Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 34

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 34
by Chadlad

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Chapter 34: Chad's Playdate

After having to suffer Emily's antics while he tried to make the skimpy punishment underpants fit him, Alan had to deal with putting on his socks and shoes. He discovered, as Chad had discovered, that his genitals simply would not stay in the pouch when he bent over. After tucking his errant genitals back into the pouch several times, Alan finally gave up and simply let his scrotum and most of his penis hang out one side of the pouch while he finished donning and tying his shoes. He straightened up, tucked his genitals back into the pouch, and obediently stood on the tape line. Seeing Mrs. Rose busy at her desk, Emily immediately reached over and flicked his pouch aside, dumping his genitals out and then giving his thin penis a yank. Alan stifled a yelp, not wanting to attract negative attention from Mrs. Rose, and stuffed his equipment back in. Emily immediately pushed the pouch aside again, dumping his genitals out. Alan tucked them back in, this time cupping his hands over his groin to protect them from her assault.

Mrs. Rose looked up at that moment. "Stop playing with yourself, Mr. Delvecchio! Is that all you boys ever think about?" she inquired archly.

"But Emily won't leave me alone," Alan pleaded.

"I was just trying to help him keep his little penis in the sack," Emily said innocently. "It keeps falling out."

"Was it falling out, Mr. Delvecchio?" Mrs. Rose inquired.

"Yes, but-" Alan started.

Mrs. Rose cut him off. "The only but I want to hear about is yours when it's being spanked! Do I make my point, or does my paddle have to do the talking?" she asked. "Now be still and keep your hands at your sides."

"Yes ma'am," Alan said, putting his hands by his sides. To the amusement of most of the kids in class, a section of Alan's scrotum was peeking from under one side of his pouch. He looked down at it, wondering if he dared to replace it. Emily interrupted his train of thought.

"Mrs. Rose, Alan's pouch still isn't fitting correctly. May I have permission to get up and help him?" she asked sweetly.

"Certainly, dear," Mrs. Rose replied. "I'm sure Alan would appreciate your assistance."

Alan definitely did not appreciate her assistance. Emily arose, walked around behind him, and then reached around his front and cupped his genitals with both hands, hefting them several times before letting the sack fall. She then slid her fingers under the sack on both sides, pressing inwards on his scrotum, digging her nails into the skin on each side until Alan winced and bit his lip. Then she stroked the bulge made by his penis several times. This latter move caused an immediate reaction – Alan's penis twitched and became half-hard, tenting the pouch and lifting it far enough his scrotum was now visible from both sides, along with a section of his penis. "That's better," she said, skipping around him and sitting down again.

Then it was lineup time, and Alan and Chad joined the back of the line and walked out and down the hallways together. Alan immediately began attracting negative attention, with girls stroking his sore buttocks through the punishment underpants and groping his pouch, immediately dumping his hardening genitals out. After trying to stuff them back several times, Alan just gave up, and walked out into the sunshine with his penis and scrotum hanging out one side. This just increased the attention he drew, as dozens of female hands and even a few male ones pulled and stroked his genitals as they worked their way through the excited crowd of kids. Chad was somewhat gratified that Alan was the center of attention, and he was completely ignored, except for a few calls of "hey, Microdick."

Alan wasn't the only center of attention in the yard. There were two other knots of kids centered around two other boys who were also trying to escape the yard. Chad could see a tall 8th grader with a shadowy mustache and a few scraggly chin hairs across the way trying to escape a crowd of girls who were holding out the back of his pants and taking turns cupping his butt. A third knot of kids were over by the grade school building, chanting something in unison, but the crowd was so large that Chad couldn't see who they were tormenting.

Chad's brother Tommy pushed his way into the circle of kids surrounding Alan. "Interesting new look, kid," he said to Alan. "But with the sun out like it is I think I'd show a little less skin." Alan ignored his remark, as he'd ignored the many other remarks sent his way. Cries of "Hey Whizzer, nice dick," and "Hey Whizzer, don't point that thing at me!" had echoed around him since they'd left the classroom. Alan kept pushing doggedly forward, wincing as rough hands abused his incredibly sore posterior and yanked on his hard, thin penis. Girls kept taking turns diving their hands into the back of his punishment underpants via the leg holes or the waist band, feeling the bumpy welts on his butt and commenting about how hot his bottom felt.

Tommy went on talking, ignoring the cacophony caused by Alan's passing. "You should have been in my class today," he said to Chad, bubbling with excitement. "Lee Fitzroy got spanked – you know, the black kid with the short hair and the big ears? Anyway, Mrs. Johnson made him take down his pants and underpants, and he didn't have no balls! None! He's got a sack, but it just clings to his crotch – there's nothing in it! Mrs. Johnson says that he has 'undefended testes,' and they're still in his body instead of his bag!" Tommy said breathlessly.

"You mean undescended testes," one of the girls from Chad's class said, while probing deeply between Alan's buns, trying to feel the welts on his butt hole.

"That might have been it," Tommy said. "I don't really remember. But it means he has no balls! None! He's always going around talking about how black folks have big dicks and how his dick is bigger than the rest of ours, and HE HAS NO BALLS!" Tommy shouted with glee. "You know how the boys sometimes rack each other?" he continued breathlessly, referring to the common practice of grade school boys of trying to smack another boy in the balls when he didn't expect it. "He never fell down, or grabbed himself, or anything when another kid did that. He always said it was because he was tougher than the rest of us. But that wasn't it at all – it's because HE HAS NO BALLS!"

"Is his dick bigger than other boys'?" The girl drilling uncomfortably into Alan's butt asked.

"Didn't look that big to me," Tommy said. "But he was all shrunk from being scared, anyway. And he has that pointy skin thing on the end, so it's hard to see how big it is, anyway. But he has no balls!" Tommy was dancing, like he'd just won the lottery.

As the crowd of girls around Alan was impeding their forward motion at the moment, Chad looked across the yard, where he could just see a dark-skinned boy's fuzzy hair sticking up in a sea of girls. Now that Tommy had told his story, he realized that he could understand what they were chanting. Over and over, the girls and boys were chanting, "No balls, no balls, Fitzroy's got not balls!' in a sing-song fashion. Chad shuddered. His balls might be small, but he at least had two of them!

Tommy danced closer again. "He has got a bigger dick than you, though," he said loudly to Chad. He danced away again.

Thanks for the news update, Chad thought sardonically to himself. Even kids with no balls had bigger stuff than him!

It was only after enduring many slaps and gropes of his almost bare posterior and constant groping of his escaping genitals, that Alan was able to get the school gates. Chad poked along beside, glad to be ignored for the moment. Alan carefully tucked his genitals away, feeling a little better now that they were out of sight and no one was touching them. As they reached the gate, Alan looked up in surprise. "There's my mom," he said. "She almost never comes to get me!"

"Mrs. Rose called her, remember?" Chad replied.

As they approached the car, they could see Alan's mother sitting in front, looking tight-lipped. As Alan opened the car door, his mother glared at him. "Get your naughty little butt into this car right now! She ordered. "I can't believe the belting I gave you a year ago didn't teach you anything!"

At her tone, Alan tossed his pack in and practically flew in the car door. He started to sit down, then rose abruptly with a yelp. "The seat's too hot," he complained. "And my underpants don't cover my butt! It hurts!"

"Sit down, Alan," his mother ordered, "and buckle that seat belt. I hope the seat burns your little butt good." Alan gingerly tried to settle his welted posterior on the hot seat, whimpering softly. His mother grasped the front of his shirt and forced him to look her in the face. "NO MEANS NO!" she shouted at him. "NO MEANS NO! IF SOMEONE SAYS NO, IT MEANS YOU STOP! IS THAT CLEAR NOW?" She shook him by his shirt and then dropped him, causing another yelp as his sore, almost bare behind contacted the hot seat. Mrs. Delvecchio looked at Chad. "Who's this?" she asked Alan.

"That's Chad," Allen said, almost in tears as he shifted about trying to east the pain that the hot seat was causing to his sore posterior. "He's my friend."

"Chad Henson?" Allen's mother asked in disbelief. Chad nodded. "Really?" she said. "He's still your friend after what you did to him today?" She put the car in gear. "He must be a very forgiving person. I believe we will see you later, Chad. As I understand it, you and your mother are coming to our house for dinner," she said, looking at Alan significantly, "and certain after dinner activities involving punishing my brat of a son."

Chad walked home with Tommy as usual, along with the usual crowd of other kids. For awhile, no one bothered him – they were too busy discussing Lee Fitzroy and his amazing empty sack. They were almost home before Tommy said, "Chad and that kid in the peeing boy pants got lickings in their class today, too! And Chad had to play with his dick in front of everyone because it was too hard for him to pee through it!"

The two girls with him reacted with surprise. "You played with yourself in front of class?" one asked incredulously, while the other one was saying, "It can get too hard to pee through it?" Chad tried a diversionary tactic.

"Alan got whipped with a paddle called "The Stinger," he said. "It has a bunch of little cords hanging out of it, and it made little welts all over his butt! And Mrs. Rose put a boy's underpants in his mouth to gag him!" Chad carefully neglected to mention they were his own underpants.

"Gross," the girls commented together. "Did they have poop on them?" one added.

"Don't think so," Chad said nonchalantly. "But she just stuffed them in his mouth to start with, so he didn't know what they were. He looked sick when he found out! He about threw up!"

The girls finally peeled off for their own homes. As Chad approached the door of his house, his pace slowed almost to a stop. He dreaded his reception at home. This was Thursday, the day his mother got home early. She'd almost certainly gotten a phone call from Mrs. Rose while she was still at work, so she'd know all about Chad's misbehavior for the day and the humiliating punishments that had followed. He stopped in front of the porch and tried to think of an excuse not to go in. His brother Tommy grabbed him by the arm and began dragging him up the steps. "Come on, Chad," he said, as if he were the older brother. "It doesn't do any good to try to delay things – you'd best just get inside and get it over with."

Chad shook himself loose in front of the door. "You don't get it, do you?" he complained. "You've never been spanked or paddled, or had people put stuff up your butt! It's never over with! You get spanked and it hurts so bad, and you promise yourself you'll never do it again, but you do it again anyway, or you do something else, and then there you are, getting spanked again! Only this time it's worse in some way – they use some new paddle on you, or they let other kids watch, or they squeeze your balls, or they let a girl do it! And you try so hard, but you still mess up, and then there you are, getting spanked the next day!"

"Well, at least you're trying," said a voice from behind him. Chad almost wet his pants as he whirled around to see his mother standing on the porch behind him. Where had she come from? He darted his eyes downward, but there was no paddle in her hand, and she didn't look particularly angry, either. He allowed himself to hope for a moment that she hadn't been called and didn't know anything about his day.

That hope vanished in an instant, as his mother went on, "Although I understand you weren't very successful today. Peeing in the nurse's shower! Talk about silly, stupid, childish things to do when you're already in trouble!" She shook her head in exasperation. "Tommy," she said, stopping her younger son as he headed into the house. "Wait here a moment. I need you to take some things inside for me." She turned to Chad. "Take your clothes off, son," she ordered. "All of them."

Chad's heart stopped. He looked plaintively at his mother. "Are you gonna p- p- paddle me now?" he asked fearfully. He clutched his still mildly sore butt with both hands.

"No, I'm not going to paddle you now, at least not if you continue to obey me. I understand you were already spanked in school, and for peeing in the shower that's probably enough spanking for now. Besides, I do think you're trying to do better. But you did get punished in school, and I can't ignore that. So you've forfeited your clothing and your right to privacy for now. That doesn't mean you won't be punished tonight. You're still being punished for your violent outburst earlier this week, and for being in diapers in school, so you'll probably get several punishments later. But right now I promise you won't be spanked unless you disobey. Now take off all of your clothes."

Chad's eyes darted frantically around the front yard and down the street. No one was in sight except a couple of kids playing way down the street. He could hear murmured conversation over the hedge from the house next door, but that was it. He didn't dare anger his mother by showing any signs of disobedience at this delicate moment. She might decide to paddle him after all, and then he'd still be naked. He took a deep breath and set down his backpack, kicking off his shoes and pulling his shirt over his head. He reached down and stuck an index finger in the back of each sock next, tugging them off and piling them on his shoes and shirt. He looked up at his mother imploringly, but she merely crossed her arms and began tapping her right foot. Tommy was standing to one side, so as not to block the view of anyone who might suddenly be passing by. Not wanting to push it, Chad unbuckled his pants and lowered them, feeling the cool air on his bare legs as he stripped them off and dropped them on the rest of the clothes pile.

"What happened to your underwear this time?" his mother suddenly asked, as she saw the familiar school punishment pants on him. "Uhhhhh, Mrs. Rose used them to gag Alan when he got paddled," Chad explained. "And Alan got them all wet slobbering on them while he was bawling. So she hung them up to dry and said I could have them back tomorrow," Chad explained. His head suddenly swiveled as he noticed movement on the street near the porch. Several kids of various ages and sexes had come out of nowhere and were standing by the sidewalk, gazing with rapt attention at the spectacle of a nearly naked boy standing on the porch. Old Mrs. Winston's head suddenly popped around the hedge as well, her watering hose in her hand.

Chad's mother hadn't noticed the audience behind her yet. "Well," she said, "that's one that can't be blamed on you. Now take those silly underpants off." Chad looked meaningfully toward the street, causing his mother to look around and see the children and Mrs. Winston. She smiled. "Hello, Mrs. W," she said cheerfully. "My bratty son got himself spanked in school again today, so I was about to look at the damage to his bottom and let it air out awhile. His bruises and blisters should heal better that way," she explained. "I'd do it in the back yard, but he shouldn't mind me doing it here, because he apparently doesn't mind having to get undressed in front of his classmates to be punished! This is the third spanking he's gotten in school this week!"

"One was a paddling, mother," Tommy said helpfully.

"That's right," his mother amended. "He's gotten two spankings and a paddling in school this week. So he should be used to being bare in front of others."

"Little boys are too worried about begin naked in front of others these days, anyway," said Mr. Winston, coming up beside his wife. "Why, when I was a boy, we all swam naked at the Y and in the old swimming hole, and we didn't care who saw us! I've always said that a boy should be proud of his pecker!"

"Edwin!" his wife chided. "Watch your language!"

"That's another thing," Mr. Winston went on. "When I was a boy we called a pecker a pecker! We all had 'em, and we didn't care if we had to show 'em! I remember when we used to have the polio exams at school. We'd all line up butt naked in the hall, and the doctor and nurse would examine us one by one. You didn't see anyone trying to cover up then, not even if a female walked by. We just thrust our hips out and let 'em look! Some guys had big ones and some had small ones and some had pointy ones and some had funny looking ones, but we were all proud of 'em, not ashamed of 'em like this generation." He glared at his wife, as if daring her to challenge him.

"Besides," he went on. "Boys keep their butts cleaner if they know people are gonna see 'em. Nothin' shames a boy more than folks seein' his skid marks! When I was a boy, if my butt was dirty my ma or someone else's ma would bend me over and wash my arse right in front of whoever was there! And they were rough – dug their fingernails right in there. It sure taught me to be careful!"

The children at the curb stood rooted to the spot, listening with amazement at this interchange. Chad's mother turned back to him, noticing that he was still standing there in his underpants. "Take off your underpants, now!" she said through gritted teeth. "Or so help me, I'll sit down on this porch and paddle your bare butt right here in public until sundown!"

Chad took a deep breath. It was the moment of truth again, he thought. Here I am taking my underpants off in front of a whole crowd again. Pretty soon everyone in the whole world will have seen my wiener and butt, he concluded. Unable to stall any more, Chad slipped his underpants off, bending down to pick them off his feet and lifting them quickly so they shielded his genitals. "Put them on the pile," his mother ordered sternly. "Hands behind your head, and face the street!" Breathing deeply, Chad locked his fingers behind his head and turned to face the watching audience. The kids on the sidewalk, all of whom were younger than him, broke into spontaneous applause. One of the girls wolf-whistled and called, "Can Chad come out and play?" causing laughter from the rest of the children.

Chad blushed all the way down to his chest. Mr. and Mrs. Winston walked around the hedge to the foot of the porch. Mrs. Winston cackled. "He's a cute little bugger, isn't he? You ought to go around like that all the time, youngster! Let us old folks enjoy looking at you and your cute little dinger!" She looked critically at Chad's exposed genitals. "How old is the little fellow now, anyway? Ten? Eleven?"

"He's almost 13," Chad's mother responded automatically. "He's in 7th grade."

"Kind of small for a 7th grader, aren't you, young fella," Mr. Winston boomed. "Why, when I was your age, my pecker hung down to here!" he said, indicating an improbable length with his hand.

"If it was that long, he'd have had to fling it over his shoulder to keep it from dragging on the ground," Tommy muttered.

His mother looked at him indulgently. "Take Chad's clothes inside to the hamper," she said. "He'd done with them today. And bring out the sunscreen when you come back." She turned to Chad. "Put your shoes back on, son. I need you to mow the lawn. Then Tommy will give you your bath and you and I and Tommy are going to the Delvecchio house for the evening. She wants us to witness her son being punished, so you'll receive your evening punishments there, too, in front of her son. It will do you both good."

Chad looked at the children on the sidewalk. Several more girls and one boy had joined the group. He noticed Serena was one of the girls who'd come up. He squatted down and started putting on his shoes, uncomfortable with the way his genitals hung down between his legs in plain sight as he did, yet also uncomfortable that they looked so tiny dangling there. There was just no position you could put your body in when you were naked that didn't expose something humiliating, he thought to himself.

He looked up at his mother. "Do I have to mow the law naked?" he asked plaintively.

"Yes, you do," his mother said. "It's your punishment for shaming the family by your behavior today. Frankly, I don't think peeing in the shower is a big deal, or I'd paddle you, too. But your teacher made it a problem so it becomes my problem, too. The thing is, you knew you weren't supposed to and it was against school rules, but you did it anyway. Maybe this rule is silly, but you have to learn to follow the rules, even the silly ones you don't understand. An hour sweating naked in the front yard where everyone can see your humiliation ought to be about enough punishment. And you can show off that red butt of yours so everyone can see you got spanked!"

Chad's mother turned him around, so that the crowd could see his bright pink butt with its healing blisters from previous spankings. Mrs. Winston spoke up. "That's puttin' color in his cheeks! More of these young boys need a taste of that these days!"

Mr. Winston agreed. "Why, when I was a boy, my Da used to spank us every Sunday afternoon for all the stuff we'd done that week. Judgment Day, we kids called it. We'd come home from church and strip off our clothes, and then he'd take us over his knee one by one and whale away at us until we'd been properly punished. He did us all 5 of us at the same time, me, my 2 brothers, and both my sisters. Of course, kids weren't so modest back then, and parents weren't afraid to be parents."

Chad tried to imaging a row of kids waiting in the living room to be spanked, butt naked boys mixed in with equally naked girls. He tried to picture a naked girl being spanked, but found it difficult as he realized he had no idea just how a naked girl should look when bent over for a spanking. He'd seen Playboy centerfolds, but they were grown up women, not girls. He wondered if girls' bottoms looked just like boys before they started growing. And they wouldn't have hair between their legs like the girls in the magazine, would they? If they were young enough, they'd be as bald as he himself was. You'd be able to see their girl parts without anything in the way. He thought about his view of Alan's spanking that afternoon. If a girl was in that same position, her butt and her poo hole should look a lot like a boy's, he thought. But instead of that bulging bag between the legs there'd be – what? Some sort of furrow, obviously, but what did it look like in girls his age? The girls in the magazines always had their furrows – their pussies, he corrected himself, trying to be more grown up -- spread open, with pink stuff sticking out. Would younger girls look like that, too? He wondered for a moment if he could somehow persuade Cynthia to let him look at hers. He finished tying his shoes, discovering, to his chagrin, that this line of thought had given him the beginnings of a hard on. He stalled with his laces, willing it to go down, but just then Tommy burst back out the door.

"Got the sunscreen," he announced.

"Good, said his mother. She scanned the growing crowd of kids on the lawn by the porch. "Serena," she said. "Could you be a dear and come up and put sunscreen on my son? He's pretty light skinned and I'm afraid the sun will burn him in a delicate area if he doesn't have it. I don't trust him to put sunscreen on himself – he might miss a spot."

"He's already burned in a delicate area -- his butt!" a girl from the street announced, to general laughter.

Serena bounded up the steps and snatched the bottle from Tommy's hands, squirted a quantity on her own palm, and began dabbing it on Chad's face. Gaining confidence, she used her palm to smear it on his neck and shoulders, working downward on both sides of him. Chad withstood her touch stoically, but his penis had other ideas, growing steadily as she massaged his body. By the time she'd reached his waist, it was standing straight out.

Serena hesitated, then skipped over his underpants area and began rubbing lotion into his legs and feet. As she stood up, Chad's mother commented, "You missed his diaper area. Look how white that part of him is! He's going to get the mother of all sunburns if you don't cover it well." The kids on the street laughed as she said "diaper area," as she had hoped they would. She wanted this to be as humiliating for Chad as possible, so he'd try harder to be good.

Hesitantly, Serena squeezed out more lotion and began rubbing it on Chad's reddened buttocks. "Get it all the way in," Chad's mother urged. "He'll have to bend down repeatedly to empty the mower bag and to move things, and he'll sunburn his little crack and his bum-bum if you don't cover it. Serena obediently slid her hand between Chad's buttocks. Chad could feel her fingers tracing his butt hole and down between his legs, her finger tip slipping into him twice as she pressed the lotion into his skin. "Face forward, Chad," his mother ordered. "Let her get your front."

Chad slowly turned to face the watching kids, causing a sensation when they spied his erect penis. "Hey, Henson, how come you got a boner?" one of the Bascomb girls yelled. "You want to bone Serena or something?" Chad knew that boning had something to do with sex and girls and boners. He thought it meant rubbing your wiener up and down the girl's slit, but he wasn't completely sure. He might have a better idea how boning worked if he could actually see a girls' parts in person, he thought. He considered again how unfair it was that girls all over got to see him and Alan and Jimmy and even Joey's genitals, but he didn't get to see any naked girls.

Serena was covering the area around his genitals now, working inward. Chad held his breath as she finally began rubbing lotion on his balls, working the lotion into his sack. She covered them thoroughly but quickly, begin careful not to squeeze his small orbs too hard. She then used her fingertips to cover his erect penis, making it jump repeatedly, but finishing too quickly for her touches to become too intense.

"He's all done," she said brightly, handing the lotion to Tommy.

"Good," said Chad's mother. "Now go get the mower, young man, and mow this yard. "I'm going to sit on the porch swing and watch until you're done."

"I still think you ought to give him a good hiding, too," Mr. Winston put in. "When I was a boy, if you got in trouble at school, you got twice as much when you got home!"

"I still may do that if he doesn't get to work right now," Mrs. Henson said threateningly.

Chad jumped and lowered his hands and looked dubiously at the gathered crown of children. "Mom?" he asked over his shoulder tentatively.

"What?" she asked. "Didn't you hear my instructions?"

"Yes," he said. "But can you make them go away? They're all just standing there, looking at me!"

"It's a public street," she replied. "Anyone can stand there if they want to. Now get that mower going, or Mr. Paddle is coming out!"

Chad hesitated again. "Mom," he asked. "Can I go to the bathroom before I start? I really gotta go!"

"So bad you can't wait?" she asked. "Isn't that what got you into trouble today to start with?"

"I know," Chad said, dancing. "But I really gotta go!"

"All right, if you have to go so bad, you may come over here and pee off the front of the porch, into the bushes," she decided.

Chad looked over at the sidewalk, where the kids were still congregated. "Aww, Mom, do I have to go in front of them?" he begged.

"If you have to go, that's what you'll do. Otherwise, get that mower going," she said with finality.

"I guess I can hold it," Chad said, though his urinary sphincter was burning with urgency again. He moved slowly to the porch steps, reaching to cup his genitals and hide them from view.

"No playing with yourself, Chad," his mother chided. Chad pulled his hand away from his crotch like he'd had been shot. Letting his wiener swing freely, he walked down the porch and retrieved the mower from its spot underneath. He checked the gas and walked to the side of the house to get the bin they used for yard clippings. His mother was big on composting.

Mowing was an experience in continuous humiliation. Kids followed him around and watched him from every angle as he worked. He was acutely aware of how his wiener and bag projected as he leaned forward into the mower to push it, and he quickly discovered that when he bent over to empty the bag over and over again that, no matter which way he faced, someone was always behind him where he or she could look at Chad's exposed anus as he bent over. Sweat rolled down his body and dripped off the end of his penis. The few remaining blisters on his butt burned as the salt from his sweat penetrated them. The need to pee kept his wiener hard the whole time, making it bob comically as he worked. The base of it burned with his need to pee.

Finally he finished and put the mower away, dragging the compost bin to the back. He looked around – no one was visible, and he had his back to the house, blocking view of his penis. Picking up the compost bin, he held it over the compost pile. At the same time, he relaxed his sphincter and peed into the pile, the new compost covering the evidence. The drips on the end of his penis would just look like sweat, he reasoned as he put the bin away. He was relieved that there was still no one visible as he left the pile, his small penis immediately shrinking rapidly. By the time he'd walked slowly around the house and was approaching the porch tentatively, it had become a small button. His mother was talking to several adults who had come by while he was working. From their conversation as he approached, there appeared to general approval of his having to be naked while he worked, as well as a strong groundswell of opinion that he needed another good spanking. "Mom, I'm done," he said. "Can I go inside now?"

Chad's mother surveyed the lawn, then looked at him, frowning. Something wasn't right, but she couldn't place it. She finally gave up trying to put her finger on it and answered him. "Very good, Chad. Yes, you may go inside. Tell your brother to bathe you – we have to go to the Delvecchio's house soon." As Chad started up the steps, his sister Beth came sauntering up the walk, smiling as she saw him standing butt naked outside, sweating from work. Chad's mother glanced up and spotted her.

"Beth, I'd like a word with you in private, please. Come to my room." Chad opened the door and went inside, his mother and Beth following. Outside, the crowd began dispersing.

"Upstairs for your bath now, young man," his mother said. Chad proceeded down the hall to his and Tommy's room while his mother and Beth turned the other direction, towards their rooms. "So what's this I hear about you having given Chad some 'chocolate?'" she was asking as they disappeared into his mother's room and the door closed.

Chad entered his room where he found Tommy lying on his bed, bouncing a ball against the wall. "You have to give me a bath," he said reluctantly, knowing the humiliations that baths always meant.

"You have to give me a blowjob," Tommy replied, rising and stripping off his pants and underpants, then standing in front of his brother with his legs apart and his groin thrust forward, his genitals on proud display. Chad sighed and got on his knees in front of his brother. Tommy's penis was standing straight up as usual. As Chad pulled it toward him, a drip of moisture glistened on the tip.

"It's got pee on it," Chad complained. "Wipe it off first!"

Before Chad could react, Tommy grabbed him by the back of his head and wiped his own penis across Chad's lips. Chad sat back, spitting and wiping furiously at his mouth as Tommy bent down and clutched his knees with laughter.

Chad was sputtering with indignation. "You said you wouldn't do that," he said, swiping furiously at his mouth. "You said you wouldn't pee when I was sucking you!"

Tommy continued laughing, almost in hysterics now. "Quit carrying on – that was just water from my water bottle," he giggled. "I dabbed it on there while you were getting down on your knees! You should have seen your face!'

Chad stopped sputtering and looked at Tommy with a distrustful expression. Tommy showed him the water bottle he had hidden behind his back. Chad sighed and got back on his knees in the humiliating position in front of his brother's groin. "Look, Tommy," he finally said. "I hate sucking you. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it! I hate the way you taste, and I hate the way you feel in my mouth, and I hate the way you jam yourself all the way in my mouth when you cum, I hate the stupid grunting noises you make when you do, and I hate that you squirt your stuff in my mouth when you're done! About the only thing that keeps me from throwing up is that you said you wouldn't pee in my mouth. So would you stop making jokes about it? 'Cause if you don't, I swear next time I'll throw up right on your wiener and balls!

Tommy looked at Chad appraisingly. Finally he spoke. "How much do you hate it?" he asked. "Do you hate it more than getting bare butt spanked? Because Mom said I can do that, you know. Would you rather I spanked your little bare butt until it's red all over?"

"No!" Chad replied hotly. "I hate spankin's worse. You don't understand, Tommy, because you've never been spanked. It hurts! It hurts worse than you can imagine. It hurts worse than anything, because you don't just hurt and then it's over, like when you cut yourself or stub your toe or something. Whoever's spankin' ya just keeps whacking your butt over and over, and every spank hurts worse until you can't stand it, but you can't get up or you'll get even more, and you don't want to cry but it hurts so bad that you can't help it, and then everybody makes fun of you for crying!" Chad finished, looking at his brother with pleading eyes. "And you know that the person doing it is enjoying making your butt hurt, and enjoying making you cry, and so you try not to give them the satisfaction, but they always win because they can just keep whacking your butt until you do!"

"Okay, so sucking my dick isn't as bad as a bare-butt spanking. How about getting hit in the balls? I heard in school that you had to go to the boys' room with that big kid, Joey What's-his-name, and take your pants down and let him hit you in the balls. Would you rather I hit you square in the balls than suck my dick?"

"No," Chad admitted.

"How about having to sit on the punishment stool with that peg up your butt with the burning lotion on it? Would you rather have to do that than suck my dick?" Tommy challenged.

"No," Chad admitted again, "But…"

"And I bet you'd rather suck my dick than be paddled on your wiener, or than have to take that water tube up your butt on the back porch with all the neighbors watching you poop. I bet you'd rather suck my dick than have me flick your nuts with my finger, or than having to kiss my butt hole. I bet you'd rather suck my dick than do any of those things!" Tommy said confidently.

"Well, yeah, but.." Chad said.

"But nothing. It's your butt, brother, not mine. I'm doing you a favor by making you suck me rather than doing all those other things you hate worse," Tommy said threateningly. "So, Mr. Scared-of-Pee, if you complain one more time about having to suck me, I'll do one of those other things you hate more instead, and then I'll make you suck me anyway! I mean it! Now shut up and get sucking!"

Chad looked at his brother's determined face and sighed. "I'm not complaining," he said. "Just please stop with the pee jokes, okay? It's disgusting!"

"Did I just hear my brother say he wanted a spanking?" Tommy asked, his face darkening.

"Noooooooo!" Chad said blanching. "Please, please don't spank me! Look, I'm sucking you – I'm doing it right now!" He grabbed his brother's hard penis and took it all in his mouth, burying his face in his brother's groin, sucking vigorously and twirling the rubbery shaft with his tongue for all he was worth. It was over in seconds, as usual, but those seconds crawled forever to Chad, who was almost paralyzed in fear that he was about to get a long spanking from his angry brother. Once again the velvety-skinned but rubbery hardness grew in his mouth as he sucked and tongued his brother's hard on, trying to speed his climax. His brother, as usual, gripped his head so he couldn't withdraw as he slammed his pelvis into Chad's face and deposited his two small spritzes of liquid into the back of Chad's throat. Still holding his brother's ears, Tommy calmed his breathing and spoke to Chad. "Now suck all of your spit off me as you take it out of your mouth, and maybe I won't spank your bare butt for complaining this time," he ordered.

Chad wrapped his lips around his brother's shaft and sucked and swallowed vigorously as his mouth slipped off his brother's shrinking organ. Tommy patted him on the top of his head as he withdrew. "Good Chad," he said. "Good boy." Tommy pulled off his shirt, standing proudly naked before Chad. "Time for bathies," he said brightly. "Race you to the bathroom!"

Tommy was gone before Chad had even gotten to his feet. He walked down the hall to find that his brother was filling the tub and adding bubble bath. "I'm getting in with you," Tommy said, as Chad frantically rinsed his mouth with mouthwash. He couldn't ever seem to get that taste out of his mouth afterward. "Mom said we're going out to that kid's house for dinner and to watch you and that Alan kid get punished!"

Tommy stood behind Chad as he washed him this time, but he didn't stint on the job. He still forced Chad to bend over while he washed his brother's butt three times, and despite Chad's protests that his butt was sore from having a plug in it, his brother still coated his finger with soap and roughly reamed out Chad's butt hole not once, but twice. He washed Chad's genitals quickly, as if he didn't like touching them, and to Chad's relief did not make him jerk off, so Chad knew an immediate after bath spanking probably wasn't on the schedule. That, of course, would not preclude a later spanking at Alan's house, he realized.

Just as both boys were getting out of the tub, the door burst open and their mother and sister walked in. Tommy squealed and grabbed for a towel. Finding none nearby, he clutching his genitals and hid behind Chad. "MOM!" he complained. "I'm naked!"

"This will just take a minute, dear," his mother said. Chad, who'd been naked all day anyway, didn't make any effort to cover himself, but just stood on the bathmat, dripping.

"Your sister has something to say to you, Chad" his mother continued. She looked at Beth pointedly.

"I'm sorry I gave you Ex-Lax today and told you it was chocolate," his sister said, blushing. "It was wrong of me to do that. I just thought it would be funny if you had to poop in class and be changed. But I shouldn't have done that. You're trying to be good, and I should help you, not make it harder. I'm sorry." Their mother nodded. It was clear Beth had been forced to practice this speech before coming in.

"Your sister will be thoroughly punished for her misbehavior, Chad," his mother said.

"Are you gonna spank her?" Tommy said excitedly. "Can I watch?"

"Of course I'm not going to spank her. Spanking is much too barbaric for most girls, and even for more sensitive boys. Beth is usually a sensible girl who can control her behavior and doesn't need painful punishments the way boys like your brother do. Although I'd probably spank her if she did such a thing again, I'm sure she's not going to. And even if I did decide at some point to spank your sister, I wouldn't let you little heathens watch. Except in extreme circumstances, girls should be spanked in private. Beth, tell Chad how you're being punished," their mother replied.

Beth colored further. "I got grounded for a week," she said quietly.

"That's right," their mother said. "No TV, o music, no cell phone, and no going out for a week! Now what do you say to your brother?"

"I'm sorry," Beth repeated. "I won't do it again." The two females left the room. Tommy heaved a sigh of relief and began drying himself.

"She almost saw my dick!" he said with embarrassment. Chad decided there was no point in mentioning that everyone saw his own dick all the time. Tommy would just dismiss that as his due. Tommy looked out the door to see if the hall was empty. "Coast is clear," he said. "I'll beat you to the room!"

Tommy not only beat Chad to the room, but he held the door when they got there so Chad couldn't get in. After begging his brother to open the door, Chad finally sat down outside of it, remembering as he landed that his butt was still sore from being spanked repeatedly over the last few days. He rose again, standing awkwardly in the hall. His mother's voice came up the stairs. "Hurry up, boys," she called. "We have to get going. Chad, put on clean underpants. You don't need anything else, just underpants. But they'd better be spotless, and you'd better keep them that way, or you won't even have them!"

"Oh, and one other thing," his mother continued a moment later. "Mrs. Winston stopped by and told me what you did in the compost pile. You can expect a good hard spanking tonight for that, and some major humiliation, too! I was going to ignore the peeing in the nurse's shower thing. I thought it was just an isolated incident, and after you got spanked in school you'd know better. But then you turn around and deliberately defy me by peeing in the back yard when I'd specifically told you that you would have to wait until the mowing was done. I really don't mind the peeing in the compost thing so much, because it probably just raises the nitrogen levels and makes it better compost, but I do mind you deliberately disobeying me!"

Great, Chad thought, his heart sinking. She's got spies everywhere. Not only do I get to ride halfway across town practically naked, but I'm gonna get spanked in front of Alan and his mother! He had a darker thought. When he'd received a major punishment from his mom, she'd invited a whole group of people to watch and help punish him. He hoped there wouldn't be any other people at Alan's house.