Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 38

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 38
by Chadlad

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Chapter 38: The Floor Show

Alan, Chad, and Chandra were lined up in front of the fireplace, butts to the room and noses against the mantle, while the other 4 children cheerfully busied themselves spooning out ice cream and adding toppings. When they were all seated on the couch and chairs again, happily slurping away, Alan's mother spoke up. "I think I have a perfect final humiliation punishment for the two boys. If you agree with me, we can start it right now, while we eat our ice cream," she said, smiling.

"You've had such good ideas so far tonight," Chad's mother replied, "that I'm sure I'll agree with this one."

"Here's my proposal, then," Alan's mother went on, spooning ice cream into her mouth. "I think we should have a little floor show. I'd like the boys to be forced to pleasure each other orally, simultaneously, right here in front of everybody. We'll make them compete over who can make the other one orgasm the most times in 10 minutes – winner gets 2 minutes taken away from his final punishment, loser gets 2 minutes added to his. So the winner will get 8 minutes in the final punishment, the loser 12."

"That sounds excellent," Chad's mother replied. "But if they both have their mouths full, how will we know when one of them orgasms? And how do we keep them from cheating by hiding their orgasms so that they can win?"

"I've thought of that already," Alan's mother replied. "We'll tell each of our boys that when he starts to orgasm, he has to push the other boy's face away and pull his penis out of the other boy's mouth and finish his orgasms out in the open, with nothing touching his organ. That way we'll be able to see their little penises contract and know they've really orgasmed. Besides, that will make it more of a punishment, because everyone knows that boys' orgasms are a lot less fulfilling when you stop the stimulation just as they start. They'll be building up each time, only to be disappointed at the climax. That should also make them get hard again faster and orgasm again sooner."

"But what if the boy who's having an orgasm cheats and doesn't admit to it, so he can get the shorter punishment time?" Chad's mother asked reasonably.

Alan's mother had considered that, too. "That's easy," she said. "Each of our sons will be able to tell when the other is having an orgasm from the pulsing of the other boy's his penis in his mouths, even if the orgasm is dry. We can tell, too, by the way they stiffen and curl their toes and by the squeezing of their little butts. We just promise them that if one of them has an orgasm inside the other's mouth without withdrawing, he gets ringed, and automatically gets his punishment time doubled. That way, they'll be honest themselves, and they'll keep each other honest."

"This sounds like an excellent punishment, but what about my daughter?" Mrs. Walker asked reasonably. "She should be involved in this humiliation in some way, too."

"I know!," Sheila interjected. "You should make her play with herself, too, just like Alan's little boyfriend had to do!" (Over by the mantle, Chad flinched as he heard himself described as Alan's boyfriend. He supposed she just meant he was Alan's friend and he was a boy, but he wished she wouldn't put it that way.) Sheila was continuing to explain her reasoning. "If the boys have to make each other cum, it's only fair that she should have to make herself cum. And having to do it in front of all of us should teach her a good lesson."

"That's good," her mother conceded. "But how do we get her to try her hardest to orgasm, rather than just fool around with herself and fake it until the time's up?"

"I have an idea," Tommy spoke up. "Why not tell her that she has to keep playing with herself in front of us until she has as many orplasms as the boy who has the most? That should make her try hard just to get it over with."

"What if she fakes it?" Sheila asked. "We all know females are famous for faking orgasms."

The women thought a second. "That's a point," Alan's mother conceded. "The boys will keep each other honest, because they'll each be able to feel each others' penises pulse in their mouths, and Alan can ejaculate, so he won't be able to fool Chad. But how can we tell for sure when Chandra has an orgasm?" (And how does Mom know I can squirt, Alan thought to himself.)

"Let me see, what do girls do when they orgasm that we can use as an indicator?" Chad's mother asked.

"I know how to tell when Chandra cums," Rebecca suddenly spoke up. "I've heard her do it practically every night for the last year. She makes this little 'eh eh eh eh' in the back of her throat, and the last one becomes a kind of little moan. I don't really think she could fake the noises she makes – they're pretty distinctive, and as I say I've heard them a lot lately."

"Excellent," Chandra's mother said. "You can listen for the right noises, and I'll be watching to make sure that she does appropriate pelvic thrusts and bottom contractions at the same time. Between us, we should be able to detect faking."

Chandra blushed brightly over by the fireplace. She hadn't thought her sister was awake and listening when she'd enjoyed her private pleasure. Next to her, the two boys were listening to the discussion between the women with pounding hearts. I have to suck Alan for 10 minutes? Chad was thinking to himself. Even when he'd had to suck Tommy, Jesse, and the little twins from next door, the whole thing hadn't taken more than 4 minutes, and he'd been left with a sore, tired jaw and a taste he hadn't been able to get out of his mouth for hours. Ten minutes? With everyone in the room watching, even that baby kid? He'd never be able to hold his head up again! Cocksucker, that's what he'd be called if word got out. But these kids didn't even live around here, and didn't go to his school. And Alan certainly wouldn't be telling anybody, and neither would Tommy, because then he'd tell everyone that Tommy made him do his wiener, too.

Alan, meanwhile, couldn't decide if he was feeling embarrassment or excitement. He found the thought of his cousins watching him suck Chad's dick humiliating, but actually sucking Chad itself was actually mildly exciting. Since he'd licked the syrup off of Chad's dick earlier that evening, he'd been fascinated by the thought that it wasn't that bad having a boy's dick in his mouth, it actually felt kind of neat, and that he might actually want to do it again. And the fact he'd be sucked in return would be a big bonus. He loved being sucked, and had been so disappointed that he could find so few boys who would do it for him. True, having to pull out when he came would be a drag, but on the balance he was feeling an odd mixture of excitement and fear.

Meanwhile, the mothers had agreed that their plan was a good one, and set out to put it into action. The coffee table was moved, this time by Tommy and Brian, and everyone seated comfortably in chairs or on the couch. Alan and Chad were made to lie down in the middle of the floor on the blanket in front of the fireplace, Alan's head right in front of Chad's genitals and vice-versa. Each boy could feel the other's hot, moist breath on his already hardened penis and wrinkled scrotal sacs. Chad's mother laid out the rules for the boys. "Remember, boys, you can reduce your own punishments substantially if you make the other boy orgasm more often than you. So you'll want to suck and lick each other as hard and fast as you can so that you'll win. But whenever you feel yourself reaching orgasm, you have to push your partner's head away with your hands, and orgasm with nothing touching your penis so that you won't enjoy it as much, and so we can see that you orgasmed. If you don't push your partner away when you orgasm and do it in his mouth and we catch you, you'll be ringed, and your punishment time will be doubled. And believe me, we'll catch you if you try that – I know all about how a boy's bottom moves and how his body stiffens and how his toes curl when he orgasms." (I wonder how she knows that, Chad thought idly to himself. When did she every see boys orgasm? It never occurred to him that in her early college years his mother had possessed magic hands that were even more appreciated by her boyfriends than he had appreciated Cynthia's touch.)

Chandra's mother turned to her daughter, who was now standing next to the two boys lying on the floor and facing the other children, looking unhappy. "Chandra, you have to make yourself orgasm as many times as the boy who orgasms the most. And you won't be able to stop pleasuring yourself until you have, even if it takes all night. Don't even think of disobeying me, or I'll have your aunt get out the rings. You'd better just concentrate on working as hard and fast as you can if you want to get this humiliation over with as soon as you can."

"I'll start the timer when I say go," Mrs. Delvecchio said. "You boys have 10 minutes from that point. Chandra, of course, has no time limit, but she'll have to keep pleasuring herself until the she reaches the proper total. Ready, set, go!"

Chad and Alan grasped each other's erect penises by the base and forced them down, plunging their mouths over each hard rod and sucking and licking for all they were worth. Neither knew what the final punishment would be, but both wanted to reduce their share of it at all costs. Chad, having never been sucked before in his life, was amazed by the powerful warm, wet feelings Alan's mouth and tongue aroused in him. No wonder Tommy wanted to be sucked day and night! He could feel the exciting pressure already building in him at the base of his penis, where all his orgasm seemed to originate. Alan's wet tongue tickled the top side of his penis so pleasantly, and the ridges of his palate were heavenly on the knot of skin on the underside, next to his pee slit. He focused on tonguing Alan's long, thin organ, trying to make him cum more quickly, while he moved his mouth up and down the shaft in imitation of Alan's technique on his own shaft. The girls in the room watched with interest and some excitement. "Bet you Chad cums most," Sheila said to Rebecca. "If I win, you do the dishes all week, and if you win, I'll take out the trash all week."

"Deal," said Rebecca. "I'm sure Alan will cum more, anyway, because his thing is bigger."

"Ah, but littler boys cum more easily," Sheila countered. "Come on, Alan! Make him cum!"

"Come on, Chad," Rebecca countered. "You don't want the most punishment, do you? Suck harder!"

Brian and Tommy had been ignoring the boys on the floor. From the start, they were staring at Chandra fixedly, waiting excitedly to see just how girls stimulated themselves. They watched with glittering eyes as the contest began and Chandra lowered her hands reluctantly to her crotch, circling her right index finger around the bump at the top of her vulva, while at the same time trailing the fingers of her other hand up and down the furrow between her legs, digging her fingers deeper and deeper into the furrow with each pass. It took Tommy a moment to realize she was actually plunging her left index finger into the place you were supposed to put your dick each time her hand dove in there. Meanwhile, her right finger kept circling the little bump, pushing it harder and more roughly with each moment. To Tommy's amazement, he realized that it had grown, just like a little penis, and was sticking out more prominently from the fold at the top of her vulva. His own penis twitched repeatedly in his pants, and he realized the liquid pressure was building in him just as it did when he was masturbating. As his excitement rose, the hot pressure within him rose, as well. Within moments, he realized he felt like he might cum in his pants at any minute, and he hadn't even touched himself!

Chad suddenly reached down with his hand and roughly pushed Alan's face free of his penis. He stopped sucking Alan a moment as his glistening little helmeted rod pulsed repeatedly and he squeezed his butt and tensed, disappointed that the sensation of orgasm died so quickly. He took his mouth off of Alan's tool for a moment. "Do I have to push him away? It makes it stop feeling good," he complained.

"So you're saying not being sucked while you cum sucks? It sucks to not be sucked?" Tommy replied, making Brian laugh loudly.

"Yes, you do," Chad's mother told him firmly, again indulgently ignoring her younger son's mildly crude language. "That's once for you," she added. "Better stop complaining and get to work catching up." Realizing the truth of her observation, Chad immediately started sucking Alan vigorously again, moving his mouth up and down the longer shaft like it was a popsicle. If I'd said something like that, I'd have gotten my mouth washed out with soap, he thought to himself. And then I bet I'd have gotten paddled bare butt. But Tommy can do anything. It just isn't fair!

Trying to maintain his advantage, Alan quickly grabbed Chad's free organ and closed his mouth around it, trying to make him harden quickly and cum again. A shudder went through Chad as he initially found this contact too stimulating immediately after his orgasm, but his system quickly adapted and his penis started hardening again. Despite the fact that he wanted to win this contest, Chad couldn't help but respond to the powerful feelings Alan's efforts induced in him. Meanwhile, Alan couldn't stop the building excitement in his own organ from Chad's renewed efforts, and in seconds he had to pull out of Chad himself, forcing a few drops of clear fluid out the tip of his penis to land on the blanket underneath while he shuddered, also disappointed at how quickly his orgasm died off without additional stimulation. Alan's mother leaned down with a tissue and swiped the end of his penis and then the blanket. "See, I was right to force you to pull out," she commented. "It wouldn't be fair for Chad to have to take that in his mouth when he doesn't do that to you." Chad hesitated a moment and looked at Alan's penis tip, not wanting any of Alan's fluid in his mouth, but when he saw nothing on the boy's penis, he plunged his mouth back over it, determined to catch up. Alan's penis didn't harden immediately, but within half a minute he could feel a response to his efforts.

Chandra, just then, began making odd noises in the back of her throat. She plunged the first two fingers of her left hand deep in her vagina while she mauled her clitoris with her right, thrusting and squeezing her butt tightly. Her hand slowed and she gasped, catching her breath. She's sticking her finger in herself like it was a dick, Tommy realized. She actually wants a dick in there! Maybe my dick! At the thought of having his dick in her while she thrust her hips and moaned like that, Tommy's penis twitched powerfully and he unconsciously shifted his hand to the front of his pants to move it to a less stimulating position. This turned out to be a mistake, because as soon as he contacted the sensitive head through his sweatpants, his penis gave a lurch and he came, powerful orgasmic feelings washing over him as he squirted his small load right in his underwear and gasped audibly. A damp spot immediately appeared on the front of his sweatpants.

Tommy looked around guiltily, but every eye was focused on Chandra or the boys and no one seemed to have noticed, with the exception of Brian. The younger boy looked down at the spot Tommy was trying to cover, grinned at him, and squeezed his own erect member through his pants several times.

Tommy was glad he didn't cum as noisily as Chad did, with his loud grunting, or as Chandra did with her little machine gun sounds. He settled his hand over the wet spot and tried to look nonchalant. He suddenly got an idea. "I gotta go to the bathroom," he announced to no one in particular, quickly vanishing up the hall. He raced into the bathroom, closed and locked the door, and whipped his pants and underpants down and began wiping himself with tissues. When he came back, anyone who saw the wet spot on his pants would just attribute it to boyish carelessness, he thought with satisfaction. He was amazed that his organ was already hardening again as he pictured the naked Chandra madly mauling her pussy. He disposed of the tissues and raced out the door – he didn't want to miss any more of that show!

"The score's still one apiece," Sheila said to him as he returned. The two boys were sucking furiously on each other, trying to reduce their own punishments. Chandra's hands were also busy, trying to get her humiliation over with. In the next round, Chad came quite a bit before Alan, with Chandra right on Alan's heels. Alan's orgasm involved only a tiny dribble of fluid this time that barely cleared his penis tip.

"He's running dry already," Rebecca commented. "Boys don't have much stuff in them, do they?"

"Older boys do," her mother commented. "But Alan is still very young. He actually does quite well – you'll notice his little friend doesn't produce any semen at all!"

Sucking vigorously despite a sore jaw and tired tongue, Chad blushed at the comments again. Everybody had to keep pointing out he couldn't squirt, that he didn't have hair, that his wiener was small, and that his balls were tiny, he thought to himself. I should just wear a sign saying "Microdick" on it, he thought. He felt his orgasm building again already and pulled out of Alan's sucking mouth just in time. This was his third in only 6 minutes, and the tube on the underside of his wiener that carried the pee away was starting to hurt when he came, and so was some of the stuff inside him.

Alan was in worse condition, though. His own urethra was hurting seriously, and his pee slit was getting sore from Chad's vigorous tonguing. Chad actually had to pull away for a fourth time before Alan had reached his third orgasm, and when Alan did pull away, his orgasm was completely dry, his glistening red penis pulsing impotently and his orgasm almost painful. Chandra had came again just about the same time, putting her an orgasm behind Chad.

By the time Alan's mother called "time," both Chad's and Alan's penises were glowing bright red and had become quite sore. Chad had orgasmed a total of 5 times, Alan only 4, and both were still soft after their most recent orgasms despite the vigorous efforts each had made on the other. Both boys' tongues felt numb and their jaws were aching. Chad once again had that hated boy taste in his mouth. He wished they'd let him go wash it out. Alan, on the other hand, was thinking that Chad's penis had kind of an interesting taste, sort of boyish and salty at the same time. Despite Chad's plea for the chance to use some mouthwash or at least rinse his mouth with some water, his mother ordered him to the couch beside Alan, where both boys sat with their legs spread wide, not exactly comfortable on still sore butts, but trying to avoid contact with their seriously deflated, sore penises.

Chandra was still working on her 4th orgasm and had to keep going, now with two more boys openly staring at her. They watched as she worked herself furiously, trying to reach her last two orgasms and get this over with. She managed to finish her fourth soon after the boys sat down, but her tired system took considerable coaxing to orgasm a fifth time, the result being that all 4 boys got to watch her finger herself for another 5 minutes before she was up on her toes the last time, thrusting through her final cum. Allowed to sit, she collapsed, exhausted, into a chair, her legs lewdly separated, more concerned about the burning of her irritated clitoris and vaginal opening than about who was looking at her.

The three children being chastised were allowed a short break. Both boys asked for and got permission to pee, but Tommy was assigned to go with them to make sure they made no effort to rinse the taste of each other out of their mouths. The three boys headed into the hall bathroom together, where Chad and Alan stood butt naked on either side of the toilet and forced pee painfully through their still burning urethras in short squirts that they had to cut off each time the burn became unbearable. "Man, that hurts," Alan commented.

"Yeah, it burns," Chad agreed. "I never came so many times in a row. I'm so sore I bet I don't touch it again for a week!"

"You'll have to," Alan said. "You'll get too horny not to, even if it hurts. I won, you know," Alan went on. Chad nodded. "I guess that means I only get 8 minutes of whatever it is we're getting, Chandra gets 10, and you get 12. I wonder what it is that we're getting that you can do to girls, too?" He was quiet a minute, as he and Chad continued to force out little squirts of pee, trying to empty their bladders before returning for the final round. "I hope it's not a paddling," he finally added.

"I don't think so," Chad said. "You can't paddle someone for 12 minutes, I don't think, even if you don't paddle them hard. It's got to be something else."

Alan looked glum. "Whatever it is, it's gonna be bad," he said. "It's all bad."

Chad looked longingly at the water glass by the faucet as they washed their hands, but Tommy's eyes were glued to him and he knew it was hopeless. He resigned himself to tasting Alan in his mouth at least until they got back home, and the three boys trouped back down to the den. After the boys had returned, Chandra begged for a bathroom trip as well. She was shocked when her mother insisted that Brain and Tommy go along with her, in order to see "what's what" when it came to girls and peeing, and ordering her to obey them in the bathroom. The two boys went along with Chandra to the bathroom, returning in a few minutes talking excitedly while Chandra walked along with her beet red face turned down.

"They made me do it with my legs spread," she said to her sisters, "and the little perverts put their heads about an inch away and watched everything! And I was so sore it burned!" She started to sniffle.

Her mother had no sympathy. "Stop the pity party, young lady," she ordered. "Or I'll increase your final punishment to 12 minutes like Chad is getting!" Chandra, with great effort, managed to swallow down her tears and the lump in her throat. She stood looking at the floor, feeling deeply sorry for herself. Punishing boys like this was all right – they were crude and disgusting and dirty and gross. Heck, they probably liked sucking each other's cocks and licking each other's butts, and gross stuff like that. And they probably loved jerking themselves off in front of girls, so they could show off their boy stuff and mock girls for not having any of it. Okay, they probably didn't like being spanked or paddled, but that didn't matter – they should be paddled every day, just because they were boys! But she was a girl! She should be sitting and watching, making fun of their humiliation and crying, like her sisters! It should be that Chad kid's pervert brother who should be awaiting the final punishment, not her! She'd seen him squirt in his pants when she'd been forced to masturbate in front of them. He thought she hadn't noticed, but she had! He'd touched his disgusting thing through his pants, jerked and squeezed his butt like boys do, and the wet spot had appeared right at the tip of the bulge in his pants! He's the one who should be awaiting punishment right now, not her!

And her smirking little brother! He was looking at her with his piggy little eyes, enjoying seeing her nude for the first time. He's the one who should be standing up her with his plump little butt and his baby privates on display, waiting to be punished. Well, his turn would come! She'd find some reason to spank him tomorrow, just see if she didn't. She'd strip him naked, and she'd turn his little butt bright red, and that would wipe the smirk off of his face!

Chad and Alan were none too happy either. Both knew it was the final punishment of the night, so it was likely to be worse than all the others. The thought of something worse than being ball flicked or spanked bare butt had Chad quaking inside. Alan was just as frightened, wondering what could be more painful than a bare butt spanking on his welted butt or the pain of a candle being roughly shoved up his butt and then lit. He was still wondering what kind of a punishment could be given equally to boys and girls, despite their anatomical differences. It must involve our butts or our butt holes, he decided. They're the only parts that are really the same on boys and girls.

"It's getting late," Mrs. Delvecchio declared. "Time for our final punishment. Children, line up beside the mantle, facing us.

Alan, Chandra, and Chad lined up in a row, looking apprehensively at the three women. Their last, worst promised punishment was about to start – what would it be?

Mrs. Delvecchio was pulling on latex gloves, stretching the last one out and letting go of the latex with a satisfying snap. She reached in the side drawer. "What I have for you three naughty children is this," she said, holding out a small bottle.

Chad, Alan, and Chandra all strained to read the label on the small bottle, as did the children seated in the room. The print was too small to see, but they could all see that the label had flames printed around the edge.

"This is a jar of "Spontaneous Combustion," Mrs. Delvecchio said. "I bought it when I was at Lake Tahoe. It's a blend of pepper juice and pepper extracts. It's the hottest hot sauce I know of. You three will be punished by having to endure having the hot sauce on you for the number of minutes we specified. The hot sauce will be applied to sensitive areas of your body, and then the timer will be started. Alan will have to have the hot sauce on him for 8 minutes, Chandra for 10, and Chad for 12. When your time is up, I've prepared special materials for reducing the burning of the sauce, but until your time is up you will have to simply tolerate it, no matter how much it burns. You may not touch any parts of your bodies that have hot sauce on them, and you may not rub against anything to try to remove it or lessen its burn. If you do, you'll be ringed, as we promised."

The three children looked at each other apprehensively. Chad was glad he'd just peed – he'd be peeing on the floor right now in fright if he hadn't.

"Where do they get it put on them?" Brian asked abruptly. "Do they get it on their tongue like I did that time when I said 'fuck?'" he asked. His mother turned to him, frowning. Brian looked puzzled for a moment, then it dawned on him what he'd just said.

"Open your mouth, young man," she ordered him, walking toward him.

"No Mommmy!" Brian squealed. "I didn't mean to say it! Nooooooooo!"

"Do you want a ring through your little pee-pee, too?" his mother threatened. "If you don't, you'll open your dirty little mouth right now!"

Grimacing and shutting his eyes, Brian stuck out his tongue. His mother tilted the jar and let two drops of the liquid fall on the exposed surface. Brian's tongue flew back into his mouth, and in a few seconds he began whooping, drooling and crying as his face turned red. He buried his face in a pillow, sobbing.

"You see how powerful it is," his mother said to the other children, turning back to them. "You won't be getting it on your tongue, either, but rather somewhere more painful and embarrassing. Where do you suppose you'll be getting it?"

Chad and Alan looked at each other, while Chandra looked at her mother in fear. "On- on- on our butt holes?" Alan asked.

"Bingo!" his mother. "Give that boy a prize! As your final punishment, I'm going to make you bend over and grab your ankles, and then I'm going to dip my finger in this hot sauce and stick it up each of your bottoms, one at a time, to make sure you each get a good dose where it will really get your attention. Then I'm going to make you straighten up and face us, while you each get a second dose on your little pee-holes. That way you all three, male and female alike, get treated equally." She tilted the bottle, soaking the index finger of her glove. "Now bend over and grab your ankles, or I'm getting out the rings."

All three were shaking visibly as they complied. In short order there were three trembling bare butts aimed skyward, their red-faced owners looking fearfully back at her through their legs. One at a time, Mrs. Delvecchio wet her finger and plunged it up to the first knuckle into her son's brown butt hole, her niece's pink one, and then Chad's brown and pink orifice. She then slapped Alan's butt and told him to straighten up and turn around, swiping her finger across the tip of his penis as he faced her, making sure she passed over his pee slit. She then slapped Chandra's bottom and made her stand, spreading her vulva with one hand and swiping her pee slit with the other. In moments it was Chad's turn to be slapped and ordered to stand, where he received the swipe of the finger over the barely protruding tip of his own boyhood.

Within moments the effects began building in all three children, as their tight anuses began tingling and then burning internally, the burn building up until all three were whooping like Brian. Seconds later a tingle began in all three children's urethral openings, as the burning pepper sauce began stimulating them unbearably as well. All three children spontaneously gripped their butt cheeks in desperation and howled, prancing around the room completely uncaring about their exposed genitals as they fought to avoid trying to comfort their burning butt holes. Their hands just as quickly shifted to hovering over their genital regions as the intense burning of their pee slits became even more powerful. Within a minute there were 4 children moving jerkily around the room, crying loudly and begging for relief from the burn, in Brian's case in his mouth, in the case of the others in their most private regions. Dribbles of pee leaked out of all three of the latter children, running quickly down their legs but doing nothing to ease the horrible burn. All three could feel their butt holes squeezing tightly, trying to clamp down without success on the painful interior and exterior burn surrounding them.

Chad was gripping the outsides of his buns and howling incoherently, his hips contracting repeatedly like he was having an orgasm. Chandra was doubled over, her butt agape as she tried to squeeze the pain out of her vulva and bawling at the top of her lungs. Alan's hand hovered over his genitals, finally clamping around them in a circle in his attempt to comfort the burn without touching the tip of his penis and risking a cock ring.

Alan's face was puffy and red from crying and covered with snot, and his penis head and butt hole were both beet red as well by the time his mother announced his time was up and he would have the sauce removed. She took the hobbling, crying boy off down the hall to the bathroom. Two minutes later, she came back with a somewhat calmer Alan, still crying uncontrollably, but now holding a washcloth to his genitals and walking like his butt was on fire. Chandra made the next trip with her, as Chad continued to alternately squeeze his buns until they turned white where they joined trying to squeeze the pain out of his burning hole and bend over to try to squeeze the burn out of his barely visible red penis head. Each time his butt spread apart, the watching audience could see that his entire butt crack was glowing red, and his wrinkled orifice was almost purple with irritation.

Finally, after what seemed forever to Chad, Alan's mother returned within a sniffling Chandra, who was holding a washcloth to her vulva with one hand and rubbing her butt with the other, and took him by the arm and guided him to the bathroom. There he discovered what the others had experienced before him. Alan's mother first made him bend over and grab his ankles while he danced and fidgeted and his butt burned, then she quickly ran an enema tube up his butt and filled him with a greasy fluid. She sat him on the toilet. "Expel that," she ordered. "It's an oil that will dilute the hot sauce." Chad eagerly pooped all of the oil out, disliking the greasy feeling, but noticing an immediate reduction in the burning in his hind quarters.

She then handed him a Dixie cup with oily fluid in it, and had him dip his wiener in it, the burn in it subsiding to tolerable levels as well. She took the cup and handed him a washcloth with a lump of ice inside it. "Hold this where it burns the most. Move it around as you need to," she ordered, taking him by the arm and leading him back to the den.

Chad self-consciously joined the other two children holding ice alternately to various parts of their most private areas, trying to soothe the residual burning as the other children looked on with superior expressions. Was this night of punishment never going to end?