Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 6

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 6
by Chadlad

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Chapter 6: Chad's Afternoon Paddling

Before he knew it, the class was back from recess, had finished free reading, and was waiting quietly and expectantly for Chad's second round of punishment. As before, the 3rd grade class filed in and sat around the front, whispering. "Mr. Henson, we need you to come to the center of the class again," Mrs. Rose announced. Chad rose from the chair and walked as directed to the center of the class, facing the 39 pairs of eyes uncertainly. As Chad stood trembling, Mrs. Rose brought the punishment chair from the corner back to the center of the room. Returning to her desk, she opened the bottom drawer and rummaged around in it. "Now let's see," she said out loud "what would be the perfect paddle for a boy as naughty as this one?" She reached in and rearranged some things. "Not that one," she said, "it won't sting enough. And not that one either, it makes blisters too fast, and I want this paddling to be a long one. Ah, here's the perfect one!" With a look of triumph, she straightened up, holding an ordinary ping-pong paddle in her hand. She addressed the class. "This is the perfect paddle for a naughty boy like Chad," she announced. "It's wide enough to spread the blows out, so that he doesn't blister too quickly. And it's heavy enough that it will really sting, especially on a young boy's bare bottom."

She picked her towel off the top of the desk. "I'm going to need this, of course! I don't want his naughty little boy parts against my good dress!" "Especially if he pees again!" Emily snickered from the front of the class. Chad's stomach dropped when he heard that comment. He suddenly realized that he had been so focused on his upcoming paddling that he hadn't even thought of going to the bathroom! All that warm water he'd had for lunch suddenly seemed a liability. He realized he was about to be paddled on his bare butt, and his bladder was uncomfortably full. "Ma'am, may I go to the bathroom before my paddling?" He asked timidly.

The teacher looked at him sharply. "I suppose you're going to tell me, now that we're ready to start paddling your naughty bottom, that you want us to delay everything while you take a pleasant little walk down to the boys' room. I told you before young man, we don't tolerate delaying tactics by a boy who is about to be spanked or paddled! Now you get your little bottom over my knee for a well-deserved paddling! And don't you even think about wetting on me again! If you wet on me a second time today, you'll go in diapers for a month! That means diapers in the school, diapers in the lunchroom, diapers everywhere you go! No pants, just your shirt, socks, shoes, and diapers! So try to be a big boy and not a baby when I paddle you, and avoid wetting yourself!"

"But I've really gotta go!" Chad wailed. Mrs. Rose looked at him with exasperation. "We don't have time for your nonsense, Mr. Henson. You're going to be paddled right now, and that's that. If you think you're going to wet yourself, you may have permission to hold on to yourself with one hand to keep from wetting while you're being paddled. "What do you mean, hold onto myself?" Chad asked. "I mean, you may hold your little penis with one hand during your paddling, and squeeze it to keep yourself from wetting." Humiliated at the image that he must be making in front of the class, but now in a state of pee desperation, Chad clamped his right thumb and index finger on the shaft of his semi hard penis, and squeezed tightly. Without waiting any further, Mrs. Rose guided him into the now familiar position over her knee. Once again, his legs were spread, and his butt bent to present the perfect target to the teacher's waiting paddle. She grabbed Chad's left arm, bending it firmly up over the small of his back, holding it there firmly with her left arm. Chad had a moment to think once again about the spectacle he was making for the amusement of the rest of the class before the paddle landed in the center of his butt right over his butt hole with a loud smacking sound. "Owwwwwwwwww!" He howled, tears immediately flowing from his eyes. "Owww! Owww! Owww!"

The rest of the class laughed, enjoying watching his agony. A few boys in the back clapped their approval. "Yeah" one of them said. "Give it to the little brat good." "Look, the little baby's crying already!" Emily said contemptuously. The children continued taunting Chad and jeering at his cries as the paddle rose and fell, rose and fell. Chad could not believe how much it hurt! The spanking had really hurt, but being paddled on the bare butt was an entirely new experience! If he had not been holding his wiener in an iron grip, he would already have peed all over his teacher, both from the pain in his bottom and the fear that it was only going to get worse. Mrs. Rose was deliberately stretching his spanking out, hitting his butt only about once every four or five seconds. Each blow felt like a circle of liquid fire on his bare nether region. He howled, he kicked, he squealed, he bucked and arched his back. But nothing he did stopped the paddle from continuing to slam down on his tender butt. Tears and snot were trailing down his face so copiously, that a small puddle had appeared underneath his head and was widening with every spank. His legs alternately scissored left and then right, depending on which side the last paddle blow had landed. It seemed like his paddling went on and on. He could swear his butt was being dipped in a volcano! Chad was squealing continuously now, taking great gulps of breath between squeals and spattering tears all over as he twisted and arched his back. Mrs. Rose finally finished his paddling by landing five blows in succession, directly over the boy's anus. As the first one struck the center of his butt felt like molten lava had just splashed on it! Chad's whole body straightened out, and he couldn't even squeeze any sound out of himself for a moment. Then an almost primordial howl escaped him, to be repeated over and over as each successive spank landed. It wasn't until almost a minute later that he realized that no more heat was being added to his blistered bottom and his paddling was apparently now over. Mrs. Rose was massaging his blistered bottom, kneading his flesh with her strong fingers and intensifying the burn everywhere she touched. She let him lie over her knees for several minutes, while her strong right hand dug into his sore muscles and perpetuated his bawling. Finally, she stood him up in front of the class again. His legs folded out from under him the first two times she tried, until she finally ordered, "Stand up, young man, or I'll give you more."

At that, Chad managed to weakly get his legs under him. He still had his wiener in an iron grip in his right hand, as that was the only thing keeping him from peeing on the floor at that moment. The front inch of his wiener peeked out behind his hand, rock hard and red as a beet. He stood on wobbly legs, his entire butt afire. His left hand reached gingerly back to explore his blazing hot bottom, lightly feeling the rough, bumpy surface that seemed to be giving off heat on its own. The children in a classroom continued to make fun of his crying, doing little imitations of his deportment all over the teacher's knees, and making fun of the small size of his boy parts. "What's the matter, Henson," one boy called. "Can't stand to keep your hands off it?" "Does the little baby's little bitty tushie hurt?" Emily taunted. "Did 'um get a spankin?" Chad could hardly hear their remarks, bouncing up and down swaying from side to side and trying to rub the sting out of his butt with his free left hand. It took him a good 10 minutes to get his crying under control. Mrs. Rose turned him around after a few minutes, so that the entire combined class of 3rd and 7th graders could admire his bright red butt as well as the darker, blistered centers of each side and the line of blisters running down his butt crack. Sitting in her own chair at her desk, she studied the small boy carefully. He was now facing her, of course, since she'd turned his bottom toward the class, so she could now enjoy the way he was gripping his little-boy penis in desperation. No question, this kid really needed to pee! She decided to play his need out as far as she could, and increase his humiliation as much as possible.

The third grade left before Chad was done crying, having other important issues to attend to. Mrs. Rose set the rest of the class to working on math exercises, while she continued to watch the teary-eyed Chad try to stop gulping and hiccupping and get his crying under control. Several times he thought he'd almost stopped, but he'd move a little and the burning in his butt would intensify, and then off he'd go again. After awhile, Mrs. Rose went over to him again, this time with a handful of Kleenexes, which she proceeded to use to scrub the tears and snot off of his face and body. Quite a lot had collected on his hand where he was still desperately holding his small penis, and she got quite a lot of pleasure out of moving his hand around roughly as she scrubbed it clean, in the process making the boy yank his penis around quite painfully. She then turned him back to face the class. Chad's classmates, for their part, were getting quite a kick out of watching him standing naked in front of them holding onto his privates. When Mrs. Rose was seated again and grading some papers, Emily whispered, just loud enough for Chad and the kids around her to hear, "Look at him! Playing with his dick in front of class! Look out, girls, that little thing of his might go off and get you!" She paused a moment for the other kids to stop giggling. Mrs. Rose looked up, decided it was not her business, and went back to work. Encouraged, Emily went on. "On second though, never mind, girls. Baby Chad's dinky dick probably can't do anything, anyway. He probably can't even cum, let alone squirt anything! Isn't that true, Chad? Aren't you too young to cum?"

Chad tried to ignore her, but he couldn't help blushing once again as her words hit home. He could orgasm, and did so at least once a day before going to sleep. He sometimes stimulated himself in the bathroom, too, rubbing his little penis until he got that tingly, shaky feeling all over and thrust at his gripping hand with his hairless pelvis. But he never produced any fluid. He was shamed to the core that Emily had guessed this secret and was now taunting him in front of his classmates about it. Meanwhile, she'd found another topic to amuse her surrounding friends with. "It's kind of cold in here! Don't you think so, girls? I need to warm my hands up." She glanced at Mrs. Rose, who had pointedly turned her back and was going through file cabinets. Boldly, she rose half out of her chair and reached around Chad, who unfortunately for him was now much too near the front of her desk after being moved by Mrs. Rose. She quickly planted a hand firmly on each of Chad's butt cheeks. "Ahhhhhh, now that's nice and warm!" she whispered. As Chad pulled away from her touch, still sniffling, she sat down quickly, looking innocent as Mrs. Rose turned back around to her desk.

Seeing movement on Chad's part, she looked just as he lost balance and crashed backward onto the floor, landing on his painfully sore and bruised bottom. He immediately let out a wail and sprang back up again, awkwardly because he still was holding himself with his right hand. "Obviously you can't hold still, Mr. Henson," she said, picking up the paddle and striding across the room. She threw one arm around Chad's middle and raised the paddle, landing two quick blows in succession on his bare bottom, one on each side. Chad let out a shriek and tried to twist away, but she just grabbed him more firmly. "I'm not finished with you yet, young man," she said. "This on is going to hurt more than all the others you've gotten today." Gripping him more tightly, she raised her arm high and brought it down on the base of his butt with a mighty swing, making a "Crack" sound that resembled a rifle blast. Chad's mouth opened wide and his eyes bugged, but no sound came out for several seconds. Then he produced an skull-piercing squeal that had every child nearby covering his or her ears. Mrs. Rose released him and let him collapse to the floor in a fetal position, clutching his still hard penis in one hand and clenching the other randomly in the air. He lay there rocking and crying again for another 10 minutes or so before he sniffed back his tears and rose unsteadily.

It took more time for him to finally swallow back the last hiccups and raise his left hand to ask to be allowed to sit down. Of course, Mrs. Rose wasn't about to let him off that easily. First she asked him to apologize to the class again for having to look at his disgusting boy parts and bottom, and then he had to thank her for paddling him. She also had him apologize for them having to "listen to him blubber like a baby" while he was being spanked. Finally, his bottom aching and on fire and his sphincter burning from his overly full bladder, Chad was dismissed to the corner.

Chad managed to seat himself in the corner awkwardly without releasing his grip on his penis, and obediently raised his feet to the first rung of the chair, gasping at the pain that this caused in his burning buns. Upon getting settled he immediately raised his left hand with the finger extended. For more than five minutes, the teacher ignored his hand, as he squirmed and did his best to keep from wetting on the classroom floor. Finally, Mrs. Rose looked up from her desk. "Are you asking permission to go to the bathroom, Chad," she asked sweetly.

"Yes, ma'am!" Chad said desperately. "Please?"

"No, I don't think so," Mrs. Rose replied. "You just got in the corner. You need some time to think about your paddling and feel the hard chair on your sore bottom before you go sauntering off on a pleasure jaunt."

"But, I, I, I, I gotta peeeeeee!" Chad wailed.

Mrs. Rose looked at his fixedly for a moment, then a sudden glint came into her eye. "Well, if all you've got to do is pee, we can solve that." She opened the drawer of her desk, fishing out a large glass jar. "Stand up, Mr. Henson," she said. "And come to the center of the classroom!" Chad gingerly arose from his chair and walked haltingly to the center of the classroom, his movement hindered by the iron grip he had to maintain on his small, hard, red-tipped penis and by the burning pain in his rump. The teacher positioned him in the front of a classroom, again directly in front of Emily's desk. She held the large bottle just below his crotch, so as not to block the view of any of the other students. Chad, with a sinking heart, suddenly realized what she was going to do next.

"All right, you said you had to relieve yourself right away. If that's true, do it now. If you can't, we'll all know you were lying and you're going back over my knee for a reminder of how much it hurts to get your naughty bottom paddled."

"Here?" Chad said incredulously. "In front of everybody?" He was acutely aware of Emily sitting directly in her front- and-center position, smirking. He couldn't go right here -- she'd see everything!

"If you want to go, go now. I'll give you one minute to pee. If you haven't peed at the end of one minute, then you're getting another paddling, and you won't get another chance to go to the bathroom for the rest of the day." She looked at her watch. "45 seconds," she said, calmly. Realizing he had no choice, Chad relaxed his grip on himself. Despite his total humiliation, liquid surged out of him and into the bottle, splashing merrily and filling it about a quarter full. His bladder practically screamed in relief as he emptied himself out. Unconsciously, as the last dribble slipped out he shook himself like he always did in at the urinals when he was done, only to be brought back to reality by the guffaws and giggles of his classmates. Oh my God, he had just peed in front of the entire class! And he'd shaken himself, too! And the top that off, he was standing rock hard in front of the entire class, with everybody looking at his meager 2 inches! Emily was grinning from ear to ear.

Mrs. Rose took the jar to the back of the room where she ordered Sam Huber to go empty it in the boys' room and rinse the jar out and dry it. While she was out of earshot, Emily resumed her tormenting of Chad. "Did um little baby enjoy his little pee-pee?" she whispered, getting smiles from the nearby children. "Does um feel better now that all that nasty pee is out of him? Did um feel good to shake ums little wee-wee? Is ums little bottom still sore from Mommy's spankin'? Does um want a diaper to cover ums tushie?" By this point all of the classmates in earshot were in hysterics.

Mrs. Rose looked their direction sharply at the disruption, but said nothing to Emily, merely telling Chad, "Now get your little butt back on that chair in the corner. And this time, I want your feet on the second rung from the bottom." Chad complied, discovering to his dismay that putting his feet on the second rung bent his butt much more and put more pressure on his sit spots, causing quite intense pain. But at least his privates were not visible in that position. He sat there in the corner crying softly on and off to himself and feeling extremely put upon the rest of the afternoon. Finally, about 20 minutes before the dismissal bell, the teacher came over to him with a box.

"Since you don't have clean underpants to wear, the school provides these for little boys like you who wet themselves. They're called punishment underpants. They're especially for boys who've just gotten well-deserved spankings!" Chad looked with dismay at the item of clothing she was holding. The underpants were white, but appeared to be woven of a rough cloth that looked scratchy. The leg holes in the side went all the way to the waistband. As Mrs. Rose held them up, everyone could see a cartoon picture printed on the back of a naked boy with a glowing red butt. The boy was crying, and trying to rub his butt with one hand, while wiping away tears with the other. Little stars were depicted coming off his butt, obviously depicting great pain. Across the back of the waistband, the phrase, "I just got spanked," was printed, and the phrase was repeated across the waistband in front as well.

The class laughed as they saw the cartoon. "Looks just like you, Henson" Joey Turpin said aloud.

"But his thing is bigger," Emily added. Mrs. Rose acted like she hadn't heard either remark. She directed Chad to the front of the classroom to dress. Once again he was forced to stand naked in front of Emily and ignore her direct gaze on his exposed genitals. Mrs. Rose handed him the underpants, and he slipped them on, discovering that the front was little more than a tight little pouch that clung to his small genitals and outlined them clearly. The seat was actually slightly tailored, so that it wrapped around the globes of his sore bottom and crept into his butt crack, outlining them clearly as well. Mrs. Rose forced him to rotate so the class could see his punishment underpants from all sides. Then she handed him his shirt, which he slipped on and next his socks. As he bent down to put his socks on, the pouch of his punishment underpants opened to allow his small genitals to pop out one side. "You'd better look out, Chad," one of Joey's friends said out loud. "The horse is getting out of the barn!"

"That's not a horse, that's a pony," Joey snickered. Chad hastily tucked his genitals back in, but found to his dismay that they popped back out again as soon as he leaned over to put on his other sock. He straightened up grateful to be getting his pants next, but found to his surprise that Mrs. Rose was handing him his shoes.

"Should I put my pants on first?" he asked her.

"You're not putting your pants on, young man!" Mrs. Rose said. She held up a large plastic bag. "I folded them neatly and enclosed them in this bag, along with a letter for you to take to your mother explaining the gravity of your misbehavior, and the punishment you received for it. I also took the liberty of advising her to make sure you're severely punished at home as well. The letter also explains why you were sent home wearing punishment underpants, so don't even think about trying to take your pants out of this bag and put them on when you leave the school. I understand, you only live eight blocks from school, and I expect you to proceed directly home after school and report to your mother with this bag.

With a sinking heart, Chad put on his shoes and tied them, having to put his errant genitals back into the pouch several times while doing so. Each time they slipped out his classmates laughed more loudly. Mrs. Rose lined the class up for dismissal, and watched them leave as the bell rang. Chad was last in line. As she watched the boy's pert little butt disappear as he scampered out of class in his scanty underpants, she smiled to herself. Having to wear the humiliating punishment underpants should get him considerable attention on his way home today, she thought. She looked forward to tomorrow. In addition to enjoying this boy's discomfort, as his classmates were forced to diaper him, she decided she would also stir the boys up a bit with some changes to the punishment schedule. Yes, that would be just the thing! And she'd also pick other some boy to make an example of tomorrow! Only this time she'd pick out a bigger boy with a more mature body, so she could contrast Chad's body with it, and thus increase his humiliation as well! She loved taking the more physically mature boys down a peg as much as she loved tormenting the immature ones like Chad. Tomorrow was going to be a glorious day!