Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 39

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 39
by Chadlad

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Chapter 39: The Evening Wrap

Several minutes later, all three children had regained a modicum of control of themselves and were lined up in front of the mantelpiece. Chad had spread his butt and was holding the ice against his still tingling hole, while Alan had his against his now shrunken penis, and Chandra appeared to be trying to shove hers completely into her vulva. Chad's mother had progressed through the children. First she chased down the squealing Brian and gave him a dinner roll to eat and a glass of milk to wash it down with, then she washed his face and the faces of each of the other children with a cold washcloth. All three of the older children had managed to quiet their crying to loud sniffles and occasional hiccups. The butt holes and butt cracks of all three were still red and irritated, but the worst of the pain was over.

"That was part one of your final punishments," Mrs. Delvecchio announced. In part two, we'll make sure that everyone feels that these three have suffered enough punishment." She reached in the side drawer again, coming out with a wooden handled paddle with a flat rubber spanking surface. The rubber piece was flexible, and had 8 small holes drilled in a rectangular pattern on the top half of it. "This is called The Blister Maker," she said. I borrowed it from Alan's school today." She handed it to her sister. "I believe we'll start with Chandra. Maria, do you think Chandra has been punished enough, or does she need some blows with this before she goes home?"

Chandra's mother looked at her teary-eyed daughter. "I think I'm going to hand that decision over to her siblings, since they're the ones who had to put up with her rude behavior. Sheila, Rebecca, Brian, do you think Chandra has been punished enough?"

"A wanna paddle her!" Brian said immediately. "I wanna give her about 100 spanks with that thing! She's always givin' me spankin's!"

"Girls, what do you think?" Mrs. Walker went on.

"I don't think she needs 100 spanks, like Brian says," Sheila said immediately. "But I think she needs a few, to serve as a reminder to her as we walk home."

"I agree," Rebecca says. "I'm sick of her rudeness. How about we give her three with that, one on each side and one on her very bottom?"

"Then it's agreed," Chandra's mother replied. "Each of your may give Chandra one blow with the paddle. Sheila, you may have her left side, Rebecca her right, and Brian can then give her the one on the bottom. Chandra, bend over that chair in front of you and grab the seat."

Chandra, beaten completely, numbly obeyed, bending over the chair and sticking her bottom out for the promised punishment, gripping the seat tightly. Her mother spread her legs more, so that her genital were visible to the watching audience, commenting that she was doing so in order for Brian to be able to reach his spot well when it was his turn. Sheila took the paddle and brought it down sharply on her sister's left butt cheek. Chandra stiffened but held onto the chair, bursting into tears immediately as 8 small welts appeared in the middle of a red patch on her left butt cheek. Rebecca took the paddle from her sister and gave her a matching mark with 8 equally clear welts on the right, bringing louder howling from Chandra, who barely managed to hold onto the chair seat. Finally, Brian stepped up, his small eyes glittering, as he took the paddle and with his mother's help lifted it and brought it down firmly right over his sister's twitching butt hole. At this point Chandra's hands flew back to clutch her tortured bottom, and she began dancing around the room, wailing, trying to squeeze the stinging pain out of her butt with both hands. She was ignored and the group attention was turned to Chad.

"Tommy, since you're his brother and have to put up with his atrocious behavior, I'll let you decide. Does Chad need to be paddled with this paddle before we quit for the night?" his mother asked.

Tommy looked at Chad, who was looking back at him pleadingly. "I don't think Chad needs to be paddled any more tonight," Tommy said seriously. "I don't think his butt can take much more." Chad let out a sigh of relief. But then Tommy went on. "But I think he does need one more punishment. There's something Chad hates almost as much as being paddled, and that's having to suck boys' wieners. I think Chad should have to suck Brian's wiener instead of being paddled."

Chad's mother looked at Mrs. Walker, who looked at her son. "Would you like that, Brian," she asked. "Would you like to have this boy suck your pee-pee for you and make it feel good?"

Brian, without hesitation, shucked down his pants and underpants and ran to Chad, his little 5-year-old curved penis pointing at his face and bouncing as he ran. "Yeah," he said excitedly. "Yeah, I'd like that! It looked so fun when they were doing it to each other!" He stopped in front of the standing Chad and waved his small penis at him. Chad was relieved to see that the little boy's penis was quite a bit smaller than his.

"Notice we asked him – we didn't force him like you did," Alan's mother admonished Alan. "Maybe you need to learn to ask people things, too."

Chad looked pleadingly at his mother. "Do I have to?" he asked.

"I told Tommy to decide on your punishment, and he's made a decision. Frankly I think it was a fair one. Now get down to this boy's level and get to work!" his mother replied.

Sighing, Chad got down on his knees in front of the little boy, having to sit back on his haunches to get his mouth to the boy's crotch height. The little boy's penis looked sweaty and none too clean. It was a bit smaller than his own and quite a bit thinner, and had a pronounced curve to the tip. The tip looked much like the tip of his own organ, except that the pee slit was partially agape when the little boy was erect, a feature Chad eyed distastefully.

Chad's mother looked at the object of his gaze. "Hurry up, son," she commented. "Your brother has chosen your punishment for you. You can go home with the taste of this boy in your mouth to remind you to get control of your behavior. If you don't like doing this, stop hitting and pushing little kids, and start obeying the rules."

Chad reluctantly took his hand and aimed the boy's penis horizontally, taking the whole thing in his mouth right up to the boy's tight, wrinkled little pouch. His mother made him cup Brian's smooth bottom with his hands and massage his butt as he sucked, while the girls, except for Chandra who was still yelping and caressing her butt, watched him smugly. Making it worse, young Brian wouldn't hold still while Chad sucked him. He danced, jiggled, thrust his pelvis at random intervals, and shivered as Chad tongued the small, rubbery rod in his mouth. Unlike the boys he'd been forced to suck before, Brian wouldn't shut up, keeping a running commentary on his efforts. "Feels good," he said triumphantly. "Feels nice! Suck harder! I like your mouth on my pee-pee!

Make it tingle like I do with my hand! Hey, watch the
teeth! Yeah, that's it. Feels good. Feels good. Feels
gooood! Feels---" Brian finished this last comment with a

series of yips as he pounded his small pelvis against Chad's face, rising on his toes as he contracted his small butt repeatedly. He jerked his penis out of Chad's mouth abruptly. "I'm done," he said, turning around and walking away, his softening penis wagging back and forth as he walked, his little scrotum pulled up so tightly it was barely visible underneath. The three older boys marveled at his total lack of self-consciousness, as he swiped Chad's saliva off onto his shirt tail, then plopped onto the couch with his legs spread, lying back and staring at the ceiling in contentment.

Chad wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. At least the kid was way too young to squirt. But he still had that boy taste about him that Chad loathed, and he probably had residual pee on him from peeing and failing to shake the final drops off. And who knows when he'd last showered! He looked up from his knees at the other children watching him. Sheila was smirking condescendingly at him, obviously contemptuous of his genitals, his physique, his meek acceptance of the order to perform on her brother, or perhaps all three. Rebecca was looking at him with obvious pity, as if regretting the shame they were putting him through. He wondered if she might actually like him. Alan would know where she lived – it must be close by, because they had apparently walked to Alan's house and were walking home (with a naked Chandra, Chad remembered quite suddenly). Tommy had that superior look on his face he always got when forcing Chad to perform on his genitals, while Alan was clearly looking at Chad's crotch with unconcealed fascination. Chad glanced down and realized why Alan was staring immediately. His penis, which had been soft when he'd started performing on the little boy, was now rock hard and pointed upward, bobbing with his pulse.

Why does it do that? Chad thought to himself. A disturbing thought struck him. Alan probably thought sucking his cousin had made Chad excited! The others probably did, too! Chad blushed furiously at the thought. He didn't like sucking dicks -- he really didn't! If he could only make them understand how much he didn't like it! He didn't particularly care to look at them, he didn't like the way they felt in his mouth, and he absolutely hated the way they tasted. So why did he get hard when he was forced to suck other boys? It wasn't because he liked the sucking, so what was exciting him?

He thought again about his feelings when he knelt in front of little Brian, and when he had to take his brother's, Jesse's, and the twin's penises in his mouth. Thinking of their hard penises was vaguely repulsive, so what had led to that sexual thrill that caused the erection? Suddenly he realized that he'd felt that same thrill when he'd had to masturbate publicly, first in front of his brother, then in front of his class, and today in front of all the kids and moms. That was it! He wasn't getting turned on by boys' genitals, he was getting excited at being forced to do forbidden, mildly disgtusting things! He realized he'd felt similar twinges of excitement every time he'd been spanked, as well, at being forced to take off his clothes and to go over his spankers' knees. The feeling had been strongest when the spanking had been the most humiliating. Even though he'd been totally humiliated that day when he'd had to do it, he realized that he'd felt that same quick thrill of excitement when Emily had drawn him over her lap, and he'd felt the same quick thrill when he'd had to bend over for Tommy for the first time. Of course, in all these cases the sexual thrill had quickly died as the pain in his butt had built up as they began smacking it, but it was always there just before the spanking started.

He blushed with shame. I like being humiliated, he realized. I don't like being punished – I don't like the actual spanking, or ball flicking, or having fingers and other stuff shoved up my butt, and I especially hate having my balls squeezed. He had to admit that being made to undress and stand naked in front of other people, especially girls, with his genitals on display was totally humiliating. Even worse was bending over so they could examine his butt hole and comment on the appearance of it and on their opinion of his wiping habits. The diaper table and the position he had to voluntarily assume was an even more humiliating experience, because it combined all of those things. And yet, along with each humiliation there was an exciting thrill that was definitely sexual, and that had been responsible for him getting hard in so many of these situations. Chad realized his current rock-hard condition and sexual yearning wasn't because he liked sucking prepubertal boys (Although he vastly preferred that to the idea of having to suck pubertal ones – the thought of sucking Joey's penis, for example, almost made him physically sick). It was because of the way having to do something that humiliating to a younger boy degraded him, just as having to suck his own little brother degraded him.

In a way, Chad was relieved by this revelation. He wasn't just a pervert horn dog who got hard for no reason. He at least had a reason – he was excited by the emotional overload of anticipated humiliation and punishment. Unfortunately for him, his feelings about the actual punishments, when they finally occurred, were quite another matter. Knowing he was going to have to do and experience painful and humiliating things was overwhelmingly frightening, and that fright contained a powerful thrill as well, just like a horror movie scared you but tingled and excited you too. But the actually pain of punishment and its aftereffects were highly unpleasant. Chad still could feel the thrill that had accompanied his fear when he'd been standing waiting to present his bare butt over Emily's knees for chastisement, with the whole class looking on with amusement. But the overwhelming butt pain during the spanking and the soreness that continued after was abhorrent to Chad. Likewise, he hated Emily's smirk, but her threats had also made him tingle with excitement as well as dread. How could he get excited in anticipation of something that hurt so bad? It was all very puzzling for a 7th grade boy.

Chad realized his mother and the other ladies were looking at him still on his knees, as if waiting for his next customer. He quickly rose to his feet and looked at his mother plaintively. "Am I done now?" he asked. "Can I have my underpants?"

His mother considered. "I believe we're done punishing you for the day, Chad, unless your brother believes you need additional punishment when you get home. But I don't believe I'll let you get dressed until we're ready to leave – having to be nude in front of all these girls will help you deal with your excessive modesty problem, I think. Besides, I believe Mrs. Delvecchio needs to attend to Alan one last time before we call it a night."

Alan gulped as attention turned to him. He had hoped that the burning pain of the hot sauce on his penis and anus had been his final punishment, but upon seeing Chandra and Chad receive one more punishment, he knew as the worst offender of the day he would not be exempt. For a moment he allowed himself to hope that he'd be asked to do something more like Chad had been forced to do than what Chandra had been forced to endure. He knew, now, that he could easily orally pleasure any of the boys in the room – it wouldn't even seem like a punishment.

Those hopes dissolved quickly. Alan's mother, all too in touch with her son, saw him glance at Chad's still erect penis with hope in his eyes, and immediately ruled out such a punishment. Instead, to Chad's surprise, Alan's mother addressed him. "Chad, Alan has no brothers or sisters, so you'll have to be his stand-in big brother tonight. Do you think Alan has been punished enough for what he did to you?"

Chad thought of his day, and of the humiliations he'd gone through, culminating in his performance on Brian's little dick just moments ago. His butt hurt, his pee slit burned, his butt-hole burned, his jaw ached, his tongue was sore and tired, his pee tube and the stuff inside him ached from overuse, and he'd been exhibited nude and forced to perform humiliating acts in front of still another group of females. Worst yet, he still had that disgusting boy taste in his mouth. "No," he said firmly. He looked at Alan seriously. "I like you Alan. I want to be your friend, even if you aren't into girls like I am. But what you did to me today was rotten, and you need to remember that. It was rotten, and it got me into more trouble when I'm trying to be good! So I think you need to be paddled some more with that paddle. And not just paddled a little bit like your cousin was, but good and hard! I know your butt is still sore and blistered from that string thing Mrs. Rose used on you, and from being spanked tonight by your mom, but you still need another good paddling to make sure you get the point." He regarded Alan's frightened, hurt look. "I'm sorry," he added. "But it's true. You know it's true. Believe me, I know as much as anyone how much paddlings hurt, and we all can see that your butt's already real sore. But you need this."

"Thank you, Chad, for telling the truth," his mother said.

"Yes, thank you, Chad," Alan's mother agreed. "How many spanks do you think Alan should get with The Blister Maker?"

Chad looked at Alan's pleading, stricken expression and considered the vicious look of the spanking implement she was holding. "Not many," he conceded. "Not with a thing that makes 8 blisters every time you hit a kid with it. He probably needs about 5 whacks. That would give him 40 new blisters, which is a lot. That's probably enough of a paddling, what with all the blisters he already has," he concluded

"Yeah," said Sheila. "But you'd have to spread them out, so they don't overlap and he could feel each one. Aunt Adrianne, I think you should make him bend over and grab his ankles to get it. The you could stand beside him and hold his back, and give him one each on the upper part of his butt, one each on the lower part, and then a big one right down the center, right where he sits down. And if he doesn't hold still for one of them, he gets two more every time he moves."

"What do the rest of you think?" Mrs. Delvecchio asked. Alan was looking pale and shaking. He tried to speak but couldn't seem to get anything out. Chandra, now calmed down to the point of merely whimpering but still clutching her butt and oblivious that her red and puffy labia and swollen clitoris were wide open and on display, swallowed her whimpers a moment and spoke up.

"Paddle him good! Give him twice that much! Give him three times that much! Paddle his boy stuff! It's all his fault I got punished!" She lapsed back into tears.

"Young lady, you have only yourself to blame for your punishment tonight, not your cousin," Her mother chided. "Perhaps we need to punish you again tomorrow to make sure you get the point." Chandra retreated to the couch. "Rebecca, what do you think?" her mother said, turning to her.

Rebecca started at being addressed. She'd been eyeing Chad's erect penis, wondering what it would be like to take it in her hands and slowly stroke it until the boy came. "Uhhhhh," she said, stalling while she thought of an answer. She know Sheila had proposed something, but she couldn't, for the life of her, remember what it was. Her cousin's friend's genitals were so cute! She'd seen her own brother's genitals before many times without a second thought. Why did she have such a strong reaction to this strange small boy? "Uhhhhh, think Sheila's plan sounds fine," she temporized.

"Brian, what do you think?" His mother asked him.

"How come Alan's pee-pee is bigger than that kid's?" Brian asked cheerfully, pointing at Chad's erect but tiny equipment. "Aren't they the same age?" Without waiting for an answer, he turned and ran out of the room

"No help there," Tommy muttered.

"Then I guess it's decided. Alan will be punished with 5 spanks from The Blister Maker while bent over, grasping his ankles," his mother decreed. Alan looked sick. His mother quickly guided him to his place in front of the mantle, ordering him to grasp his ankles and not let go, his bare butt facing the audience. She separated his legs until they were wider than his hips, thus opening the boy's butt crack so that the final blow would strike deeply between his legs. She looked around the room, holding the paddle, until her eyes lighted on Chad. Then she spoke. "Chad, come here. You're going to have to give Alan his paddling."

Chad recoiled. "But- but – but -" he protested. "I don't want to p- p- paddle Alan. Look, I know he deserves it and all, but I don't want to do it. He's my friend."

"I understand that," Mrs. Delvecchio said. "He's my son, and I love him more than anyone in the world, just as your mother loves you. But sometimes you have to punish those you love simply because you love them and care what happens to them. That's why your mother and I punished the two of you severely tonight, and why my sister punished her daughter. Because we love you and care about you and don't want you to continue down the wrong path. See, if you boys continue on pushing other people around, making them do things, lying to your mothers, and disobeying rules, within a few years it won't be a spanking you'll have to worry about, it will be dealing with sharing a prison cell with a homicidal maniac who wants to use your butt for his sexual pleasure when he's not using your mouth for the same purpose. You're basically a good boy and so is Alan. You understand how important this lesson is for him, and that's why you suggested this punishment for him. I think it will be an even more effective lesson coming from his victim."

"Besides, you can consider this one of your punishments," Chad's mother added. "Now take that paddle and give Alan a good paddling. And you'd better swing like you mean it, or I'll have to ring you for disobedience."

"If he gets ringed for not punishing you, Alan, you're getting ringed, too," his mother added. "So you'd better convince him to step up and do his duty by you."

"Come on, Chad, do it!" Alan said, white-faced with fear. "Do it quickly and get it over with!"

Chad walked to Alan's side and circled his horizontal abdomen with his left arm. "Sorry Alan," he said to his friend. His genitals telegraphed his upset, shriveling almost before everyone's eyes into a tight nubbin with a prune attached below it. "I'll make it quick," he promised.

Alan showed his understanding by straightening his back and holding still resolutely. Chad, raising the paddle, examined Alan's welted, red bottom, looking for the least damaged area to strike. Finding nothing but welts everywhere he looked, he finally gave up, bringing the paddle down hard on the upper part of Alan's right butt cheek, flinching and looking away from his target as the paddle landed with a crack. Alan jerked under him and his knees buckled briefly as he let out a little yelp that he quickly stifled, but he kept his hands locked on his ankles. Chad opened his eyes again, lining the paddle up on Alan's upper left butt cheek quickly, determined to get this over with. He flinched and closed his eyes again as the second blow landed and Alan bucked more sharply under him. An anquished "Owwwwwwwww!" escaped him before he managed to stifle it, and he swayed several times before steadying again. An angry red rectangle had appeared on the boy's welted right butt cheek, with the pattern of 8 circles from the paddle quickly rising as visible bumps. Chad leaned forward, gripped Alan more tightly, and landed the third blow, this time on Alan's lower right butt cheek, the top edge of the paddle landing right where the crease of the boy's butt joined his thigh. This time Alan had more trouble being silent as he bucked more fiercely and just barely held on to his ankles. "Owwwwwwoooowwwwwwooooooo!" he howled. "Owwwwwwwwww! Owwwwwwwwwww! It hurrrrrrrrts!"

Chad hesitated as Alan continued to sway. The watching children stared in fascination as the welts from the paddle rose in seconds along with the angry red color from the paddle. Alan's anus convulsed and twitched as his body fought to escape the searing pain. After several seconds of moans, Alan brought himself under control enough to prod Chad. "Go ooooooooooooon!" he wailed. "Do it! Do it!"

Chad steeled himself and delivered the fourth blow as Alan gritted his teeth and held his ankles fiercely. He almost straightened up as the searing pain flooded him, but managed to just hang on to one ankle and stop his other hand before it flew to his bottom. Crying loudly, he forced his hands to grip his ankles more tightly. "Come on, Chad," Alan moaned. "Finish it! I'm ready!" he grunted through clenched teach.

Chad gritted his teeth and lined the paddle up with the middle of his friend's spread butt. "Just a minute," Alan's mother said loudly, springing over to grasp Chad's arm. She moved the paddle down, until the top edge was just a hair's breadth above the boy's dangling balls and the smooth skin between his legs. "Hit him there," she commanded, "or you'll have to do it again. And make it harder than the others."

Chad looked helplessly at Alan's now puffy, tear-flooded face. Alan nodded back at him resolutely. Chad raised his arm high and brought it down creating a loud crack as the paddle landed at the base of his friend's butt, missing the wrinkled sack by a margin too small to see. Alan, in unbearable pain as the paddle landed right across his vulnerable butt crack and the end dug in with stinging effectiveness right at the base of his balls, let go of his ankles and hung on to Chad's circling arm, letting Chad support most of his weight as he knees went week and the burning pain between his legs made his lower body go numb. He slowly dragged Chad down to the floor on top of him, his fingers scrabbling on Chad's arm as he sobbed incoherently and squeezed his butt tightly together, trying without success to force out the searing pain. He could feel all 8 blisters the paddle had made as distinct knots of fire stretching from his butt hole to his sack. Chad dropped the paddle on the floor and leaned over his friend's back, hugging him from behind, stroking him above his jutting buttocks and trying to comfort Alan as he began crying himself. "I'm sorry Alan," he said over the lump in his throat. "They made me do it. I'm sorrrrrrry!"