't provide replacement clothes for middle school boys who wet or soil themselves If a boy wets or soils his underpants, he just has to do without them. Once he's cleaned up, his spanking goes on."

"You mean if Chad wets himself he gets spanked bare butt?" Emily asked excitedly.

"Yes of course," the teacher said matter-of-factly, as if naked boys in school were a casual fact of life (as, indeed, they were from 7th grade onward). "If a boy has nothing to wear, we can't stop his spanking just for that reason. And since he has nothing to wear of course he would receive his punishment bare. I guess Chad here would be the first boy to be spanked bare in my class this year if that was the case, wouldn't he," she mused, almost to herself. It suddenly struck her that she hadn't spanked a boy on his bare bottom yet that year. Heck, by this time last year she'd already done two or three! Maybe she was getting soft. She resolved to do something about that by tomorrow. It was time to shake the boys up in here!

"But if he gets spanked bare, then we'd see his boy stuff and everything," another 3rd grade girl said.

"Yes, I suppose you would," Mrs. Rose said matter-of-factly, "because he would still have to stand in front of class till he was done crying and then sit in the corner afterward. You'd get to see his boy parts quite a bit in the following days, anyway, because if a boy pees or poos himself during a spanking, he is considered to have a diaper problem, and he has to go in diapers for three days afterward if he pees himself, and for two weeks afterward, if he poos himself. If a boy has been assigned to diapers, he has to come to the front of the class every morning when he arrives at school, remove his pants and underpants, and stand with his hands behind his head until a boy and girl are assigned to him for that day to put on his diaper and change him when needed. A boy in diapers is not allowed to use the bathroom. If he pees or poos in his diaper during the day, he must come to the front of the class and announce to the whole class that he has peed or pooed himself. Then the boy and girl assigned to change him strap him down to the diaper table, remove his diaper in front of the whole class, clean him up, and then diaper him again."

"You mean they have to clean poo off of him?" the girl asked, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

"Yes, if he poos," the teacher answered her. "But most boys just pee during the day, so cleaning him up isn't too bad a job. I haven't had a boy getting the diaper treatment poo in the diaper in a long time. But I have to agree with the principal that it certainly teaches boys to control themselves better in the future."

"So if I were you," she said, talking to Chad, "I'd tried very to take your spanking like a big boy and not like a baby." She raised her hand off of Chad's butt once again. Chad was more frightened than he'd ever been in his life. His spanking was about to start! It was going to hurt a lot! He glanced fearfully over his shoulder as his classmates leaned forward in anticipation. He cringed and tightened his buns as he saw the hand begin to descend on his almost unprotected butt. He heard the sharp crack of the spank on his left bun just a fraction of a second before the pain hit him. The left half of his butt was on fire! Chad gasped, and let out a little whimper, trying not to cry like a baby. He tried to catch his breath as the hand descended again this time on his right bun. Pain shot up his spine, and he let out an involuntary little cry. As he tried to catch his breath again and fight an even stronger urge to pee, the left side of his butt burned with even greater intensity, and he realized the third spank had landed right next to the first. Where the two spanks overlapped, the pain was especially intense. "Owwwwwweeeee!" Chad cried out loud, causing the class to giggle and cheer. A little dribble of pee slipped out of him, unnoticed by everyone but Chad, who was more focused on his stinging buns than on that fact. The fourth spank landed this time on his right bun, right next to the second and setting it ablaze even hotter than his left. "Owwwwwwww!" Chad squealed louder, as another little dribble of pee slipped out of him. This time he was more aware of it. It wondered, briefly, if anyone would be able to see the small drops on the front of his undies when he stood up later, after his spanking. He hoped not!

That worry was fleeting, though, as the fifth and six spanks came in quick succession, the teacher again alternating buns. "Waaaaahaaaaaaa," Chad squealed, breaking into full fledged crying while also arching his back and lifting his head with the pain. His cheeks burned with shame that he was already crying out like a big baby. Tears were beginning to stream down his cheeks, and he could feel the wet spot where his wiener tip touched his undies. He tried to bear down harder and hold it in.

As the next two spanks landed, accompanied by explosions of burning pain on each side of the boy's butt, snot began dripping off his nose onto his lower lip. He managed to clamp down on his urinary sphincter as each spank landed, so that no more dribbles of pee came out his wiener, but the tensing seemed to increase the sting of the spanks instead. He began to think he might be able to make it without peeing any more, if the spanking would just be over soon! Surely Mrs. Rose wouldn't notice a little drop! But then he remembered that Emily sat right in front, and that she'd surely enjoy pointing out any wet spots to his classmates, and she'd probably look right at his privates, too, the pervert!

Again this thought was fleeting, because Mrs. Rose continued methodically blistering his butt, alternating sides, spreading the spanks out but hitting the centers of each bun more than the rest. Chad was bawling like a baby now, twisting his upper body back and forth with each spank, involuntarily tightening his buns, and spasmodically kicking out his legs. His crying became more and more intense. The centers in each of his buns were on fire now, and tears were dripping off his face and landing in a small puddle in front of him. Snot streamed from his nose. "Pleeeeeeeease!" Chad managed to gasp out through his crying. "Pleeeeeease -- - No more ---- It hurrrrrrts! It hurrrrrrrrrrrts!" The children laughed at his pleading, some girls in front, including Emily, urging the teacher, "Give it to him harder!" A group of three girls on the side began chanting "Burn his butt! Burn his butt! Burn his butt!" a cheer quickly taken up by the entire class.

As if encouraged by their cheer, Mrs. Rose began spanking Chad even harder. He couldn't stand it much longer! She must be almost done, he thought to himself. He would not have believed his butt could hurt this much! Despite his shame of losing control in front of everyone, he was bawling continuously, begging and squealing. He had never felt such a sensation in his life! The thin underpants did nothing to protect his throbbing buns. Each new spank raised the pain to new heights. Now he understood why Jimmy and the other boys had acted like they did during their spankings. It hurt so bad!

At the same time that his butt just kept reaching new levels of agony, Chad had to fight continuously to keep from peeing his underpants right on the teacher. Every few spanks another drop would escape, and he'd have to clench all of his pelvis muscles to stop the rest from just flowing out. Suddenly, Mrs. Rose stopped alternating sides and laid five spanks right in the center of Chad's underpants clad butt, each one right on top the next. It was a favorite maneuver of hers, to suddenly build a flaming hot spot on the boys right on the place where they sat down. Chad let out a long, shrill squeal, contracting his buns violently to avoid more white-hot pain. That was a mistake – the contraction caused a squirt of pee to shoot out, and there was no stopping the rest once he started. Pee surged out of his bladder and through his rock hard wiener, just as if floodgates had opened. He couldn't stop it! It soaked the towel and the front of his underpants. He could feel the hot liquid against his crotch and tummy. The flow was so copious that it spread instantly up the bottom seam of his underpants, until the cloth between his flailing legs was also soaked. Immediately, a girl seated in the front left side of the classroom, who must been staring right up Chad's legs at his crotch bulge for the entire spanking, announced loudly, over his squealing, "Mrs. Rose, I think Chad has wet himself!"