Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 7

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 7
by Chadlad

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Chapter 7: Chad's Walk Home

Chad, of course, was not having a glorious day. As soon as he reached the hall, children began taunting him, calling out comments such as, "Nice butt, Henson!" and "Hey dinky dick!" A group of boys followed him out, chanting "Dinky dick, dinky dick," the whole way. Many of the girls trailed their hands across his sore scantily clad posterior as he passed, and some even ventured to grope his crotch, tweaking the hard lump of his penis or cupping his entire package. Some of the girls with longer fingernails dragged them across the small pouch, pulling it to one side and spilling his genitals out. Kids pointed and laughed as he tried to stuff them back in, reaching out to pull the pouch aside and spill them out again as soon as he'd done so. And every time he'd be distracted by people playing with his pouch, someone else would give him a hard slap on the butt, or pinch one of his butt cheeks. When he reached back involuntarily to protect his sore butt, they would invariably tweaked his genitals again, and pull the pouch aside once more. As Chad hastily moved his hands back to the front to protect his genitals, another girl reached into the back of his underpants with both hands and goosed him, hard! Her hard grip hurt, as did her fingernails as they trailed across the surface of his sore butt when she removed them.

All the way out of the school this pattern continued, with girls and some boys alternately yanking his small penis, smacking his butt, slipping hands in his underpants, both in the front and in the back, and taunting him about the small size of his genitals and the redness of his butt during lunch. Kids who'd seen his performances in class called him a crybaby. Finally, Chad was free of the school grounds and hurrying down the street toward his house. Most of the children had had to catch rides and buses, so it was only a circle of about six children who continued to follow him down the street, including several girls, as well as Jimmy Chen and Chad's brother, Tommy, who had seen the crowd around Chad and hurried to catch up. One 8th grade girl, took up the station to his left, where she had inserted her right hand into the back of his underpants and was caressing his bare butt as they walked along, while another was on the opposite side of him and had her left hand in the right side of his underpants. Chad had been unable to dislodge them up to this point, and what they was doing didn't hurt, so he decided he would just tolerate it until they got tired of it and quit. A third girl was more irritating, and she was walking backward in front of him, batting his now hard penis back and forth where it the stretched out the little pouch of the punishment underpants. Chad had tried to stop her several times, but she merely danced out of his way when he did, then returned to bat his penis some more. The other children were plying him with questions. One of Tommy's little friends kept asking him what it was like to have to get naked in front of everybody. In between his questions, a boy from the third-grade class who'd seen him get spanked and paddled wanted to know how bad his butt hurt, and what part of his paddled butt hurt the worst.

Jimmy Chen was trying to comfort Chad, but in his clumsy way only making things worse. He kept saying things like, "The girls won't remember how small your wiener is, Chad. They'll forget about it soon," and things like, "Everyone knows it really hurts to get your butt paddled. No one will make fun of you because your cried so hard!" He tried to give Chad an encouraging pat on the back, but he couldn't get past all the girls, so he shrugged and turned off to his own house.

Tommy, meanwhile, was taunting Chad by speculating what their mother would do when he came home wearing punishment underpants and she read the teacher's note. "You'll get spanked this time, for sure, I'll bet," he said to Chad with a grin. "I bet Mom will really burn your little butt! She said last week she was thinking about it, and that she might just do it if you screwed up again. Maybe she'll even paddle you too! I hope so! And I wish I'd been there to see you get paddled in school! The kids in third grade said it was really cool! They said you kicked and squealed and acted like a big baby! And they said everybody saw your wiener and your butt, and even your butt hole! And they said your eyes got big and butt got real red! I'd like to see that!" He stopped in front of Chad about 100 feet from their front door, blocking his way so that Chad had to stop, too. "Come on, Chad and show us! Show us all your butt!"

Angrily, Chad pushed past his brother, shoving him aside and knocking him down in his urge to get away from all this torment. Tommy landed quite hard on his bottom. His face immediately clouded with anger. Chad broke away from all the girls, rushing ahead, hurrying to the door of their house, and trying to stuff his genitals back into the underpants all at the same tim. Tommy raced up behind him, angry himself now and bent on revenge. He beat Chad to the door and yanked it open, racing into the house. "Mom, Mom!" He called. "Chad pushed me down and hurt me! And he got in trouble at school!"

Their mother came out of the living room, carrying a sheaf of papers in one hand and a pen in the other. She was still wearing her "lawyer clothes," as the boys called them, so she must have recently arrived home from downtown. She looked to Tommy, and then at the bedraggled Chad, standing there looking very small in skimpy underpants, the tip of his penis just sticking out of the seam on the right side. She shushed Tommy. "Why are you picking on your brother again?" She asked. "And why don't you have your pants on? And where did you get that underwear? What happened to yours?" Wordlessly, Chad handed her the package the teacher had given him. His mother had to set her paperwork down on the stairs to take it. She opened the package and read the long letter the teacher had written. Both boys watched her in silence as he did so, Tommy with excitement and anticipation, and Chad with resignation and fear. His fear increased as he saw her frowning, and looking progressively more angry. When she finished reading it, she read it through once again. Then she looked up at Chad, anger in her face.

"Is this true, young man?" she said the Chad. "Did you push down that little boy and give him a concussion?" Chad nodded, wordlessly. "And were you spanked and paddled in front of the class?" She continued. Chad nodded again. "It says here that you also peed your underpants while being spanked, and that they're putting you in diapers tomorrow and the next two days after that. Good Lord! You peed yourself? What are you, 3? You can't control yourself any better than that?"

Chad struggled to find his voice. "I couldn't help it, but it hurt so bad! And I really had to go! And Mrs. Rose wouldn't let me! And it just sort of slipped out!"

And is that why you hurt a child 4 years younger than you?" His mother asked. "Did that sort of slip out, too?"

"I didn't mean to hurt him," Chad said plaintively. "I was just trying to get past him, and I guess I pushed him a little ……." He trailed off as he could see his mother's face getting darker with anger.

"And were things out of control when you pushed your brother down just now?" She asked. "Is your solution to everything to push little boys who are smaller than you?" Chad couldn't think of anything to say to that. His mother decided it was time to really put a scare into him.

"Do you know that you could go to Juvenile Hall for injuring another child? Do you realize that child's parents might sue us, and take everything I've worked for?" Chad just stood there, too frightened to answer. Of course, his mother knew that neither of these things were really a possibility. Juvie was much too busy dealing with real delinquents to want to deal with a minor playground incident, and lawsuits for playground incidents usually went nowhere unless malicious intent was exceedingly clear. But Chad didn't know that, and he was deathly afraid of the whole idea of Juvenile Hall and the hard bitten, dangerous youngsters who were kept there. Besides, she wasn't stretching the truth too far – if Chad continued down this path, he might still end up there.

"I see brats like you every day at my job – kids who can't control their tempers and injure or even kill people. And they're all so, so sorry, just like you are, and they all claim that it was just an accident and things got out of hand. Well, you're not going to be one of them. Obviously, I've been too lenient and too tolerant of you up to this point. That obviously needs to change. Do you remember years ago, when you started school, and I told you that if you are ever punished at the school you would get even more punishment at home? What sort of punishment should I give a naughty boy like you? A boy who shames the whole family by wetting himself in public when he's supposed to be a 7th grader? A boy who is so bad, that he has to be spanked and paddled on the bare bottom in front of the whole class?"

"And the third grade, too," Tommy added helpfully. "The whole third grade saw him get it, too."

"Yes, a boy who is so bad they have to bring in other classes to see him get punished and make a bad example of him! What is it going to take to teach you to control your temper?" She paused, breathing deeply to calm herself.

"Uhhhh, maybe you could ground me for a long time?" Chad said hopefully. When he saw his mother's face darken, he added, "and take away my PlayStation?" When her face got darker, he added, "and you could make me load the dishwasher every day."

"That's it?" she replied. "That's all you think you deserve? For being so bad that you had to be spanked paddled naked in school?" She turned to Tommy. "You've always been my good boy," she said to him. "What punishment do you think Chad deserves?"

Tommy thought for a moment. "Well," he said, "you always said that we would get at home what we got at school. So, since Chad got paddled at school, I think he should be paddled at home. And since he got it bare at school, he should get it bare at home, too! And since everyone got to watch at school," he added hopefully, "I think that Beth and I should to get to watch him get it here at home!"

Mrs. Henson smiled indulgently at her younger son. She'd always liked Tommy better. Chad looked too much like her ex-husband, the bastard. And he had a lot of David Henson's other disagreeable mannerisms as well, such as forgetting to lift the toilet seat when he urinated, thus leaving a wet seat for the next victim to sit down, and picking his nose whenever he thought she wasn't looking. "You know, I think the school might have a good idea with this paddling business. It's obvious your brother doesn't want another paddling, so it must have had quite an effect on him. Maybe it's time I started spanking and paddling Chad for his explosions of temper." Noticing a flash of trepidation in Tommy's eyes, his mother quickly added, "Not that I'd every think of using such a crude punishment on you, Tommy. You've always been my sweet, sensitive son. I swear I don't know where your brother gets it. It must be from his good- for nothing father!"

She thought for another minute, while Chad stood shifting from foot to foot, the punishment underpants itching his butt crack and his genitals something awful. Finally she spoke again. "I think a good, hard paddling is in order for tonight. We'll do it after dinner, so that your sister can be there, too. In fact, Beth and Tommy won't just watch me paddle you, I'll let them help me do it! It will teach you a lot about controlling your temper to have to place yourself meekly over your little brother's lap and stay there while he gives you a good paddling. And your sister needs to take more responsibility for disciplining you, too, since I'm not always around."

She paused to let her words soak in, then continued. "I agree with Tommy that since you got your paddling on the bare bottom at school, you should get it on the bare bottom at home. It will teach you something about having humility to have to be bare bottomed in front of all of us, and of course that way the paddling will hurt more." Chad quailed, his lower lip starting to quiver. He was going to get still another spanking – the third one of the day! And his smart-aleck brother and snotty older sister were going to get to paddle him, too! How could the day get any worse?

Unfortunately for Chad, he soon found out as his mother continued speaking. "I don't think just the one paddling on his bare rump tonight is enough of a lesson for Chad in this case, though. He needs to learn how to control his temper and not strike out at people when he is angry." She thought for a minute. "I have an idea! Tommy, I'm putting you in charge of your older brother. For the next week, you have to obey everything Tommy says to do, Chad. You can't strike out at him, or refuse to do it no matter how angry you get. And Tommy, you can ask Chad to do anything, anything at all that comes to your mind, and Chad will have to obey you. Now I want the two of you to go upstairs to your room and don't come down until dinnertime."

She turned to Chad. "Let's see your bottom, son. I want to see how severely you've been spanked today, and how much more spanking your bottom can stand." Chad slowly turned around and pulled the back of his punishment underpants down, revealing his bare butt to his mother and his brother. Both of them admired the pink color of the skin and the little blisters clustered in the centers of each bun and scattered along the cleft of his buttocks. "It looks like your teacher did a good job on you," his mother said brightly. "But it's clear that you can easily stand another big paddling. Your bottom is hardly even red any more!" Chad craned his neck and tried to look at his own butt. It did look a lot less red than it had, he decided. "Pull up those ridiculous pants, son, and go with your brother to your room until dinner time." Chad pulled his underpants up, once again having to tuck his errant penis back into the pouch.

Chad's mother spoke to Tommy. "Take your brother upstairs, and make sure he spends the time between now and dinnertime being punished. For starters, his bottom isn't pink enough, so the first thing you should do is bend him over and warm his bottom up again. Be sure and keep that little bottom nice and pink until dinner! And try to think of some other creative punishments for him as well, after all, you can't spank him all the time. We don't want him to be too sore for his paddling! By dinnertime, I'll expect to see that he's been thoroughly punished and hear that he was completely obedient. You," she said, indicating Chad, "obey your brother totally. Whatever he says to do, you do. If I have to come up there, I'm coming with the paddle to paddle your bare butt with. That's all I'll do if I have to come up – just paddle you, remind you to obey, and leave. Tommy is the boss in everything – you got that?"

Chad was overcome with horror. His smart-aleck little brother was going to be in full charge of him? With a sinking feeling he knew that this as going to be a very, very long afternoon. "But, what if he wants me to do something perverted?" he gasped out.

"Look, let's just assume that there are very few things your brother can't do," Chad's mother said patiently. "For the moment, I'd prefer that Tommy not spank you with anything but his bare hands, because I want you to be in good shape for a nice long paddling." She directed her words to Tommy. "It's okay to stick things up his bottom, but I don't want you to stick anything up Chad's bottom other than your own body parts like your finger or thumb or," she said, looking at Tommy significantly, "other body parts of that size and shape. And for the moment, don't do anything more harmful to his scrotum, than finger-flicking it or squeezing it gently." She paused, noting Tommy's puzzlement at the word "scrotum." "You know, his scrotum. It's the little bag between his legs where his balls are. You know what I mean. You can finger flick it like this," she said, demonstrating by flicking her index finger off the bottom of her thumb, "or you can squeeze it gently with your fingertips, but don't get too rough with it. We do want Chad to be able to make babies some day when he's older and has been taught to be civilized in his behavior. Now you boys get upstairs. I have a lot of work to do before dinner."

She turned to Chad, admonishing him firmly. "Now I don't want to hear any more of your nonsense. You just get upstairs with your brother now, and I'd better hear that you were obedient," She ordered. "If I have to come up there, because you were disobedient, I'm bringing my hair brush with me, and it might just land on your boy parts as well as your butt!" She turned and walked away.