Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 4

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 4
by Chadlad

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Chapter 4: Chad's Bare Butt Spanking

Chad stood uncertainly at the front of the class, acutely aware that he was naked and that every eye in the classroom was looking at one private place of his or another. As he was facing sideways, some of his classmates had an excellent view of his already well-spanked butt, and the others a clear view of his hard penis, pointing straight out to the side and bouncing slightly with his heartbeat. He wished it would stop doing that! Mrs. Whitney was busily setting the 3rd graders on the floor again. Mrs. Rose was bustling about in the classroom closet, finally emerging with a new, even bigger towel. "I'm ready this time," she quipped to the class. She sat on the spanking chair and motioned to Chad. "Come on, young man. We still have a good, hard spanking to finish!

His heart sinking, Chad realized he'd been so focused on his total humiliation on the diaper table that he'd forgotten about his endangered butt for the moment. Mrs. Rose seated herself on the chair and nodded at Mrs. Whitney, who assisted her by grasping Chad firmly under his arms and lifting him off the ground, placing him across Mrs. Rose's lap once again in the dreaded spanking position. The third grade teacher was the one who nudged his legs apart this time until she found them acceptably spread, pressed the backs of his thighs until she was satisfied that his butt was bent sufficiently, and then nodded at Mrs. Rose that he was settled. This time Chad was acutely aware of the feel of the rough cloth of the towel on his bare stomach and legs, and especially against the tip of his bare, throbbing penis. How could he have a hard on when he was so afraid? With mortification, he realized that the giggles behind him were from the girls seated on the floor on the side of the classroom, who were once again enjoying the bird's eye view right between his spread legs at his exposed butt and butt crack. Heck, they could probably see his balls, the skin between his legs, and everything! He tried to close his legs, a bit, only to be admonished by the Mrs. Whitney to open them or suffer further punishment for resistance.

Mrs. Rose placed a firm hand on Chad's back to steady him, and placed the other on the base of his bare butt, kneading the sensitive bruised muscles slowly. She savored the feel of the soft skin. She wished all the boys she spanked had skin this velvety and soft. She really enjoyed spanking boys on their bare butts, but she always liked the ones with soft, downy skin so much more than the older boys with their rougher skin and the preliminary little hairs sprouting from various odd places. She realized she'd better get on with it.

"Okay, class. We shall now resume giving this young miscreant his well-deserved punishment. I believe that since he's had such a long time to lollygag around on his back," she said, now rubbing Chad's buns in small circles and getting a hearty laugh from the class when she referred to his cleanup on the diaper table as lollygagging, "we'll have to start his spanking again pretty close to the beginning. After all," she said, addressing herself to Chad and looking him straight in the eye as he looked fearfully at her back over his right shoulder, "your bottom has had time to cool down, so it will take a while to warm up so that it really starts to sting properly again. And of course, it's essential that I really burn your little bottom, so that you learn you can't push around younger children." She raised her massaging hand off of Chad's bottom. All of the stroking she had done had sensitized his bottom, so that he was acutely aware of every sensation from it now. He could feel small drafts of air passing over it, stirred up by the rapid lifting of his teacher's hand. He did not know, of course, that Mrs. Rose was quite aware of the effect that her massaging had on the boys at her mercy, and thus engaged in it quite deliberately.

Chad craned his neck further to look fearfully over his shoulder, catching sight of her big hand just as it suddenly descended rapidly onto his now totally unprotected butt. The sharp crack was like a rifle shot – much louder than a hand on pants or underpants, or even the noise a paddle makes on a boy's pants- covered butt. The loud crack of Mrs. Rose's hand on his normally protected skin was followed in an instant by pain in his butt such as Chad had never felt before. The right side of his butt was on fire! He had thought that being spanked in his underwear hurt, but this was much, much worse! Chad let out a long squeal, which ended with a squawk as the second spank landed on his other bun. Now his whole butt was on fire! Chad threw back his head and squalled. For the third spank, instead of going back to the right side of his butt, the teacher aimed low and in the center, landing it right over the boy's anus. Chat could feel the burn all the way into his crack. Both his legs shot straight out as he squeezed his young bottom together, trying to force back the pain. Now he understood why Jimmy wondered if his poo hole had been struck by the paddle!

Chad's teacher's implacable hand continued to land first on the right bun, then the left, then down low in the middle, each time raising the fire in his flanks to new heights. He was grateful in a way that he'd already emptied his bladder completely, because if he hadn't he'd have lost control and peed all over the teacher by now. It was all he could do to keep from reaching back to cover his tortured butt, but he knew that to do so might earn him still another spanking tomorrow. As it was, his arms flailed in front of him, grasping at the air and contorting with each crack of the teacher's hand. At the same time, his legs kicked wildly, scissoring back and forth convulsively at times, while at other times he drummed his toes against the hard, cold floor. His back arched repeatedly, especially when the teacher landed a blow on a particularly sore spot.

Mrs. Rose smiled quietly to herself as she listened to the din the boy was making as she liberally peppered his small, compact bottom with spanks. Chad was gasping and bawling between squeals, and tears were spattered all over the floor in front of him and were forming a little puddle. Snot from his nose was flowing freely across his upper lip, some of it to be drawn into his mouth with each gasp, the rest dripping down his face. She was pretty sure that the entire middle school could hear the boy's opinion of being spanked bare over her lap!

Finally, after what seemed like forever to Chad, Mrs. Rose decided that her point had pretty much been made. Besides, she wanted to leave him in a condition to be able to take an equally hard paddling in a few hours. She made her last three blows especially hard, concluding with a final blow to the center of the base of his bottom. She looked at the red butt in front of her with satisfaction – she'd colored it quite well, she thought. She loved this job!

It took Chad more than a minute to realize that no more white-hot flashes of pain were exploding on his bottom. His morning spanking must be over! It wasn't that he stopped hurting, of course. He continued to writhe over the teacher's lap, his bright red butt on fire. During this period, the teacher's hand rhythmically massaged his sore butt, kneading the burning muscles as he had seen teachers do to boys who had been spanked in the past. Now he understood why they continued struggling when the teachers rubbed of their butts after the spanking! He had somehow thought that the teachers were soothing the boys before, but now he realized that they were emphasizing the lesson of the spanking by reawakening the deep ache in the muscle underneath his burning skin. He wished she'd stop it – it just made his butt hurt more! If he could catch his breath long enough to talk, he'd beg her to please, please stop rubbing his bottom, but he couldn't even begin to make himself stop crying. All he could do to register his distress was to continue kicking and squealing as she kneaded his sore, stinging bottom.

"I hope you learned something from that," the teacher said over his bawling after a few minutes. She stopped massaging him and grasped him under his arms, yanking him roughly to his feet. She sat there supporting him under his arms as she turned him so he faced the class, so they could see his face and see for themselves the effects a good bare-butt spanking had on a little boy. Chad could barely keep his legs under him. He swayed from side to side, racked with sobs and dripping snot and tears down his front. He gripped the teacher's hands with his, unable even to reach behind himself to caress his burning flesh. His butt was a massive flame all over. It hurt so bad that he was aware of nothing else. He didn't even care about the spectacle he was making as he bounced on his wobbly legs. His face was puffy from crying, and his small penis had drooped from its previously hard state, remaining just long enough to bounce around in circles as he bobbed up and down and swayed in distress.

Standing, the teacher shifted her grip on Chad, seizing his arms and slowly spun him around so the entire group of 3rd and 7th graders could see the full effects of her spanking on his bottom. The entire surface of the boy's butt glowed bright red, with little flecks of dark red here and there. The centers of each bun and the low middle of his butt were speckled with little red blisters, not thickly, but scattered here and there, attesting to her skill in spreading the spanking out and controlling her blows. Chad continued bawling unabated, while everyone took in the devastation of his bottom. The girls looked on in satisfaction that another boy had been given what boys need and deserve, whereas all the other boys were merely thankful that they were not on the receiving end of the teacher's wrath that day. Some were also hoping they wouldn't be in Chad's position any time soon.

Mrs. Rose turned Chad back around again so that he was facing the class. His crying was dropping noticeably now, degenerating into wails and hiccups rather than full-fledged squalling. "This," she announced to the class loudly, "is what happens to boys in my class who misbehave in my class." She felt quite proud of herself – it had been one of her best bare butt spankings – painful enough to make the child cry unabashedly, but not so hard that he blistered excessively. She'd been very careful about that, as she planned to give him those blisters later that day, during his afternoon paddling session.

Meanwhile, the class was alternating their attention between his teary face and his small, hairless privates. As Chad's crying diminished, his penis diminished in concert. His small wiener had practically retreated inside his body, making it look like just a tiny button with the pee slit barely visible. His diminutive scrotum, never all that prominent to begin with, was pulled up as close to the body as it would go, looking a bit like a big plum bulging out between his legs. "He looks like a girl," one of the 7th grade girls said to another. "Look how small it is!"

"Yes," Mrs. Rose said, picking up on their conversation and taking the opportunity to pass on some of her expertise to girls who might, not long from now, be mothers or teachers with naughty boys of their own to tend to. "When boys are frightened they do that. It's a sign of a good spanking if you can make their privates disappear."

"It's like his boy parts are trying to get away," commented another girl. "I bet he wishes his butt could shrink like that, too,"

Even Chad's best friend Jimmy Chen, who had looked over the urinal at Chad peeing several times and knew about his friend's small equipment, was surprised at his current appearance. "Look how little his gets," muttered little Jimmy Chen to the boy next to him. "Mine has never gotten that little, even when I fell on the pond last winter! And about froze my balls off. He's got the teeniest weenie I've ever seen, and I've got a 2-year-old little brother."

Mrs. Rose continued to hold Chad's arms up to give the children an unimpeded view. After a couple more minutes, she decided he needed to start settling down. She lifted him up to his tip toes to get his attention, then spoke to him firmly. "Stand up and face the class on your own, young man! Stop being such a big baby," she commanded, as Chad continued to cry. "You didn't receive any attention on your little fanny than you deserved. Now try to control yourself – I know you don't look like one physically, but you're a 7th grader – try to act like one." She released her support of him and went to put the towel on her desk for later use. She returned and picked up the chair, sliding it over into the corner where it would be ready for Chad when his humiliating time crying in front of the class was done. Returning, she surveyed her work again with satisfaction. From the back, Chad well-spanked butt looked extremely sore, but except for the blisters in the centers and the few running down his crack, his skin was unbroken. She would be able to give him a nice long paddling in the afternoon! Walking around him to the side, she was pleased to see his snotty, tear-streaked face – this boy wasn't faking – she'd really gotten his attention! Her gaze traveled to his exposed privates, still shrunken with fright. Yes, sir, nothing like spanking a boy butt naked for creating the maximum of humiliation in front of his classmates. No boy could maintain impressive looking genitals when she worked on his butt, she thought with pride. And, she thought with satisfaction, this little guy was going to receive plenty of ribbing for the immature state of his genitalia, too, to add to the punishment. Overall, it had been a very satisfactory session.

Chad's crying had now dropped to little moans punctuated by occasional whimpers and hiccups. He had gathered the courage to explore his sore butt, and was gingerly tracing his fingers around the edges, unable to bring himself to touch the burning inverted triangle where the blisters were most prominent. He continued bobbing gently, unable to stand still while his butt stung and throbbed. He was still blithely unaware of the show he was making bouncing his immature little penis up and down as he fidgeted and tried to soothe his bottom. He could still feel the teacher's palms striking his bare skin, her fingernails trailing across each time she raised her hand again. Chad stood sniffling, holding his sore butt and facing the class, thinking how unfair it was that everybody in the entire class had now seen his naked butt and his boy stuff and even his poo hole, and had gotten to watch as he cried like a little baby through a long spanking. And even now they were all looking at his naked wiener and balls. Even worse, he'd peed himself, and now he was going to get the diaper treatment! Three whole days of being diapered in front of class every day! He tried to think how often he peed at school. Even if he tried to hold it as much as possible, he'd probably wet his diaper at least twice a day! That meant two more times a day for everyone to see him naked! Oh, and he'd have to get naked also to be dressed in his diaper, and again to change back into his pants to go home. He might as well just walk around naked from now on! Well, he decided to himself, at least he could go all day without pooing himself. He didn't think he could stand the embarrassment of having a poopy bottom cleaned up!

The teacher finally decided he'd comforted his sore butt long enough. "Put your hands behind your head," she ordered. "Stop trying to rub away my hard work! The point of spanking you was to make your little bottom hurt for a good long time! Stand still and face the class." She took a handful of tissues from her desk and scrubbed the snot and tears off Chad's face, making no effort to be gentle. Satisfied with her work there, she continued down his body, wiping snot off his belly and continuing down to his crotch, where she roughly swiped the snot off the tip of his penis and the plum-sized scrotum that bulged out of his crotch like a glued-on attachement. She took the tissues to the wastebasket and returned to her desk. "Now stand still and face the class until you've completely stopped crying. When you're done crying, you may sit in the punishment chair. The rest of you may have free conversation until Chad sits down."

Children eagerly began talking among themselves. Chad could tell from the frequent, smiling glances in his way that they were discussing his anatomy, his deportment during and after his spanking, and his current position in front of the class for all to see. He concentrated on stopping his crying and swallowing down the lump in his throat. Finally, after several more minutes of total humiliation in front of the class, he managed to completely swallow down the last of tears. He raised his right hand, keeping the left behind his head. "Yes, Chad," Mrs. Rose said sweetly.

"May- May- May I sit down now?" Chad stuttered, having a hard time controlling his voice. His butt throbbed, his face burned in embarrassment, and he felt completely unsettled inside.

"Are you done crying like a baby from your well-deserved spanking?" she inquired. She was pleased to see his blush increase at her reference to acting like a baby. Nothing cut a 7th grade boy to the quick more effectively than suggesting he was acting like a baby!

"Y-y-yes," Chad stuttered. "I- I- I- I'm done."

"Then say you're done crying from your well-deserved spanking, and thank me for spanking you," Mrs. Rose said. "And ask me nicely to paddle you again this afternoon, so you can learn to control yourself in the future."

Chad blanched at the reminder that he had a bigger punishment coming than the terrible one he'd just received. He tried to find his voice, so he could get this over with and get in the corner where the other kids couldn't stare at his privates. "Ummmm, I'm done crying from my – from my spanking," he managed to force out his constricted throat.

"And," Mrs Rose prompted.

"Uhhhh, thank you for spanking me," Chad added. He just wanted this day to be over. Maybe the ground would swallow him up.

"What else," Mrs. Rose said, sounding impatient now.

"Uh, I forgot," Chad admitted.

"You need to ask me to paddle you again this afternoon, so you can learn to control yourself in the future," she chided. "or do I have to give you a reminder about obedience, Chad?" Mrs. Rose asked pointedly.

"Noooooo!" Chad said immediately. He swallowed, having trouble saying the hated words. "Ummmm, please give me a p- p- paddling this afternoon so I can learn to be good," he blurted out.

"Certainly, Chad," she said sweetly. "I'll be glad to paddle your little bare bottom thoroughly this afternoon to make sure your lesson is learned well."

Chad turned and started toward the corner, but a voice behind him brought him up short. "Mrs. Rose, don't you think Chad should have to apologize to all of us girls for making us have to look at his disgusting bottom and boy parts while he got spanked? " Emily suggested. "Boys' butts are disgusting! And who wants to have to look at their boy things waving around? I mean, Chad's are so small that they're not quite to bad, but still, shouldn't he apologize for making us look at him, and for having to hear him bawl all this time?'

Mrs. Rose smiled to herself. This was a girl who might fit in nicely on the faculty here in a few years. "I think that's an excellent idea, Emily. Chad, get back over here and apologize to all the girls for making them have to look at your privates and listen to you cry."

Chad couldn't believe it. He knew perfectly well that Emily, and all the other girls, were thrilled to get to look at his genitals and his bare butt. They ought to thank him! But he was trapped. If he didn't say it, he'd probably get spanked some more. "Uhhhh," he said, stalling. "Uhhhh, I'm sorry you had to look at my bare privates and watch me get spanked, and I'm sorry you had to listen to me cry," He blurted out.

"That wasn't so hard, now was it," Mrs. Rose said. "I'm sure your classmates were pleased to see you get the spanking you deserved, even if that means that have to look at your naughty bits while you're being punished. And I'm sure we're all looking forward to this afternoon. Now sit on the punishment chair, and remember to keep you feet on the first rung."

Boys who had been spanked had to keep their feet off the floor and on the first rung of the chair. This ensured their weight was always on some part of their freshly spanked butts, no matter how they shifted around. As Chad walked across the room, self conscious of his nudity, she added, "If you need to go to the potty, raise your hand with your index finger extended. Otherwise, you will stay there until lunch time." Chad froze for a minute in mid-stride. He turned around again. "Uhhhh, Mrs. Rose, do I get my pants back before we go to lunch?" he said hopefully. "I'm afraid not, Chad. You're getting paddled this afternoon, and boys who are in the middle of punishment don't get dressed until their punishment and corner times are over. You'll just have to go to lunch the way you are now."

The way he was now? The way he was now was humiliatingly naked! He was going to have to go expose himself to the whole school! He suddenly remembered that he'd seen other kids in the midst of punishment in the cafeteria in the past. They were usually in underpants, but some, mostly older kids, were naked like him, with their genitals on display and their freshly spanked butts visible! And those kids had to sit in the special place, and eat the special lunch. He wished once again the floor would swallow him up right then. As he reached the corner and started to sit on the chair, Mrs. Rose added, "Of course there's no lunch free time for you, because you're going to be paddled this afternoon, so you come right back to the classroom after lunch, Chad, and wait in the corner until it's time." For a moment his hearth lightened. He wouldn't have to go out to the common area after lunch in his current state, where the other kids would undoubtedly tease him mercilessly. But then he remembered the other part of her statement. He was only spared this indignity because he wasn't done yet – he still had his paddling to go through! He was going to go through this again after lunch, but this time he was gonna get paddled!