Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 43

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 43
by Chadlad

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Chapter 43: The Last Straw

After another 15 minutes, Mrs. Rose got up from her desk. "Papers in, please," she ordered. "It's almost lunch time. Emily, would you please choose three girls to help you carry Mr. Chen to the punishment platform in the front of the lunch room."

Jimmy's moans had died down, although he was still sniffling loudly. She walked over to the prone boy's head and seized the projecting part of his underwear, drawing them from his mouth. Jimmy took a few deep breaths and licked his lips, twisting his head to the other side where Chad could see his puffy, tear-streaked face. Mrs. Rose, meanwhile, pinned Jimmy's underwear to the bulletin board, where it hung limply, sopping wet from his spittle. Chad scanned it for skid marks or other suspicious stains, but saw nothing but wet cloth. He hoped, for Jimmy's sake, that they'd been as clean as they looked from his seat.

Emily, meanwhile, had chosen three of her cohorts to carry the horse, with Jimmy attached, to the lunch room. The rest of the class lined up for lunch, as Emily and her crew each grasped a leg handle. "One, two three, lift," Emily ordered, and the 4 girls easily lifted the smallish boy and the horse and carried him to the door, deliberately bouncing him roughly with each step. Jimmy voice rose in complaint. "Owwwww! Owwwww! That hurts! Stop bouncing! That hurts my balls! Owwww!" He continued variations of this chant all the way to the lunchroom, attracting unwanted attention the whole way. Children turned and gawked in amazement as his bound form and bouncing, striped butt want by, his scrotum projecting uncomfortably from between his spread legs. The lunch room crowd also stared and the room became dead silent as Jimmy was trotted through the tables and deposited on the raised platform, Emily and her cohorts marching as proudly as if they were carrying the enemy totem back to their gods. They lowered the horse until it was a couple of inches off the grown and then let it drop, causing a howl of protest from Jimmy as the impact squashed his trapped ball. The horse was left sitting so that Jimmy's hindquarters faced the room, his body and head mostly out of sight in his prone position on the raised platform. Children quickly surrounded the horse, examining his damaged bottom, poking at his anus and the projecting portions of his mashed privates. They bombarded him with questions simultaneously, so that he couldn't possibly have answered them even if he hadn't begun crying again at the pain in his butt, his butt hole, and his balls, and the humiliation of spending lunch butt naked with his bottom bent and spread and facing several hundred kids, half of them girls. The lunch monitor eventually descended on them and shooed most of them away, decreeing that only 3 people could be around Jimmy at any one time.

Chad and Alan, yesterday's news even though still in diapers, were mostly ignored as they made their way through the lunch line. Chad realized with surprise as he sat down with his food that he hadn't peed all morning, and still didn't absolutely have to go yet. That was a fortunate thing, because he didn't know what the procedure would be if he had to be changed at lunchtime. The diaper cart was back in the classroom, as were the extra diapers, and even if they were here, he certainly didn't want to go through the humiliating changing procedure in front of all the kids of all the grades. Well, he still didn't have to go yet. He decided he'd wait until after lunch. Maybe he'd get by with only one change today.

Alan hadn't asked to be changed, either, he realized. Perhaps the abnormally hot weather of that particular September day was responsible, or maybe having Jimmy's punishment as a distraction had helped. Quite to his surprise, as he slipped into the middle of an empty table and his new friend Alan slid in across from him, Ramona came and sat beside him on the outside edge of the table. Even more surprising, Joey came and sat next to Alan, with Joey's crew making up the rest of the table group. Joey actually looked at Chad quite companionably. "Tough break your amigo got," he said. "I'd hate to straddle that thing with my cajones being squashed like that!"

"Yeah, but you've got real ones, not jelly beans like these squirts," one of his friends said.

Joey looked at him warningly. "Hey, didn't I tell you these guys were okay? I know what these guys have gone through, and any boy who's been paddled by the Nose or her little toadies and didn't fight back has balls. Besides, we all were small like that once," Joey added heatedly.

"Yeah, in kindergarten," the 8th grade kid next to him snickered. Joey glanced both ways, saw the monitor was looking the other direction, and rabbit-punched the kid in the side. The 8th grader let out a little gasp and listed to one side clutching his abdomen, then with grade effort and obviously in pain, he straightened up again, trying to look like nothing had happened. The stiffness in his posture and the fact he shut up after that attested otherwise, however. The other boys decided that making fun of Chad or Alan wasn't wise and soon shifted the talk to the baseball season and the likelihood of the Twins making the playoffs and maybe even beating the Yankees. Chad's remembered Ramona was sitting beside him, and turned to look at her quizzically.

"How come you sat by us today," Chad asked her, keeping his voice low so only she could hear. "I mean, you usually sit with Cynthia and the other girls." Ramona looked shyly at her tray.

"I just felt like it," she said. She went back to eating silently. Chad and Alan glanced at Jimmy every few bites. He seemed to have stopped crying but he kept shifting his butt every few seconds, obviously quite uncomfortable. Children in ones and twos approached him in an almost continuous stream, squatting down to look at his spread butt at close range, fingering his welts, or sometimes poking at his butt, his balls, or his butt hole. A few walked around to his head and talked with him briefly, the girls generally mockingly, the boys mostly in sympathetic or inquiring tones. Chad noticed Cynthia, on her return from a trip to replenish the table napkins, squatting by Jimmy's head for a longish period of time, then rising looking flushed and ducking her head as she hurried back to her table. Now what was that all about?

Meanwhile, Chad chowed down on fish sticks, thankful for his first real meal at school in several days. This was so much better than punishment food! He wondered if Jimmy would get to eat after his lunchtime display to the other kids. Probably – the school apparently didn't approve of starving kids, even ones who'd been so bad they'd gotten whipped bare ass. Bare ass, Chad repeated in his head. Bare ass. The forbidden phrase sounded so deliciously naughty in his head, conjuring up pictures of girls lowering their pants to his eager gaze. He wondered if he could actually ever make himself say "bare ass" out loud.

Ramona kept picking at her food with her head down, looking at Chad and biting her lip from time to time, glancing at Jimmy's displayed butt just as often. Joey and his crew ate like starved wolverines and soon headed off in a bunch to tell raucous stories and ogle 8th grade girls. In a few more minutes Alan picked up his partially finished tray, too, commenting, "I still don't have my appetite back yet – everything hurts!" He looked at Chad. "Are you gonna be done soon?"

"In a minute," Chad said. "I'm still eating."

Alan leaned conspiratorily toward Chad. "Last night made my dick so raw and sore I can't touch it," he whispered in Chad's ear. "Yet I'm so horny I can't stand it!" He dumped his tray and moved across to Jimmy's head end, where he squatted down and they appeared to be talking civilly to each other, Jimmy obviously complaining, Alan nodding in sympathy.

Ramona indicated the two of them with her left hand as she kept eating slowly. "How do you boys do that?" she asked.

"Do what?" Chad replied.

"How do you fight with each other one day, and talk the next like nothing happened? Alan and Jimmy practically tore each other's heads off yesterday, and today they're talking like old friends." She looked down, like she was embarrassed for having uttered an entire sentence to him.

"Why wouldn't they?" Chad responded. "Yesterday was yesterday, and today is today. They worked it out."

"But that's just it," Ramona said, looking him in the eyes for the first time. "No girl I know would ever do that after a fight. When a girl has a fight with another girl, it goes on for weeks, even months. She tries to get all her friends to stop talking to her, she spreads rumors about her, and she tries to get her into trouble. But you boys beat each other up and then go right back to sitting together like you're old buddies." She blushed, apparently embarrassed she'd said so much, and looked at her remaining half a fish stick intently.

"That's stupid," Chad said judgmentally. "When you're done being mad, it's over."

"That doesn't explain it," Ramona said more forcefully, looking up at Chad again. "I mean, everyone in school knows that Joey Turpin made you pull down your pants and punched you right on your, you know, your little things the other day." She paused and looked at her tray. Chad felt a twinge of shame again that she said "little things." Why did everyone always have to emphasize "little" when they talked about his genitals?

"That's what put in my essay," she said.

"What?" Chad asked, not following.

"You know, when we had to pick something worse than being whipped on the bare bottom as a punishment for boys. I wrote in my essay that it would be worse than being switched, to be like, paddled down there." She looked back up again. "That would be bad, wouldn't it? I don't want to get detention."

Chad assured her that being paddled on the scrotum would definitely be bad.

"So he hits you in a really bad place. Yet he sits with you today like nothing happened and you talk to him like you're the best of buds. And it isn't just him. Everyone knows you and Jimmy were on the outs over him thinking you're why the boys are getting spanked bare, yet you guys are thick as thieves today, and you're telling the Nose that he shouldn't be spanked even though you know that she doesn't want to hear that and she might decide to spank you herself if you irritate her enough. But you risk it to go to bat for a kid who hated you yesterday."

"Jimmy doesn't hate me, he's my best friend," Chad protested.

"I give up," Ramona said. "I'll never understand you penis people."

Chad looked surprised at the audacity of her last remark, and she blushed and looked down at her tray again. Chad tried to think of something to say to explain it to her, but he didn't know what. He hadn't thought about it, but what she said was true, he realized. The girls did seem to hold grudges longer than he and his friends did. Emily had hated him for years, and he still had no idea why. He took another spoonful of corn from his tray. Ramona suddenly looked up at him again. "I'll tell you a secret about me and maybe some of the other girls if you promise not to tell anyone else," she said, flushing a bit. She looked in his eyes questioningly.

"A secret?" Chad asked lamely. He heaped his spoon up with the last of his corn and shoveled it all in his mouth.

"About us. Well at least about me, and probably Cynthia and a few of the other girls. Not Emily, though, and not Lindsay, and not the rest of that crowd."

She leaned in and looked at Chad shyly. "We like it when you have to pull down your pants and show us your boy stuff," she said.

Chad spewed corn all over his tray and the table. Kids at the adjoining table looked up at him in surprise. "Sorry," he said. "Went down the wrong way." He smiled like an idiot and started cleaning up, waiting until they went back to talking.

He leaned in to Ramona, who was blushing and looking at her own tray.

"Really?" he asked. "You like looking at our boy stuff? Like our dicks and our balls?" Now that was a major revelation! He was entirely too aware that some girls, especially his sister and Emily, enjoyed hurting and humiliating the boys, but he hadn't thought of the possibility that some of them might like undressing him not to humiliate him, be because they found his genitals pleasant looking or exciting. On the other hand, Cynthia had certainly suggested she might be much more interested in giving boys pleasure than hurting them – perhaps Ramona felt the same way.

Ramona was avoiding Chad's gaze by staring at Jimmy, or at least Jimmy's exposed butt, which was all she could see at this angle. "We pulled down his pants once before, you know," she said in a quiet voice.

Chad looked at her in amazement. "Today?" he asked.

"No," said Ramona quietly. "Not today. A long time ago. When we were in 3rd grade. We were playing Cowboys and Indians in Jessica Kincaid's back yard. You know Jessica, she's in 8th grade."

Chad did indeed know Jessica. Tall, dark, broad, and bossy, everyone knew Jessica. She took charge of every play group and every activity everywhere she went. He was more than a little afraid of her.

Ramona went on as he nodded. "Anyway, her parents had gone off somewhere. Besides Jimmy there were two other boys who were brothers and a bunch of us girls, and the three boys were the Indians. But then the other boys had to go home, so Jimmy was the only Indian, and we pretended we captured him. He let us tie him to a tree as part of the game. We talked about scalping him and torturing him, and all the usual stuff we did when we played, while he begged to be released to go back to his people. Then Jessica suddenly walks over and pulls his pants and underpants down to his knees, just as calmly as you please, and asks him how he likes that. Jimmy tried to get his hands free to pull up his pants, but we'd tied him pretty good. He was pretty embarrassed, but I guess I was too, for looking at him. It was really exciting, though. I mean, I'd only seen the boy stuff of babies being changed before that, and here was a real live boy my own age standing there with all his boy stuff hanging out and bouncing around! So even though we were all sort of embarrassed, we all looked at him, kind of sideways and with our heads down, like we weren't really looking. His thingy and his bag weren't as big as they are now, and he didn't have any hair then, but it was still a lot more exciting than looking at the babies had been."

She looked at Chad trustingly and went on. "You know what I mean by exciting – like it was a forbidden thing we were seeing, and he didn't want us to see it but he couldn't do anything about it. He was yelling at us all this time, telling us he was going to tell our moms for pulling his pants down, but we just kept looking at him and pretending we weren't all that interested in looking at him, and being embarrassed because we were looking at him but not able to stop. He didn't get hard or anything, but it was still weird looking at a naked boy's stuff. Anyway, finally Jessica walks over to him and says to him that he won't dare tell, or we'd all tell everyone that he took his pants off on his own and made us look at him, and since he was a boy and we were girls and everyone knew what boys were like, they wouldn't believe him. And she said we'd tell everyone what his boy stuff looked like if he told. Then she untied him and he tried to run away, except that he tripped when he tried to pull up his pants and underpants as he ran and he fell down, winding up on his back right at my feet. His boy parts were all dusty and I kind of reached out without thinking and tried to dust them off, and then he got madder and pushed me away and ran off trying to pull up his pants as he went. I still remember his dusty little butt sticking out as he rounded the corner of the house and disappeared, and his little thing flopping as he ran. I thought sure he'd tell, but he didn't – he just didn't play with us for several days, then one day he just drifted back into the group like nothing had happened, and we all pretended nothing had happened, too. But I still remember how he looked standing there tied to the tree, his funny-looking boy stuff bulging out from between his legs and bouncing around as he twisted back and forth trying to get loose. It's a memory that comes to me every time one of you guys has to take off your pants in front of us – I still get a shiver when your underpants come down, just like I did the first time. And you look the most like he did that day, you know, down there," she added. "So you're the one that seeing affects me the most. But it only works for me if you don't want to do it but you have to – if you have to take your pants down and you don't want to, or someone takes them down when you don't want them to. I wanted you to know that's why I like looking at you guys when you go up to be punished, not because I like watching you get hurt. I'm not a bitch boy hater like Emily."

Ramona leaned back and looked at the floor, as if ashamed of what she'd just shared with Chad. She gathered her courage and looked back up. "I don't like the diaper table much," she went on. "And I don't like that thing, either," she said, pointing at the horse. "I don't like seeing you guys with your butts spread. It's a lot better when you're standing up, so your things just hang down naturally, and I can see your butts but not inside of them. Your butts are nice and smooth and curved but not round like a girl's – you know, sort of muscular. They look good when you're standing up. But I don't like seeing you bent over – your, you know, your inside places – they're kind of gross looking. And I don't like it when you get spanked so hard you cry. I don't like seeing you get hurt, but when you have to take your pants off…" She paused, as if considering saying her next utterance, then went on. "Sometimes I wonder if you or Jimmy would ever want to be tied up and play like, you know, like it was real? I wouldn't hurt you, I swear. Or is that too weird? I mean— I mean –." Her voice broke, and she looked away, suddenly rising from the table and hurrying off, leaving her statement unfinished. She retreated across the room quickly, and ducked out of Chad's sight down the hall.

Chad was amazed. He and Jimmy had been best friends for years, but he'd never told Chad that Jessica Kincaid had pulled down his pants and let a bunch of girls look at him. Thinking on it, he realized that Jimmy must have been intensely embarrassed about that day – so much so that he couldn't even talk about it to his best friend or tell on the girl who'd done it. He wondered what Jimmy would say if he knew that Ramona had been picturing that day for years, each time feeling a thrill of forbidden pleasure contemplating him tied up, naked and helpless.

He thought about Ramona's admission that she found watching them being undressed exciting. He wondered how he felt about that. He was surprised to find, on reflection, that he found the idea intriguing. It might be okay to undress for just one girl, especially if she wasn't actually going to hurt him.

Of course, it was humiliating that he was the one whose tiny genitals reminded her of most that day when Jimmy's 8-year- old genitals had been bared. He hadn't really needed another reminder of how little his equipment was. Yet it was downright exciting to think that he was arousing a pretty girl like Ramona every time he was forced to undress in class. Maybe he ought to go after her and tell her that her idea wasn't weird at all! But she'd been so embarrassed when she left that she'd probably gone straight to the girls' restroom, so there probably wasn't any point in looking for her right now.

Besides, her remarks had raised unsettling feelings deep in his own groin. For a moment he pictured himself standing with his arms tied overhead to a pipe in Ramona's basement, as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and then, very slowly, pulled them down to reveal his erect genitals to her beautiful brown eyes. Then she'd lean forward and take his erection in her mouth…

The awareness of his raging erection uncomfortably tenting his tight diaper snapped him back to reality. He'd have to sit here another minute and think about other stuff so it would go down. He looked at Jimmy's exposed butt. Now there was a sight to shrivel a boy's privates! Jimmy's welts had diminished somewhat in size and redness, but it was obvious his friend's butt was still hurting him in a major way, and the squashed look of his balls pressing on the raised plastic lump between his spread legs was quite disturbing. He tried to picture himself on the horse, his own baby balls grinding into the hump as his butt throbbed with pain. And Jimmy had to sit in that hard spanking chair the rest of the day! What would it be like sitting on a butt lined with whipping welts?

Chad decided that this line of thought wasn't helping, either – his erect penis throbbed with his heartbeat, refusing to go down.
Flipped up against his stomach, though, and small as it was, he concluded it really wasn't all that visible. Chad picked up his and Ramona's trays and dumped them, then walked over end of the horse nearest the wall where he could see Jimmy's face and talk to him.

Chad could see that Jimmy's extreme discomfort in his red, scrunched up face, and the fact he was obviously just on the borderline of crying again. He squatted on his haunches so they were almost at eye level and commented, quietly, "Hang in there – I know it hurts, but it'll be over soon. Mrs. Rose said you could get off the horse after lunch."

Jimmy swallowed several times, blinking back tears. "My ass burns everywhere! I can feel every little line that stupid switch made," he finally said hoarsely. "Twenty-four from each side and 3 up the middle, right? I felt every one of them. I can still feel every one of them individually. And this horse thing really hurts! It mashes your balls flat so they ache all the time, and no matter which way you try to lie, you're still right on top of your dick!" Chad nodded sympathetically, mindful of his diaper climbing into his butt crack in this position. Even after three days, he still felt ridiculous squatting down while wearing a diaper. It exposed half his butt cheeks, and he had to dig the diaper out of his crack every time he stood up again.

Jimmy was continuing his protests. "The way they've got my legs tied down makes my ass open up so everyone can look at my asshole! That's all they see! And all of them think they have to comment on it! Ooooooh, Jimmy, your butt hole looks disgusting. Ooooooh, Jimmy, your ass stinks! Ooooooh, Jimmy, you've got shit in your crack!" Jimmy said in his high-pitched, nasal imitation of females that Chad had always found hilarious. He giggled. Jimmy continued his rant. "About a zillion kids have told me stuff like that, like it's my fault I'm bent over like this! I don't have anything on me, do I?" Jimmy asked plaintively. "You can't smell anything, either, can you? I took a shower this morning, and I always use soap back there!"

Chad rose and leaned over to inspect Jimmy's widely spread hindquarters. Actually, Jimmy's butt hole didn't look any worse than any other boy's, he thought. They all looked about the same, except for their colors. As he looked, his friend shifted positions on the horse, causing his butt hole to shrink and tighten before relaxing again, like an eye blinking. "You're not dirty," he reported back to Jimmy. "But it would help if you could hold still. Your poo h– I mean your butt hole kind of winks at people when you move."

"Like you're the first person to tell me that," Jimmy retorted. "Those girls who were here a minute ago said it looked like it was hungry and tried to stick a carrot stick in it. They got it at least half an inch into me before the monitor stopped them!"

"I saw," Chad said. "I also saw Cynthia talking to you."

"Yeah," Jimmy said. "She's nice. She said you and me should come to her house sometime soon and she'd try to make us feel better."

"Really?" Chad said in wonder.

"Honest to God," Jimmy said. His face fell. "But I'll be grounded for life when Mom finds out I shot off my mouth and got whipped in class. So I guess it's no good, anyway."

"This may cheer you up," Chad ventured. "Ramona says she gets turned on every time you or me gets undressed and has to show her our stuff. She says she saw you get you pantsed back in 3rd grade when you were playing Indian and she's had a thing for stripping boys ever since."

"She was there?" Jimmy said, a bit of his old fire returning. "I haven't thought about that in a long time. I don't even remember who pulled my pants down, now – I just remember that everyone was looking at me, and it seemed forever until they let me go. I never told on anyone – not even my mom. I would have died of embarrassment."

"You didn't tell me, either," Chad said, sounding a bit hurt.

"I couldn't – I mean, they all were looking at my dick! Don't you remember, we couldn't even say the word 'dick' back then! We called 'em our 'things!' No way I would have told you that some girls pulled my pants down and looked at my thing! I stayed home for awhile, but eventually I went back to playing outside and they acted like nothing had happened."

"She says you were real little and hairless back then," Chad said, enjoying a bit of fun with Jimmy. "She said it was so small she could hardly see it."

"You should talk," Jimmy said.

"Really," Chad said, ignoring the dig. "She said it looked like a little worm. But she hinted she'd like to play Indian again with you or me one of these days, but without the other girls!"

Jimmy shifted positions with his hips and grimaced. "Owww. I'm gonna be so sore by the time they let me off of this thing that I wouldn't be able to do anything even if she invited me to jump on top of her and do the old horizontal hula," he added ruefully.

Chad found himself picturing a naked Jimmy lying on top of and equally naked Ramona, moving his hips from side to side in a hula motion. In his mind, Ramona had Chandra's body, only with browner skin. The thought reminded him of his dream of vaginas with teeth, and he stood up again, pulling his diaper out of his butt crack and trying to adjust it so his hard on didn't show. At that point he noticed the lunch monitor directing the 4 girls who'd brought Jimmy to the lunchroom toward the front, obviously getting ready to make him ride the horse back to the classroom. "Uh, oh," he said to Jimmy. "Miss Cowgirl and her crew are coming to get you! I suppose you're going back to the classroom to wait until lunch is over."

Jimmy looked pained but resigned. "I supposed they'll smash my balls all the way back, just like they did coming here."

"Out of the way, Microdick," Emily ordered as the 4 girls approached. "Ready for a nice horsie ride, Piggy?" she taunted. Jimmy bit his lip and turned his head away from her. "One, two, three, up!" Emily said, as the 4 girls lifted the horse abruptly and began trotting back to the classroom, Jimmy's butt jouncing up and down as they went, slamming his tender genitals against the raised section. Jimmy's yelps with each bounce could be heard even as they disappeared down the corridor.

Chad turned to walk away, only to find several 6th grade boys and girls suddenly blocking his way. He looked for his brother Tommy in the group, but he was nowhere to be seen. A boy about his own size addressed Chad. "Sarah here is the cousin of a friend of some girl named Chandra Walker," he began. "And she says that Chandra says that you were forced to suck some guy's dick for 10 minutes last night and he had to suck yours, and that she got to watch the whole thing. I say no boy would ever sink that low, even to avoid getting paddled. We've got 5 bucks riding on it, and your stupid brother won't tell us who's right and who's wrong!"

Thank you, Tommy, Chad thought silently. His opinion of his brother climbed another notch. He tried to walk around the boy, but he was stopped by the slightly taller, brown-haired girl next to the boy, who moved to intercept him. "So we're asking you," she stated. "Out with it. Did you suck a guy's dick in front of Chandra, or is my stupid cousin just feeding me a line of crap? And don't try to lie to us – we'll be able to tell if you're lying," she added, looking him in the face.

"Get away from me," Chad said, trying to push past them on the other side. The boy moved to block him. "Come on, you can tell us," the girl continued.

Chad flushed as a mental picture rose in his mind of him sucking on Alan like a madman as Alan sucked him just as fervently. What was Chandra doing shooting off her mouth! He'd seen her butt naked, for heaven's sake, and with her fingers diddling her girl parts right in front of them! He'd seen her on her back with her legs spread wide open and her pee slit and the hole where you stick your wiener gaping! How could a girl who'd done that dare talk about the things he'd done? He flushed with anger at her betrayal of them.

The girl blocking his way suddenly twisted her face into a triumphant grin. "Look, everybody! He's blushing! He did it! He sucked some guy's dork, just like my cousin said! I knew it!" She turned triumphantly to the boy next to her. "Pay up!" she ordered.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Chad said, his voice breaking. "Now get out of my way!" He tried to push past them again. The boy grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Come on, look right at her and tell her you didn't do it!" he said loudly in Chad's ear. "Tell her!" Chad looked around wildly, escape the only thing on his mind. "Oh, man, you can't tell her, can you! You did it! You cock-sucking little puss! I didn't think any boy would stoop that low, even a pussy like you. I'm out 5 bucks, and it's your fault. Man, oh man, what kind of wuss are you!" the boy moaned.

Chad could only think about his desperate need to escape this terrible trap. He pushed the boy to one side and shoved the girl to the other, and tried to ram his way forward out of the group. He collided with another sixth- grade girl, this one with her back turned to him, conversing with a girl facing her. His desperate lurch caught her in the small of the back, knocking her down against the edge of the table, her face making an audible "Whap" as it struck. She collapsed on the ground, blood immediately welling from her nose, her split lip, and the inside of her mouth. Both hands reached for her mouth. "MY TOOOF! MY TOOOOF! HE KNOCKED OU MY TOOOOF! she moaned through her hands. Teachers materialized from every direction, leaning over the girl and examining her. Chad froze with horror, trying to figure out what he should do. Apologize, that's what Tommy had said. Apologize and try to help.

He started forward, intending to get on his knees in front of her and say how sorry he was. But just then his forward motion was arrested as strong hands grasped him from behind and hoisted him by a powerful grip on his shirt collar and an equally powerful grip that grasped most of the back of his diaper and twisted it into a ball, making the leg holes distend until the side seams were squeezing his scrotum uncomfortably from both sides. The hands lifted Chad into the air a couple of feet, then shook him until his teeth rattled, the diaper edges digging into either side of his groin. "That was the last straw for you, you disobedient, obnoxious brat!" Mrs. Rose said loudly from behind his ear, each word like the tolling of a bell spelling doom. "The little punishments you've gotten before will be just a fond memory after this. By the time the school's through with you you'll be envying Mr. Chen's experience today. I'm taking you to Mrs. Hendricks' office, and I'm going to personally make sure that you're the first student in Miriam Webster history to have to run the gauntlet!"