Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 35

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 35
by Chadlad

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Chapter 35: The Dinner Party

Chad and his mother and brother were riding the short distance to Alan's house, Tommy in the back, Chad in the passenger seat of his mother's Toyota. Chad was thinking how weird it felt to be riding in a car in broad daylight with just his thin tighty-whities between himself and total nudity. He looked down. His small package hardly made a bulge in the white fabric, peaking out just below the seatbelt between his legs. You really couldn't see he was practically naked from outside the car, he decided, unless you looked really close – that was one advantage of being "hung like a hamster," as Emily had cracked the first day he'd been forced to strip in front of the class. He idly wondered if boy hamsters got to do lots of sex with girl hamsters, and how they did it. Because he wasn't really sure how humans did it, he found it a hard thing to picture.

A question had been troubling him ever since they'd gotten in the car and his mother had explained to Tommy that they were going to the Delvecchio household to have dinner and because they were to play a part in Alan's punishment for forcing sexual activity on Chad in the nurse's shower in school that day. Tommy, who like the other kids at school hadn't known that Alan had forced sex on him, had then had to be filled in on how Alan had been supposed to be washing Chad but had instead stuck his finger up Chad's butt and then masturbated Chad to orgasm at the same time he was pleasuring himself, despite Chad's pleas that he stop. "Mom," he finally asked. "Why is Alan getting punished for putting his finger up my, you know, and for making me cum, but other people get to do both things and it's okay? I mean, Tommy just now put his finger up my butt when we he was washing me, and Cynthia made me cum yesterday when she was putting lotion on me, and she didn't get punished – Mrs. Rose was mad at her for making me feel good, but she wasn't mad at her for touching my privates."

"Did you tell Cynthia you didn't like her touching you and that she should stop?" his mother asked.

"Noooooooo," Chad said.

"Did you like it when Cynthia touched you?" she prodded further.

Chad blushed. "Yesssssss," he admitted reluctantly, knowing his mom would punish him more if he lied.

"Well, there's your answer. Cynthia wasn't violating you against your will, she was touching your privates with your consent, and doing something you wanted her to do," his mother said reasonably. "I bet you'd like her to do it again."

"But I don't want people to spank my butt, yet all kinds of people get to do that! Tommy does it, and Beth does it, and Mrs. Rose does it, and you do it, and even Emily gets to do it! And Emily got to squeeze my privates hard while she did it, and it hurt!" Chad complained.

"When you misbehave and someone has to punish you, the rules are different," his mother explained. "When you misbehave, you lose your right to choose what happens to your body, because we have to hurt you and humiliate you to make sure that you try to be a better boy and don't misbehave again," his mother replied. "You lose your rights for a time and have to earn them back."

Chad thought for a minute. "I don't get it," he complained. "Alan sticks his finger up my butt and plays with my privates, and he gets a big punishment because I didn't want him to do that and told him I didn't. But Tommy sticks his finger up my butt, and I don't want him to, either, but it's okay." Chad took a deep breath and went on. "And Tommy makes me – makes me, you know, his uh, you know, and I don't want to do that at all, but he makes me, and you say it's all right. And sucking his --, um, doing that to his, um, you know, is awful and I don't want to do it, but you make me. Why is it alright for Tommy to force me to suck – um do stuff to him, but not Alan?"

"Let me ask you a question," his mother replied. "Was Alan in charge of your punishment for misbehavior when he forced his finger in your anus? Or when he rubbed your penis and brought you to orgasm? Or was he just doing it for his own pleasure?"

"I guess he was just doing it for himself," Chad said slowly. "He was supposed to be helping me wash up. Boys don't get to punish other boys at our school."

"So he wasn't assigned to do things you don't like in order to make you a better person – he was doing those things only so he could have a good time, am I right?" his mother responded.

"I guess," Chad said.

"And you told him you didn't want to have him do those things for his pleasure, didn't you?" his mother continued.

"Yeah. I told him to stop a bunch of times, but he kept doing them," Chad said.

"That's the difference. When I tell Tommy to punish you by spanking your bottom, or by making you sit on the peg, or by putting his finger in your bottom, or even by making you give him pleasure orally, he'd doing it against your will, I agree. And you don't want him to and may even beg him to stop. But he's doing it for your benefit, to make you a better person, and that need is more important than your right to say no. Besides, you lose your right to say no when you misbehave," she reasoned.

"But Tommy gets pleasure from me sucking him," Chad burst out. "And I don't like it at all. Isn't that wrong?"

"Tommy probably does enjoy your attentions, but the important issue is that by punishing you in that way he's making you understand what that little boy you hurt felt like when a bigger, more powerful person used force on him. Every time you have to orally pleasure your brother, it gets more likely that you'll remember not to use force on other people in the future, and we're hoping that you remember the next time you have the urge to push someone else around. Once your punishment week is over, you will get your rights to your body back, and Tommy won't be allowed to force you to do things unless you lose your rights again. It's only right in his case because he's doing it to make you a better person – his pleasure is secondary. But Alan wasn't told to punish you and didn't have the authority to do so, and his actions were solely for his own pleasure. He needs to learn that such behavior is just as inappropriate as it was for you to hit and injure another, smaller child," his mother concluded.

"So touching other people's private areas is bad, then, unless you're punishing them," Chad responded.

"No, that's not it at all," his mother corrected. "It's perfectly okay to touch someone's private areas if you want to and they want you to. If you had asked Alan to pleasure you with his hand and he had done it, there would be nothing wrong with that. Or if you decided to give your brother oral pleasure and he accepted, that would be a matter just between the two of you."

Chad scowled and he crossed his arms. "Never," he declared. "Never, ever, ever. I'd never suck any boy unless someone was making me. They taste awful and they're disgusting, and Tommy squirts in my mouth!"

Chad's mother was taken aback for a moment. It had never crossed her mind that her younger son was old enough to ejaculate. She hadn't actually seen Tommy's genitals in many months, so she really didn't know how mature he was. She'd have to have a serious sex talk with the boys, soon! On the other hand, she was glad to hear that Chad definitely wasn't enjoying having to service his brother – it was supposed to be a punishment, after all. She turned her mind back to Chad's statement.

"When you're not being punished or treated for an illness, you have every right to say no to anything anyone wants to do to your privates, or to anything that anyone wants you to do to theirs. That's why what Alan did is so bad. He wasn't in charge of punishing you and he wasn't your doctor trying to make you better, yet he did things to you that you didn't want. You wouldn't want him forcing you to do those things again, would you?"

"Noooooo," Chad said, thinking. "So Tommy only gets to do things to my privates and make me do things because I'm getting punished to learn to be better, and once I learn to be better he can't make me do any of that stuff any more?"

"That's right," his mother said.

"Then I'm going to be really good," Chad concluded. "Because I hate the taste of him."

The rode in silence for the rest of the trip, finally pulling up to a ranch-style house in the new addition of town. Tommy and their mother got out of the car quickly. Chad first scanned in every direction, then leaped out and ran to catch up when he had assured himself that no one was visible to see him in just his undies. His mother rang the doorbell while he stood behind Tommy, shielding his crotch behind his brother and hoping no one would go by on the street and see his scantily covered butt.

The door opened quickly, revealing Mrs. Delvecchio by herself. "Come in, come in," she said, smiling. "Hello again, Chad," she said to the boy cowering behind Tommy. "You must be Chad's mother, and this must be Chad's brother, Tommy." Tommy smiled and stepped forward, Chad dogging his steps to keep his nearly naked body hidden behind her.

Chad's mother looked over Tommy at him. "Come out from behind your brother, Chad, and greet Mrs. Delvecchio properly," she ordered.

"But I'm in my underpants," Chad protested, still hiding.

"And you're going to be in them all evening, so you might as well get used to her looking at you."

Chad continued to hide behind Tommy, both hands clutched over his diminutive genital pouch. His mother's face clouded. "I'm counting to five," she said. "Then someone's getting a spanking. One, two, three, four –."

Before she'd gotten to four, Chad sprang out from behind his brother, still with both hands over his crotch. "Hands behind your head," his mother ordered. Reluctantly, Chad released his crotch and put both hands in position

Mrs. Delvecchio gave his underpants clad body a casual glance. "Not as well-developed as Alan yet, I see," she said casually. "But you shouldn't be so modest, young man. You're wearing underpants, after all, and I bet that even if you weren't you'd look like every other little boy does down there."

Chad knew that wasn't true from recent experience. Every penis and every scrotum and every butt hole was different. They were different sizes and shapes and colors, just as every face was different. That was the problem – some kid's wieners were different in a good way, but some were different in a bad way. Joey's, for example, was different by being big and impressive. Chad's was different from other boys, but in bad ways, by being small, and also, as girls kept reminding him, by being "cute." A wiener shouldn't be small and cute, he thought. It should be big and threatening and exciting.

"Where's Alan?" Tommy asked.

"He's over there, in the corner in the den," his mother replied. "He's being punished with corner time until dinner."

"Oh," Tommy said, clearly disappointed that Alan wasn't available as a playmate.

"Why don't you boys go into the den while we get dinner on the table," Mrs. Delvecchio suggested. "Alan's X-Box 360 is in there. Alan can't play because he's being punished, but you can use it."

"I'm afraid Chad's being punished and can't play, either," Chad's mother replied. "In fact, he should probably join Alan in the corner until dinner time. Chad, follow me."

Chad followed Tommy and the two women into the next room. Alan was standing in the far corner of the room, his nose against the wall. Like Chad at the moment, he was wearing only underpants, but in this case the school punishment underpants he'd been forced to wear home. Thus, although his privates were hidden by the small pouch in the front, most of his welted, red butt was clearly visible. Tommy whistled as he saw the dozens of tiny welts. "Is that what the string paddle did?" he asked. "Everyone on the playground was talking about it. It must really hurt."

Alan didn't answer and pressed his nose more firmly against the wall. "He's not allowed to talk, now, dear," his mother said reasonably.

"And neither are you, young man," Chad's mother ordered. "Into the other corner, and put your hands behind your head like Alan."

For the next half hour, Chad stared at the wall as he listened to Tommy happily play all the latest X-Box games and comment on their virtues. He longed to just look over his shoulder a minute to see what Tommy was commenting about, but knew that he might be caught and whalloped if he did. The time passed slowly. He wondered how Alan was going to be punished, and what punishments he'd get along with Alan. Finally, he heard the doorbell ring, and Mrs. Delvecchio's steps in the hallway. As soon as the door opened, he heard female voices raised in happy greeting.

"Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh!" Alan exclaimed from his corner, despite the ban on talking. "My cousins! Mom called my cousins! She's gonna let them watch me get punished! I hate them!" His voice trailed off in despair. Oh, great, Chad thought to himself. More girls to watch me get punished. He hoped with all his heart that he'd at least be allowed to keep his undies on.

In just moments, a chorus of babbling voices neared the den and entered. "Alan's practically naked!" a female voice said with glee. "What happened to his butt? And who's that other kid in underpants?"

"Alan got spanked in school," his mother said calmly. "And the other boy is Chad. Chad is the boy Alan assaulted today – he's here to see Alan get punished. Chad is in his underpants because he's being punished as well for other reasons that don't concern you. Turn around, boys, and greet our dinner guests."

Chad kept his face in the corner. He didn't want more strange girls looking at his small privates even if they were covered up by a thin layer of white cloth – it was bad enough they could see his underpants clad butt. Chad's mother raised her voice. "Turn around, Chad, and come greet these young ladies and their little brother properly," she said.

Chad turned reluctantly, discovering that there were 3 girls and a small boy in the room with them. "Chad, Tommy, this is Alan's cousin Sheila," Alan's mother said, indicating a tall, blond girl about the age of Chad's sister Beth. She had beautiful blue eyes and a very attractive mature build. She smiled at Chad and scanned his body from head to toe, stopping appraisingly at his groin. Chad could tell from her face as she returned her gaze to his that she had weighed his crotch bulge, considered his attributes, found them wanting, and had dismissed him. "Hi, Chad, Hi Tommy," she said without enthusiasm and turned her attention toward Alan. "Hi, Alan," she said. "Nice butt. I heard you were stupid again and got caught." Alan, standing by Chad, grew rigid and flushed but didn't reply.

The second girl of the trio was perhaps a bit younger, with light brown hair and brown eyes, narrower hips, and just the beginnings of breasts. "This is Rebecca," Mrs. Devlecchio said. Rebecca gazed at Chad's crotch for some time before looking him in the eye and smirking. "Cute," she commented, leaving Chad wondering if she was referring to him in general or just to his diminutive privates, which she had returned her gaze to. As she looked up and smirked again, it became clear that she was mocking his meager equipment.

The third girl appeared to be sulking, refusing to look at any of the three boys. She was thin and boyish in appearance, and unlike her sisters had her hair cropped short. She also was wearing blue jeans and a plain white t- shirt rather than the more stylish shorts her sisters had on. "And this is Chandra," Mrs. Delvecchio finished. "She's just a little younger than Alan."

A matronly woman standing next to the girls spoke up. "Chandra, say hello to your cousin and the other two boys," she chided.

"I don't feel like it. I don't know why you're always making me say hello to people I don't know and don't want to know! They're nobody, anyway." she said. She turned and fled the room.

"I'm sorry about that," the matronly woman said after a moment. "I'm Alan's aunt, Maria. Chandra has been very difficult lately."

"We can talk about it over dinner," Mrs. Delvecchio responded. "Let's all go to the dining room. Oh, and I forgot to introduce you, she said, turning to the little boy. This is Alan's cousin Brian. He was the one Alan assaulted last year, when I thought he'd learned his lesson."

The little boy smiled at Chad. "How come he gets to go around in his underwear? Can I take my clothes off, too?" he asked hopefully.

His mother looked at him indulgently. "They're in their underwear because they're being punished," she explained. "They're going to get big spankings! Do you want to be punished with them?" she teased.

"No!" the little boy said, clutching his little butt with both hands.

"All right, then," his mother said. "So you leave your clothes on."

The assembled crowd moved to the next room, Alan and Chad bringing up the rear. "Just sit anywhere, folks. I made hot dogs and beans – it's plain fare, but good for a crowd. I hope you don't mind paper plates and plastic forks – we've got a lot to do tonight and I didn't want to have a big cleanup."

For awhile, there was only light talk around the table as people consumed hot dogs and plates of beans and potato chips. Chad found himself surprisingly hungry and ate well, despite nagging worries about his upcoming punishments with Alan. Chandra finally materialized from wherever she had been and sat down without a word, quietly eating a hot dog and some beans. Alan had little appetite, picking at his food and taking turns glaring at his smiling cousins. Finally, after almost everyone was done eating, Brian suddenly blurted out a series of questions that had obviously been on his mind. "Is Alan gonna get a lickin'? Did he play with that boy's weenie and put his finger up his butt too? Are we all gonna watch?"

Chad blushed at the reference to "playing with that boy's weenie," as he realized that all of Alan's cousins must have been briefed on what Alan had done. He found himself intensely embarrassed at the thought that they were probably picturing him naked, with Alan probing his anus and fingering his genitals. He felt a flare of anger toward Alan for putting him in this situation.

Chad's embarrassment grew as Alan's mother continued to explain that Chad had been forced to wear diapers for peeing on his teacher while being spanked, and had then dirtied his diaper in class, creating such a mess that he had to be washed in the nurse's shower, and that when the nurse had taken Alan's partner away briefly, Alan had used his authority to force Chad to allow himself to be anally invaded and then stimulated to orgasm. Brian interrupted twice to ask why Chad was being spanked and why a big boy like him couldn't hold it.

Chad then had to listen to his mother explain that he couldn't control his temper and had hit a little kid and hurt him badly, and had been spanked and paddled naked in front of his whole class because of it. She added that he was being punished at home for a week as well as part of his anger management training, noting that he was getting morning and night spankings as well as "other punishments."

"He gets spanked every morning and every night?" Brian asked. When told that was the case, he persisted. "So is he gettin' a spankin' tonight? Do we get to see him get his, too?"

"I had assumed so," Chad's mother replied. "As long as you don't mind sharing Alan's spotlight a little, Mrs. Delvechhio."

"Call me Adrianne," she replied. "And no, I don't mind letting Chad share some of Alan's punishment time. It's obvious both our boys need to work on their control of their behavior. Let's discuss tonight's punishment schedule for our boys, so we can proceed in a sensible fashion."

At this point, Chandra, who had been perfectly quiet, suddenly farted loudly enough to drown out all conversation. She looked at the assembled women and grinned. "My compliments to the chef," she said, and immediately burst out laughing.

"Chandra, that was totally inappropriate and uncalled for. Please apologize at once," her mother commanded. Chandra tensed, and then blew another loud fart.

"Sorry, Mom," she said, smirking at her mother. "I didn't know I was in the company of royalty."

"CHANDRA!" her mother barked. "That wasn't an accident – you did that on purpose!" She turned to her sister and Chad's mother. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "She's been out of control lately – I swear, she's so rude and obnoxious sometimes that I think that she should have been born a boy."

"I'm not as rude as you," Chandra retorted. "I don't go around making everyone look at my pig face all the time like you do." She smirked at her sisters. "I'm gonna go take a pee," she announced, abruptly rising and leaving the room."

"If I may make a suggestion," Chad's mother said in the silence that followed.

"By all means," Chandra's mother replied. "I'm out of ideas, myself. I've tried grounding her and not allowing her to play on her sports teams, and even taking away her telephone and videogame privileges, but nothing works."

"What I would suggest," said Chad's mother, "is that if a girl insists on behaving like a crude, uncultured boy, she should be punished like a crude, uncultured boy. What would you do if your little son acted like that?" she asked reasonably.

"I'd paddle his bare behind until it was black and blue," Chandra's mother replied. She looked thoughtful. "Oh," she said. "I hadn't even considered it, because she's a girl. But you're right – if she's going to act like a boy, she should be punished like a boy."

"Why not start right now," her sister remarked. "We're already punishing two unruly boys – why not just add another 'boy' to the group?"

Chandra's mother looked at her sister. "I don't want to interfere with your plans for Alan," she said tentatively.

"Nonesense," Alan's mother replied, cutting her off. "Naturally, Alan needs some severe discipline tonight, but there's no reason it can't be a shared lesson. Why don't you bring Chandra in and inform her of our plans."

Chandra's mother walked to the doorway and raised her voice. "Chandra Walker, you get your little butt in this room right now," she bellowed. After a moment, Chandra appeared, looking at her mother insolently. "Okay, I'm here. What's the big emergency?" she asked, walking around her mother and sitting in her chair again.

"I am tired of your attitude, young lady. If you're going to act like a rude, uncultured, insolent male, you're going to be punished like one. I've decided you'll join these two boys in their punishments tonight. It's time I gave you a good spanking!"

Chandra stared at her mother incredulously. "Mother, you can't be serious! It was just a little joke! Lighten up!"

"The only thing that I'm lightening up on is the amount of clothing you're wearing. I meant it when I said you're going to be punished like a boy. These boys are wearing only their underpants, so that's what you shall wear for your punishment tonight as well."

Chandra crossed her arms and glared at her mother. "I'm not taking off my pants and shirt in front of these boys, and I'm certainly not going to let you spank me like a boy. So you might as well just forget it and get on with spanking Cousin It's butt," she said, using her favorite term for Alan, concocted several years ago because of his long, tousled, unruly hair at the time. "You don't have the guts to spank me, anyway," she added, "so let's just drop it."

"That's it, a young lady," her mother said in a commanding voice. "I'll admit I had my doubts a minute ago, but it's obvious you need an attitude adjustment, and punishing you like a boy may be just the thing! Adrianne, what did you have in mind first for Alan tonight?"

"Why don't we all go into the den and get comfortable, and we'll talk about it," Alan's mother replied.

"Sounds excellent," Chandra's mother replied, grasping her by the upper arm and dragging her to her feet, protesting. "I'll just bring my little miscreant along."

"Come along, boys," Mrs. Delvecchio said. "Alan, were going to start your punishments now. Remember that any failure to follow my orders for punishment tonight will incur the supreme penalty!"

"Supreme penalty?" Chad's mother asked. "What's this supreme penalty?"

"Tell 'em, Alan," his mother ordered.

"I get my dick ringed," Alan said, his face white.

"That's right," his mother said with satisfaction. "I have several piercing rings from when I was in high school and used to pierce my friends' ears. I told him if he failed to obey even one of my orders tonight, when the night was over I was going to run it through the knot of skin in the bottom side of his little boy toy, and he'd have to wear it there for at least a week!"

"Harsh," Tommy commented.

"Necessary," Alan's mother responded. "This way I won't have to fight him over every little punishment tonight. He either does what I say and submits to his punishments, or he's wearing very painful manly jewelry for a week."

"What an excellent idea," Chad's mother said. "Did I understand you to save you had several of those rings?"

"Yes," Alan's mother replied. "I actually have three full sets, so I have six in all."

"Would it be possible for me to borrow one of those from you if necessary?" Chad's mother said. "It might be just the thing to control Chad's reluctance to obey tonight as well."

"I'll be glad to share with you," Mrs. Delvecchio replied. "After all, the most I'd need with Alan would be one or two."

"Thank you, Adrianne," Chad's mother said. She beamed at Chad. "You heard what Alan said, Chad. The same applies to you. We have to deal with that little peeing incident in the compost pile, and you need your usual punishments that are part of your anger management training. And just like Alan, if you don't obey everything you're instructed to do immediately, at the end of the evening. I'll have Adrianne put a ring the same place that she promised to put a ring on Alan!"

Chad went white. She'd let Alan's mother put a ring through his wiener? He vowed to himself then and there that he would obey anything any of the women told him that evening. He didn't care if they paddled his butt until it was bleeding, or even if they paddled them on his bare balls. Heck, he'd suck Alan's wiener right in front of everyone, and Tommy's too, and even that little boy's! He'd suck all three of them at once! He'd do anything to avoid a ring through his wiener head!

Chandra's mother spoke up. "Would you be able to loan me one of those rings also if necessary?" she asked Alan's mother.

"Why of course, Maria!" Alan's mother replied. "I'm pretty sure it would work just as well on a young lady as it does on young gentleman."

"Excellent!" Chandra's mother replied. She turned to Chandra, who she was still trying to drag out of her chair. "You heard with happening to the boys if they don't obey tonight. Since you're going to be punished like a boy, the same thing is going to happen to you if you don't obey!"

"Don't be ridiculous, mother," Chandra said. "You can be pretty lame, sometimes, but even you should know that I don't have one of those silly little wangers that boys have! So stop trying to threaten me, and let's get on with watching Cousin It and the peeing boy get their butts spanked!"

"I may be lame, but I'm still your mother," Chandra's mother said grimly. "And you may not have a 'silly little wanger,' but there's a certain little bump on your anatomy that I could just as easily put a ring through! So if you don't want to be sporting some new jewelry in a very private and painful place, you'd better obey everything we tell you to do tonight as well!"

Chandra stiffened, as she realized what her mother meant. "You can't be serious, mother!" she said. "You wouldn't put a ring on my -- you wouldn't put a ring there!"

"I most certainly would!" her mother said with finality. "In fact, if you don't get up right now, and walk like an obedient young lady into the den, I'll have these ladies hold you down, and we'll put that ring in right now!"

Chandra felt cold to the pit of her stomach. She obviously pushed her mother too far! She wasn't a particularly big or strong girl. She was barely as tall as Chad and Alan, and she was thinner than both of them. Her mother and the other two women could easily hold her down and carry out their threat. She looked to her sisters for help, but only saw sly grins, indicating they'd love to see their little sister pierced in her most delicate place.

Her willpower dissolved. Like Chad and Alan had concluded before her, Chandra realized that she'd rather receive almost any punishment, no matter how humiliating, than to have to wear a ring through her genitals for an entire week. She stopped resisting her mother and meekly allowed herself to be led to the den. I'm going to get it, she said to herself. I'm actually going to get a spanking! She thought of all the times she'd laughed at her little brother as he received a thorough spanking on the seat of his pants, on his underpants, on his Spiderman pajamas, and on his bare butt! She'd even spanked him on his bare butt a few times herself, enjoying the sight of his little boy genitals as she'd stripped his pants down, and becoming positively giddy as she'd watched his little buns bounce and felt the soft skin and firm muscle underneath each time her hand struck his bottom. At the time, she'd listened to his squeals of pain and had thought that this sort of punishment was exactly what boys deserved. She'd been looking forward to watching Alan receive a good hard spanking tonight, hoping it would be on his bare butt. She'd also been hoping that he would get to compare Alan's genitals with her brother's. She'd never considered that she might also end up over her mother's knees that night! She wondered how bad spankings hurt. Her little brother always cried like his butt was on fire, and continued to cry afterward for quite some time. She'd been looking forward to seeing if Alan would cry like her little brother when he got his promised spanking. She never dreamed it might be her crying while Alan watched.

As the company assembled in the den, a new thought struck her. They had said she was going to be spanked like the boys. The boys were wearing only underpants! Did that mean she was going to be spanked wearing only underpants? She blanched at the thought. She wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't actually have any tits yet, so there didn't seem to be much point. True, her nipples had grown slightly, so they looked like little cones, and she had a few hairs "down there," but otherwise, she still had the body of a little girl. She dreaded the thought of having to appear in front of these boys in only her underpants.

She watched as the two boys were arranged in front of the fireplace next to each other, facing the couch and the assortment of chairs. Her mother gave her a firm push. "Get over there with the boys who are being punished," she said. "Unless you want to be sporting some new jewelry." Chandra numbly walked over and stood beside Chad. Her heart was racing, as were the hearts of the two boys. Their punishments were about to start! Even though he'd been spanked many times before, Alan found it hard to keep from trembling – this was different – he'd never had an audience when he'd been punished at home before. And unlike his punishment at school, he didn't know what he was going to get, and when it was going to end!

Chad was trembling, too. He hated being undressed and spanked in front of girls! He felt so small and inadequate when they looked at his wiener and smirked! He knew they were measuring and then dismissing him as just a little boy, no one of consequence. And then having to cry in front of them when you got spanked and paddled was so humiliating – it just reinforced the "little boy" conclusion.

Chandra was still reeling in disbelief. She was going to get spanked! She'd never been spanked before! She'd watched her brother get it on his bare butt and even spanked him herself, reveling in the power she had to make him cry and the firm feel of his butt under all that smooth skin, but she'd never dreamed she'd be on the receiving end!