Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 30

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 30
by Chadlad

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Chapter 30: The Lunch Show

The appearance of three naked 7th graders being led by their genitals to the lunch room created all sorts of comment. Kids shouted the news to other kids. A crowd of children converged to stare, comment, and pinch and prod the boys' butts. Everyone wanted to know why Jimmy's butt was newly spanked and blistered, but Chad didn't look that freshly spanked and Alan's butt was unmarked. Emily and Lindsay appeared to enjoy their status as those two boys' handlers, explaining patiently to the crowd of kids that the boys had peed in the nurse's shower and that they both would be spanked after lunch. "Just listen around 1 o'clock for two boys squealing like stuck pigs and that will be them," Emily added.

Lindsay noted that Alan would be squealing the loudest because he had done something even more disgusting than pee in the nurse's shower, but that no one but Chad knew what, and Chad had been ordered not to talk. Surprisingly, Emily defended Chad when children pressed him to tell them, anyway. "He's in my charge," she said primly. "I won't have you trying to make him disobey when he's in my charge." She yanked Chad's genitals for emphasis, and to remind him that she wasn't defending him for his benefit. He suppressed a yelp but kept his hands away from his privates, realizing with surprise that he'd come a long way already in learning to control himself and his temper.

One of the younger children pronounced confidently that she was certain she knew what he'd done. "He pooped in the drain," she said with self-assurance, "and this other kid didn't. That's why he's getting the bigger punishment, I'll bet. I've got a little brother, and he's always doing disgusting things like that." This conclusion seemed logical to the gathered children, and after commenting to Alan that he was truly sick for having pooped in the shower, the children dropped the subject, believing the mystery solved.

After Chad had obtained his lunch box depicting the caricatured boy being spanked on its side, Emily reluctantly released him and he sat down on the punishment chair. At least it didn't hurt to sit – not yet. He reluctantly but obediently spread his legs to let the assembled children have their look at his diminutive genitals. Not for the first time he regretted being so poorly hung for a 7th grader. He'd seen smaller penises on younger boys, it was true, but so far none of the 7th grade boys was as small and immature as him. Alan was seated beside him, also with reluctantly splayed legs, and Jimmy Chen next to him, his legs just barely wide enough to avoid being reprimanded by the monitor. It appeared that the 7th grade boys were the only ones being disciplined at lunch today, so the 4th chair was empty.

Chad discovered right away that his two companions were of much more interest to the other children than him – apparently his genitals were old news, and not all that interesting in their shrunken state. Alan's larger package, especially, was causing considerable pointing and giggling by groups of girls. Chad almost envied him, until he remembered that Alan was in even more trouble than him.

A sixth-grade girl stopped by their chairs to critically examine all three sets of genitals from close up. "You're just a little guy, so I know why you don't have any hair," she said, staring at Chad's genitals and tracing a finger around his penis. He tried to keep from flinching at her bold touch. She looked at Alan's crotch, with his hard penis curved and bobbing above the seat. She moved far enough to reach for his penis and trace a finger down its length. "But you've got the longest dick -- how come you don't have any hair and that kid does?" she asked, pointing at Jimmy. Alan flinched at her touch, making his penis jump to the delight of a group of 5th graders seated near the platform.

Chad explained helpfully that Alan did indeed have hair, even more hair than Jimmy, but that Mrs. Rose had shaved it off. "Bummer," the girl said. "I like boys with hair." She compared Jimmy's and Alan's genitals more closely. "I like your dick the best," she finally commented to Alan.

Jimmy glared at Alan, looking put upon. "How come you like his dick better than mine?" He asked. "I mean, I can see why you don't think much of Microdick there, because you can't even see his," he sneered, pointing at Chad. He then indicated first Alan's erect penis and then his own. "But look – his is all bent and lumpy. Mine is nice and even and smooth. How could you like his better?"

"I just do," she said, skipping away. A passing 8th grader heard the end of this exchange. "She likes his better because size matters," she said pointedly. "Everybody knows that." She looked at Jimmy's sausage penis and then Chad's tiny member with disdain. "I wouldn't even touch that," she said, pointing at Chad's groin. "I'm not into baby boy cocks."

Chad was thoroughly tired of his pride and joy being referred to as "baby." "Mine's not that little, it's just asleep right now," he blurted. "You should see it when it's hard."

"She certainly can't see it now," Jimmy muttered. The girl, who had turned to return to her table, stopped suddenly and returned to Chad's chair. She lowered her head and studied his penis more intently.

"I bet it's still little when it's hard," the girl finally concluded. "I bet it's not even 2 inches long when it's hard,"

"Is too!" Chad piped.

"We'll see," she said. She called over to a group of girls at a table on the right. "Jennifer, do you still have that cloth tape measure in your purse?" she asked, meanwhile reaching between Chad's legs and stroking his member.

A dark haired girl almost as wide as she was tall got up and waddled over, searching through a small handbag as she came. "Yeah, I've got it," she said, holding a small, tailor's cloth measuring tape out. "Never know when you're gonna need to measure somethin'," she added.

"Actually what I need to measure is almost nothing," she said, still stroking Chad's small penis. "I bet him he's less than two inches hard," she explained. She tickled the twisted little knot of skin under the head, filling Chad with confused feelings.

"While you're doing that, I'll just measure this little hunk for comparison," her wide friend replied. "He's stiff and ready!" She held the end of the tape to Alan's groin and stretched it to the tip of his thin, twisted member, trying to hold down the middle so she could get a more accurate reading.

Chad could feel the pleasurable sensations growing in him as his wiener began stiffening and coming out of hiding. He looked wildly for the lunchroom monitor, but she was on the far side and pointedly looking the other way, obviously willing to let the girl complete her humiliating comparisons.

Her wide friend was studying the tape. "I'd say 3 and 9/16ths," she concluded, letting go of Alan's boyhood. "Are you ready over there with the little guy yet?" she asked.

"He's coming along, but he's not all the way up yet," her friend replied. "Why don't you measure the kid with the fat little dong on the end?"

Jimmy bristled at being described as "the kid with the fat little dong," but sat stoically as the wide girl tickled his penis to full erection. In moments he was standing tall. "Three and a quarter," she announced, loudly enough for half the lunchroom to hear. Chad was fully hard now. He looked hopefully toward the lunchroom monitor, but she'd stepped completely from the room, now, obviously not wanting to halt the humiliation of all three boys.

The blond stopped manipulating Chad and motioned her friend over. "You measure him. That way they all get measured the same way." Her wide friend waddled to Chad's chair and placed the cold little tab of the tape against the base of his wiener, leaning over to look at the end.

"I'd say,…," she said, dragging it out, "One and 7/8ths!" The kids in the front of the classroom hooted in derision.

The blond girl yanked Alan's arm into the air, "We have a winner," she announced to applause. She turned to Chad, "See, told you that wasn't any 2 inches, dinky dork!"

"His name is Microdick," Jimmy added helpfully, still somewhat stung that Alan's dick was so much longer than his. But mine's still wider, and it's nicer, he thought to himself. Chad blushed with humiliation. He'd always thought he had 2 inches at least – it had looked that long when he'd taken the ruler and measured it himself! As the girls drifted away the lunchroom monitor suddenly appeared, acting totally unaware that anything had gone on.

Emily left her table and walked up to the boys. "Not even 2 inches, huh? That's hilarious!" She flicked Chad's erect penis with her index finger, making it slap against his groin. "I just want you to have something to think about while you're eating, Chad. I can't wait to get you over my knees. I'm going to spank your little butt so hard you'll think Mrs. Rose gives love pats," she said, smirking. "And I'm going to squeeze your balls the whole time I'm spanking your butt! I'm going to make you cry like a baby." She skipped away. Chad shuddered, trying not to think about being bare butt over Emily's lap in front of the class with his balls in her fist while she spanked his butt as hard as she could. His appetite, weak to start with, was now completely gone.

Lindsay came up shortly afterward. "Emily is bragging she's going to show everyone she's the best butt spanker and 'nad squeezer in class. So whatever she does to Chad, I'll have to do more and harder to you," she said, smiling graciously at Alan like she'd promised him a blow job under the bleachers. "Nothing personal – I don't have any bad feelings for you at all. When you're over my lap, you're just a butt that I have to spank, not a person. I have a reputation to maintain. There's no way Emily is going to do this better than me. So I'm going to have to seriously hurt you. It's not personal."

She smiled at Alan. "Emily the Priss. I like that. But I'm changing it to Emily the Bitch. It has a better ring. Within a week I'll have made that her new nickname." She turned to Chad. "I invented 'Microdick' for you, you know. It seems to be sticking." She turned next to Alan. "I just started a new one for you -- 'Whizzer.' Because you whizzed in the shower – I'm pretty sure that will catch on, too. And they're already calling Joey 'Horse.' It's a bit obvious, but well- deserved." She turned to Jimmy. "I wonder what I should get them to call you?" she asked. "I've been thinking 'Piggy,' because of the way you squealed when I spanked your little butt and squeezed your 'nads. Give it some thought." She turned and walked elegantly back to her seat.

Jimmy turned his back pointedly to the other two boys and began methodically chewing at his bread, wincing as he shifted around, trying to find a comfortable place on the deliberately uncomfortable chair. Piggy. Just great, he thought. Like any boy would keep quiet with that bitch squeezing his balls.

Alan, meanwhile, was looking extremely glum. "Sorry Chad," he finally muttered, barely loud enough for Chad to hear. "I never meant to get you into trouble. Who'd have thought they'd have a camera in there?" He chewed on his bread for a time. "And I'm sorry about the other thing, too. I was just so excited…" he trailed off.

Chad didn't comment. After a moment Alan spoke up again, keeping his voice low. "If I'd asked instead of forcing you, would you --I mean, would you have wanted too…" He trailed off again.

"No," Chad said immediately, causing Jimmy to look their way. He lowered his voice. "No," he repeated, keeping his voice low enough Jimmy couldn't hear. "I really don't like it with boys. It's just not the same. I wasn't just saying that – I really don't like it. I mean, I don't care if you like boys – I could still be your friend, just not that way. I only like girls touching me."

"Oh," Alan said, appearing crestfallen. "Like with Cynthia." Chad blushed that his crush was so obvious. Alan chewed and swallowed, then looked at Chad seriously. "Well, then I'm sorry," he said. "I thought you might be, you know, like me."

"Well I'm not," Chad said, uncomfortable with the issue. He paused a few beats, then added, "But did you have get me to do peeing thing? Now I'm going to get spanked, and my mom is going to kill me."

"Mine, too," Alan said. "She uses my own belt on me when I screw up. She caught me trying to depants my 5-year- old cousin last year and practically wore me out – she made me bend over with my legs spread, and once the belt even hit my dick and balls! And when I closed by legs and tried to protect them, she just spread them out and moved my hands and said that she was adding more each time I'd try to close my legs or protect myself. She said the longer I took to get back into position, the more spanks I'd get with the belt. She was mad because I forced him. And now she'll say I forced you." He lapsed into silence.

"You did force me," Chad said.

"I know! I'm sorry!" Alan said again. "I thought you were just being, you know, shy."

Tommy Henson walked up to the three boys sitting in the front. "I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it myself, Chad. Don't you get enough of being spanked at home without getting spanked again at school, too? Or did they paddle you again?" he asked.

"Microdick hasn't been spanked yet," Jimmy volunteered helpfully. "He's getting it after lunch. He peed in the nurse's shower. So did Whizzer, here."

"I thought you were Chad's buddy," Tommy said, puzzled. "Why are you all mad and calling him Microdick? I mean, he is a microdick and we all know it, but why are you saying calling him that?"

"It's his fault I got it! He's the reason I'm sitting here with my dork sticking out," Jimmy growled. "And thanks to Microdick here they're letting girls spank us now!" He glared at Chad. "I can't wait until Emily the Bitch gets you over her lap. I'm gonna laugh!"

Jimmy then had to explain to Tommy about the DA rule, and why Emily was going to get to spank Chad, and why Lindsay had spanked him. He also explained, indignantly, about the restraint methods the girls could use, ending by complaining, once again, "And then she squeezed my balls as hard as she could!"

Tommy shuddered in sympathy. "Hope Mrs. Johnson doesn't start doing that, too," he said. "Of course, it doesn't make much difference to me who gets spanked by who. I don't get spankings. But some of my friends might not like that whole DA thing at all." Tommy looked thoughtfully at Chad. "I wonder what Mom will do? I mean, peeing in the shower really isn't that bad. I think boys do that in their own showers all the time. Maybe she'll think that being paddled in school is enough."

"You think so?" Chad said hopefully.

"Naw, I'm just yanking your chain. She'll probably paddle your nuts." Tommy shifted his attention to Alan. "How come you're bald like Chad," he asked. "Your wiener is bigger than mine."

"I have hair!" Alan said in protest. "But Mrs. Rose shaved it off!"

"Yeah, he's not a baby like your brother," Jimmy added.

Chad's temper flared. "I'm not as big a baby as you – I wasn't the one bawling this morning! You cried longer and louder than I did even when I got paddled yesterday. And it's not my fault you got your fat little butt spanked, you stupid dork face," he said forcefully. "It was your big mouth spouting off about how your mother won't approve of any girl punishing you! Naturally the first thing Mrs. Rose would do was to show you she can make you do anything she wants you to. You might as well have just stood up and asked them to spank you in as humiliating a way as possible. So don't blame me that your butt and your balls hurt – you brought it on yourself by shooting off your big mouth."

Jimmy lapsed into sullen silence. Tommy tried diverting the subject. "Did Lindsay really squeeze your balls?" he asked.

"She didn't just squeeze them, she pulverized them," Jimmy said indignantly. "But at least my spanking is over with. I wouldn't want to be Microdick or Whizzer over there. Mrs. Rose pretty much told Emily and Lindsay that they could do anything they wanted with our balls as long as they say we were trying to get away. But who wouldn't try to get away if someone has your balls? We can't win. You guys wait until it's your balls that are getting squeezed." He looked at Chad. "It'll serve you right, anyway. You caused all this to start with by hitting that little kid."

Chad started to protest, but then thought about it and lapsed into silence. Jimmy was right in a way. It was his lost temper that caused the board to decree that all boys were to be spanked bare butt for the rest of the year. So he was, he guessed, responsible for all the bare butt spankings of all the boys from Kindergarten on up. He chewed on his tasteless bread for awhile. Finally, he muttered, just loud enough for the other two boys to hear, "Sorry guys." He chewed up another bite and swallowed it. He cleared his throat and plowed on, talking louder. "Sorry about ticking off the teachers and getting everyone spanked bare." Jimmy turned more pointedly away from Chad.

Alan looked more sympathetic. "If it hadn't been you hitting that kid, it would have been someone doing something else. I think we were all doomed to start with. Mrs. Big Nose likes looking at naked boys and spanking their butts. If you hadn't triggered her, Piggy over there would have."

"Don't call me that!" Jimmy said, jabbing Alan with his elbow.

"I'll call you what I want!" Alan replied, jabbing back. In a flash the lunchroom monitor descended upon them, yanking both nude boys from their chairs by their arms.

"Where are the 7th grade DAs?" she called. In moments Emily and Lindsay were standing at the front. "Restrain these brats and give them 10 of your best," the monitor ordered.

Lindsay chose Jimmy, her left hand diving toward his crotch and seizing his scrotum in an iron grip. He yelped as his testes exploded in pain. Emily imitated her action, seizing Alan's sack and squeezing just as tightly. Alan stiffened and yowled. Every eye in the lunchroom turned their way as both girls began spanking the boy's bare bottoms, reddening Jimmy's tortured flanks further and bringing bright red spots to Alan's light brown, previously smooth and untouched butt. The twin yelps of each boy reverberated around the room, punctuated by the staccato sounds of bare hands striking soft, bare flesh. Each girl concluded by squeezing her boy's sack and grinding the small orbs inside each sack together as they landed their final spanks, then releasing them. In less than a half a minute there were two sobbing boys dancing in the front of the room, clutching their tortured genitals and squalling.

Chad looked on in amazement from his seat in the front of the room. Jimmy and Alan had just gotten themselves spanked in front of the whole school! And from the way they were holding their nuts, they'd gotten squeezed good, too! He noticed Emily was standing by his chair, smiling. She turned her grin to him. "You're next," she said with a smirk as she and Lindsay went back to their chairs.

The lunchroom monitor was dragging Jimmy back to his chair and forcing his hands away from his genitals, threatening, "Do you want me to call them back, young man, or are you ready to sit and be good?" His precious jewels on the line, Jimmy stopped struggling and allowed himself to be seated on his now burning bottom, spreading his legs when prodded and trying to stop the tears from flowing. Alan was next to be threatened and prodded back to his chair, where he sat shaking and whimpering. The suddenness of their punishment and the explosive pain of it had sobered both boys.

Jimmy looked pointedly toward the far wall the rest of lunch period, sniffling now and then. Alan managed, after a time, to gulp back his tears and resume eating. He finally got the lump in is throat to subside enough to talk again. He turned to Chad. "I didn't know it hurt that much," he said, with a catch in his voice. "It was just her hand! My butt is on fire! And my balls won't stop aching!"

At this, Jimmy turned back toward them. "That was nothin'," he said hoarsely, shifting his butt in obvious discomfort. "Wait until you get your real spanking! It goes on forever, and hurts lots more!"

Shortly after that Lindsay, Emily, and Karla emptied their lunch trays and come to the front of the classroom. "Mrs. Rose says you guys are done. We're supposed to take you to the potty and then lead you back to the classroom."

The three boys stood up and Karla collected their trash and dumped it. Then they had to suffer the indignity of being led back down the hall by their genitals once more. That meant the experienced the mocking, pinches and caresses of numerous children on the way, all of whom had seen Jimmy and Alan get spanked by their female classmates and wanted to feel their hot, sore butts. Chad was ignored and would have been relieved, except that Emily was especially diligent about giving his genitals a good yank every so often to keep him moving along. The three girls stopped in front of the boys' room back in their own hallway. "Are there any boys in there?" Lindsay called. "If there are, get your dicks put away. Girls are coming in." She led Alan through the double doors, almost colliding with a bug-eyed little 3rd grader who was hastily trying to stuff his fat little wiener back in his fly.

"Get out of here, squirt," Emily ordered. "We have to potty these little boys."

"But I didn't get to pee yet!" the boy wailed clapping both hands over his still exposed penis. "I really gotta go!!"

"So go," Emily said, indicating the urinals.

The kid looked at her in horror. "I can't go with you watching!" he wailed.

"Too bad – you'll have to hold it until we're done," Emily snapped back. The 3rd grader's eyes widened even further. Liquid erupted from under his hands, soaking them and the front of his pants. He looked at his crotch with disbelief.

"You made me pee myself!" he moaned. "Now I'm gonna get into trouble!"

"You'll probably get spanked like us," Jimmy said cruelly, watching the boy's reaction.

The kid's eyes got huge and he gripped his genitals tightly. "Nooooooooo!" he squealed. He turned and fled the room, still clutching his exposed genitals.

"Now he'll probably poop himself, too," Jimmy said.

"That was mean," Alan said. Chad nodded agreement. "You girls were mean to do that, and Jimmy was mean to scare him like that."

"How were we mean?" Emily said indignantly. "He could have peed if he wanted to. You boys stand here beside each other and whip it out and pee all the time. It shouldn't make any difference if we girls are watching instead of other boys. Besides, Chad peed right in front of the class, yesterday, with 20 people watching!"

Chad looked at the floor, disliking being reminded of the humiliation of the day before, when he had indeed peed in a jar right there in front of everyone. Of course, then he'd only had to release his grip on his penis – his sphincter had already succumbed to the pressure of an overfull bladder.

"And I wasn't mean, either," Jimmy said. "I just told him the truth. What do you think his teacher will do when he shows up with pee all over him, give him a cookie?"

There seemed no reply to that, so the three boys were lined up in front of adjoining urinals, each girl standing tightly behind her boy and reaching around to hold his penis.

"Okay, guys, let it go," Lindsay said cheerfully. Nothing happened for an extended period of time. There was considerable squeezing of bare butts and shuffling of feet, but nothing emerged from the boy's penises.

"Come on, guys, we haven't got all day," Karla said. The boys shifted position some more and looked at the floor, but still nothing happened.

"I've got an idea," Lindsay said. "The first two who start peeing get to pee. As soon as two of you are peeing, the third one has to leave the bathroom and isn't allowed to pee."

Two opposing reactions occurred to this. Jimmy's bladder suddenly released and he peed powerfully until he was emptied, Karla enjoying aiming his stream around the bowl and then shaking him off and going to wash her hands. Chad's bladder, on the other hand, clamped tightly and refused to communicate with him. His heart rate accelerated. He had to pee, or he'd probably pee while being spanked! He strained and tried to relax every muscle he had, but it was difficult with Emily's fingernails scraping his tender penis. Suddenly Alan spoke up. "I don't have to pee, anyway," he said. "I peed my pants in class, remember? So Chad wins." He stepped back from the urinal.

Chad relaxed so suddenly on hearing this that liquid suddenly poured out of him, and before he could tighten up again he'd drained his bladder completely. Emily, always perverse, squeezed the last drops out of his penis with a milking action rather than shaking it. All three girls washed their hands, commenting on how disgusting it was to watch boys pee, and how much neater girls were because they didn't spray around all over like animals. Jimmy couldn't keep his mouth shut. "So shut your eyes if you don't like watching us," he proclaimed. "You say you don't like our dicks and our nuts and our butts and our butt holes, but you're the pervs who keep on looking at them!"

Karla responded by taking the boy's penis in an iron grip and lifting until he was on his tiptoes, yanking the yelping Jimmy out the door and down the hall to the classroom. Emily and Lindsay copied her. To Chad, it felt like Emily was going to yank his wiener out of his body on their way to the classroom. He and Alan each gripped their leader's hand with both of theirs, but could not protect their tortured genitals. In this fashion, the three naked boys were delivered to the classroom. Mrs. Rose wasn't present, but she'd drawn three circles on the board about a foot apart, and left a note on the board commanding the three boys to each put their noses in a circle and to stand there with their hands behind their heads and their mouths shut. The three boys were left standing in a row, Jimmy and Chad on the ends, Alan in the middle.

Some long minutes later Mrs. Rose entered the room, pleased to see three small boys standing in a row. Jimmy's blistered and red butt contrasted nicely with Chad's evenly pink cheeks and Alan's brown, only slightly marked bottom. That boy's bottom wasn't going to stay that smooth and untouched for long, she thought determinedly. She'd have Lindsay wear his bottom out. She recalled her talk during the lunch hour with Ms. Delvecchio. Alice Delvecchio was a single mother who'd become pregnant as a teenager with Alan, and had sworn off men since that experience. Mrs. Rose had considered her as a kindred spirit in that neither thought much of men or put up with much of their nonsense. She'd been somewhat surprised, therefore, when Ms. Delvecchio had laughed at the tale of her son peeing into the shower, commenting "Boys will be boys! They all pee in the shower. You know males, always marking their territories."

But Ms. Delvecchio had reacted quite differently to hearing that Alan had used his power over Chad to anally invade him with a finger and to manipulate him to orgasm against his will. "I don't mind one bit that my son is gay," she'd said pointedly. "I've known he is for some time, even though he hasn't come to grips with it himself yet. But he has to learn about consent. He forcibly masturbated my sister's 5-year-old son last year, and she had a fit. I talked to him then about how every sex partner, no matter what sex, has to be a willing partner. I also punished him with the belt, and I thought I'd gotten through to him."

"Clearly not," Mrs. Rose had replied. "I can send you a copy of the tape. He clearly inserts a finger into Mr. Henson's rectum and then masturbates him to orgasm against his will, and threatens to lie about his behavior if he tells."

"Blister his little butt, then," Ms. Delvecchio had said grimly. "I'll call Mrs. Henson and apologize, and we'll arrange an additional lesson for this evening. I promise you he'll never do this again," she'd said darkly as they closed the conversation.

She turned her attention to the Henson boy. That one was actually showing some improvement. She'd almost let this most recent infraction go. But if she lightened up on him now, the initial lesson would probably be lost. A nice little tune-up spanking from that Git girl would do really put him on notice, she thought with satisfaction. Besides, all boys and men needed to be reminded that women had them by the balls, figuratively if not always literally. It was a sure bet that Emily would finish the boy's spanking by grinding his little testes together, and if ever there was a boy who needed a lesson of this sort, it was Chad Henson. She'd just have to make sure Emily didn't get too enthusiastic in that regard – she didn't need any more complaints from the board. But she'd let the girl have her fun, as long as she didn't permanently damage the little brat.