Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 44

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 44
by Chadlad

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Chapter 44: The Gauntlet

Chad stood in the hall outside the vice principal's office. There was a bulletin board next to the door, opposite the chairs and the broad bench for parents and trembling children waiting to see the vice principal, and Chad was standing at the moment with his nose against the board, his thoughts in turmoil. He was going to have to run the gauntlet. What the heck was the gauntlet? Mrs. Rose had said that it was worse than anything he'd had before, even what Jimmy had just gotten, but what was it?

He'd pushed down another kid – this time a girl! And he'd hurt her – her tooth was loose, her lip was split, and she'd been bleeding copiously as the teachers had hustled her away, asking who her dentist was and promising to call her mother as they left. Mrs. Rose had shaken him until his head rattled, promising grimly that his mother would be called as well. Chad had promptly peed his pants, which, as he was wearing perfectly functional diapers, really wasn't the major disaster it could have been. But the pee immediately began irritating the welts on his lower butt and on his penis. When he'd gotten enough of his voice back to speak as Mrs. Rose was yanking him by one arm through the halls to his present location, and informed her in a whisper that he'd wet his diaper, she'd just commented, "That's the least of your worries." She'd just kept yanking him along until she finally deposited him in his present position with admonitions not to move unless he wanted to die, or at least feel like he was dying.

Time seemed to stretch out forever for Chad. The welts on his butt burned, as did the ones on his penis. The peed diaper had puffed up and felt squishy between his legs, like it was full of jelly. Kids and teachers bustled back and forth behind him, going to and from the offices and to and from various other destinations. Some paused to ask why he was standing in an obvious punishment position in the hall, while others passed on by but made caustic comments about him being a pants pooper, a diaper boy, or a microdick. He could catch snatches of conversation from the closed door to Mrs. Hendricks' office. Mrs. Rose's voice rose at one point as she was saying "…and I demand the maximum possible punishment!" He missed Mrs. Hendricks' more measured reply, but did catch "…of course I'll call his mother immediately, she'll be quite upset that he's done it again."

She'll be upset, all right, thought Chad. She'll rip him a new butt hole, that's what she'll do! He hoped against hope that they wouldn't be able to reach his mother, a hope that was quickly dashed as Mrs. Rose exited and stood behind him like Darth Vader contemplating an Ewok. "Your mother will be right over, young man," she said in menacing tones. "And then she and Mrs. Hendricks and I will discuss your necessary punishment. As the school day hasn't long to go today, you will almost certainly be running the gauntlet on Monday. For now, keep your bratty nose tight against that board."

She turned to leave. Chad managed to find his voice, saying in a squeak, "What's the g- g- gauntlet?"

"The most painful and humiliating punishment for a boy that the teachers and the students of each of the classes here can devise," Mrs. Rose said with relish. "That's all I'm going to tell you. You'll be envying every boy every punished here long before Monday is over."

She hovered over him, glaring, her hands flexing like she'd like to get him by the throat or by some other, more vulnerable body part. Chad forced himself to speak again. "Uh, Mrs. Rose…"

"WHAT," she snapped.

"Uh … I wet my diaper, and it burns! May I please be changed?" Chad whimpered.

Mrs. Rose looped a big arm around Chad's middle, and seized the back of his diaper with a strong hand. She yanked backwards, breaking the tabs on either side of the diaper and then pulling it so roughly from between his legs that Chad's inner thighs burned. Chad lurched and began whimpering. Mrs. Rose ignored him, tossing the shredded diaper in the waste can that sat conveniently by the bench behind Chad. "There," she said. "All better. Now shut your disgusting trap and stand there until you mother arrives, you obnoxious brat." She left without another word, her heels clicking as she went down the hall.

Great, Chad thought. Just fricking' great! I had to open my big mouth about the diaper, and now look at me – I get to stand here butt naked instead! And his welts still burned, because the pee hadn't been washed off of his body! At least with his nose against the board, his privates weren't so visible. He didn't dare look down to see their current state, but they felt very small and vulnerable. He was entirely too aware of his bare butt sticking out where everyone who passed could see it. He hated standing with his butt sticking out! He felt so – so – so spankable that way! Anyone walking by could just pop him on the bare butt without any interference at all.

As if on cue, he heard the footsteps of a child approaching, then hesitating behind him and stopping. He tried to will the person to go away. A soft, high-pitched voice said, "How come you're in the hall with your booty sticking out?" Chad remained silent, hoping the boy or girl, he couldn't tell which by the voice, would go away. The voice piped up again. "Are you gonna get a spankin'?" it asked. Chad pointedly avoided answering, hoping his silence would end the questions. It didn't. The voice moved to the side of Chad, where he could just make out a small, black boy looking at him quizzically. "Can't you talk?" the boy said.

"Go away," Chad hissed.

"You don't haveta be mean," the boy said reproachfully. "I just asked if you were getting' a spankin'."

"I don't know," Chad whispered. "Now go away."

"You musta done somethin' bad," the boy continued. "Or you wouldn't be out here all bare." He leaned over to look at Chad more closely, his head barely above Chad's stomach height. "How come you ain't got not no peenie?" he asked curiously. He tried to angle his head against the wall to look at Chad's crotch.

"Go away," Chad said again, this time not bothering to whisper.

"Really," the boy said. "Where's your peenie? My mommy says all boys have peenies!" He reached over boldly and clapped a hand on Chad's crotch.

"Hey!" Chad said. Just then the door to Mrs. Hendricks' office flew open and Mrs. Hendricks stalked out, frowning.

She glared at the little boy, caught with his hand on Chad's genitals. "What's going on here?" she asked him reproachfully.

The boy snatched his hand back. "Nothin'," he said quickly, looking down.

"Where is it you're supposed to be," she asked the small boy. "Why are you here in the hall when class is in session?"

The boy froze for a moment and then began stammering. "I- I- I had to go p- p- p- pee-pee." he finally stuttered.

"And where is your classroom? What grade are you in?" Mrs. Hendricks returned.

"F- f- first," the boy answered.

"Mrs. Crocker's class, right?" Mrs. Hendricks stated.

"Uh-, Uh-, uh-, yeah," the boy stammered.

"Mrs. Crocker's classroom is on the first floor, and in the other building. What are you doing up here?" Mrs. Hendricks replied.

"I – I – I got lost," the boy said.

"Really," Mrs. Hendricks said.

"Yeah," the boy said. "I got lost."

"The boys' room in your building is 2 doors away from your classroom," Mrs. Hendricks said. "There's no way you got lost. So tell me what' you're really up to right now, or you'll be very sorry. And it had better be the truth."

The boy looked at the floor.

"Tell me the truth, right now young man, or you'll be in even worse trouble," Mrs. Hendricks said. "Why were you really here?"

Chad dared a glance to the side – the boy looked terrified. Mrs. Hendricks spoke louder. "I asked you a question, and you'd better answer truthfully – why did you come up here?"

"I – I – I --- this kid in the boys' room said there was a boy up here who was naked, so I wanted to see …." he trailed off.

"So you came to a different building without permission in order to harass Mr. Henson, is that right?" Mrs. Hendricks said.

"What's 'harass" mean?" the boy asked.

"It means you came to bother him," she replied. "That's not the problem, though – boys being punished have to put up with being harassed by schoolmates – that's part of their punishment. But you have no business being in this building where you shouldn't be, when Mrs. Crocker thinks you've gone to the bathroom." She looked at Chad. "Mr. Henson, I'm going to need your help for a moment. You may step away from the wall and put your hands down."

Wondering what was up, Chad turned and put his hands at his side. This necessitated displaying his bare genitals again to the world, but it couldn't be avoided.

"Hey, he does have a peenie!" the boy said suddenly. "I couldn't see it before! How come it's so little? My brother's is lots bigger than that, and he's
only 11!"

Chad looked down – disappearing act again – he knew it! Mrs. Hendricks wasn't amused.

"Of course he has a penis – he's a boy, although not a very well-behaved one. But you're not a very well-behaved boy, either, are you?" She grasped the boy's arms, pulling them behind him and catching them both in her left hand. "Chad, would you please lower this naughty boy's pants and underpants so I can remind him to return to his classroom and not wander the halls looking for naked boys to look at?"

Mindful of the boy's mocking remarks about his genitals, Chad felt some measure of satisfaction in unsnapping the button of the twisting boy's shorts and pulling down his zipper, and then yanking the shorts to the boy's feet. The boy was wearing Spiderman briefs with a wet spot on the crotch bulge. Mrs. Hendricks frowned at that. "Typical," she said, shaking her head. You boys show an appalling lack of basic hygiene. They should make you wipe those things with paper when you go," she commented. "Finish undressing him," she ordered when she noticed that Chad had paused.

Chad grasped the top of the boy's briefs and yanked them down, leaving the boy's genitals as exposed as his own. The boy continued twisting feebly from side to side, making his small penis flop back and forth. Chad was relieved, but only a little relieved at the sight of them. He'd always heard how big the dicks of African American boys were, so he was relieved to see a little boy sized phallus on this particular example. The boy's penis was uncircumsized, so it came to a point at the tip, the foreskin showing the normal gaping hole that Chad found vaguely unattractive. But the shaft, although not bigger than his own in its normal state and probably not any bigger when erect, was certainly bigger than his in his current fear-shrunken state. He blushed at the thought that this first grader currently looked bigger than him! On the other hand, the boy's dark, almost purple scrotal sack had the same wrinkled plum appearance of Chad's own.

"Just pull the pants off his legs – take his shoes with them," Mrs. Hendricks said. Chad discovered the boy's shoes slipped off easily with his pants and underpants, as he hefted first one small leg and then the other and pulled. He sat the wadded up clothing and shoes on the chair beside the bench across the hall. Mrs. Hendricks dragged the boy to the bench, easily draping him over her lap. "Hold his legs," she said. Chad dutifully grasped the boy's two small, kicking legs, narrowly avoiding having a bare foot planted firmly into his crotch. Once he had grasped both, standing between the boy's legs, Mrs. Hendricks began spanking the boy's little brown butt enthusiastically.

The little boy immediately burst into girlish, high-pitched sobs. His miniature butt squeezed convulsively as he tried to kick his trapped legs. Chad, standing between them, got a bird's eye view of the boy's entire spanking from first blow to last, marveling at the fact that even with his dark brown skin you could see the boy's butt quickly take on a reddish hue. As the boy kicked more and more wildly, Chad began seeing glimpses of his shy little butt hole now and then. He had been somewhat curious about the color of the anuses of African American boys, so he was intrigued to discover that the boy's anus was the same almost purple color of his scrotum, and otherwise looked like all the other butt holes of the other boys and the one girl he'd seen recently.

With nothing else to do, Chad counted the slaps of Mrs. Hendricks' feminine-looking small hands as the boy's crying got louder and more desperate, finally becoming hoarse squeals. Several girls as well as one boy on their way to and from errands in the hall stopped briefly to stare at the small boy getting his bare butt spanked and at the larger one standing with his bottom half bare and miniscule genitals on display, holding the younger boy's thrashing legs. A few nudged each other and pointed at Chad's crotch and then under the little boy at his dangling penis, obviously comparing their relative genital sizes.

Finally, at 50 whacks, Mrs. Hendricks stopped the boy's spanking. The boy's squealing increased, though, as she began the Miriam School teachers' universal post-spanking practice of roughly rubbing the boy's sore butt. She glared at the gathered children, who suddenly appeared to remember that they had to be off on their errands. She then turned to Chad. "On my desk there is a pad labeled 'Punishment Order' on top. Get it."

Chad let go of the boy, who'd lost all the fight in him by now, and went in the office door. It took him a minute to find the pad, mixed in with dozens of other papers. He brought it back out. The boy was now standing beside Mrs. Hendricks, frantically rubbing his sore little butt and dancing from one foot to the other, his small genitals bouncing comically as he did.

Mrs. Hendricks took the pad, fishing a pen out from behind her ear. Chad looked at the pad. Under the heading "Punishment Order" was a group of boxes with writing beside each one. He watched as she went to the section labeled "Offense" and checked off "Disobeying School Policy," adding in her own writing underneath "Was in upstairs hallway without permission." In the lower section, labeled "Recommendations," she checked off the boxes for "Spanking," "Bare-bottomed," and "Moderately Severe." She ripped the sheet off and handed it to the boy. "You take this directly to Mrs. Crocker," she ordered the puffy-faced, tear-streaked boy. She picked up the clothing on the chair and shoved that at him. "Carry these with you. And you be sure to tell her when you get there that I said to spank you good and hard!"

The boy's crying increased as he took the bundle and fled down the hall, his little butt still glowing redly under its ebony tones as he fled. She turned back to Chad. "What's that odor?" she said, wrinkling her nose. "You wet yourself earlier, didn't you? That's why Mrs. Rose took your diaper."

Chad nodded, embarrassed. "Wait here," she said. She re- entered her office, only to re-emerge with a handful of baby wipes. She faced him down the hall and ordered him to grasp his ankles as she scrubbed his bottom down roughly, proving deeply into his anus and stabbing his scrotum twice from behind with her long nails. Chad shuddered, thinking about the little boy she'd just spanked and how those nails must have felt scraping across his little butt with each smack. Two younger girls passed by as she was scrubbing his bottom. Chad could see both of them turn as they passed to get a good long look up his butt crack, a sight which made them look at each other and then burst into fits of giggles. Mrs. Hendricks then made Chad lie on the bench and put him in the inspection position, although she didn't call it that, while she scrubbed his genital region, this time getting an audience of two small boys and bigger girl as she roughly ground the wipes into Chad's balls and then yanked on his penis with them, causing little stabs of pain in Chad but also making him partially erect. One of the boys giggled and said "He's got a boner," to the other, which caused Mrs. Hendricks to look around and children to scatter busily back down the hall.

She stood Chad up, his penis now its full 2 inches and sticking straight out. "They're right, you do have a boner," she said, surprising Chad with her use of the word. "You young ones are so hair-triggered! Well, if we go with the gauntlet, I guarantee you won't have one by the time you're done. You won't be able to get it up to save your life, or want to, either."

"What – What's the gauntlet?" Chad managed to ask, acutely aware that another pair of girls were passing, staring at his erect phallus.

"I'll explain when your mother gets here – I don't want to have to go over it twice," Mrs. Hendricks said.

As if on cue, just then Mrs. Henson rounded the corner and came stalking up the hall, her visage so angry she could have frozen Medusa herself with a look. She stopped in front of Chad, glaring at his genitals. "You know this is serious," she said disgustedly, "and yet, just look at the way you are." She flicked his erect penis head with a fingernail dismissively. "You're disgusting!" she said, dismissing him and turning to Mrs. Hendricks. "I'm Mrs. Henson," she said. "So what are we going to do about my impulsive, out-of-control, hot-tempered son?"

Mrs. Hendricks ushered them into her office, Chad's mother prodding him ahead of her into the cluttered room. Mrs. Hendricks directed them to sit around a small coffee table in the corner, first laying a handy towel on Chad's chair before allowing him to settle his bare bottom into it. Chat settled his hands over his crotch, but moved them quickly to the side when he spotted his mother's glare. His obstinate little stiffy pointed out at a sharp angle from his groin. He looked down at the table, unable to meet his mother's eyes.

"Mrs. Henson, I know you're already aware of Chad's offensive behavior a little over an hour ago," Mrs. Hendricks began. "His violent recklessness has injured another of our students, this time a charming sixth grade girl. I'm pretty sure they'll be able to save her tooth and there won't be any permanent damage, but that does not excuse the fact that your son has been involved in two violent incidents with younger children in the last week, both of whom had to leave school for treatment of their injuries. I think you'll agree that drastic measures need to be taken."

"Mrs. Hendricks," Chad's mother said. "You can be assured that I am just as concerned about Chad's misbehavior as you are. You may know that Chad was severely punished with a bare-bottomed paddling the night he hurt that little third grader, and he's had an additional spanking or paddling every morning and every night since then to remind him of his need to control his temper, and long with several other humiliating punishments. I honestly thought he was improving in behavior until this afternoon."

"To tell you the truth, so did we," Mrs. Hendricks replied. "But it's obvious from today's incident that he needs a stronger lesson. I've talked it over with his teacher, Mrs. Rose, and we both agree that Chad's behavior requires the harshest of punishments. We both agree he should become the first student here to run the gauntlet."

Chad flinched at hearing the phrase "run the gauntlet" again. Now they were saying it was the harshest of all punishments. He wondered just what it involved that could be harsher than getting whipped bare butt while strapped to the horse. As if reading his mind, his mother spoke up. "I'm not clear on that particular punishment, Mrs. Hendricks. Just what is involved with running the gauntlet?"

"The word 'gauntlet' has several related but quite different meanings," Mrs. Hendricks replied. "You've probably heard the term in fencing 'to throw down the gauntlet,' which means to toss one's fencing glove in front of another fencer to challenge him to a duel. You've probably also heard people say when something covered a wide range of things that it 'ran the gauntlet from X to Y.' In our school's case, thought, we are using the term to refer to a punishment practice said to derive from Native American tribes, where a prisoner would have to run between two lines of warriors who would try to strike him on his way by, cutting or bruising him as much as each one could as he passed. Our punishment of 'running the gauntlet' is a similar to that, except that instead of running between two lines of people, Chad would run from classroom to classroom, and the students in each class would have the opportunity to punish him using the punishment of their choice for a certain period of time. When each class is finished, he would go to the next class, and so on, just like a prisoner running the gauntlet would have to pass from person to person, being punished by each."

"I see," Chad's mother said. Chad shivered. He was going to have to go from class to class and be punished in each one? There had to be like a zillion classes? What if they each paddled him? His mother nodded as Mrs. Hendricks. "That sounds fair," she said. "I assume this punishment would be administered to Chad on Monday?"

"Yes," Mrs. Hendricks said. "There obviously isn't enough time for Chad to run the gauntlet today, so we'd want him to start first thing Monday morning. That would also give each class time to discuss the possible punishments they might want to give him when he arrives, and vote on their favorite. We have classes from K through 8, but we wouldn't be including the younger grades in Chad's punishment, only the 4th through 8th grades. The younger children often don't understand these things as well and tend to be too sympathetic toward the child being punished. So he'll have 5 punishment stops along the way, plus, of course, a lunch time punishment in front of all the classes, for a total of six. That allows each grade an hour to set up for your son's punishment, give him whatever instructions or warnings are necessary, administer the punishment, and observe its effects on him afterward."

"I'm not saying Chad doesn't deserve it, but won't an entire day of punishments on his bottom cause him serious physical damage?" Mrs. Henson pointed out.

"We've actually worked that out," Mrs. Hendricks said. "Not all of his stops in the gauntlet will involve physical punishments of his bottom. Some of the classes will, of course, be administering such punishments as a long spanking or paddling on his bare bottom, but others will involve humiliation instead, such as forced masturbation, or genital punishments, or other humiliations. And we schedule the order of the punishments after the classes have decided what they want to do so that the physical punishments are spaced out throughout the day to give his body time to recover, and to place the more severe, damaging punishments near the end of the day. So although one class might open by giving Chad a long hand spanking on the horse, for example, that would probably be followed by a humiliation punishment or a punishment to his genitals instead. If one of the classes votes to whip Chad with a willow switch on his bare bottom, for example, that class will be scheduled to be one of the last classes of the day, because his bottom would be too severely damaged after that to be punished any more."

An entire day of punishments, with the worst ones at the end! Chad's head was whirling. He tried to picture starting in one class and being spanked there, and then racing to the next class and having to jerk off in front of them for an hour, and then on to the next class where they might paddle his wiener, and then – well, who knew what then? It would be something like his first day of punishment back on Tuesday, when he'd been spanked, then paddled, then spanked and humiliated all afternoon by his brother and his friend Jesse, and then had been paddled severely with a variety of implements by everyone that evening and had been forced to top that off by sucking practically every boy's dick in the place and then getting a public enema. That day, though, he hadn't known all those things were coming at the start – he only found out about each one when the previous one had occurred. This time, though, he'd start the day knowing that he was going to be continuously punished from 9 AM to 3 PM!

"And of course," Mrs. Hendricks was going on. "We'd want you to be there to witness each punishment, so you could intervene if you think the punishment is becoming too severe, or, conversely, if you think it isn't severe enough. We'd also show you the entire punishment list before hand to get your approval."

"How would the children in each class decide on what punishment to pick?" Chad's mother asked. "What if they all want to do the same punishment?"

"The teachers will be presenting the students with a variety of suggestions – in fact, all of the classes are in the process of doing that right now, in anticipation of your approval. We'll have the list before the end of the day, and you can approve of it long before the Monday sessions start. So what do you think, Mrs. Henson?" Mrs. Hendricks asked.

"Well, Mrs. Hendricks, it sounds to me like a perfectly ghastly punishment, but it also sounds quite reasonable given Chad's severe misbehavior. You said I had some documentation to sign if I agreed, so why don't you bring that out and let's settle this?" Chad's mother said reasonably.

"NOOOOOOOOO!" Chad blurted out, rising to his feet. "You can't punish me a whole day! You can't!"

His mother's hand snaked out and grasped his small genital package, isolating his tiny testes from his body and grinding them together. Chad grasped her hand with both of his, trying to pry it off of him and doubling over in pain, ending up in a fetal position on the floor. His mother lifted him by his genitals and by his grip on her hand and deposited him on the coffee table. "Get in the inspection position, young man, and stay there," she ordered forcefully, releasing his balls. "Or I'll squeeze so hard that last one will feel like a caress."

Sobbing, Chad forced himself to lift his legs and spread them, catching them with his arms. He looked up tearfully at the two women from between his spread legs, his throbbing privates now lewdly on display. They were going to do it – they were going to make him come in Monday and be spanked and whipped and paddled and forced to jerk off and all kinds of other horrible stuff all day! He whimpered to himself as his mother took some paperwork from Mrs. Hendricks and signed it.

"Oh, there's just one more thing," Mrs. Hendricks added as she took the papers back. "The school board has requested that Chad be suspended from school for the rest of the week after he runs the gauntlet. He wouldn't be able to return to school until the following Monday. This will give time for his injuries to heal, and for him to contemplate his misbehavior. They've also requested that as a ceremonial gesture and as a deterrent to the other children that Chad have his school uniform cut off of him on Monday in an all- school assembly to symbolize his separation from the school, so you'd have to buy him a new uniform, which he would be allowed to ceremonially don the following Monday in an all- school assembly where he'll apologize for his behavior. We'd want you to bring him to school just in his underwear, socks, and shoes on that day."

"That's fine," Chad's mother said. "He'll just have to work all next week to pay for a new uniform. And I'll bring him to school the following Monday butt naked, I think, so that his apologies are more memorable for him."

"Excellent," Mrs. Hendricks said. "Then it's settled." The two women shook hands while Chad lay on his back on the hard table, sniffling as the air played around his exposed body.

His mother grabbed him under his arms and hoisted him to his feet. "Come on, son," she said. "We're going to your classroom to retrieve your clothes, and then we're going home to prepare you for running the gauntlet on Monday."

The brief trip to Chad's classroom was quite disturbing to him. He had to stand lamely at the back of the classroom with his hands behind his head and his bottom half naked as his mother retrieved his clothes box and backpack and apologized to Mrs. Rose. Jimmy was still naked from the waist downward, and was sitting in the punishment chair in the corner, looking as intensely uncomfortable and miserable as Chad had ever seen a boy look. His bottom was obviously paining him horribly, and he shifted positions continuously, tears trickling down his cheeks now and then to be swiped impatiently away. Chad wondered how he'd look to each of the classes he'd be visiting on Monday, and if Jimmy would be sitting in class feeling sorry for him.

The class had been in enthusiastic discussion when they'd knocked on the door, and once they entered Chad discovered why. Lindsay was standing by the blackboard where a number of items had been written. Some were crossed out, but others were circled and still others underlined. Crossed out was "hand spanking: ½ hour," "7up enema," and "target kick ball." But to his horror, Chad noticed that "full genital spanking," "whipping on the horse," " The Stinger:8 minutes," and "Scrotum squeeze, one per girl" were circled. He was puzzled by some of the underlined terms, including "The Stimulator: ½ hour," and "Forced oral copulation, all boys." What could those things mean? And what did "Sodomy: live" and "Sodomy: dildo" mean?

Randy Martinez, seated near the door, looked up at Chad while his mother talked with Mrs. Rose in the front of the room. "Emily's pushing for full genital spanking," he said good naturedly. "That means they'd do your dick and your balls, too! But Lindsay wants to see oral copulation. Cynthia tried to make them go for a simple ½ hour hand spanking, but she got voted down as too wimpy and Mrs. Rose said she should just admit she's sweet on you and give up denying it. I was gonna vote for the 7up enema, because I figured that even though it's supposed to burn your insides like fire and it would be embarrassing to have to poop it out in public, it wasn't as bad as the others. But then the girls took that one out, too. Which punishment do you want me to vote for instead? I was thinking of going with the stimulator, cause you might actually like that in a weird sort of way, but I'm not sure. And Mrs. Rose said if we pick a smaller thing, we have to do more than one thing to you, and I don't think you'd like that, either. So what do you want us to vote for?"

Chad couldn't answer. He pictured each of the things they were considering, at least the ones he could figure out, and they each sounded repulsive and nasty. A simple ½ hour spanking, Randy had said. How could he possibly consider a spanking that lasted half an hour simple? Even if they didn't hit him that hard, having people slap your butt for 30 minutes was bound to leave him so sore that he wouldn't be able to stand it! And a 7up enema? He'd splashed soda in his eye once and it had burned terribly – how would it feel up his butt? And Randy had said that the enema involved pooping in front of the class – it would be humiliating to have to poop sitting on a pot in front of class, but what if they had him go on all fours like he'd had to do in the yard at home? But they'd rejected that one, hadn't they, so he didn't have to worry about it from his own class. On the other hand, some other class might choose that option, and then what?

Than it suddenly struck him that all of the classes from 4th through 8th grade were doing this right now. They were calmly discussing ways to humiliate him beyond imagining, or to make his butt sting and burn while he cried, or to make his baby balls throb unbearably. And they were all doing it quite cheerfully, just as his own class was doing. Just like giving him a blistered butt, or putting something horrible up his butt, or making him do something disgusting and humiliating was nothing at all to them! The whole thing seemed unreal. That was his butt they were talking about when they wrote "whipping on the horse" on the board. It was his balls they were talking about when they wrote "scrotum squeeze, one per girl." And 8 minutes with the Stinger? That was twice what Alan had gotten, and Alan was still walking stiffly with his 300 blisters on his butt! And what the heck was the stimulator, anyway, and why did Randy think he might like it? Before he could ask Randy for clarification, his mother was hurrying back down the aisle with his clothing box and he was seized by an ear and hustled out of the room, his yelps of pain receding down the hall.