Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 37

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 37
by Chadlad

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Chapter 37: Sex Education

"Anyone else feel their child needs a round of humiliation, or should I go on to Alan's next pain round?" his mother asked as Alan tried not to think about the fact he'd just licked Chad's butt hole. It hadn't been so bad licking his butt – Chad had smooth, soft, hairless skin on his bottom, and Alan hadn't found it to be physically repulsive at all. Quite the reverse, in fact – if they'd been alone (and Chad had been willing – he'd learned that lesson well enough already this evening), he'd have liked to embrace Chad face to face and cup his hands under the boy's butt and hold the soft, firm muscle, or lie beside Chad on his bed and trail his fingers across the soft skin of the boy's bottom. He hadn't minded licking the boy's smooth, hairless ball sack, either, and he'd found that briefly having the boy's penis in his mouth wasn't disgusting at all. He wasn't sweaty and grungy like his older play partner of a year ago had been when he'd tried to persuade Alan to suck him. Chad had been spotlessly clean and had smelled of soap and chocolate syrup, and his penis had been smooth and rubbery and had tasted like very little after he'd licked the syrup off. The fact that the other boy peed through his dick didn't seem to matter any more. Perhaps next time when he was the neighborhood boys – well he'd see what he felt like doing, but a whole host of new possibilities had opened in his mind.

On the other hand, he hadn't liked having to lick Chad's butt hole at all. He just couldn't get past that butt holes were for pooping. He'd actually taken a mirror into the bathroom a few months before and squatted over it on the floor, watching his own butt hole as he pooped, amazed by how his hole opened and disgorged things that stretched it wide and looked way too big to have come out of it. That was the image he had gotten every time he looked at Chad's butt hole, and it had been all he could do to keep from gagging when he'd had to pass his own tongue repeatedly over Chad's orifice. Licking his butt and his genitals had been okay, but Alan still didn't want his mouth anywhere near Chad's anus!

He was also so intensely embarrassed at what he'd done that he had trouble meeting Chad's eyes, and looked down instead as the two of them were directed back to the couch and forced to sit on their still sore bottoms. It was hard to look a guy in the eyes after you'd been forced to lick his butt hole, not once, but repeatedly and deeply. He was pretty sure that Chad would never tell anyone at school that he'd been forced to lick Chad's butt hole, but he wasn't so sure about Chad's brother.

Chandra's mother spoke up. "I believe my daughter needs serious punishment as badly as Alan. And I know just the form her humiliation should take! Chandra, come up her and stand facing everyone." Chandra looked at her mother with trepidation – was she going to have to do something like Alan just did? What if her mother wanted her to lick syrup off of her cousin's butt, or even off of her little brother's? The latter thought made her shudder – she knew from personal experience that Brian was haphazard when it came to hygiene. She's seen him get up from the toilet without wiping and start to pull up his pants until their mother had sternly ordered him to "get your little butt back on that toilet and wipe your stinky bottom young man, and you'd better not get up until it's clean!" Perhaps Chad was squeaky clean enough to eat off of, but her brother certainly wouldn't be! As she hesitated, her mother spurred her into action. "Come on, young lady, we're waiting. Or do you want me to have Adrianne get the ring?"

Chandra approached her mother slowly. She stopped in front of her mother and slowly turned around, facing the seated audience. Gulping and gathering her courage, she suddenly spoke up. "Mom, please don't make me lick Brian's butt! Pleeeeeese! I'll do anything, but don't make me do that! He's disgusting! I'll throw up if I have to do what Alan did to that other kid!"

Chandra's mother stood behind her, placing Chandra's hands firmly behind her head. "Alan's punishments are chosen as being appropriate for Alan and his misbehaviors. His misbehavior involved putting Chad in a subordinate position, so he was punished by having to put himself in a lower position than Chad. Having had to lick Chad's bottom and genitals, and even his anus, Alan now knows what it's like to be placed in a subordinate position and he's less likely to try to subordinate a child like Chad again just because he's smaller and helpless. Your misbehaviors involve being disobedient and acting like the rules and my orders don't apply to you, and acting rudely to all of us. Your punishments will focus on obedience and putting you in your place in the eyes of the other people here. You will not be licking anything off of your brother because it isn't my intention to put you in a subordinate position in your relationship with him. Although that would be appropriate in the future if you were to harm your brother."

Chandra let out an involuntary sigh of relief. She wasn't going to have to lick the little toad's stinky butt! But her relief was short-lived as her mother went on. "That doesn't mean you're getting an easy punishment. You need to be taken down a peg and learn that you aren't superior to any of these children or deserving of special privileges compared to them. And as both your cousin and this other boy are currently naked and have been forced to show you their buttocks, anuses, and genitals, I can't think of anything more appropriate and humiliating for you than to have to join them in their condition and allow them the return favor of examining you," her mother commented. "So for your humiliation, I'm going to ask Chad's brother Tommy to come up and remove your underpants, so that you'll have to be naked in front of everyone the rest of the day. You will also be walking home with us naked. Tommy, if you would, please?"

"Nooooooooo!" Chandra shouted, clasping both hands to the top of her waistband. "I'm not taking my pants off in front of these little perverts!"

Chandra's mother merely looked at her while Tommy came up and stood beside her his heart pounding with excitement at the thought that he was being asked to pull down a girl's panties. "I'm giving you one last chance, young lady. You either put your hands on your head and let him take down your underpants, or we'll hold you down, take them off for you, and then put that ring right through that place you like to touch yourself at night! You know where I mean!"

Chandra, considerably more fearful of a ring through her privates than her total humiliation, reluctantly let go of her waistband and put her hands back behind her head. Tears began flowing down her face as she began crying softly. Her crying intensified as Tommy hesitantly slipped a hand under each side of her waistband and tugged her panties down, letting them fall to her feet. He remained standing to one side of her, his eyes glued to her crotch, as the remaining children leaned forward to look at the genitals of a real, live girl.

It was actually a first for all 4 boys in the room. Chad, Tommy, and Alan had seen Playboy type nude pictures, but none had seen an actual naked girl before. Brian, although he lived in a house with 3 sisters and had been naked in front of them repeatedly, had never seen any of them nude, and had not seen any nude pictures, either.

Chad's initial response was disappointment. There didn't appear to be all that much to see – just smooth skin with a few little hairs scattered about, much like the hairs Alan had sported before Mrs. Rose had shaved them off. A smooth furrow ran down the middle of the triangle between her legs, disappearing between her legs. She must pee out of the slit, he decided. He wondered how girls kept the pee from getting all over them. He was glad he had a wiener instead. But, thinking of his wiener, he wondered how it was supposed to go together with that thing when you did sex. Maybe you put your wiener against the furrow and then rubbed it up and down the furrow, he thought.

Alan found himself surprisingly unintrigued. His cousin didn't have anything you could handle, or get a grip on. She didn't have anything neat like a dick you could stroke with your fingertips and feel get hard as you did, or a nice bulging sack that you could trace your fingers around. All in all, he'd rather look at his cousin Brian naked, or Chad's brother Tommy, or Chad himself, he thought, glancing at the latter's small genitals. Yes, he definitely liked boy stuff better.

Tommy's eyes were shining. He was looking at a real pussy! Pussies were to have sex with! He had a powerful urge to push her down and climb on top of her and grind his pelvis into that inviting, soft-looking crevice. He bet his dick would feel really good pressing against that.

Brian's response was one of amazement. Despite living in a household of females, he'd never seen one of them naked. "Where's her wee-wee?" he asked loudly. "Where does her pee come out? Can I see her butt? Can I spank her, too?"

His mother addressed his last question first. "No, you won't be spanking her right now. Chandra, turn around and show these boys your bottom," she ordered. Chandra turned around, glad to have their eyes off of her vulva for the moment, but unhappy at having to show them her bare butt. Being early in puberty, Chandra's butt was slightly more rounded that that of the two boys who'd already displayed their bare assets, but otherwise was surprisingly similar. Chandra continued crying as the company examined her bottom, which was still blushing pink from her underpants spanking. This day couldn't possibly get any worse, she thought.

Moments later her mother proved her wrong. "Okay, Chandra, they've seen you long enough from that angle. Now bend over and grab your ankles, so they can see inside your bottom."

"Moooooooom!" Chandra protested. "Don't make me bend over. They'll see my – my – my --…"

"They'll see every part of you, just as you saw ever part of them. Now bend over or I'm getting the ring." Chad wondered, briefly, where the ring was going to go on Chandra. He still couldn't see any place to attach it.

Reluctantly, Chandra bent down and grabbed her ankles as instructed, her round bottom spreading open and her vulva gaping as her mother shoved her legs farther apart. All 4 boys looked first at her pinkish red butt hole, disappointed to see that it looked almost exactly like the butt holes on boys. Their gazes then traveled downward, where all 4 were shocked to find that girls gaped open immediately under their butt holes, rather than being closed like boys. With the furrow of Chandra's vulva now wide open, they could see a narrow, moist, pink tunnel just inside the folds of her external genitals. Pink tissue surrounded the tunnel. Below the tunnel, and thus closer to Chandra's stomach, they could just make out a bumpy slit, and below that, at what would be the top of her furrow when she stood up, there was a knot of tissue that bumped up.

Chandra's mother was talking. "As you can see, boys, girls have an anus for pooping, just like yours. But the rest of them is different. Instead of having a penis for peeing, they pee out of this slit here. She leaned over to point at the bumpy slit deep between Chandra's legs. "That's why they usually sit down to pee – otherwise it might get all over them."

"That's why boys are better than girls," Brian said. "We pee standing up!"

"Girls can pee standing up, too," his mother said. "They just have to hold their vulvas a certain way so the stream goes out instead of down."

She pointed at the bump at the top of the slit. "This is a girl's clitoris. It feels good when girls rub it, just like your penises feels good when you rub them." (Brian suddenly turned red – his mother knew he rubbed his weenie at night! How did she know that?") His mother noticed his suddenly coloring and smiled indulgently. "Yes, Brian, I know you rub your penis every night – you're not as careful as you think. In fact, I know everything you do, so you'd best watch your step!" Brian blanched as quickly as he'd turned red. Did she really know everything?

His mother continued. "Anyway, as I was saying, the clitoris feels good when she rubs it. And if Chandra were to rub hers enough, she'd have an orgasm, just like you boys do when you rub your little penises. Chad and Tommy nodded, fascinated. So that was where the threatened ring would go! It looked quite a lot like the knot of skin on the underside of their penises, where Chad's mother and Alan's mother had proposed ringing them. It also looked like it would hurt a lot to jab a ring through, maybe even as much as it would hurt to have their penises ringed!

Brian looked bored. Now that he'd seen this girl stuff, he couldn't see what the big deal was. It was like boys had an outie, and girls had an innie. What was that Mr. Rogers song he sang sometimes? "Some are fancy on the outside, some are fancy on the inside," isn't that how it went? Was he talking about boys being fancy on the outside and girls being fancy on the inside? He couldn't really see inside, but it didn't look that fancy to him.

Alan felt vaguely disgusted – all those wet folds, he thought. He couldn't figure out why all the boys in his class carried on so about pussies. Who'd want to mess with a thing like that? Boys were so much drier and neater, and not full of gaping holes that looked like they might swallow you.

"This is Chandra's vagina," her mother said, pointing to the pink tunnel. "The vagina is where the baby comes out when a woman gives birth. The vagina is also where boys put their penises when boys and girls have sex."

All of a sudden everything they were looking at made sense to Chad and Tommy. You put your wiener in that tunnel! Both immediately saw how that might be a fun thing – the tunnel looked warm and wet and tight, and probably felt lots better on your wiener than your hand! Tommy and Chad both immediately wished they could take Chandra or some other girl someplace alone and try their new knowledge out. Tommy, in particular, could picture humping in and out of her vagina just like he'd done to Chad's mouth. Chad's mouth was good, but this would be lots better, because there were no teeth in there, just warm softness! And you could touch her tits while you did it! Both boys' penises went rock hard, Tommy's hidden in his sweatpants but making a visible and embarrassing tent, Chad's in plain sight, bobbing against his stomach. He leaned forward on the couch to try to hide it.

Brian also found his little wiener stiffening, although he didn't quite follow the conversation. Why would a boy stick his weenie in that? It sounded to him like too much trouble. Alan, meanwhile, had gone completely soft. He just didn't get this girl stuff at all.

Chandra was crying loudly by now. She was so humiliated – she'd never live this down! Boys were looking up her vagina! They were probably picturing sticking their little pervert dicks in her! She was never going to let a boy inside her, she vowed. Never, never, never! They all ought to have their little pervert dicks cut off when they're born!

Chad and Tommy's mother spoke up. "Don't be getting any ideas, boys. You're far too young to be sticking your little hoo-hahs anywhere except into your own fists. There are a lot of diseases you can catch by having sex, and some, like genital herpes and HIV, can't be cured."

"That goes for you, too, Alan," his mother said. "And you need to remember that sex is something you only do if the person you're doing it with wants it as badly as you do. You never, ever have sex with someone against their will like you did today! And even if the person you're going to have sex with wants it as much as you do, you must always, always wear a condom so you don't get diseases."

"What's a comdon?" Tommy asked.

"Condom," Alan's mother corrected. "It's a little latex balloon that fits tightly over a boy's penis so that his bare skin doesn't actually touch his partner's skin, and thus he can't get diseases so easily from his partner, and she,… or he," she added after a pause, looking at Alan, "can't get diseases so easily from you. It also keeps the semen boys squirt out when they have sex from making the girl pregnant. Not that you boys are old enough to do that yet."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Chad's mother commented. "I believe a couple of these boys are already capable of making small amounts of semen." Tommy and Alan blushed – everyone in the room knew who Tommy's mother was talking about, as Brian was out of the question and Chad's genitals were obviously too immature.

"All the more reason to be careful," Alan's mother said.

Chandra's mother spoke up. "And you ladies had better listen, too. You shouldn't let any boy have sex with you unless you really, really want to do it yourself, and not just to please him. And you should always make him wear a condom!"

"I don't think they come in Chad's size," Sheila commented, bringing a round of laughter from her sister. Chandra, despite the humiliating bent-over position she was in, smiled too. Her mother looked back at her. "You can straighten up, now Chandra," she said. "I think the boys have seen everything of yours now."

Chandra reached for her underpants, but her mother put a foot on them. "Don't forget what I said. The boys are naked," she said. "You're being treated like a boy tonight, so you can go naked, too. You're also going to walk back to our house just like you are now." Chandra blushed and headed for the couch, squeezing in next to Chad and leaning forward to hide her vulva, her arms crossed over her chest to hide her nipples.

"I believe it's time for Chad's humiliation," his mother said cheerfully. "Chad, stand up," she ordered. Chad rose hesitantly from the couch. His penis, which had hardened again, stood straight out from his body, bobbing.

"Chad has obviously gotten overexcited looking at your daughter," his mother said, hating the sight of his bobbing organ. "I think we should do something about that. Chad, come over and face everyone."

Chad walked over reluctantly. He could think of two things she might have in mind, both of them nasty. She might beat him with the swatter again, but that would be pain, wouldn't it, and she had promised him humiliation. So that meant that she would probably make him…

His mother confirmed his train of thought. "Chad, for your humiliation, you have to bring yourself to orgasm standing here and using your hand, with everyone watching. And don't try to fake it – I can tell a real orgasm from a fake one!"

Chad knew she could – everyone could. In a real orgasm, your wiener jumped and the head of it swelled each time you squeezed your butt, and your wiener got soft but stayed big afterward. He looked at the eager crowd of kids watching. The girls were looking forward with glittering eyes, Tommy was smirking, and Brian was looking at him in a puzzled fashion. Alan was leaning forward, his own penis rapidly hardening. Chad gripped his penis in his right hand and shut his eyes. He could do this as long as he didn't have to look at them and could pretend he was alone. His mother immediately spoke up. "Eyes open," she ordered. "I want you to see everyone watching you, so you'll experience the greatest humiliation. In fact, I'm ordering that you have to have eye contact with someone the whole time. No looking over our heads. Now get to work or I'm getting the ring."

Chad began dutifully stroking his hard penis in his usual way, with hand reversed and his thumb and forefinger against his body. He scanned the room, trying to decide who to look at. He looked first at Brian, whose glittering little eyes were dancing. Brian had reached in the front of his own pants and was openly stroking his own penis while watching. Chad shuddered, finding the idea of the younger boy jerking off while watching him jerking off disturbing. He then looked at Chandra, but she was watching his crotch too intensely, appearing to enjoy every movement of his hand. He finally settled on looking at Rebecca's face. Rather than smirking like the other girls, she was smiling encouragingly and looking at his face, not his stroking hand. He smiled back at her, looked into her brown eyes, and increased his stroking speed. She returned his smile. He could picture her kissing his face as he laid on his bed, then reaching over and stroking his penis for him as he was doing himself. Then she'd take her pants off and he'd climb on top of her and find that warm tunnel inside her and slide his wiener in …

His hand had become a blur on his organ, and before he knew it he was up on his toes, thrusting his hips and, despite his efforts to be silent, grunting with each clenching of his butt. The powerful, pleasant feelings washed over him, and his hand slowed and stopped, his body still shuddering. He settled back on his heels as the kids in the room burst into applause. He looked hopefully down at the end of his wiener. Surely an orgasm as powerful as that had to be wet, didn't it? The tip of his small organ was still bone dry, to his disappointment. Only then did the embarrassment wash over him. He'd jerked off in front of girls again! And his mother had been watching, too, and those other two women! How had he done that? He let go of his penis like it was a hot potato, and his face colored with embarrassment.

"Told you he couldn't squirt," Tommy muttered to Sheila, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Neither does Brian when he does it," she replied, just as loudly. "I've seen him – he pounds his little thing all the time when he thinks no one is watching. He was doing it just now, watching your brother."

Brian, who'd orgasmed quietly before Chad and thought he'd been unobserved, blushed and buried his head in a couch pillow. To his relief his mother ignored him.

Alan's mother spoke up. "Now that each of our little miscreants has experienced a round of humiliation, let's start the next round of punishments. I've come up with a little trial for Alan, kind of like what they have on that TV show, Survivor. How well he does on this challenge will determine how much he's punished the next round." She picked up a blanket that had been piled to once side and unfolded it, doubling it over to make a pad on the floor in front of the fireplace. "Alan, come lie on the floor, face down," she ordered.

Frightened, but not sure what he was frightened of yet, Alan walked awkwardly, penis bobbing, to the blanket and lay down. He looked over his shoulder at his mother the way a trapped mouse looks at a snake. Chad, thankful no longer to be the center of attention, sat gingerly on the couch. The end of his penis tingled from his recent masturbatory activities, and his butt still stung from being spanked. He also was already looking ahead, knowing that Alan's next pain punishment would soon be followed by his own.

Alan's mother held a candle up. It somewhat thinner than a dining room candle, and barely over 8 inches long. "This punishment will determine how long a punishment my son experiences in the final punishment round. You can see that I've made a series of marks on the candle, starting from the top, and stopping about 3 inches from the bottom. I'll light the candle, and we'll let it burn down until Alan gives up or gets up from the floor. However many marks still remain is how many minutes his punishment will last. If he stops as soon as we start, his punishment will last 15 minutes. Every line that gets burned off is one minute. If he lets it burn all the way down, his punishment will only last one minute."

"What is this mysterious final punishment?" Chad's mother asked.

"Here, I'll whisper it to you," Alan's mother replied, leaning over and whispering into Chad's mother's ear. Chandra's mother also leaned over, and was given the information as well.

"Oooooooh, sounds like the perfect punishment to finish up with for exceptionally naughty boys like ours," Chad's mother said, smothering a laugh. "I believe I'll have give Chad the same punishment – whatever Alan earns this round, Chad will get, too!"

"I think I'll do the same with Chandra," her mother agreed.

"So we're agreed that all three kids get whatever Alan earns this round, then," Alan's mother said. "Let's get on with it."

"But I don't understand, mother," Sheila said. "Why wouldn't Alan just let the candle burn down all the way after you light it, if all three of them get less punishment then?" Sheila asked.

"Because of where I'm going to put it," Alan's mother replied. She took the candle and got down on her knees beside her son. She then leaned a knee against the small of his back, pinning his torso to the floor, while her other knee she placed across his legs, pinning them as well. "You see, this is where I'm going to put it," she said with finality. She reached down and placed her left hand on her son's welted bottom, pulling his butt crack apart. With her other hand, she lined the base of the candle up with Alan's wrinkled center eye.

"Please no," Alan whispered in horror, his eyes bugging as he felt the base of the candle push strongly against his nether orifice. "Please no. Please no!" He was so frightened he could barely squeeze the words out.

His mother ignored him. "Because this is a punishment, I haven't put any lubricant on this of any kind," she said. "Besides, you didn't put any lubricant on your finger when you shoved it up Chad earlier today, did you? So hold still, son, this is going to hurt!"

Without pause, she pushed hard on the candle, forcibly parting her son's anus and shoving the candle an inch and a half into his body. Alan squealed like a trapped pig, arching his back, then dropped limply back to the floor and began sobbing into his folded arms. The candle bobbed, sticking out of his butt at a slight angle. His mother released his buttocks, pushing the candle in slightly more until the first mark lined up with the curve of his buttocks. Alan squealed again as she adjusted the candle. "It hurts, it hurts," he moaned over and over again into his arms, twisting his head from side to side and trying to reach past his mother to grab the candle. "Take it out, take it out!" he wailed over and over, tears streaming down his cheeks.

His mother grabbed his arms firmly, keeping him pinned to the floor. "You don't much like having things shoved up your butt, do you, son?" she said firmly. "I bet Chad and Brian didn't like your finger up their butts either." She looked at the watching crowd. "We'll give him awhile to calm down before we light it," she said over Alan's complaints. "One of you can go ahead with your child's punishment while we wait." She turned her head toward her son. "Shush, Alan. Don't be such a baby – you're not Chad! I doesn't hurt as bad as that! A ring through your penis will hurt a lot more, so quiet down or we'll do that as well." Alan, hearing her, fought valiantly to control his movements, trying to quit crying and deal with the burning discomfort the candle was making in his anus. He realized it actually didn't hurt as much now as it had when she'd inserted the candle. It really wasn't that big. His rectum burned and his butt hole was uncomfortably stretched, but the screaming agony he'd felt on first insertion had abated. He tried to stop crying.

Chandra's mother looked at Chad's. "I don't think Chad needs quite so much punishment as Alan this round," Mrs. Henson said. "He did get spanked at school, but that was partially at Alan's urging, and he peed in the compost when I'd ordered him to hold it, so I will punish him, but I'll make this one something a bit smaller, and then he can have a bigger punishment in the final pain round. And I'd just as soon allow his bottom some time to heal from today's spankings before we spank him again." She thought a minute. "Ah, I know just the punishment. It'll be unpleasant, but it won't add to the damage on his bottom. Chad, come stand here in front of Alan and face the room."

Chad reluctantly rose and positioned himself in front of the still whimpering Alan, his hands at his sides. Alan was moaning into his folded arms, alternately squeezing and relaxing his butt, making the candle wave as he did. He had stopped trying to struggle and his mother had eased her weight off of him. But the candle stretching his anus and separating his butt cheeks was very uncomfortable, and it was all he could do to keep from using his rectal muscles to force the candle out. The only thing stopping him was the his certain belief that if he were use his butt muscles to literally poop out the candle, the next thing he'd be feeling would be a steel needle going through the underside of his prized penis. No, he decided, he'd hold still for this candle business, even though he feared what would happen when his mother lit it.

Chad stopped in front of Alan. His mother stood behind him and gripped his hands, holding them over his head until he was up on his tiptoes. "Tommy, would you come up here and show the rest of the children how to punish Chad with a finger flick, please," she said.

Chad quailed and tried to twist away, but his mother gathered both his hands in one of hers and then circled the other hand around his waist and gripped his penis hard, bringing his movements to a halt. Chad began kicking his feet, but found that hanging by his arms and her grip on his penis was very uncomfortable, and he tired quickly, lowering his legs to the ground again, panting. His mother addressed him. "Now that's all the resistance you're going to show, young man," she said firmly. "You keep your feet on the ground and take your flicks like a man, or you're getting ringed."

Chad, defeated and fearing the ring as much as Alan, slumped obediently. His legs could hardly hold him, and he was trembling with fear. He hated being flicked. It caused a sharp, overwhelming flood of pain when the finger hit, followed by a deep ache in his balls that went on for hours. How many flicks was he going to get?

Tommy approached and addressed the other children. "You just put your finger under you thumb, like this," he said, demonstrating in the air, "and then you flick it out fast, like this, so your fingernail hits one of his balls," he finished. "Like this." He lowered his hand until his trapped fingertip was half an inch from Chad's small package, then flicked, hitting the boy on the left nut. Chad squalled in pain, lifting his legs off the floor in an attempt to reach a fetal position. His mother waited for his legs to drop.

"Okay," she said over his keening at the pain in his tiny left ball. "Who wants to be next?" There was a quick jostling as Brian and the girls lined up in front of Chad, each eager for their turn. Chandra even joined the back of the line, desiring her own revenge on this boy who'd looked so avidly at her bare privates, but hadn't cared to look at her when he'd pleasured himself. Okay, she wasn't as stacked as her sisters, but she was just as cute as Sheila and Rebecca! And she was naked! So why did he look at her sister when he got excited rather than her? Well, fine! He'd pay for ignoring her! She'd flick him so hard he'd know!

The line move quickly once they started, as one by one, the children flicked Chad's vulnerable, completely exposed balls, alternating sides while he squealed and thrashed. A dull, continuous throb built up in them, punctuated by sharp stabs of intense pain every time a fingernail landed on one of his vulnerable orbs.

The total of 5 children meant that by the time Chandra had enjoyed her turn, her sharp fingernail creating the greatest agony in Chad as it whapped into his left testis, he'd received 3 flicks on the left side, but only 2 on the right. Chad's mother solved this problem by allowing Chandra a second turn. Thrilled at having another chance at revenge on this boy who'd stared at her privates but then so pointedly ignored her, she firmly flicked her fingertip as hard as she could into the hard lump on the right hand side of Chad's wrinkled sack and watched his reaction. Chad, who'd been gasping and howling continuously, began thrashing like a wild animal as this last flick landed, gagging and wanting nothing but relief from the hideous, throbbing pain.

Feeling his testes had been punished enough, and worried that her elder son might start vomiting at any moment, Chad's mother released him and sat him on the couch, where he rolled into a fetal position, bawling, both hands clutching his throbbing sack. Alan's mother turned back to her son, who'd quieted down as he'd gotten used to the burn in his rectum and was lying still, quietly crying into his arms. "Time to light your candle, son," she said firmly. "Let me explain what you can expect. Candles gradually drip hot wax down the sides of them as they burn. I'm going to make sure the candle is straight up when I light it, so the wax can trickle down the sides slowly before it reaches the bottom. If you hold still and keep the candle straight, the wax will be much cooler by the time it reaches the bottom, and it will only feel uncomfortably hot on your bottom or your anus, but it won't burn them. If you let the candle get off crooked by wiggling or squirming, the wax will roll down one side faster, and will be hotter when it comes in contact with the delicate skin of your bottom or anus. Then it might burn a bit. If you let the candle angle backwards, toward your legs, the wax will end up flowing into the crack of your bottom, because your butt is separated a bit where it enters, and you may find your anus or the skin between your legs or even your scrotum getting uncomfortably hot as a result. If you let the candle wiggle, bits of hot wax will fall through the air instead of flowing down the candle, and will undoubtedly burn painfully wherever on your bottom they land."

"Your best move would be to hold still as possible and keep the candle upright even when the wax starts getting uncomfortably hot on you. You can stop the burning by standing up at any time, but if you do, you'll get one minute of punishment for every line on the candle that isn't burned." She flicked the lighter and held it to the wick, cautioning, "Now hold still, Alan, and this won't hurt so much."

Alan's eyes danced in terror as the flame caught. He had a burning candle in his butt! He squeezed his buttocks hard, expecting burning pain where it entered his body at any moment, but nothing happened for some time as the wax gradually drifted down but hardened before reaching the bottom of the candle. He lay tensely, breathing hard, knowing burning pain was coming, but no knowing when. Nearby, on the couch, he could hear Chad whimpering. Poor guy, he thought to himself. He got it right on the balls, 6 times! On the other hand, he had a burning candle in his own butt, and hot wax might land on his most delicate parts any moment. He couldn't decide if he pitied Chad or envied him.

Meanwhile, Chandra's mother spoke up. "I believe we have some time before there will be any serious response from my nephew, so I'll go ahead with Chandra now. I'll need you boys who aren't being punished at the moment to clear off the coffee table and bring it over here by the sofa, please," she ordered. Tommy and Brian did as instructed, bringing the table to the center of the room. "Chandra, lie on the table on your back, please. Let your legs hang off the end." Chandra did as instructed, blushing when the position exposed and spread open her nearly bald vulva to the boys. Chad, still whimpering and clutching his sack, was made to get up, stop comforting his shrunken genitals, and stand on one side of her, Tommy on the other. At her mother's command, both raised her legs and separated them, bringing them down on either side of her arms, putting her in a position familiar to both Chad and Alan from personal experience as the diaper position, and to Chad as the inspection position. Then, at her mother's instructions, they each looped her left arm over her left leg, and her right arm over her right leg, and then held each one of her arms down against the table so that she couldn't let go of her legs and her body was completely immobilized. Her vulva was now spread open between her thighs, her buttocks and anus wide open and visible underneath. Tommy and Chad, as they were facing that way, could examine at their leisure her wide open genitals and anal region, and it began having an effect on both of them immediately. Despite his still throbbing balls, Chad's penis began to harden, quickly standing straight out from his body, pulsing with his heart beat. Tommy's penis also rose, making a tent in his sweatpants. To his embarrassment, both of his arms were in use holding Chandra, and thus he couldn't flip his penis up against his stomach where it would be more comfortable and less visible.

Chandra could clearly see the results of her effect on both boys, as they was standing on either side of her face, holding her, and indeed, Chad's small hard penis was bobbing right above her eyes.

"Stop looking at me!" she wailed. "I know what it means when boys' dicks get hard – I have a little brother! Get your pervert eyes off me and look somewhere else!" Chad, becoming used to obeying females, looked guiltily away, but Tommy kept openly staring at the girl's lewdly exposed crotch. Chandra could feel his eyes boring into her. "Mooooommy," she whined, mortified at her exposure. "Can't Rebecca and Sheila hold me? I don't like them looking at my private parts!"

On the floor, Alan whimpered suddenly as he felt a spot of warmth suddenly blossom on his left butt cheek where the candle was touching it, become warmer for the moment, and then start cooling off. The wax had reached the bottom of the candle. He looked cautiously over his shoulder, trying not to make the candle move. He could see the streams of hot wax moving slowly down from the top, but the bottom part of the candle was out of his view. All he could do was wait for more sudden heat on his bare skin.

Meanwhile Chandra's mother spoke up in reply to Chandra's question. "Boys wouldn't be looking at your genitals if you had behaved yourself this week, instead of acting like a brat," her mother said firmly. "But given how rude and obnoxious you've been this week, I'm not only going to let them look at you, I'm ordering them to look at you. Chad, stop looking at the floor and look at Chandra's vulva. Brian, get your little butt over here and look at your sister, too! Yes, that's it, stand right her between her legs and get a good look," she ordered her younger son, positioning him so that he was right behind his sister and pressing on the back of his head until his face was so close to her vulva that Chandra could feel his hot, moist breath on her. His little penis immediately tented his pants as he gazed at his sister's private areas from a few inches away. Unselfconsciously his hand slipped into the front of his pants, where he began idly messaging his hard penis as he looked. His mother looked at him indulgently. She reached over and spread Chandra's labia more widely, so all three boys could see her moist, pink vagina inside.

"Do boys really stick their weenies in there?" Brian asked, poking at his sister's vaginal opening.

"Well, you don't," his mother replied, "because Chandra is your sister, and you don't have sex with your sister. And she wouldn't let you, anyway. No other boy is going to stick his penis in there either for a long, long, time – not until Chandra has grown up. But you're right in principle --- that's what that part of her body is for."

She let the boys stare at her daughter's genitals a bit longer, then shifted Brian back a ways to give herself room. She stood to her daughter's left side, allowing easy access to her daughter's open genitals.

"Now I believe we'll begin your punishment for all your rude behavior this week. Chandra looked up at her mother with stark fear in her eyes, wondering what her mother was going to do that required her to be bent and spread this way. She didn't have to wait long. Her mother showed her a small paint stirring stick that she'd obtained from the side drawer where Alan's mother had collected assorted punishment equipment for her own possible use that evening. Chandra's eyes bugged when she saw it. She knew just what her mother had planned for her now! She began protesting, her voice an octave higher than normal. "Nooooooo! Nooooooo, please Mommmy! Don't paddle me theeeeeeere! Nooooooooo! You can't spank me theeeeeeere! I can't staaaaaaaand it!"

"You can stand it, and you will," her mother said forcefully. "In order to teach you not to be rude and disobedient in the future, I'm going to give you a good paddling on your entire genital region. That means I'm going to paddle your vulva, from anus all the way up to your clitoris," she said to her now terror-stricken daughter. "And I won't stop until your entire vulva has been paddled!"

Chandra tried to free herself, thrashing and wailing. "Noooooooo, you caaaaan't! Not theeeeeeere! Noooooooooooo!" To the amazement of the three watching boys, liquid spurted from the small bump between her legs and arched out over the edge of the table to land on the floor. Chad, Tommy, and Brian were all amazed. Except for fact that the bump was smaller than any penis, Chandra didn't pee any differently than boys did! As Chad has suspected, thought, the last of her stream did run down her vulva across her anus onto the table, wetting all three. Her mother shook her head disgustedly and took a small towel that Alan's mother handed her (she'd had it handy all evening, no knowing when her own son might lose control). She efficiently mopped up the mess, first from Chandra, then the table, and then the floor under the table.

"I should have known you'd do something like that," she said to her daughter," setting the towel on the floor in case there was more forthcoming.

"No harm done," Alan's mother said cheerfully. "It's probably just as well she emptied herself out before you started the paddling, anyway."

"Nooooooooo!" Chandra wailed, trying to escape again. On the floor behind Chad, Alan whimpered more loudly as a bigger puddle of wax gathered on his right bun and then cooled, but not before it had stung one of his residual welts painfully. "Noooooooo," Chandra wailed again. "You can't spank me theeeeeere!" Her last words dissolved into a squeal as her mother brought the small paddle down on the left side of her vulva, just above her anus, with a swift snap of her wrist. Chad and Tommy had to hold on to her for dear life to keep from being bucked off as Chandra thrashed and tried to escape. Her mother waited about 5 seconds, then paddled the other side of the girl's vulva in the same place, creating more shrieking and a similar physical reaction. Chad noted with interest that both sides of the girl's vulva had immediately reddened, becoming pinker than her now wildly contracting anus. After waiting another 5 seconds, her mother smacked the right side again, just above her first blow, and then 5 seconds later, the left. Chandra squealed incoherently as her delicate female parts burned with pain. The spanking seemed to go on forever, her mother hitting first one side of her vulva and then the other over and over, moving slowly up towards her stomach as she went.

Finally, after each side had received 5 blows, her mother changed positions, elbowing Brian aside and taking his position between her spread legs, lining the end of the paddle up with the top of the girl's vulva. "I'm giving you three right here, on your sensitive spot," her mother said loudly, to be heard over Chandra's shrieking. "That ought to get your attention, don't you think?"

As her mother's words registered, Chandra thrashed and shrieked incoherently, but her mother implacably raised the paddle and brought it down on the small protruding lump at the top of her vulva. The effect on Chandra was electric – you'd have thought her mother had cut the bump off the way she twisted and screamed. Unperturbed, her mother waited a good 10 seconds and struck in the same place again, and then another 10 before landing the last blow.

The boys fought to hold the squealing girl as she sobbed uncontrollably. All she could feel was burning pain in her entire private area. It was only after at least two minutes that she was able to start quieting her crying and thrashing about.

Alan, meanwhile, had almost forgotten his candle as he watched as best he could from his position on the ground by the coffee table. He couldn't see much, even through the glass-topped table, but he could imagine a lot as he listened to his cousin get paddled on her bare pussy. He had been amazed to see the stream of fluid come arching off of the table, but possessed only a clinical interest in seeing where it had originated. He marveled at her reaction, though – she'd acted much like he'd felt when paddled with The Stinger. Suddenly a burning pain in his buttocks reminded him of his situation. A blob of wax had made it to the bottom of the candle, and had come off the front side, so it had landed in the upper cleft of his buns, where it stung unbearably for a moment and then cooled to tolerable level. As the heat receded, another stab of pain appeared just above it, corresponding to another bead of wax. The flow was coming faster now. He tensed as the wax cooled, but for a minute nothing else happened. Chandra continued sobbing on the table while the boys held her.

Alan relaxed again. Just as he did, a searing pain exploded deep in his crack, right on the bottom side of his butt hole! The pain grew into a sharp, hot stab, then gradually diminished again as the wax cooled. His butt hole contracted sharply on its own, only to cause deep burning pain in his rectum as is closed on the unyielding candle. Before he could relax, there was another hot stab of pain, this time at the top of his crack. The drips were sliding down the candle now, striking his skin closer and closer together, and burning more each time.

Over on the coffee table, Chad and Tommy released Chandra, and she immediately dropped her legs to the floor and spread them, and then gripped her sore vulva with both hands, curling over it and continuing to bawl.

Alan was growing more and more tense on the floor. The wax drips kept getting hotter, and spreading out further from the candle. More of his butt around his butt hole was becoming uncomfortably hot and sore as time went on. The drops didn't seem to cool, now, before another drop landed and heated things up more. Though he was trying to hold still, his butt hole twitched violently as a large glob hit the underside of it again. This caused the candle to bob suddenly, and a large rivulet of wax slid down the back side of the candle and flowed across the bottom of his anus and out onto the smooth, soft skin between his legs, burning unbearably all the way to his balls. Alan whooped and jumped up onto his knees, grabbing the candle in his right hand and ripping it out of his bottom, squealing. His mother leaned over and calmly blew out the flame.

Alan's cries calmed as with a sinking heart he realized what he had done. His mother pried the candle from his fingers. Holding it up, she pronounced, "ten lines – that means ten minutes of punishment for you in the final pain round," she announced.

Alan was petrified. Ten minutes? Ten minutes of what? Ten minutes of any punishment would be bad, wouldn't it? He'd gotten 4 minutes of paddling earlier that day and had thought he was dying – they wouldn't paddle him for 10 minutes would they? But what else could they do to him for 10 minutes? He started whimpering uncontrollably. His mother had no sympathy. She leaned over and began peeling wax off her son's butt, bringing startled yelps from him as the wax removal irritated sore skin.

"I'm going to set out the ice cream for the well-behaved children here," she said as she pulled the large lump from between his legs next to his wrinkled sack, getting an anguished yelp for her son in response. "Then you three can do your last humiliation round while we enjoy dessert."