Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 5

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 5
by Chadlad

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Chapter 5: Lunchtime for Chad

After his spanking, time passed slowly for Chad. The 3rd graders filed out, and the rest of the class went on to reading and math. Chad shifted about almost continuously, trying to find a position that didn't hurt quite so badly, but every sitting position he tried caused some part of his butt to ache. At least he didn't have to pee, so he was saved the embarrassment of having to walk past his classmates with his little penis swinging back and forth as he was led to down the halls for anyone to look at on his way to the bathroom! But that made him think about the upcoming lunch time. He'd seen boys from the 7th and 8th grade who'd gotten underpants or bare-butt spanked at lunch time in the past. They had to stand in line with their classmates with everyone looking at them while they got their special punishment meals of bread and warm water, and then they had to sit at a special table up front while they ate, so no one could slip them any other food. He tried to remember what he could about the table. He remembered that the table part was to one side of the chair, so that the boy's underpants clad or naked body was on full display during lunch. He remembered that the boys who'd been spanked in underpants or naked had to sit with their legs apart, because he remembered an 8th grader who kept closing his legs, and how the teacher had eventually strapped them to the chair legs so he had to keep them open, at the same time promising that the boy would receive an addition spanking the following day for disobedience. At the time, he'd been fascinated by the child's large genitals, especially when he'd gotten a boner toward the end of lunch and thus had to walk back to the classroom with this large appendage bobbing in the air in front of him. Girls and even some boys had reached out to stroke or pull his boy parts, and he had been able to do nothing except keep walking onward until he reached the class and the teacher had shooed everyone else out. Chad also remembered how each of the times that he'd seen one of these punished boys at lunch, that the other kids would pinch or slap their butts while they were in line whenever the teacher wasn't watching, which seemed to be often. Because the boys were required to have their hands behind their heads while in line until time to take their lunches, they'd been totally unable to either cover up or protect themselves. He'd even once seen an older boy once being led along by a female classmate by a firm grip on his boy parts – and she didn't just have his wiener, she had her fingers circled around the sack, too! Shivering, he remembered the misery on the boy's face as she tugged at him, and the boy's bright red blistered butt shining like a beacon, attracting slaps from the older kids. He'd asked an older kid why that particular boy was being led by his privates, only to be told that he'd been in a fight. Chad grew cold at the memory – he'd been in a fight, too! Would one of his classmates be assigned to lead him? He was about to be one of those kids he'd stared at and laughed at and made fun of!

Another thought struck him. As he remembered all of the boys he'd seen in the punishment chair in the cafeteria in underpants or naked, he couldn't remember a single one who was small and hairless like him. All of those boys had penises at least twice the size of his, and some looked huge compared to his meager equipment. And the naked ones all had big balls, too, and most had at least some hair. He was bald as a little boy!

All too soon, Mrs. Rose announced it was time to put things away and line up for lunch. Commotion in the classroom commenced as the children complied. He heard them lining up along the side wall. "Chad, please come join the class for lunch," Mrs. Rose commanded. Slowly, his butt still red and aching, Chad arose, walking toward the line. His butt muscles had tightened up painfully as he'd sat in the corner, and now protested being asked to move again, almost bringing tears to his eyes. His small penis, now neither shrunken nor erect, swayed in front of him. "Hand's behind your head, young man," Mrs. Rose ordered as Chad unconsciously shifted his hands toward his privates. Chad clapped his hands behind his head and approached the line. Mrs. Rose directed him to the last place in line, so that he would have to stand in line the longest waiting to be served and thus be on display for the maximum time. This put Chad immediately behind Lindsey Kirk, who turned to examine him up and down as he approached. "Nice little dick, Henson," she muttered under her breath, too low for Mrs. Rose to hear. "Keep it handy – someone might need to know how big around a pencil is."

Chad couldn't imagine anyone worse to be in line next to Lindsey, except possibly being next to Emily. Lindsey was a tall girl,, fully developed girl, and attractive as well. She was so tall his head barely reached her well-developed breasts. Worse, she knew she was attractive, treating him, Jimmy Chen, and the other smaller boys as beneath her notice. When she did address him, it was only to call attention to his lack of size, stature, or manliness. She was bound to be much worse today, with his actual manliness on display for everyone to see! As he approached, she continued to look boldly at this boy parts. "I should have brought a magnifying glass with me, so I could see those baby privates of yours," she snickered. Seeing Mrs. Rose in the closet for a moment, she reached down and ran a hand over Chad's bare butt, massaging his sore muscles. "Still burns, doesn't it, Chad. I can't wait to see you get paddled! You're really going to squeal!"

She give his wiener a quick yank before turning slightly toward the front and adopting an innocent pose. Mrs. Rose approached the line. "Now if we're all ready, " she began.

Emily interrupted with a raised hand. "Yes, Emily," Mrs. Rose asked. "Shouldn't someone be assigned to lead Chad to the lunchroom, to keep him out of trouble? I've noticed that some of the boys who were punished bare before got leaders when they went to lunch. I think Chad needs a leader, too!" Chad couldn't believe his ears. Did she always have to find a way to make it worse?

Mrs. Rose looked thoughtful. "What an excellent point, Emily," she announced after a few seconds of consideration. "Lindsay, since you're standing in front of Chad, would you be so good as to lead him to the lunchroom and then to the punishment table after he gets his lunch?" She took Lindsay's eager hand and guided it to Chad's crotch. "Make a circle with your fingers like this," she said, demonstrating. "Then press against him so that you get behind his little scrotum. That's the little bag part. Chad's is unusually small, so you have to press your fingertips in pretty hard."

Chad winced as Lindsay dug her fingers in around his bag. Mrs. Rose continued her instruction. "Good job, Now close your fingers so that you trap the little marbles against his little penis so they can't slip through." Lindsey gripped Chad by the base of the scrotum and his penis, and then tightened her grip as instructed. His baby testes were pulled out in front of her thumb, with this hardening penis head peaking out the top. His small balls began aching uncomfortably. Mrs. Rose ignored his discomfort, and Lindsay reveled in it. "Now keep a good grip on him, and let's be off," Mrs. Rose finished, commanding the line to move.

Off down the hall to the lunchroom the class proceeded. Chad's passage created gasps, exclamations, and shouts as they went along. "Hey, that kid's naked!" "Look over here, that girl's got some guy by the balls!" "Look at his butt – he really got it this morning!" "That's Henson – he hurt that little kid today!" "Look at his face – he's beet red!" "You would be too if your dick was hanging out and being yanked like that!" A few grouping hands grasped his butt as he passed, and one girl give him a painful pinch that caused him to yelp and earned him a painful tug on his privates by Lindsey when he paused. Finally they joined the bigger line into the cafeteria. Immediately the 8th grade class came up behind them and joined them, each of the students shifting out of line a bit to get a good look at the naked Chad. The girl in the front of the line, taking advantage of the opportunities presented in situations like this, immediately began pawing at Chad's butt, poking the redder spots and asking him if it hurt. When the teachers ignored her actions, she trailed a hand down between his legs and tickled the sensitive skin between them, causing Chad to lurch and receive another painful pull on his boy parts from the sadistic Lindsey. Children passing the other direction patted his butt as they went by. There was one good thing about his privates being held by Lindsey, though, Chad thought. At least the other kids passing by couldn't torment them.

Finally, Chad reached the front of the line. Instead of the usual tray, he was given a box labeled "Punishment Meal" on the sides, with smaller letters reading, "For boys who've been spanked or paddled bare" written underneath. On all four sides was an anatomically correct cartoon of a boy in the butt up position over a teacher's knee, his butt glowing a cartoon red, his scrotum visible between his legs, his butt hole depicted as an asterisk between his spread bottom. The tip of the boy's wiener could just be seen between his legs. Lindsey took one look at the carton and commented immediately, "That's sure not you, Chad. You can see his boy stuff." Chad blushed a deeper red at the truth of her comment as she led him by her grip on his boy parts to the punishment chair on the platform in the front of the room. He put his box on the table and waited for Lindsey to release his genitals. As she almost reluctantly did so, he turned and sat gingerly on the hard chair, discovering immediately that the seat had two higher, slightly rounded sections that corresponded to where his aching butt had to go, so that pressure was on his spank spots no matter how he shifted his weight. The lunchroom monitor walked over. "Legs apart, young man." She gave Chad a wink. "You don't want to cheat any of the girls out of getting a good look at your cute little equipment!" Chad reluctantly but obediently spread his legs, so that his meager attributes hung down in plain sight. He opened the lunch box and took out his hunk of bread and bottle of water. He immediately discovered that what the other kids had said was true – the bread was unsalted and tasteless, and the water was body temperature. He was hungry, though, so he began methodically biting off chunks, washing them down with the warm liquid.

As he ate, he noticed the 6nd grade classes had joined the lunch line. To his dismay, he realized his brother Tommy was pointing at him and talking excitedly to his classmates. All of Tommy's dorky friends were staring at him and grinning now, especially Tommy's slightly chunky best friend Jesse. Chad racked his brain, trying to figure out some way to convince Tommy not to tell Mom. Meanwhile, children continued to stream back and forth past the punishment platform, each one eyeing his openly displayed equipment as he or she passed. Some made comments as they passed, and a few stopped to talk. The comments were mainly derogatory comments on his equipment, such as "What a cute little dickie," from one of the girls, and "What happened to your dick, little boy? Did your little girlfriend bite it off?"

A couple of the boys who stopped to talk tried to be sympathetic and soothing, but most of their comments had the reverse effect on Chad. Jimmy Chen paused long enough to say, "Don't worry about being small, Chad, I'm sure yours will grow someday. And it's not that tiny."

A minute or two later, an 8th grader stopped briefly to ask if it was true that he was getting paddled that afternoon after being spanked this morning. When Chad whispered, "yeah," the boy added, "I got paddled by Mrs. Rose last year bare butt, too. It felt like she'd poured gas on my butt and set it on fire. I couldn't sit down for a week."

"Did you wet yourself," Chad asked, thinking that there might be another boy who'd done the humiliating thing he had.

"Naw, I didn't do that!' I'm not a baby," the boy replied. "I mean, I bawled a little, because it really hurts, and even the big kids bawl. But I'm not so lame as to piss on myself!" The boy drifted away.

The other 8th grader with him added, "No one ever forgets seeing you get it naked, either. When I got spanked naked, girls were passing around drawings of my dick and my butt for months – pretty accurate drawings, too. I mean, they had one of me over the teacher's lap where you could see my hole and everything! And my dick was like this big club dangling down in between."

"Great job, man," his friend objected. "Make the kid feel embarrassed because he's practically got no dick. It's bad enough he has to think about being paddled, but you have to point out how small he is."

The other boy glanced guiltily at Chad's crotch, then looked embarrassed. "Sorry," he said. "I hadn't looked at it, really, so I didn't notice it was so little." He looked uncomfortable, then brightened. "But look at it this way – when the girls draw pictures of you, they won't show your dick!"

At last, Chad finished eating and was given permission to return to his classroom until the end of lunch break. A circle of middle school girls followed him down the hall, groping and caressing his private areas as he did his best to elude their touches with his hands clasped behind his head. He finally reached the door and was able to twist away from the 8th grader who was squeezing his wiener for all she was worth, slipping inside the quiet classroom. Mrs. Rose was sitting at her desk, reading a novel. She inclined her head toward the chair in the corner and Chad slipped into it, grateful to be away from taunting children for the moment but dreading the coming afternoon and his starring role in the afternoon's activities.