Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 41

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 41
by Chadlad

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Chapter 41: Three Blind Eyes

Chad made his way from the boys' bathroom to his classroom, studiously ignoring the occasional voice calling, "Hey Microdick," or "Look, it's the pants pooper!" His stupid little brother had made him put a plastic bag with an ice cube in it in the front of his pants and wear it there all the way to school. It made a ridiculous angular bulge, of course, which prompted all the kids who joined them on the way to immediately notice, and allowed Tommy to explain to everyone that Chad had been paddled for failing to lift up the toilet seat when he'd peed and had been paddled not just on his bare butt but once on his penis to teach him a lesson, and that the ice was there to keep it from being permanently damaged. Chad just plodded stoically onward, The square bump jutting out of his pants wobbling back and forth with his stride. His genitals again so cold they hurt and very uncomfortable with the cold ice pressing against his penis tip. Finally, though, when Chad was losing feeling in genitals entirely, they reached the school grounds. Only then did Tommy allow him to remove the bag and throw it in the trash, and they parted for their respective buildings.

Immediately Chad veered off to the boys' room to pee before going into class. He wanted to start the day with his bladder as empty as possible and avoid any unnecessary diaper changes. Fortunately for him, there were no other boys in the bathroom when he entered, but when he pulled down his zipper he found that he was unable to get any kind of the head of his penis to pull it of his fly even a little bit. Hesitant to try to pee with a thing he couldn't hold on to and risk wetting his pants and probably causing major classroom humiliation, he finally ducked into one of the stalls and lowered his pants and sat down like a girl to pee, leaning forward so that he didn't shoot over the top of the toilet bowl edge. He hurried, because the stalls in his school had no doors – on reason boys seldom used them at school unless in extreme desperation, and thus any boy coming in would see him sitting and probably make him a target for derision. He was able to make the pee dribble out of him, but he could still barely see his penis when he looked down – darn Tommy and his darn ice and his insisting they always obey orders!

He stood up and rubbed the front of his crotch vigorously, trying to at least make his penis come back to life even if his balls stayed hidden, but his whole groin was so cold and numb that nothing much happened. Great – he was about to go on display naked in front of the class again, and he was in "hung like a hamster" mode. Sighing, he pulled up his pants and left the stall, hoping the walk to the classroom would at least bring some life to his boy parts. He raced down the hall and breezed into the classroom, dropped his backpack at his desk, and headed to the front of the room. Disappearing genitals or not, it was his last diaper day! Only one more day of humiliating changes in front of class, and he'd be back in pants, sitting at his desk like a normal boy, watching the other boys get their butts beaten for a change!

A glance at the blackboard revealed a note addressed to him, Alan, and Jimmy cautioning them to get undressed except for their shirts and jewelry and to be standing in the front of the room with their hands behind their heads when the bell rang, as Chad had been forced to do now for 3 days. Alan was already at the tape line, slipping his socks and shoes off and dropping them into one of the three boxes by his feet. Chad took the second box and slipped off his own shoes and socks, dropping them in carelessly. He sat it down and reached for his pants buckle. Alan was slowly slipping his pants off, looking quite depressed.

"Cheer up, Alan," Chad said quietly, noting the empty desk in front of them. "Emily the Bitch isn't here yet. Maybe she got run over by a train or something."

This comment got a flash of a smile from Alan as he stepped out of his pants. "Bad break for the train," he muttered. He turned to Chad, ignoring the group of girls on the left side who were chanting, "Take it off, take it all off" over and over again at the disrobing boys. "My mom spanked me again this morning before she brought me to school," he said. "She used her hand, but she did it a long time, and bare butt, too! She said she got the idea from your mom, and that as long as I'm in diapers I get a morning and a night spanking. Man, I gotta wear 'em for 6 days, so that's 6 days of spankin's! And I've gotta take my boxers off in a minute, and everyone will see I got spanked, 'cause I'm still red!"

"Been there," Chad replied, smiling at the chanting girls in hope they'd get tired of tormenting him and Alan and stop when they didn't react. It didn't seem to be working, the girls just started chanting louder. "Remember, I had to stand here the last 2 days and show everyone where my brother and sister spanked me. Besides, my Mom paddled me with that Blister Maker thingy for not lifting the toilet seat again this morning! She even hit my wiener!" Chad thought about the disappearing act his genitals had pulled on him. He still felt numb down there, but he couldn't stall any more. According to the classroom clock they only had about 30 seconds left to be standing with pants and underpants off and hands behind their heads. A thought suddenly struck Chad – where was Jimmy Chen? He was supposed to be up here, too, baring his pubescent genitals with the two of them. Chad felt a twinge of concern – despite their ups and downs, Jimmy was still his best friend. Well, there wasn't anything he could do about it. "Better get your undies off," he cautioned Alan, indicating Alan's voluminous boxers while reaching for his own briefs. "It's almost bell time."

Chad and Alan both pulled down their underpants simultaneously and bent down to pick them off the floor, dropping their last genital coverings in their respective boxes. They straightened up and put their hands behind their heads as the bell rang. Catcalls and wolf-whistles echoed through the room as the other children feasted their eyes on the boys' contrasting bodies, Alan's longer, penis curving outward over his decent sized sack, Chad's little boy penis almost nonexistent due to the ice he'd worn to school. "Hope you went to the can before class, Whizzer," Big Sam called. "We all know that thing has a hair trigger!"

Meanwhile, Ramona, normally quiet on the far right, was studying Chad's bared equipment critically. "I'd swear it was bigger yesterday," she said out loud, puzzled.

"What was bigger yesterday?" the girl between her desk and Emily's asked.

"Chad's little doohickey," Ramona replied. "It was small the last two days, but I'd swear today it's even smaller! And I was sure you could see his balls yesterday, but today they're gone."

Chad flushed. He didn't know if he should try to explain and defend himself now, with Mrs. Rose due any second – he and Alan were supposed to be silent once the bell rang. It probably wasn't worth the risk, he decided, especially since he'd then have to explain why he'd had to keep ice on himself all the way to school, which would then lead to the embarrassing reminder that he had to obey his little brother and be punished by him all week. He elected instead to stand there, blushing, as the girls continued to puzzle over his disappearing equipment.

To Chad's extreme disappointment, while he was distracted Emily materialized from wherever she had been, sliding smoothly into her seat like an approaching viper, and just as welcome. She focused her beady eyes on first one boy's genital region and then the other's like she was deciding which one to sink her fangs into. "I thought I smelled boy butt," she said brightly. "But then I thought it might be a dead possum instead – it's hard to tell them apart." Hot anger rose in Chad – thanks to his brother he was almost spotlessly clean, probably the cleanest boy in 7th grade! Heck, you could eat off of his butt – Alan had! And his new friend Alan was meticulous about hygiene, too, and had probably been washed by his mother that very morning before she spanked him. He almost snapped back at Emily in response, but realized just in time that she was baiting them, hoping to make them do something that would give her an excuse to spank one of them. She was, after all, the next DA in line when one of the 5 physically immature boys in class who'd been assigned to DAs needed punishment.

"That was probably your own breath you were smelling," Jimmy Chen said to Emily as he shot past her to the front of the class, kicking off shoes and socks and tugging at his pants in a flurry of motion. Several kids laughed at Jimmy's quip, including the girls around Emily. She flushed and glared at Jimmy.

"Hurry up," Chad urged in a whisper. "You don't want Mrs. Rose to catch you with your pants on!"

Jimmy was bent slightly forward, tugging with both hands. "My stupid pants button's stuck," he wailed. At the far end of the classroom, the door started opening. Over the laughter and other remarks that had followed Jimmy's retort to Emily, they could hear Mrs. Rose finishing her conversation with another teacher. Chad grabbed the back of Jimmy's pants, tugging as hard as he could, hoping to just pull them off him while still buttoned, but the boy's plump little butt was too much wider than his waist for that stratagem to work. In desperation, Jimmy pulled at the button with all his might, resulting in it flying free and landing in the aisle several students back. He grabbed the waistband of both his pants and underpants at the same time, whipping them down to his ankles and trying to tug them off his feet, but in his haste he balled them up at his ankles, and there they stuck. He tilted his head up frantically from his bent over position where he was desparately trying to pull the balled pants an underpants off his ankles, only to see Mrs. Rose closing the classroom door and about to turn to face him. Jimmy tried with a hardy yank to free both his legs at once. This ill-advised move caused him to lose his balance, crash against Emily's desk, and land hard on his bottom, both knees pulled up to his chest and his pants-trapped legs hovering above his exposed butt, his shy little butt hole just barely peeking out underneath. The class was roaring with laughter at his antics. He looked up just in time to see Mrs. Rose glaring down at him, looking like the incarnation of doom.

Jimmy knew he was probably in big trouble, but his impulse control was never one of his strong points (one reason he'd always been the most frequently spanked boy in his class year in and year out). He pointed to his trapped feet. "A little help here, please!" he said pleasantly. He tried his puppy dog look, a ploy that sometimes worked on his mother. Chad and Alan looked down at him. He certainly looked pitiful.

Mrs. Rose looked down at him, too, making a noise that sounded remarkably like "Hrrrrrmph." She stepped over to her desk, dropped her books on it, and returned to Jimmy's side. "I've grown to expect this sort of thing from you, Mr. Chen," she commented. "You apparently are under the impression that my punishments in this classroom are a joking matter. Let me disabuse you of that notion." She lifted both of his legs with a powerful grip of her large hand, hoisting the boy until he was hanging, head down, with his bare butt facing the classroom and his shift hanging down, bunched against his arms. Wrapping her left arm around his calves, she gripped him tightly, his arms swinging below his head. She then used her big right hand to spank Jimmy very hard 10 times on his bare bottom, eliciting startled yelps and then anquished crying from the small boy. His plump buns squeezed convulsively, and tears trickled down from the corners of his eyes and into his hair. Chad and Alan, the only kids in class viewing the proceedings from Jimmy's front side, were treated to the sight of his anquished face grimacing with each spank, and his fat little penis waggling comically as it hung upside- down, exposing the gnarled and twisted skin of its underside. He does have an ugly wiener, Chad thought to himself as he watched. Cynthia had a point – it might be bigger than his, but hiss was smoother, more symmetrical, and neater.

Jimmy's previously white butt was blotched unevenly in red when Mrs. Rose stopped walloping him, a clear hand print visible low on the left side, where one of her blows had landed somewhat more on his back than she'd intended. She sat him on the floor on his sore bottom and yanked his pants and underpants off his legs. "Not so funny now, is it Mr. Chen?" she commented loudly enough to be heard over his crying. She dropped his clothing in his box and turned to hoist him up, making him to face the class and stand by the other boys, jiggling up and down and holding his now smarting bottom. His little sausage waggled as bobbed up and down, doing a little-boy-got-spanked dance. She released him, ordering, "Stand up straight, young man, and get those hands behind your head!"

Jimmy slowly let go of his bruised butt cheeks and put his hands in position, still bobbing and trying with reasonable success to control his crying. Chad was favorably impressed with his friend's toughness – he'd have still been wailing his lungs out at this point. Mrs. Rose turned toward her desk, leaving the three naked boys standing there while she took roll and tidied up. Then she arose and approached the group of boys from their right side, walking clear around them and back to her stating point as she eyed them from all sides. Chad quailed under her gaze, and the other two boys looked just as uncomfortable. The silent class eyed them from the front just as critically.

"Let's see what we're dealing with this morning," she said over the occasional loud sniffles from Jimmy.

"Looks like the three bare Musketeers," Cynthia suggested.

"More like three little pigs, I'd say," Emily commented nastily from the front row.

"Naw," Cynthia disagreed. "Chad and Alan aren't fat enough to be pigs." Jimmy looked at her with outrage in his eyes at the implication, but kept silent for a change. "I'd say they're the three blind mice! See, they've each got one eye that can't see," she explained to the kids around her, indicated the pee slits of the Alan and Jimmy's dangling penises, and of Chad's still mostly hidden organ.

Mrs. Rose smiled at Cynthia indulgently. "That's very creative, Cynthia," she said. "It would be nice, though, to see more of that creativity in your written work rather than just your classroom outbursts." She examined the three boys from the front, standing with their hands behind their heads in their white school polo shirts and nothing else. Ramona couldn't take her eyes off the three sets of boy genitalia. Like a kid in a candy shop who couldn't decide what thing he wanted, her eyes kept darting from crotch to crotch, while she felt a tingling deep inside her. She loved these moments when the boys were stripped and had to show them everything!

Mrs. Rose moved sideways to examine the boys' bottoms. "Stop sniveling, Mr. Chen. I hardly touched you. That was just a hint of your punishment to come. Besides, you're not the only boy here with a sore bottom – it looks like the other two 'blind mice' have recently been chastised as well. Turn around, all three of you, and show the class your bottoms."

The three boys turned around slowly. Chad was happy to get his near vanished genitals out of sight for the moment – maybe they'd be bigger by the time he had to get on the diaper table. Mrs. Rose picked up her blackboard pointer and made a circle with it over Alan's bare, welted and still red butt, causing him to wince at the contact. She poked it at a number of his larger welts. "Mr. Delvecchio appears to have had a recent painful encounter that has left his bottom quite red. Tell us what happened to make your bottom so red and to produce these new welts, Alan," she ordered. Alan hesitated, embarrassed. Mrs. Rose rapped his butt with the pointer. "Tell the class what happened to you, young man, and don't even think about trying to lie."

Alan gulped. "I got spanked by my mom last night and then paddled with this special paddle with holes in it for being bad in school yesterday," he blurted, carefully avoiding discussing the more embarrassing humiliations he had received, including the fact that the paddle wielder had been Chad himself. Man, if anyone found out about the sucking marathon or the butt-licking -- well, it didn't bear thinking about! "And then this morning she spanked me hard with her hand before school for being in diapers," he added.

"Sounds like no more than you deserved, Mr. Delvecchio," Mrs. Rose said approvingly. She frowned, noticing a hint of redness deep in the boy's butt crack. "I have a feeling there's something you're not sharing with us." Alan grew noticeably pale – did she know about his humiliations? Mrs. Rose rapped his bottom with the pointer again. "Bend over, young man, and grasp your ankles," she commanded. Alan dutifully assumed the position, his spread butt revealing his puffy, swollen anus and the redness around it. "Is there something you'd like to share with us concerning your redness in this area, Mr. Delvecchio," Mrs. Rose said archly, poking the boy's tender butt hole with her pointer.

Alan gulped. "I, I had to put a candle in my butt hole and hold it there as long as I could while it burned," he said from between his legs."

"Tell your classmates what that was like," Mrs. Rose ordered.

"It burned." Alan said softly. "It burned my butt hole and by buns. The wax, you know," he added. "And then I got pepper sauce on my butt hole and my dick, and that hurt, too!"

Mrs. Rose rapped Alan's exposed scrotum with the pointer just hard enough to be uncomfortable and then pointed it at his anus. "The proper word for this part of your body, Mr. Delvecchio, is 'anus,' and the word for your genital member is 'penis.' See that you use those words in the future. Now stand up again."

Alan stood and remembered to put his hands behind his head again. Mrs. Rose pointed at the prominent welts on the boy's bottom. "If I'm not mistaken, you had an encounter with the Blister Maker. All of the teachers from 7th grade on have one in their collection of spanking implements. My guess would be that your mother borrowed one from the principal's office to paddle your naughty bottom at home. Am I correct?" Alan nodded, blushing with embarrassment over all this talk about his sore butt and his recent punishments. Mrs. Rose went on. "Most of your parents apparently aren't aware of the policy, but there are actually quite a few different paddles available for them to borrow in the principal's office, boys. Perhaps I need to send a memo home announcing the policy so more parents can take advantage of it." Around the classroom, boys exchanged worried glances. The last thing they wanted was for their parents to get their hands on the thing that had made Alan's bottom so painfully welted.

Mrs. Rose moved over and circled her pointer around Chad's bottom, letting it slide over the neatly patterned welts he'd just received that morning. "Mr. Henson," she said, smiling. "Would you please tell the class how your bottom got in the condition it's in? If I'm not mistaken, you've had a personal encounter with the Blister Maker, too."

"I, I, I got spanked last night at Alan's house just like he did," Chad admitted. "And I got paddled this morning with that special paddle, 6 times on my bottom and once on my boy parts."

"Be specific when you tell a story, Mr. Henson. That's the key to successful writing. Which one of your boy parts and which section of it got paddled?" Mrs. Rose inquired.

"My- my- my- my –" Chad stammered helplessly. In his embarrassment, he couldn't for the life of him remember the proper name was for that thing between his legs. "My – my – my wiener," he finally ventured. Mrs. Rose circled her arm around his waist to steady him, then gave him two quick but hard pops on the butt with her large hand, bringing him to the verge of tears.

"Penis, Mr. Henson," she growled. "The proper name for that little thing between your legs is penis!" She give him a harder swat right where his legs joined. Chad yelped. "Remember that," she said. Chad nodded, blinking back tears. Mrs. Roses paused a minute, considering whether to spank him more, and then released him. "Turn around, Mr. Henson, and show the class where you were paddled on your penis," Mrs. Rose ordered.

Even more embarrassed now, Chad slowly turned and faced the class. His penis had grown a bit as it had warmed, and was now about half an inch long. Hesitantly, he lifted it by the head and pushed it toward his groin, so the class could see the faint welt on the underside. "Right here," he said in almost a whisper. "She paddled me right here."

The class strained forward to see the faint mark on the knot of skin under his penis. Most of the boys in class squeezed their legs tightly together and leaned forward, protecting their own genitals in sympathy, and Randy actually cupped both hands over his and gave them a reassuring squeeze before looking up guiltily, glad that no one appeared to have noticed what he'd just done.

"Now explain why your genitals are so small right now," Mrs. Rose ordered.

"After I got paddled, my brother and sister made me sit in ice water for half an hour, and when I got up I was all shrunk up. And then I had to walk to school with ice in the front of my underpants so I stayed shrunk up." Chad was blushing by now with the embarrassment of having to share his punishments with the class. Like Alan, he carefully left the humiliations out of his description of last night's punishments.

"Excellent, Mr. Henson. Exactly the kinds of punishments a willful boy like you deserves. Now you other two boys turn and face the class again as well."

Alan and Jimmy obediently turned around and faced the class. The class immediately noticed that while his back was turned, Jimmy Chen had developed a hard on, his fat penis curving up and sideways in its asymmetrical natural state.

Mrs. Rose glared at Jimmy's crooked erection. "Mr. Chen, what am I going to do with you?" she asked. Ask for volunteers to give me a blow job? Jimmy thought to himself but, for a change, managed to keep from saying. Mrs. Rose eyed the boy's small, nude frame for a moment, as his not terribly long but fat penis continued to curve upward inexorably until it was pointed, crookedly, at the ceiling, the twist in it and the excessively gnarled skin clearly visible even from the back of the classroom. Finally she shook her head. "You think having to strip naked in class is funny, and you think being spanked is sexually exciting? Apparently you need to adjust your attitudes. We'll have to deal with you after we take care of diapering these two. You obviously need to experience more severe punishment than you've gotten so far."

Jimmy looked stricken. More severe punishment? He'd about died of pain yesterday, especially when that bitch Lindsay squeezed his balls! He'd just made a little joke! Okay, so it was his fault he was late – he'd got to talking to a sixth grade girl he was sweet on and then had to race to the classroom, but still! And he couldn't control his erections – lately they just popped up on their own, all the time, even when he was frightened like now!

He fidgeted in place as Mrs. Rose picked up the name boxes and walked to the three, holding the boys' box out to Alan and Chad. Each obediently picked a name, Alan picking out Randy's name, and Chad getting the name of Big Sam, to his disquiet. The girls' box followed, with Alan managing to get Karla this time, and Chad picking the reticent Ramona. Mrs. Rose read each name as they were picked, and the designated children came to the front. Alan was told to get on the diaper table first, and Randy and Karla efficiently strapped him down. Karla handed Randy the baby wipes, and Randy worked slowly and hesitantly, trying to touch the other boy's exposed anus and genitals as little as possible. Unfortunately for him, his light, gentle touching managed to give Alan a raging hard on to match Jimmy's, so that by the time he got to lotioning the boy's penis it was jumping disturbingly with each touch. "I think it likes you," Emily murmured from the front row. Randy wrinkled his nose in disgust, hastening to rub the rest of the lotion off of the head of Alan's straining penis before it did anything embarrassing. Alan's hard on made it difficult for Karla to get his long, thin penis snugged under the diaper without it sticking out of the top. Finally she caught the end underneath the waistband and snugged the diaper down, making an embarrassing tent for all to eye as Alan was released and walked back to sit gingerly in his seat.

Then it was Chad's turn for the diaper table. Ramona was flushed looking, Chad noticed, as she picked up the baby wipes. She was staring fixedly at his exposed genitals. He wondered what had gotten her so worked up. Before she could start, Mrs. Rose interrupted her, explaining that she wanted the boys to do all wiping and lotioning from now on, to avoid any untoward incidents like the one involving Cynthia and Chad two days before, and the girls to handle the actual diapering. "Lotta good that'll do," Cynthia muttered to the girls around her. "I'd say certain boys appear to have magic hands, too." The girls burst into raucous laughter, bringing a warning stare from Mrs. Rose. Great, thought Randy as he tried to shrink down in his seat by the door. He remembered how quickly Chad's and Alan's new nicknames had caught on. He bet that by noon girls would be calling him Magic Hands!

Chad had to suffer Big Sam's big, gloved hand roughly scrubbing down his butt and genitals and then just as roughly rubbing lotion all over his butt, pressing hard and not at all worried about hurting the boy's tender welts or being gentle with his balls. Chad felt like a helpless 2- year old strapped onto the table, completely at the mercy of the bigger boy. "Kinda small, ain't it, even for you," he commented to Chad as he massaged lotion into Chad's flattened genital region.

"Mr. Henson has already explained the diminutive state of his genitals," Mrs. Rose commented. "Unless you'd like the class to see first hand the effect ice has on your own genitals, I suggest you keep your comments to yourself," she finished archly. Sam shut up and contented himself with massaging Chad's flat scrotum and button penis extra hard. To his relief, Chad noticed he could feel Sam press on his testes where they were buried in the fat layer in his crotch, so they weren't really gone, after all. Ramona slipped the diaper under his butt, covered his crotch, and pulled the diaper up between his legs, her hand trailing over his genitals as she brought the front up. She wasn't looking at him and the contact seemed accidental, yet Chad could have sworn she felt him up on the way by, pressing too hard for the contact to have been an accident. But she quickly fastened the tapes, having no trouble pulling the diaper tight on him, easily avoiding Karla's problem with Alan. To his relief, Chad was released to his seat.

Now Mrs. Rose turned back to the apprehensive Jimmy Chen, looking very small standing there in only his school shirt with his genitals on display, his face terrified but his genitals paradoxically aroused. "So, Mr. Chen, what do you suggest I do about you? How do I get you to take punishment in this classroom seriously? Wasn't it just yesterday that you had your little bottom spanked long and hard by a classmate? If I remember correctly, I believe she also chastised your genitals a little bit as well."

"A little bit!" Jimmy retorted. "It wasn't a little bit! She squeezed my balls! Hard!" He saw that Mrs. Rose was glaring at him. "It hurt," he added lamely.

"Apparently not enough," Mrs. Rose responded. "I think we've heard enough from you. You are to be silent from now on unless you'd like Lindsay to try to improve on her genital chastisement techniques using you as a model. I want to ask your classmates what we should do with you. Mr. Henson – you should be an expert on boys being punished by now. What should I do with Mr. Chen?"

Chad almost fell out of his chair in shock. She was asking him? But he was Jimmy's best friend, even despite the strains of the last few days. She should know he'd want to protect Jimmy. "Ummmmmm," he said, stalling. "Ummmmmm, maybe you should make him apologize and promise not to do it again," he ventured. When her frown deepened, he added quickly, "And, and maybe give him a little spanking, too? But not too hard?" He looked at her hopefully.

"Very funny, Mr. Henson. You should go to comedy clubs and start a new career," Mrs. Rose replied, dismissing his quite earnest suggestions out of hand. "Let's be serious." Chad shrugged. Well, he'd tried. Mrs. Rose looked to her right. Her eyes lit on Lindsay. "Miss Kirk, I know I can count on you for a sensible suggestion. What should we do with Mr. Chen?"

Lindsay put on her best adult manner. Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, Chad thought. "Well, Mrs. Rose, I believe a certain amount of serious physical punishment is called for in this case. As yesterday's punishment appears not to have done the job, I'd say a punishment implement is called for this time, one he'll really feel on his bare bottom." She smiled winningly at Mrs. Rose.

"Now that's the kind of sensible answer I like to hear," Mrs. Rose said. "Mr. Henson, you could learn a lot from watching responsible students like Miss Kirk, and acting more like them and less like an untrained puppy. Do any of you students have other suggestions for Mr. Chen's chastisement?"

Cynthia raised her hand and was acknowledged. "I don't think Jimmy should be paddled," she ventured. "He was trying to get undressed like he was supposed to, it's just that his feet got caught. And boys can't help it when they get hard – their dicks are just horny all the time."

"Penis, Cynthia. The word is penis. Be careful of your language, young lady," Mrs. Rose cautioned. "Your comment about boys being aroused all the time is certainly well- taken – we've seen plenty of examples in class lately. Still, being aroused when punishment is imminent is a sign of being insufficiently frightened of the punishment," Mrs. Rose replied. "Also, Mr. Chen's flippant and disrespectful remarks when he was unable to remove his pants on time as instructed reinforce the conclusion that he simply doesn't fear punishment sufficiently yet. I could also point out that he should have arrived in the classroom with sufficient time to get undressed to start with. You have a kind heart when it comes to the males in this classroom, young lady, perhaps too kind. You have to learn that with males of all ages a firm hand is needed more often than kindness, or they will take advantage of you."

Emily raised her hand, smirking. "Yes, Miss Git," Mrs. Rose said.

"I think Jimmy should be paddled with something particularly nasty on his bare bottom," Emily said, looking Jimmy in the eye. "He needs a paddling because paddlings hurt more than spankings. And his paddling should be longer than yesterday's spanking, too, so he'll take school punishments more seriously. After all, I may be wrong, but I believe Jimmy has been spanked more times in school than anyone else in our class, so he obviously needs to be spanked longer and harder than other boys. Except Chad," she added.

"You certainly make a good argument that a long, hard paddling is called for here," Mrs. Rose said approvingly.

"That's not all," Emily added. "I think that to make his punishment more embarrassing, Jimmy should have to face something more embarrassing than just being naked in school the rest of the day. I think his bathroom privileges should also be revoked. I think that if Jimmy has to use the bathroom, he should have to use the jar in front of the class just like someone else had to do yesterday. If he doesn't like that, he should have to hold it all day," she finished, looking Jimmy in the eye and smiling evilly.

"What if he has to poop?" the girl next to Emily asked. "We don't want him pooping in here, do we?"

Emily frowned. She hadn't considered that. Making boys pee in front of her was fun – she'd always insisted on taking the boys she baby sat for into the bathroom herself, and making them pee in front of her despite their occasional protests. It was even more delicious when boys her age were forced to do it in front of her. But poop was another matter. She didn't like to see boys' butt holes, let alone think about boys pooping. She certainly didn't want to watch it. Mrs. Rose came to her rescue.

"I think it's highly unlikely that Mr. Chen would need to do anything but urinate during the school day if we adopted Emily's suggestion. The fact that Chad had problems yesterday was an unusual event caused by sabotage by another person who shall remain nameless because the incident doesn't concern you people. If we were to adopt Miss Git's suggestion, I don't think this is a problem we'd have to worry about. If Jimmy did develop such a need, we could have him urinate in class first and then send him to the bathroom for his other elimination needs," Mrs. Rose pointed out.

She paused a moment to let this sink into the stricken, ashen-faced Jimmy, and then went on. "Those are good suggestions, yet I think Mr. Chen needs something more added to his punishment – something new and unusual. Does anyone have any other punishment ideas?"

Mrs. Rose looked around the room. "Ramona, what do you think?" She asked the dark-haired, shy girl who had just moments before quietly diapered Chad, apparently excited but failing to meet his eyes during the whole operation. Ramona looked at the floor. Mrs. Rose pressed on. "Do you think that the suggestions that have been made will be sufficient punishment for Mr. Chen, and if not do you have any other ideas for Mr. Chen's punishment in addition to the paddling and cancellation of bathroom privileges that have already been proposed?"

Ramona avoided Mr. Rose's eyes. "I don't know," she said quietly.

"Oh, come now, Ramona," Mrs. Rose chided. "You must have an opinion."

"No," Ramona repeated.

"You don't think the boys in this class need to be stripped and punished for their wrongdoings?" Mrs. Rose said with a hint of disbelief in her voice.

Ramona looked up for the first time. "No, I don't mean that. I think they should be stripped, all of them. Boys shouldn't be able to hide their things from girls like they do. But I don't like it when they get spanked – I feel bad for them when it hurts." She looked down at the floor again.

"You and Cynthia should start a club," Mrs. Rose said a bit sarcastically. "The 'Be Kind to Immature, Badly Behaved Boys Club.' You could meet every week and lie on the floor and let boys walk all over you."

Her remarks were interrupted by a discrete knock on the door. The door immediately opened and Vice-Principal Hendricks poked her head in. "Mrs. Rose," she said. "The principal asked me to bring a new discipline acquisition to the classroom and demonstrate it to the children. If this is a bad time, I could come back."

Mrs. Rose smiled. "If it's what I think it is, this is the perfect time. Bring it on in."

Mrs. Hendricks propped the door open on the doorstop and then ducked back into the hall, coming in moments later carrying an object that looked remarkably like a sawhorse, with four legs projecting from a flat center plank. The plank was 8 inches wide along most of its length, but narrowed at one end to only about 4 inches. A round, raised mound was on the narrow end, made of hard plastic. A vinyl covered pillow was at the other end. Each leg had two Velcro straps attached. There was one set on each leg of the pillow end, but two sets of bigger straps on the knobbed end, one set low on the legs, one set in the center of the legs. Each leg also had a conveniently attached handle. She sat it down in the front of the room, and looked at the children, scanning the room and smiling. She then looked at Jimmy Chen, standing naked in front except for his school shirt. She nodded knowingly. "Why am I not surprised to see you in this position, young man?" she said with a knowing look.

Mrs. Hendricks turned to Mrs. Rose. "This just arrived yesterday, so we wanted to make all of our boys aware of its existence. For the deterrent value, you know."

"Actually, it's just what we need," Mrs. Rose replied. "We've just been discussing what little extra thing we could add to Mr. Chen's much needed punishment today to make it memorable enough to change his abhorrent lack of respect. Mr. Chen, listen especially closely to Mrs. Hendricks. It's time we introduced you to the horse!"