Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 3

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 3
by Chadlad

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Chapter 3: The Diaper Treatment

The spanking stopped abruptly and a silence fell over the students, although Chad's buns continued to burn like fire and Chad continued his bawling as well. He felt himself yanked to his feet, both arms held over his head. Mrs. Rose inspected the front of his underpants critically. "Well class, it looks like we've got an underpants wetter," she said, loudly enough to be heard over his bawling. She turned Chad to face the class, holding his arms over his head, so they could clearly see the soaking wet spot in front of his underpants. Then she calmly instructed one of the girls in front to go down the hall to the nurse's office, and to tell her to her to bring in the diaper cart.

The next couple of minutes were among the worst in Chad's life up to that point. (He was going to have many more worse moments soon.) "Ooooooh," one girl said. "Gross. It's all over his crotch!"

"He's gonna get it! He's gonna get the diaper treatment!" another girl said excitedly.

"Diaper treatment, diaper treatment!" several started chanting, joined by some boys.

"Bare butt, bare butt, bare butt," some other boys started chanting.

"We're gonna see your wiener!" a girl in the middle of the class chimed in. Rather than stop the children's taunting of Chad, the teacher smiled at them indulgently as she continued to hold his arms over his head so that he remained facing the class with his shameful wet underpants on display. Chad hiccupped and gasped and tried to get his crying under control. The pee on the front of his underpants was starting to feel cold now, but his butt felt like it was on fire, especially the lower center where some of his pee was now in direct contact with his sore butt. As his crying calmed down, Chad suddenly realize the fix he was in. The nurse was coming with the diaper cart! He was about to be undressed, butt naked in front of the entire class! Everyone was going to see. They'd see his bare butt, and his bare wiener, and his bare nut sack! He was going to be cleaned up by the nurse in front of everyone, like a baby. She'd have to wash his entire private area – she'd touch everything! And then after the nurse had cleaned him up, his spanking was going to continue, but this time on the bare butt! He hadn't been able to stand it when Mrs. Rose had been spanking him on his underpants! He couldn't imagine anything hurting worse that the spanking he'd just been getting! Yet without his undies to protect him it would have to hurt worse, wouldn't it? And he'd have to bend over again for his spanking, so they were probably even going to see his bare poo hole! No one had seen where he went poo since he was a baby!

The teacher herself, meanwhile, was thinking about the fact that she hadn't spanked a boy naked since last year. Not since she'd bared little Chan Ho, a boy as small and underdeveloped as this one, had she had the special thrill that came each time she felt her bare hand strike a small boy's soft, bare skin. She recalled how she'd made Chan take off his pants and underpants and expose his diminutive, pointy, uncircumcised little penis and small purse of a scrotum to the class, and had felt the surge of power she always enjoyed in such situations. She loved the way that being naked made even the most developed 7th grade look and feel so small and vulnerable. She felt a thrill of pleasure at the memory of the feel of a boy's soft, vulnerable butt skin against her hands. She loved to watch their big and little buns bounce, and she loved the sweet smacking sound of her bare hand on a boy's bare butt. Oh, how they howled and squealed! She looked down at the brat she was currently holding so that he faced the classroom. She'd really enjoy spanking this one! As she'd already noted when giving it to him on his underpants, he had a nice, round, firm, boy- bottom that made a perfect target. His buns were just big enough to wrap a palm around with each spank. She was going to enjoy feeling that butt with no cloth in between it and her hands. And then, this afternoon, she was going to get to paddle this little lad's bare butt! Nothing excited her like giving a good bare-butt paddling!

Chad's wet genitals were cold now, and his little penis and scrotum had retreated into his body as far as possible, flattening his crotch bulge. He could hear various conversations at the front of the room. His own buddy, Jimmy Chen, was saying earnestly to the girl next to him, "I bet he's got a micro-weenie!" Chad was chagrined to find that she appeared to agree.

A pair of 3rd grade girls were earnestly discussing their desire to see "the thing he pees with." Oh, great, Chad thought to himself. They all want to look at just the thing he didn't want them to see!

Emily was loudly discussing with Dakota, who sat next to her, that she bet they would be able to smell his butt from their seats once he took his underpants off. "After all," she was saying with authority. "You know how sloppy boys are when it comes to cleanliness." Chad blushed more deeply at hearing his intimate hygiene discussed in such an off- handed way. He certainly hoped he was clean. He couldn't remember, now, when he'd last gone poo and whether he'd showered afterward or not. He'd skipped the shower this morning, but now he thoroughly regretted it.

As his humiliation continued to deepen, the door opened and the school nurse came in, pushing a cart in front of her. The cart was only about 2 feet high but was long and wide enough that a 7th grade could lie on it full length. It had a black rubber pad on top, along with a variety of Velcro backed straps. On the side was a fold down step. She wheeled it to the front of the room beside Chad. "This, I assume, is our underpants wetter," she announced, bringing laughter from the combined classes. She flipped the step down from the side of the table. "So what happened – lost control while you were getting your tushie warmed up?" The class laughed harder.

"This is the little brat who gave Joseph Rainey the concussion earlier this morning," Mrs. Rose said coldly.

The nurse looked him up and down more critically. "Oh, then you obviously need some serious spanking! Come on, let's get you up there and clean you up. I don't want to delay what is obviously a well-deserved tushie-warming! The sooner we clean your little tushie, the sooner you can be back over Mrs Rose's knees getting what's coming to you!" She guided a shaking, miserable Chad up the step and seated him in the center of the rubber matt on the table. She stretched him out full length on it, his head elevated slightly on a small, rubber pillow. She drew a Velcro strap tightly across his chest, while the teacher did the same thing across his stomach just above his underpants. As the nurse paused to pull on rubber gloves, the teacher angled the cart so that Chad's feet were facing the class and his head was toward the blackboard.

A little blond-haired third-grade girl in front piped up. "Mrs. Whitney, we can't really see from down here. May we stand up?"

"Oh, of course," Mrs. Whitney said. "Those of you in my class may stand up and come around to the front of the cart, so you don't block the view of the 7th graders." There was some confusion for a moment as the 3rd graders shifted themselves so that they were standing up by Chad's head in a semicircle, all jockeying for the best view of the boy on the cart.

Giving her last glove a satisfying snap, the nurse turned back toward Chad on the cart. She placed a hand on either side of his waistband. "Lift your tushie, sweetie," she said. "Let's get these wet things off you. I bet that nasty old pee is starting to burn your tushie already." Chad numbly raised his midsection. He was trembling all over, knowing his last covering was about to vanish, leaving him nude in front of everyone. The nurse wasted no time, skimming the wet briefs off his hips and down his legs, deftly guiding them off each foot and dropping them in a plastic bag. Chad's heart was pounding rapidly. He was naked! The diaper cart was only about 2 feet high, so everyone in the class could easily see his privates! With horror, he clapped both hands over his fear and cold shrunken genitals.

The nurse reached down with her gloved hands and deftly removed each one of his hands, one at a time. Overpowering his meager strength, she lifted each up beside his chest, where she circled them with Velcro straps that were fastened there, obviously for that purpose. "Now for next few days, remember," she said calmly. "When you get on the diaper table, you should put your arms up in this position, so that the children diapering you can strap you down. We don't want you moving around when you're being changed." Chad's upper body was now effectively immobilized, and his no longer private privates were on display. Children stood in the back and craned their necks to see, while the third graders tried to shifted their positions to get a better view. Some of those younger girls were looking at him with puzzled expressions as if they'd never seen a boy's parts before. Others were giggling, and many of the 3rd grade boys were smiling knowingly, probably making favorable comparisons to their own equipment. A pair of little 3rd grade boys in front had visible boners tenting the front of their grade school shorts.

Looking at the target of everyone's gaze, Chad discovered to his embarrassment that his normal unimpressive genitals were at this moment even more unimpressive. His penis was barely visible, the little circumcised head looking like a small button and his small scrotum pulled tightly against his crotch. The teacher and nurse let the students examine him a few moments more, then as if on cue each grasped his legs by the ankles and lifted them up in the air, forcing his ankles down on either side of his chest. Deftly, the nurse flipped another thick Velcro strap across behind each of his knees, attaching each to rings on either side of his body. Chad was now immobilized completely, his knees by his chest, his ankles strapped down near his ears. His bare butt and genitals were now totally lifted and spread, so all the kids in class could see every part of him. Chad was so effectively restrained that he could do nothing but look on in horror at the class beyond him stared at his bare hindquarters and his fully exposed privates. His butt still throbbed and stung from his not yet completed spanking. He could see some of the marks near the bottom of his butt himself, and the two classes could see the bright red color of each bun and the beginnings of blisters in the middle of each of them. The protected skin inside his butt crack was a shocking white by comparison.

Chad could see, even from his angle, how incredibly wide open he now was. He could see the ridge of skin under his balls trailing out of sight, and knew that his classmates had a bird's eye view of his naked butt hole along with his small wiener and nut sack. He would have no secrets at all from now on! Every kid in both the classes would know just how he looked inside his pants and between his legs! The teacher and nurse finished fastening the straps around his legs. "Now tomorrow, when the children assigned to diaper you have finished fastening your arms, lift both your legs up into this position so that they can fasten them just like we have now. They've got to be able to see every part of you, so that they can clean you up!"

Well, thought Chad to himself ruefully, they certainly can see every part of me! For many of the third graders, and even some of Chad's classmates, his widely spread legs were a revelation. Some of the girls were looking at a boy's privates for the first time. Indeed, one of the third graders commented loudly enough for everyone to hear, "I thought it would be bigger!" "It is, on normal boys," her friend replied, as if Chad's diminutive package was a freak of nature. "You should see my little brother's – it looks like a little sausage. This guy's looks like a marble!" Meanwhile, a 7th grade boy and girl on Chad's left were discussing the appearance of his butt hole, comparing it to the butt holes of their respective dogs. Both agreed that Chad's butt hole was more gross, first of all, because it was completely naked, with no tail to hide it, and secondly, because it was bigger and more wrinkly than a dog's. All over the classroom boys were making favorable comparisons to their own genitals, while at the same time a few girls were marveling at how boys were completely closed up between their legs. Cynthia, a girl who sat right next to Chad's currently empty chair, was appreciating the smooth expanse of skin between Chad's legs, wondering how the soft-looking skin would feel to the touch. She hoped she would be one of the girls chosen to diaper Chad over the next few days. She vowed that she would be sure to run her fingers over every part of this Chad's genitals if she was given the opportunity. She longed to feel the wrinkled skin of his scrotum, the soft skin between his legs, and of course, to see if she could get a rise out of his little button penis.

The nurse, meanwhile, had gathered some baby wipes and was scrubbing his buttocks down, proceeding from the outside of his buns inward toward his crack and upward toward his crotch. The moisture in the wipes stung his blisters just a bit as she passed over the centers of his buns, causing him to wince. "It hurts a bit, I know, sweetie," she said breezily. "That's because of the alcohol in them. The more blistered your tushie is, the more it hurts. But you have to admit you deserve to hurt." She took another wipe and scrubbed his anus vigorously, digging her forefinger into the center until it penetrated at bit. Examining the cloth she shook her head and discarded it, taking another one and scrubbing his anus again. "Sorry, sweetie," she said. "You're a bit dirty there."

This news brought guffaws from the boys in class and giggles from the girls. "Better wipe yourself better next time, Henson," big Paul snickered. "You never know when someone's gonna see it!" "Or everyone," a third grade boy quipped.

The teacher continued to ignore taunts, as she always ignored taunting of a boy being spanked. Such teasing was considered part of the punishment. Thus, the boys and girls could voice about any taunt while a boy was being spanked, as long as no serious profanity was used (terms like "butt," "wiener," and "poo hole" were considered acceptable). Meanwhile, the nurse finished scrubbing Chad's anus to her satisfaction, and continued up his body, washing off each thigh and then scrubbing the lower part of Chad's tummy. Finally, using new wipes she focused on Chad's still undeveloped genitals. "Oh, you're a bit underdeveloped, aren't you dear," she said gaily as she began working on his package. "Haven't even started puberty yet, I see." Chad blushed deeply, the color spreading down toward his chest. Did she have to point it out to everyone?

The nurse began scrubbing his scrotum vigorously. "Sorry, there's no way to get into all the wrinkles without getting a little rough," she said brightly as she scrubbed. With his balls pulled in tightly to his body, they bulged just a bit out either side of his sack, clearly visible to the closer students. The scrubbing caused vague feelings of discomfort that intensified and deepened each time she passed over each one. Worse, the stimulation was causing his small penis to begin growing. The small head with its visible pee slit began rising, at first leaning to one side, then standing straight up as it reached its full, if unimpressive two inches. The prominent head bulged over top of the thin, hard shaft. Kids were nudging each other and giggling, calling his growing genital excitement to their neighbors' attention.

The nurse took advantage of his excitement to thoroughly scrub his organ, making circles around the base and then grasping the shaft while she closed the wipe around the tip and scrubbed it. An innocent-faced brown-haired little girl standing in front asked earnestly, "It got big! Is it supposed to get big?"

"I wouldn't call it big," Mrs. Whitney, her teacher, replied, eliciting loud laughter from the class. "But boys' penises are supposed to get bigger when you rub them. It shows that the rubbing feels good. In fact," she continued, expanding on her lesson to her charges. "Boys often rub their little penises themselves so they can get that feeling. All boys do it, usually when they're in bed or in the bathroom alone." With this announcement, all the older boys appeared to find the tops of their desks or the view out the window fascinating. A few blushed. One third grade boy piped up, "you mean I'm not the only one?" bringing a roar of laughter from the embarrassed 7th grade boys, who were looking for anything to release the tension of the discussion.

The nurse was finishing with Chad. "I'd better stop before he starts having too good a time," she laughed. "He's clean enough now that you can get back to work." She unsnapped the Velcro straps and released Chad, helping him sit up on the cart and climb down. His small, frustrated penis bobbed in front of him.

"I suppose you want me to leave you with supply of diapers and the cart?" the nurse asked, as the teacher nodded.

"Three days worth. You know the drill," Chad's teacher replied.

"Indeed I do," the nurse laughed. "It seems like these little guys are losing control more often all the time," she said. "I'll leave a few extras – he looks like a big wetter." The class roared with laughter as she flipped up the steps and rolled the cart to one side, then slipped out the door.