Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 36

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 36
by Chadlad

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Chapter 36: The Three Musketeers

"So where should we start?" Chad's mother said.

"I think we should begin, at least in Alan's case, with a nice brisk warmup spanking on the underpants," Alan's mother said firmly.

"That sounds excellent," Chad's mother said.

"That sounds good to me too," Chandra's mother said. "Chandra, strip to your underpants like the boys."

Chandra looked pleadingly at her mother. "I'm not a boy," she said petulantly."

"You are tonight," her mother replied. "So there's no reason for modesty. Now strip to your underpants."

Do I have to?" She said plaintively.

"You strip to your underpants voluntarily, or we'll hold you down and strip you all the way. Which would you prefer?" her mother asked.

Chandra looked pleadingly and her mother for a moment, then slowly began unbuckling and unzipping her pants. She looked around the room for support, but found only smug smiles and her brother's eager, glittering eyes. Slowly, she lowered her pants and stepped out of them. Her mother took them from her. Chandra looked around the room, her face blushing in shame. Every eye was on her. Her cousin Alan and that wimpy little guy with the small package had both stepped back a step, so they could check out the way her butt filled out the back of her underpants. Brian looked like he was trying to drill a hole through her crotch, he was staring at it so fixedly.

"Now your T-shirt, please," her mother ordered. Chandra hesitated, but aware of the consequences slowly pulled the shirt over her head, revealing her bare upper half to everyone in the room. She crossed her arms across her chest, trying to hide her dark pink, cone-shaped nipples. "Get your hands behind your head like the boys," her mother ordered. "You don't have anything on your chest to hide, anyway."

Chandra reluctantly placed her hands behind her head, letting the boys in the room to see her bare chest for the first time. Alan and Chad, despite the threat to their own butts, had now stepped forward a step, where they could look sideways at her chest. It didn't help that with her hands behind her head, her budding breasts were thrust forward, making them stand out more. She could feel their greedy little eyes on her, as well as the eyes of the wimpy boy's little brother. A quick glance revealed that Brian was also watching her, his eyes still glttering. "I can see your boo-bies!" he suddenly announced loudly.

"Don't be rude, Brian," his mother chided. "Unless you'd like to join the other boys up here waiting to be spanked." Brian clamped his mouth shut and made a mouth-zipping gesture, but continued to stare avidly at his sister's bare chest.

Chandra glanced sideways at the boys standing with her, noticing to her surprise that the rounded bulges in both their underpants had become more prominent, and that Alan's small pouch in those ridiculous underwear had pulled away from his body a bit, so that she could see a bulge of wrinkled skin through the space they made. They're getting hard, she thought to herself. They're getting hard like Brian does when he gets excited. They're getting excited looking at me! She felt more embarrassed than she'd ever felt in her life.

"Now that everyone's ready, let's begin," Alan's mother said. "Shall we do all three at once, or one at a time?

"Oh, one at a time, definitely," Chandra's mother said. "Having to watch the others get punished and knowing they're next should intensify the lesson. And I believe Chandra should go first this round, so that the boys won't be teary eyed and unable to watch properly. I think that having them watch will be an important lesson to her."

Chandra's heart sank. It was too soon! She wasn't ready! Her aunt was pulling out a sturdy wooden chair, which she sat by the fireplace, in front of the standing trio. "You two boys go stand over there, by the side, and wait your turn. You'll get the best view in the house that way, and you can think about the fact that you each are next," Alan's mother ordered. She waved the boys over to the side, where they'd be facing Chandra's bottom during her spanking. Chandra's mother arose from the couch and sat on the chair. Her brother Brian leaped over the back of the couch to land where his mother had been sitting, giving him a birds-eye view of the proceedings. Chandra's mother beckoned her. "Come here and get over my lap, Chandra. You've been asking for this for a long time – now I'm really going to burn your bottom!" she said firmly.

Chandra reluctantly willed her legs to move. A prisoner walking the last few yards to the death chamber couldn't have been more reluctant. She awkwardly lowered herself to her mother's lap. The watching boys noted with interest how her underpants clung to her butt as she bent over, outlining the smooth curves. Alan's underpants pouch opened further on the sides as his tent became more pronounced. Chad's smaller member was poking almost straight out, now, clearly outlined in his tight white underpants. It twitched visibly as the girl was forced to part her legs, revealing the smooth, flat curve that joined her stomach with no hint of the bulges so visible on boys, even poorly endowed boys like Chad. On the couch, young Brian reached right in the front of his pants and readjusted his own hard penis unselfconsciously, while Tommy noted the motion and wished he could snake his hand into his own pants and move his rapidly hardening organ as well. She was in her panties! And he had seen her tits! He couldn't believe it!

"Now remember," Chandra's mother chided, smoothing the cloth over her barely covered posterior. "You have to obey me completely if you don't want a ring through your most delicate part. That means you stay over my lap until I say you can get up, and you don't reach back to protect yourself. I'm going to give you a good, sound spanking, just like I'd give your brother if he was acting like you are!"

Chad, meanwhile, was wondering just where this "most delicate part" was. He was trying to recall the details from the porn pictures he'd seen, but he was having trouble remembering just what the whole girl thing looked like. He simply couldn't remember anywhere you could put a ring through that would be considered delicate. Maybe the folds on the sides? But why would some part of that be any more delicate than another part? It was all very puzzling. He wished this Chandra girl would try fighting or something, so they'd take off her pants and he could see for himself. Now that would be worth whatever spankings or humiliations he was going to get tonight!

Chandra, for her part, was hoping just the opposite, reminding herself that she had to hold still, no matter how much it hurt. She knew from spanking her little brother that spankings hurt a lot, even through underpants. As her mother's hand left her bottom and rose above her scantily clad bottom, she tensed and tightened her buns. Here it comes, she thought. I'm gonna get it!

The first spank surprised her with its sting. One moment she was tensing her butt and waiting for the impact, the next there was a loud, slightly muffled smack and the right side of her butt was on fire. She let out a gasp and kicked out with both legs, only to have the left side of her butt suffer the same fate as the right.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she sobbed. "No mooooooore, pleeeeeese, Mommmy! It hurrrrrrrts!" Tears sprang to her eyes immediately. "Please, Mommmy, pleeeeese," she wailed. "I'll be goooooood!"

Her mother's response was to deliver an even harder spank to the lower center of her buns that burned all the way into her crack. Chandra lost all control and dissolved into incoherent sobs on this third spank. She'd never realized it hurt so bad! No wonder her brother bawled and screamed when she spanked his little butt! She'd always enjoyed spanking him right on what she thought of as his sit-spot, right over his little butt hole. She'd enjoyed the frantic yelps and squirming that hitting him there produced. Now she realized just how tender that spot was.

As the spanking continued unabated, Chandra began thrumming her feet on the floor and flailing her arms, grasping at the empty air as if that would stop the burning pain that kept building in her bottom. Her mother continued relentlessly smacking her butt, spreading the spanks around so that her whole posterior glowed hotly with pain. Chandra began scissoring her legs with every spank, causing her underwear to flex a variety of directions. Chad noted with considerable excitement that at times you could see the girl's central furrow clearly outlined by her stretched underpants. No wonder some of the boys joked about "camel toe." Now he could see why they called it that. His erection strained almost painfully at his underpants. He wished more than anything that he could reach down and wrap his fingers around it and bring himself to climax, but of course that was out of the question. He glanced sideways at Alan's crotch, noting that his underpants pouch was now pulled straight out from his body by his larger erection, his scrotum completely visible through the side slit.

Chandra, meanwhile, was sobbing incoherently, tears spotting the hardwood floor under her face. The muffled smacks of her mother's hand on her underpants continued methodically. It was only after the girl had been crying more than a minute that her mother finally shifted her technique. Pausing a moment, she raised her hand higher than before and brought it down on the lower center of the girl's butt. Chandra's head shot up and she arched her back and squealed. She'd thought her butt couldn't hurt any more than it did, but that one was harder than all the rest, and it burned all the way into her butt hole! She drew a breath to scream again, only to feel another, harder spank land on top the first, sending her scream up an octave. Two more, harder spanks followed, each right over her butt hole at the base of her butt. Chandra collapsed over her mother's lap, only aware of the few square inches of the base of her butt. It took her some time to realize her mother had stopped spanking her and was dragging her to her feet. It's over! She thought, still sobbing hysterically. I'm done now! Her bottom burned with a fire she'd never felt before, but she'd survived!

Her hopes were quickly dashed though, as her mother spoke loudly, to be heard over her bawling. "That will do for now," she said. "But you'll get more later. We'll let these boys have a chance to get their little butts toasted, and then we'll get back to you and your next punishment." She yanked her daughter to her feet. Chandra's hands immediately flew back to caress her stinging bottom. She danced around the room, trying without success to rub away the pain. Her mother watched her with satisfaction. Now here was a lesson her daughter would remember for a long time, she thought. And I'll make it even more of a lesson in just a bit! She spoke up. "Stop rubbing yourself and put your hands back behind your head," she ordered. "And next time I spank you, keep your hands away from your bottom afterward, or you'll get more." Chandra reluctantly removed her hands from her bottom, and her mother guided her over to stand by Alan.

Chad's mother replaced Chandra's on the chair and beckoned to Chad. Conscious of his desire to not have a ring in his "most delicate place," and all too aware of just where that place was on boys, Chad walked obediently over to stand beside his mother. She looked distastefully at the prominent tent in his underwear. She hated seeing him with a hard on – he looked so much like his father that the sight of him erect always brought back such unpleasant memories. Again she flashed back to herself as a young bride, her new husband walking across the bedroom smirking, his penis standing up threateningly just like Chad's miniature of it. She winced involuntarily, remembering his rough thrusts and the pain that had accompanied them. She glanced at the chair where Tommy was sitting, noting that her younger son also had a visible erection. Yet, somehow, it didn't look so threatening on him, even though the bulge in his pants was visibly larger. Perhaps it was because Tommy looked almost nothing like his father. He'd be a gentle lover, she thought. He'd have never caused her such pain. She turned her attention back to Chad's projecting organ, which she could easily picture standing up rudely in his underpants, and felt the anger again. "What's this?" she asked, grasping the tip of his penis and squeezing it painfully through his underpants. "You like watching girls get punished?"

"Noooooooo," Chad said in embarrassment and sudden discomfort. "It just gets like that – I can't control it!"

"Well, it had better be down again by the time you get up from my lap, young man, or I'll have to take steps to make it go down!" his mother replied, giving his penis a yank and then releasing it. He's just like his father, she thought to herself. He likes subjugating women! Well, I'll show him right now which sex is really in charge!

"I'm going to make you take your underpants off," Chad's mother ordered. "You obviously don't fear an underpants spanking sufficiently or you wouldn't be like that! So you can get your spanking on the bare skin and see how you like that!"

Chad looked around the room. She was going to make him get naked! Counting his mother and the still crying Chandra, there were 6 females and 3 other males in the room. Five of those 6 females and one of the males had yet to see him naked, where they could study his genitals and his butt without hindrance. "Please, Mom," he begged. "Please don't make me take them off in front of everybody! I'll be naked!" he wailed.

His mother turned to Mrs. Delvecchio. "I guess you'll have to get the ring," she said calmly. Chad almost peed himself in fright, but clamped down on his sphincter just in time.

"Nooooooooooo!" he squealed. "I'll take them off! Look, I'm taking them off now!" He looked at the grinning Tommy, who made a partial circle with his finger and thumb and then closed them abruptly, miming screaming as he did. Shuddering at the thought of a ring being driven through the underside of his little penis, Chad shucked his underpants immediately, leaving them on the floor under his feet and bending quickly over his mother's lap to hide his bobbing genitals from the watching females.

"I can see your wie-ner," Brian suddenly said in a sing-song chant, giggling on the couch. "I can see your bum-bum! I can see your wie-ner, I can see your bum-bum!"

"I'm surprised you can see it, it's so small," Chandra's sister Shiela muttered, causing laughter from Rebecca and Tommy.

"Now remember, no trying to block my hand or escape," his mother warned. "Unless you want to be known as the boy with the ring!"

The fact that Chad had been spanked naked before, and that he'd even been paddled repeatedly and for long periods of time did not make this spanking any easier for him. His mother's first spank on his bare butt burned like fire, the second spread the fire to the other side of his butt, and the third, landing right next to the first and overlapping it, was unbearable. Chad was squealing and in tears by this point, flailing his arms and legs. In her position behind him, Chandra wiped her eyes and directed her attention at the butt of the naked boy. Her own burning bottom and near nudity were forgotten for the moment as she watched his legs separate and then close, his butt alternately clenching and relaxing to reveal his butt hole and the little plum-sized ball sack so very like the one on her little brother. She wished she'd have gotten a glimpse of the boy' penis when he took off his underwear, but he'd been facing away and her vision had been blurry with tears, anyway. She hoped she'd get a good look when his spanking was finished and he was stood up again. She wondered if it would look like her little brother's tiny tool.

Chad's mother continued to warm his bare butt for more than a minute, making sure he got as many spanks as Chandra had. Because his butt was bare, of course, Chad's spanking hurt much more. She finally finished the same way Chandra's mother had, by giving him 5 consecutive spanks on the lower center of his butt. Chad was sobbing incoherently as she dragged him to his rubbery legs and pulled him over to stand by Chandra. Chandra was favored with a full-on view of the boy's genitals as he was stood up and faced her way. His little penis still bobbed rock hard, jabbing the air in front of him. His tiny ball sack was pulled tight to the base of it.

Chad's mother looked down at her son's genitals and felt a flash of hot anger. "Still think this is fun, huh?" she asked nastily. She glanced around, spying a plastic flyswatter on the side table. "I think I can take care of that. Mrs. Delvecchio, will you hold my son's arms for a moment?"

Chad felt Mrs. Delvecchio grasp his arms firmly and hold them behind him, bracing his body against hers, facing outward. His mother picked up the flyswatter and held it in the air above his jutting penis. Chad cringed and thrashed violently, trying to get away, but Alan's mother held him too firmly. The swatter swished through the air, landing with a wet smack on head of Chad's jutting penis. Pain shot through Chad as the swatter stung the top of his little helmet and forced it down with its passage. As the swatter slipped off the tip, his organ rebounded to smack sharply against his stomach and then bob violently a few times. Chad screamed. His mother swung again, this time causing even more pain in his already stinging penis head as it was smacked in the same place, then smacked against Chad's stomach. Chad squealed like a tortured animal, fighting to grasp and protect his stinging organ. His mother paused a moment, then nodded with satisfaction as his red tipped organ began shrinking. Now it just looked like a pathetic little boy penis, not the threatening weapon the boy's father had tortured her with for 5 years. "Not so much fun now, is it?" she commented, putting the swatter down. "You can let him go," she said. Chad was released, and fell to the floor, clutching his sore penis head with both hands and bawling. His mother ignored him, taking her seat on the couch.

Mrs. Delvecchio stepped around the howling Chad and beckoned to Alan. "Time for your spanking, son," she said, loud enough to be hear over Chad. "Since Chad received his on the bare bottom you shall as well. Take down your underpants."

Shaken by what Chad's mother had done to his genitals, Alan stripped his underpants off his painfully welted bottom. He gulped as he straightened up, all too aware that he was giving his cousins their first look at his own long, thin, jutting penis. "Mom," he said tentatively, barely loud enough to be heard over Chad's diminishing wails. "My bottom is really, really sore from that thing I got spanked with today. Can I have some other punishment instead, please? I don't think I could stand another spanking from you."

"You don't want me to spank you? Gee, I bet Chad didn't want you to do to him the things you did. But if you don't want me to spank you, I won't." She glanced around the room. "Brian, come up here and spank you cousin's bare butt for me."

Brian gaped in disbelief. He'd always been at the receiving end of spankings before, and now his aunt was offering to let him give one to his big shot cousin? He looked at his mother, who nodded and smiled, and then eagerly jumped up and took his aunt's place on the spanking chair. Alan's brief hope of a reprieve collapsed. She was going to let his little brat of a cousin spank his already sore butt? Brian, who got more spankings from more family members than any kid he knew? Okay, his cousin couldn't possibly spank as hard as his mother, but his butt was really sore, and any touch would hurt. And being spanked by a child that much younger would be so humiliating! Plus, his relationship with Brian wasn't good – after all, he'd forced Brian to let him play with the boy's genitals, and he'd stuck his finger up the boy's butt. He had thought the boy was enjoying his actions and protesting just for show, but his cousin had called him a meanie afterwards and had complained to his mother and his mother had whipped him, and his cousin hadn't wanted to be around him since then. Now his cousin was sitting gleefully on the chair, swinging his legs and patting his lap. "Come here, Alan," Brain called. "Come here for your spankin!" He smacked his hand against his bare leg below his shorts. "Ow," he said. "That hurt my leg! Bet it'll really hurt your bum-bum!"

As Alan walked over to his waiting cousin, his thin penis swaying like a pointer in front of him, Alan's mother reached out and grasped it by the head. "I'm telling you the same thing Chad's mother told him," she said, pointing to the flyswatter. "If you're still like that when you get up after your spanking, you're getting what he got."

Quailing and glancing down at Chad, who was still gripping his genitals and keening, Alan got over his cousin's small lap. "Ooooooh, he's heavy," Brian said. He reached over and placed a hand on either side of Alan's bottom, parting his sensitive cheeks and leaning over to look at his wrinkled butt hole. "I see your bum-bum hole," he commented. He sniffed loudly. "You smell like poo," he said, wrinkling his nose. He let go of both cheeks and straightened up. "I'm gonna have to wash my hands when I'm done."

Chandra watched with interest as her cousin's butt was parted and his butt hole revealed to her. It looked surprisingly like Chad's butt hole, and like her own had looked in the mirror of her bathroom. The only thing different was the color, which was brown on Alan, pinkish brown on Chad, and pinkish red on herself. She was actually surprised how similar boys' and girls' butts and butt holes looked. But as soon as she looked below Alan's butt hole, the similarity between him and girls stopped. Alan was closed up between his legs, with a ridge of skin running down the center where girls were open, and his bulging scrotum between his legs, coupled with the hard penis tip visible where it pressed against her brother's leg made it clear he wasn't anything like a girl.

Brian traced his fingertips across the surface of the older boy's butt. "How come you got red bumps all over your bum- bum?" he asked seriously. When Alan didn't respond, his mother took the flyswatter and brought it down, hard, on the center of her son's butt.

"Owwwwwww!" Alan cried, shooting his legs straight out and tightening his butt so hard that the skin surrounding his crack turned white. "Oww! Oww! Owwwwwwww!"

"Your cousin asked you a question," his mother said calmly. "Answer him."

"I- I- I g- g- got spanked in school with this p- p- paddle with little strings on it," Alan stuttered, still clenching in pain. "It really hurt!"

"Bet I can make it hurt, too," Brian said. He began smacking Alan's butt with both hands, like he was beating a bongo drum, alternating blows but hitting him in the same spot each time, right in the upper center of his butt. Alan almost laughed. Being quite young and having small hands, at first Brian's blows only tingled somewhat on his blisters. I can take this easily, Alan thought to himself. He felt silly lying over the little boy's lap getting love taps from him. But as the boy continued whacking away at the same spot on Alan's butt, a fierce burn started where he continued to strike, gradually building up with each blow to become more and more painful.

Alan began flinching with the boy's blows, then squeezing his butt, trying to drive down the sting that kept building right in the center, where the little boy insisted on hitting him over and over. Finally he cried out. "Moooooom! He's not spanking me right. He just keeps hitting me in the same place. Make him spread it around a little!" he begged.

"Your cousin is the one spanking you, so he decides how to do it. If he wants to spank you in just one place, that's his business," his mother replied. She addressed Brian. "Go on, dear, keep spanking his naughty butt however you want. You're doing fine."

Brian enthusiastically increased his pace, beating Alan's sore, welted butt like a bongo drum. Alan found, to his surprise, that his butt was starting to hurt seriously. The combination of the welts from his earlier paddling and the boy's quick blows, all in the same spot, continued to raise new levels of pain in his bottom, until the little boy's blows were starting to become unbearable.

By this point, Chad had stopped clutching his penis and was sitting up, trying to wipe the tears from his eyes. His little penis had shrunk to a red-tinged button barely visible between his legs. He watched from just a few feet behind his friend's bare bottom as the little boy whaled away. Alan's butt hole stared back at him.

"Owwwwwwwww," Alan wailed. "Owww, owww, owwwwwwwww!
Owwwww! It hurts! Owwwwwwwww! Stop, please! Pleeeeease!
Don't spank me no more! Owwwwwwww!" he wailed, tears

actually forming on his face. He began squeezing his buns together, trying to drive out the pain, but it seemed that being spanked on the tensed bottom hurt even more. He began kicking as his wails became full-fledged crying over the 2nd minute of his spanking. At the end of the two minutes, his mother stopped Brian, but Alan's crying continued.

"That's enough, dear," she said. "You've done a fine job, but this is just a warm-up punishment. Let him up, and we'll see if he needs a dose of Mr. Swatter."

At his mother's urging, Alan rose from his cousin's lap. His long, slender penis had lost its erection and was dangling downward. His mother lifted it by the underside with the swatter. "You're lucky it went down," she commented. "Now go stand by the other naughty children and get ready for the next round of punishments."

Alan was placed beside Chandra, and Chad was urged to his feet to stand beside Alan. Chandra couldn't avoid glancing at the two boys' genitals, so very different from each other. Chad's little button penis was hiding, barely visible above his small plum of a sack. Alan's much longer penis hung down, swaying from side to side over a larger sack. Both boys saw her staring at them and colored in response. Alan's mother spoke up.

"My plan was to punish Alan by alternating pain and humiliation. Since we've just finished a pain punishment, humiliation would be next. I'm going to start Alan out with something I think he particularly will dislike. Chad, would you please come over here and help me with this?" She placed a large pillow on the center of the chair and covered it with a large piece of plastic, then turned the chair sideways. Lifting Chad by his hips, she placed him so that his legs hung down one side facing the watching crowd, while his head and arms were down the other side and his butt was at the apex, bent at a 90 degree angle and half spread. "Sit down on the couch, Chandra, so you can see too," she ordered. Chandra obliged, sitting gingerly on the couch behind Chad's spread bottom. His butt hole was at her eye level, winking across at her between his partly open buns. She couldn't keep her eyes off of it and off of the boy's wrinkled little sack bulging between his legs. The smooth expanse of skin between the two private parts of his anatomy also fascinated her – what would it be like to be all closed up like that? No wonder boys couldn't do the splits like girls!

Alan's mother left the room a minute, returning with a bottle of Hershey's chocolate syrup. She opened the top and held it over Chad's butt. "This is going to be cold, young man," she warned. "Hold still." She squeezed the bottle, crisscrossing Chad's butt with streams of syrup, finishing by traveling vertically down his butt crack. Chad could feel cold syrup oozing over his butt hole and down to puddle on his ball sack. Alan's mother motioned him over. "I bet you've heard people call someone a 'butt licker' before. You're going to be a butt licker. Your next punishment will be to lick all the syrup off of this boy's bottom. I'll give you 2 minutes to do it, or you get ringed."

"I have to lick his butt?" Alan said in amazement. "But it's all over! It's even on his hole! Won't I get sick or something?"

"He's not dirty," Tommy piped up, insulted. "I washed him myself before we came. I washed his butt three times, and his butt hole twice! And I do a good job, with lots of soap! There's no poop on him, I swear!"

"So you don't like having to lick his bottom? I bet he didn't like you pushing your finger up his butt today, either," his mother said pointedly. "But you made him suffer through it, and you're going to have to suffer through it now! I'm starting my timer – you have 2 minutes!"

Alan looked around desperately, but there was no escape. Sighing, he put a hand on the outer edges of each of Chad's butt cheeks, which were clean of syrup, and lowered his face to Chad's right butt cheek and started licking the syrup off using big, long strokes of the tongue to try to get this over with. He quickly finished cleaning the right cheek and switched to the left, leaving the area of the crack for later. By the end of a minute, Chad's butt cheeks were completely clean, but his crack was still untouched.

Alan hesitated, then stiffened his resolve and separated Chad's cheeks as widely as he could, licking the syrup off above the boy's butt hole. He pictured a metal ring jabbing through the underside of his penis to steel himself. This is it, he thought. I've got to do it. He shut his eyes so he at least wouldn't have to look at what he was doing and ran his tongue across the boy's butt hole, grateful to be tasting nothing but chocolate syrup. The wrinkled surface felt odd under his tongue, and Chad giggled a couple of times, twitching his butt, commenting, "Sorry — that tickles!" Each time he did so, his butt hole squeezed shut more tightly under Alan's tongue, once almost drawing it in.

Alan gave a few more licks, hoping he was done, and then opened his eyes and looked at the other boy's butt hole, disheartened to see chocolate still collected in the ridges and wrinkles, and a line of it right in the center of the boy's butt hole. Picturing the ring through his cock stiffened his resolve, and he focused on Chad's butt hole, licking hard this time and letting the tip of his tongue slip into the crack of the pursed muscle. Checking again, he saw there were still traces of chocolate in the line of the hole itself. Here I go, he thought to himself. I've come this far -- I gotta do this. He drove his tongue into the tightly pursed slit, worming it up and down the tensed orifice. This time when he looked, Chad's butt hole was spotless.

"Thirty seconds," his mother commented. "Better finish."

Alan looked with despair at the syrup still coating Chad's scrotum. In desperation, he urged Chad up and shoved the pillow to the floor, sitting him on the edge of the chair and lifting his feet to the chair surface as well. With his legs spread wide, Chad's genitals were now easily accessible. Alan quickly began lapping his tongue on the boy's sack, slurping on it like a popsicle, licking the surface, and the slurping the whole thing is his mouth. "Be careful," Chad warned him, looking apprehensive. "You know how sensitive they are!"

As Alan's mother said "10 seconds," he examined Chad's package, only to notice a streak of brown on the underside of Chad's now rapidly stiffening penis. The kids were chanting, "8, 7, 6 .. " Knowing he was out of time, Alan had no choice but to plunge Chad's penis into his mouth, sucking all the remaining chocolate off the surface. As his mother said "time," the watching group of boys and girls burst into applause. "Did you like your dessert, cousin," Sheila asked sweetly. "I bet you love licking brown stuff off of boys' butts!"

"We need someone to do an inspection and see if he got it all," Alan's mother said. "Chandra, come here and inspect this boy's butt."

Despite her embarrassment over being spanked in front of everyone and being dressed only in underwear, Chandra felt a tingle of excitement as she rose and walked to the chair where the waiting boy sat, his genitals splayed open to her gaze. Chad's mother made him stand and bend over and grab his ankles, spreading his butt for Chandra's gaze. Chandra studied his butt hole and crack carefully, then moved his tight scrotum from side to side, checking all the wrinkles and crevices. She finally straightened up. "I can't see anything on him from this side," she reported. "But I can't really see the front from here." Chad's mother made him stand up and put his hands behind his head, while Chandra lifted his penis by the tip and moved it this way and that, studying it and his scrotum carefully. "All clean here, too," she reported. The tingle in her groin had increased as she'd handled Chad's genitals, and she was reluctant to stop. She tried to cover her excitement by commenting, "Boys are so disgusting," as she released him and gingerly sat down again.