Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 100
by Chadlad

copyright 2008 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
chadlad3@yahoo.com

* * * * *
This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
* * * * *

Chapter 100: A Little more Girl on Girl Action, and Some Boy on Girl Action, Too

"I had a different idea in mind for the last act of our little play today," Mrs. Snetch announced. The whole company was assembled in the garage, and she had summoned the two girls to the center of the room, where she was busily binding their left arms together as they faced each other. Neither was talking, but the glares could have melted ice. Or could have sublimated dry ice. The glares continued all through the process of binding each one's wrist to the other's elbow, a third strap binding the centers of their forearms together. Next, a short chain with a Velcro strap on each end was securely bound to both their left legs, so that they couldn't move their legs more than about a foot apart. "But you girls' little dust up while the boys were eating gave me an idea. And The Reverend made a few suggestions of his own." She nodded at the imposing figure in the white suit. The Reverend stood on one side of the garage, arms crossed, watching. The boys had shifted to the other side, leaving a good margin between them and the man, with S. F. almost climbing the far wall to get as far from the man as possible, Chad next to him, and Jimmy clinging closely to Chad. Randy and Alan were a bit closer to the Reverand, and Jeremy and Matty, less aware of the danger radiating from the man, sat closest.

Next, Mrs. Snetch picked up an ordinary ping-pong paddle and commanded Courtney to hold it in her right hand, with the handle against her wrist and her finger tips gripping the edges as best she could. Swiftly, she circled the quietly sniffling Courtney's hand and the handle of the paddle with duct tape, so that her hand soon had a flat wooden paddle-palm to it. Mrs. Git did the same to the silent Emily. Emily was still glaring, her eyes an icy stare that would have sent shivers through Chad if she'd been looking at him that way.

Chad let his eyes drift down again, to Courtney's firm, mildly upturned breasts. His penis twitched in his tight pants (why did the school insist of pants for the boys that were cut so tightly, he wondered. Didn't they know boys had stuff down there, and needed space? Or was it that they did know, and they wanted to know themselves when the boys were aroused? That would make sense, given how sensitive all the teachers were to boys showing signs of attraction to the girls.) Whatever the reason, his undersized but eager little penis strained at his zipper, and he wondered, briefly, how people like Joey or S. F. could stand it when they got hard. They'd have to turn their dicks toward their stomachs, and with the length of both boys erect, the tip must come dangerously close to the top of their waistbands when they did. Not to mention the humiliation of having a tell-tale bulge running all the way up to one's belt line. Just now, he was glad he wasn't all that sexually mature yet.

"Okay, girls," Mrs. Snetch said. "The two of you appear about ready. I'm going to explain the rules to you, and I'm only explaining them once. Violation of the rules will result in a penalty, and that penalty will be harsh. Oh, Mrs. Git, you can take the harness off of your daughter now – she's not going anywhere tied to Courtney." Mrs. Git walked over behind Emily and unlocked the cunt and butthole harness, as Chad had started thinking about it in his head, so that the two knobs could move apart freely instead of being locked in their opposed position. With some effort and using both hands, she pulled the back knob out of Emily's butt hole. Emily grimaced and clenched her butt tightly, but showed no other signs of the pain she must have felt as the thicker knob forced her bruised hole open as widely as it would go as it slipped out. The harness, the front knob still gripped in Emily's tight puss, hung between her legs as Mrs. Git walked to Emily's front and yanked the front knob a bit more easily out of Emily's pussy. This time Emily stiffened and rose on her toes briefly, biting her lip, but everyone could see her force herself to relax again, fighting off the pain. Chad wondered if it hurt as much to have a big knob yanked out of a girl's front hole as it did to have one yanked out of your butt hole. The latter he knew all about, of course. But weren't girl's front holes supposed to be for putting things into and out of? Specifically, boys' cocks? They couldn't be as tight as a butt hole, could they? Because if they were, why would any girl every want to have sex at all? But on the other hand, his dick wasn't nearly as wide as the knob on the electric harness – even S. F.'s big hog wasn't quite that wide. Perhaps it was like his butt hole, easily able to accommodate smaller things, but possessing limits to how far it could stretch.

As Emily's mother finished removing the harness from her front and went to straighten up, Emily leaned close and, without any warning, very deliberately spit on her mother's face, striking her in the right cheek.

Mrs. Git blinked in surprise, then, to Chad's amazement, she simply smiled. "My, you still have some fight left in you, don't you, Sugarbuns," she said sweetly, wiping her cheek on a sleeve. "The dear Reverend has promised me that he'll turn that into respect – it'll be interesting to see which of you wins." She stepped back and set the shock harness on the bench by the wall, still smiling to herself.

Mrs. Snetch went on. "Here are the rules. We're going to engage in a contest where each of you exchange blows. It's the sort of thing boys often do just to see who's strongest, but girls seldom experience. Boys usually punch each other in the upper arms when they do this, but you girls are going to exchange blows on your already quite sore buttocks. We've chosen this site as your target because, frankly, we know it will hut more – you're both quite tender down there given your recent punishments. We will flip a coin to decide who goes first. Thereafter, you will take turns smacking each other on the buttocks until one of you surrenders. You will not be allowed to administer your blow until I give the signal each time. Also, the blows must be only on the buttocks or upper thighs to begin with, and not on the lower back or any other area. The penalty for striking before the signal or out of turn, or for striking your partner in the wrong area will be to lose a turn on the first offense, two turns on the second, and so on." She glared at both girls. Emily glared back. Courtney sniffled and blinked back tears.

"As I said," Mrs. Snetch continued. "This process of exchanging blows on the buttocks will continue until one of you has had enough and gives up."

"So why wouldn't one of them just give up now?" Jimmy asked. "I would. I'd just give up and not get my butt whacked at all."

"Unlikely," Mrs. Snetch said, frowning at Jimmy. No question, this boy rubbed her the wrong way. If he was her son, he'd probably be looking at a serious mouth soaping that evening at the very least for his unguarded language, and probably a good spanking, too, before bedtime – a real butt warmer that would give him something to think about. The thought of spanking the impertinent little brat made her put on a grim smile for a moment. ""There is a quite large penalty for being the first to quit. The first girl to call it quits will be caned."

"Caned?" Jimmy said.

"Caned," Mrs. Snetch said. "It's a very severe punishment."

"If I may explain, madam," The Reverend intoned. He stepped forward, and S. F. shrank back instinctively until he was almost hiding behind Chad. Jimmy, too, shifted so he was closer to his friends and father from The Reverend. The latter pulled a long, think, slightly flexible stick from where he'd been holding it out of sight by his side. "The cane is one of the most effective devices for inflicting disciplinary pain on a deserving child, especially when applied vigorously to the bare fundament or the genitalia. It is equally effective in both girls and boys. It has very little air resistance, and so can be brought down swiftly, but it is much more substantial than a switch or a whip, so it does much more damage to the flesh when it lands. This is especially true of an adult disciplinary cane like this one, which is identical to the ones used to beat the fundaments of adult rapists and drug users in Singapore. It also makes a quite frightening whistling sound as it travels through the air, so that the youngster may experience the proper fear of the pain to come." He paused and smiled at the boys in the corner farthest from him. To Chad, the smile appeared much like the smile of a crocodile gauging the angle to a family of young rabbits that has suddenly fallen off the bank into the swamp. The Reverend made a striking motion with the cane in the air, and S. F. lurched and shrank back behind Chad, completely out of sight.

"When a cane this substantial lands on a boy's or girl's fundament, the impact is quite damaging," The Reverend went on. "The muscle where it lands is immediately severely bruised, causing indescribable pain. There is considerable shearing of skin and muscle tissue curving around the cylindrical body of the cane, so that tissue separations immediately occur. These separations fill with lymph quickly, causing long, raised weals that cross the fundament and are often called "tram lines," because they resemble railroad tracks. The tram lines take many days to heal and are extremely painful while healing, and will remain darkened marks on the skin for months or even years after a caning. A thorough caning creates pain that rivals any other type of punishment of the fundament, including spanking, paddling, and whipping. Spread out across the fundament, the stripes can make the entire fundament throb with agony." He smiled with satisfaction at his words. S. F. began trembling slightly, a tremor Chad could feel where they touched. Courtney was starting to looks sick, but Emily was still staring stonily.

"Multiple strokes of the judicial cane on an inmate's fundament in the same location will actually tear the skin and leave permanent scars. I have seen films of rapists being justly caned with 18 strokes, and they leave with a bleeding rectangular patch on the fundament as a testament to God's glory. Applied to the genital region, the cane is a devastating punishment for girls and women, and a punishment of almost inhuman severity for boys and men. Caning of the genital region of girls creates weals on the flower of Eve, causing the entire structure to swell dramatically to the point of closing off the entrance to the Eve's garden for weeks. The structure bulges like the curve of a cantaloupe and stays that way for days. Walking becomes an incredibly painful ordeal, just as caning the fundament makes sitting or even bending difficult. Urination becomes an almost unbearable as well in a thoroughly caned girl, especially when the fundament is caned as well." He eyed Courtney and then Emily with a grim, self-righteous smile.

"On the other hand, caning of the genitals of boys is much worse, even, then that. The precious jewels of Adam are severely damaged by caning and may shear and bleed internally, and the jewel sack swells to softball or even basketball size. The boy may urinate blood for a time, and his holy scepter often also swells and fills with fluid, becoming quite turgid and painful. It may sustain permanent fractures that create disfiguring bends and swellings during erections. Elimination of urine and feces may become impossible for a time and catheterization may be necessary along with extensive enemas. The boy experiences such intense pain he may become unconscious and have to be revived for additional strokes. Also, the boy may become sterile or even unable to function sexually as a result of this punishment. For this reason, I, personally, do not think caning of boys' genitals should be done except in the case of rape, or child molestation, where I would strongly advocate it. A blow to each of the jewels of Adam would turn around even the most disordered young sex offender, in my opinion, and, if by God's will sterility or loss of sexual functioning would be the result of such punishment, then clearly it would be for the best. I also think genital caning should be a mandatory punishment for adult rapists, perhaps increasing the punishment to 6 or even 8 strokes, followed by mandatory excision of the holy scepter of Adam to shorten it to a stub shorter than the wand of young boys and suitable only for passing water. Unfortunately, the legislators of our find state haven't yet seen the wisdom of my suggestions."

"Um, yes," Mrs. Snetch said, not knowing what to say to that. Chad felt like he was going to throw up. "So, the girl who quits first receives a minimum of 6 strokes of the cane on her bare bottom, a punishment I'm informed by The Reverend is considered the standard dose. The Reverend himself also suggested 2 blows to your "holy flower" as well," she added, (I'll just bet he did, Chad thought to himself), "but I'm going to withhold a decision on that punishment for now, making it an option if you girls displease us during the course of this particular exercise. So the bottom line is this. You two will exchange licks until one of you can't stand it anymore and cries "uncle." But the first girl to cry 'uncle' gets 6 blows from the cane on her bare bottom, and possibly two on her labia. Is that clear?"

"Labia?" Matty burst out. "What's a labia? Is that like a pussy?"

"You will have your mouth washed out with soap before bedtime for that vulgarity, young man," Mrs. Snetch snapped. "The Lava soap we save for severe punishments, I think." Matty's face showed fear. "The labia are what make up a girl's vulva," his aunt added firmly. "It's the tissue on either side of her central genital furrow. The outer set is called the labia major, and the smaller ones just inside the furrow are called the labia minor.

"I don't care if I do get my mouth soaped," Matty said. "Not as long as I get to see Courtney get hit in the balls!"

"Girls don't have balls, stupid," Jeremy said. "Don't you listen to anything! It's no wonder you're always getting your mouth soaped. I'm surprised someone hasn't shot you thinking you have rabies, you foam at the mouth so much."

"Whatever you call it! As long as she get's hit down there," Matty said.

"I wish she really did have balls to hit," Jeremy said suddenly. "After what she's done to us! How many spankin's did we get because she said we did stuff we didn't do? How many times did we get our butts whipped! Naked! In front of other people! And don't forget how many times she pulled our peenies!"

"That kinda felt good," Matty said. "Pulling our peenies, I mean. I didn't mind that."

"That's 'cause yours is so little, not big and sensitive like mine."

"Mines just as big as yours!" Matty said indignantly.

"Enough, you two," Mrs. Snetch said. "Compare your boy parts on your own time. I'm flipping the coin now. Jeremy, call it for Courney."

"Heads," Jeremy said immediately. She'd stifled her sniffling with effort and now looked determined.

"Heads it is," Mrs. Snetch said. "Courtney gets the first blow."

Courtney looked determined and immediately pulled on their joined arms and leaned toward Emily so that she had a clear shot at Emily's bare butt. Emily twisted her butt half out of reach. "Wait!" she said. "Listen, Cor! We don't have to do this! They're manipulating us! But we don't have to play along! If neither of us hits the other, they'll have to give up!"

"You're scum", Courtney said through gritted teeth. She pulled on their joined arms some more making Emily have to fight back. Courtney raised her paddle-hand.

"No, really, wait!" Emily said more loudly. "Can't you see they're just yanking us around like puppets! You can't let people use you like that – just refuse to do it!"

"I can't let people manipulate me? You mean like you did? You caused this! You are the reason I got into trouble! Do you know how much I hurt! And these boys, looking at us naked – that's your fault, too! This is all your fault! My poor bottom!" She fought back the urge to burst out crying again. "You're trying to manipulate me again. And it's not going to work – you're getting caned, not me!" And with a furious yank, she pulled Emily forward against her, simultaneously bringing her paddle-hand down on Emily's black and blue butt with a loud crack. Emily stiffened, all the muscles in her body contracting, her butt clenching tightly. With great effort, she made her muscles react. Her butt, where Courtney had hit it, reddened rapidly under the dark bruises. The welts, where Courtney's paddle-hand had struck, became more livid and distended.

"Your turn," Mrs. Git said to her daughter. "Try to give as good as you get, dear – we have a reputation as a family to uphold. You may be a disgrace, but you can at least try to apply yourself here for some redemption."

Emily looked Courtney in the eye. "We don't have to do anything, Cor," Emily said in a commanding voice. "It's the boys – they're making you act like them! We're better than them. We can show them." She looked at her mother with a sneer. "You can't divide us that way! We were in the right! These little sniveling turds needed to be taken down a peg – think they're so smart, all of them! Think those stupid little knobs in their pants make them better than us! We showed them! Made them get naked and bawl like babies in front of everyone! And no boy stopped us – if stupid Cynthia hadn't been too stupid to run a camera, we'd have gotten away with it! Microdick's butt would be hamburger by now! And I'd have done it, just like I spanked him in class before! I'd have gotten him spanked on his little baby ball sack! The Nose would have whipped his button dick with a switch! And he'd have pissed himself like a big baby, and we'd have gotten to put him in diapers, maybe for the rest of the school year! I'd have had Piggy in diapers in a week, too, and Dickless over there, too," she said pointing at Randy. "And even Queerbait!" She stuck a thumb contemptuously at Alan, then looked at Courtney. "If anything, this is your fault. I still might have brazened it out if you hadn't folded like a house of cards – I could have made a good story in a minute, if you hadn't fallen to pieces! But I forgive you. We don't have to play their game! We'll just stand here until our time is up! That'll show 'em! We're still a team, like the Three Musketeers! All for one and one for all!" She looked glared at her mother and Mrs. Snetch. "I pass," she said. "We're not playing your game."

"Your choice," Mrs. Snetch said. "Courtney, your turn."

"Tell them, Cor," Emily said. "Now's our chance. I didn't hit you. Now tell them we aren't playing their game!"

"I," Courtney said, and stopped. She bit her lip and then smiled at Emily. "You're right," she said. "I'm not playing their game." Emily relaxed visibly. Courtney took the opportunity to yank Emily off balance again, so she fell against Courtney, giving Courtney free access to her butt. "I'm playing my game. And my game is going to be to smack your stinkin' butt right up your big, fat, raggedy butt hole!"

With that pronouncement, she brought her hand down as hard as she could centered on Emily's lower butt, the area with the most blisters and welts, striking, true to her word, right over her former friend's anus. Emily squealed but bit her squeal off quickly, her whole body going rigid as she fought what had to be incredible pain. Slowly, deliberately, she regained her composure. Her face hardened, looking stonier and more dangerous than Chad had ever seen it, even when she was about to blister his own bottom 2 weeks back.

"Good one, Courtney!" Jimmy squealed. "Give her all you've got!"

"You're on Courtney's side?" Chad asked.

"Emily whipped my butt – what do you think?" Jimmy answered.

"You," Emily said to Courtney. "You're quite the stupid bitch, aren't you! Two can play that game, you know. But I play it better!" With a vicious yank, she pulled Courtney off balance, swiftly landing her own powerful blow on Courtney's right buttock. Courtney gasped, going rigid herself.

Courtney blinked back tears, reaching with her paddle hand back behind her, trying to comfort her butt with the back of that hand. The duct tape discouraged her efforts. All the boys could see that her welts had suffered horribly from the blow, becoming red and distended, and her blisters were now redder and angrier where the paddle had struck. Chad and S. F. both knew from experience how painful being spanked on welts was – both cringed in sympathy.

"You're right, this is stupid!" Courtney said. Emily visibly relaxed. "Stupid to be wasting energy talking that I could use hitting you!" She dealt Emily another vicious whack, catching her right bun this time.

Emily wasn't ready this time, and a little yelp of pain escaped her before her iron control clamped down again.

"That's the stuff!" Jeremy yelled. "Make her squeal, Court!"

"I thought you guys were mad at her," Randy Martinez said to Jeremy.

"She's still our cousin," Jeremy said. "Even if she does make fun of our peenies. Go Courtney!" he added.

Emily glared at Courtney with all her might. "You're going to regret that decision, you little bitch," she growled. Courtney tried to twist away, but Emily still landed a vicious blow on her butt, high and in the center this time. Courtney went up on her toes in pain, but responded quickly.

"You're the bitch, bitch!" she said, yanking Emily off balance again and landing another blow in the lower center of Emily's butt. Emily's bottom shivered on its own to the assault, but she wasted no time, simply yanking back at Courtney and swinging with all her might for her former friend's unprotected nates.

"Cunt!" she roared as the blow landed. "Fucking cunt!" she roared again, raising her paddle-hand and landing another blow. Courtney squealed in outrage at the double blow. Emily's mother reached out and caught her free hand in both her hers, the Reverend stepping over quickly to add his grip to hers.

"That's a violation," Mrs. Snetch said loudly. "Courtney, you may have two free blows, one for the violation and a second for the extra blow to even you up. You may than take a third to start the next round. You, young lady will be released only after the third blow. Proceed."

Courtney glared at Emily. "You vicious little bitch," she growled through clenched teeth. I'm going to make these count!" Her own ass was bright red over the darker red cast it had held from spanking. The blisters the boys had made had grown larger where Emily had struck, and the welts Chad had made were swelling visibly. She raised her paddle hand, aimed at Emily's now defenseless ass, and brought it down hard three times in quick succession, aiming each blow again where Emily was most damaged, low and centered over the other girl's anus. Emily gasped on the first blow, yelped on the second, and let a sob escape on the third, visibly fighting back tears that escaped from her eyes. Chad wondered why they didn't turn to steam under the force of Emily's glare.

"CUNT!" she screamed "Stupid little cock-sucking CUNT!" Her mother and The Reverend had released her arm, and Emily fixed Courtney with a glare. "I'm going to smack your asshole backwards through your cunt, bitch!" she said through clenched teeth. Courtney stiffened, her butt clenching in anticipation of the next blow. Emily wound up and swung as hard as she could. At the last second, Courtney rammed her butt forward, throwing Emily off balance so that her blow barely glanced off of Cournty's butt cheek and mostly swung through open air. Courtney gave Emily an evil smile.

"Who's the dumb cunt now, bitch?" she said tauntingly. Emily saw the vicious blow coming and reached back with her own paddle hand to cover her butt, paddle surface meeting paddle surface with a loud, wooden "clop!"

"That's not fair!" Jimmy Chen squealed. "She shouldn't be able to protect her butt!"

"I agree," Mrs. Git said. "Frankly, Emily, I expected better of you – I would think you could take your punishment without all these histrionics. I believe your daughter should get 3 free blows before continuing the round." She and the Reverend had grasped Emily's arm and had bent it back across her shoulder blades, immobilizing her and leaving her butt free for Courtney to access.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this!" Courtney panted. "I'll make you say 'uncle' right now, you ugly, flat-chested little bitch!" She raised her paddle-hand high.

"You've got to love a good cat-fight," Jimmy said quietly to the boys near him. "Look how Courtney's boobs bounce every time she hits or gets hit! I'm about to cream myself!"

Chad, who was also strongly aroused, didn't comment. He didn't even move, fearing that, if he did, he might actually wet come in his pants, just as Jimmy had suggested. S. F., on his other side, acted like he didn't hear Jimmy, and perhaps he didn't. "Bearing false witness is one of the Ten Commandments," he said, much more loudly than Jimmy. "That's the big stuff – the stuff you can go to Hell for doing! It's right up there with murder! And coveting your neighbor's stuff!"

The Reverend suddenly spoke up from where he held Emily as Courtney prepared to unleash her promised devastating attack. "That is why our work is God's work," he intoned. "We shall drive the sin out of these two daughters of the flesh, and send them on the path to righteousness! All of the heathen shall be punished, and all will, through punishment, be saved! Just as these two are purged of their ungodliness, so, too, will all you boys be purged of your ungodly lusts for the flesh of young females! Join me, boys! I know you lust for young women in your hearts, but let go of your lusts! Give up the filthy habit of Onanism and you'll find that God provides his glory to the pure and chaste! Stop before you minds are poisoned by visions of female flesh, until it is all that you think of, all you care about!"

Well, Alan's safe, then, Chad thought to himself rather irreverently. Lusting for young women is something he can't be accused of. He looked around the room. Randy was staring open mouthed, his breath rasping as it often did. S. F. was nodding in agreement with the Reverent, but Jimmy looked unfazed by The Reverend's words. Was lust for girls really that sinful? Chad suddenly wondered to himself. Or even lust for boys, to include his brother and Jesse and Alan? What as the harm after all, in lusting after girls, or boys for that matter. Especially in his situation, where he didn't touch any of them, didn't actually do anything about it, and only lusted in his thoughts while masturbating in his bed? How could that be doing harm? And even if he did do something about it, it would only be with a girl who wanted him as bad as he wanted her, a girl who really wanted to do it. Yeah, you'd have to make sure she couldn't get pregnant, but didn't they have things you put on your wiener that stopped that? And pills the girl could take? And you couldn't get pregnant just touching, or even using your mouth on someone. Like when Lindsay had sucked his cock – she'd really wanted to, and he'd liked it. And there was no way girls got pregnant from doing that. So how could that be bad? Why would God fill him with such powerful feelings to have sex with girls, and then tell him never to do it? It was almost like those things the police did sometimes, where they tempted you to do something and then arrested your for it – what did they call that, anyway? Testament? Enrapture? He couldn't remember the word.

Courtney broke his thought train by landing a mighty slap on Emily's butt, aiming again for that same spot she'd been hitting, then two more in slow succession. This time Emily couldn't hold back a moan on the first, and a louder moan on the second. On the third, though, she'd regained control, biting her lip until it bled, but then spitting the blood and saliva out moments later.

"Go ahead, you lying, dick-sucking whore!" she spat at Courtney. "Give me your worst! I'm ending this on the next one I give you!"

Courtney, inflamed, did what Emily thought she'd do – she raised the paddle-hand high and swung wildly. As her hand neared Emily's butt, Emily contracted her buns and shifted her hips sideways, giving her enough space, even though the Reverend was holding her arm pinned behind her, that Courtney's blow barely scraped the upper jut of her butt, missing almost entirely and landing mostly on one side of Emily's back.

"That's a violation, Courtney," Mrs. Snetch intoned. "You aren't allowed to hit the lower back. Your partner in crime is entitled to three blows before your next one."

"Nooooo!" Courtney screamed "It's not fair! She moved!"

"What's not fair is that I ended up carrying out my plans with a bitch as stupid as you," Emily said, smirking in her face. "You're almost as stupid as these self-sucking, cock-slurping boys!"

The Reverend, meanwhile, had released Emily and had taken Courtney's arm behind her back. "You are both damned until you see the light. But I fear for your souls in the meantime. You may proceed when ready, young spawn of Satan," he intoned. "Three blows."

Emily grinned, taking her time. "I'm going to land these right on the edges of the welts that Microdick made on you," she said. "I'm going to make them bleed."

"Cunt!" Courtney replied, trying to spit in Emily's face. "Shit-licking cunt!"

"You're the cunt," Emily said, smirking. "Little miss, 'look at my tits!' Think you're so great because you've got a couple of misshapen fat lumps on your chest! Going around, shoving those things in boys' faces, trying to make their little dorks get hard so you can suck them! Can't wait until one of these stupid, dinky-dicked dorks shoves his little fleshy turd in your cunt, can you, bitch! Maybe you can get him to shove it up your butt, too – they'll stick their things in anything, you know! You probably are all hot for Microdick's little nubbin now that you've tasted his slime! Stupid bitch!"

"Yeah? So I like boys! So what! That's better than being a boy-hating dyke like you! So I like boys looking at my chest? What's wrong with that? That's why girls have tits, so boys will look at them! What's so bad about that? And you know what else? I like Chad! And Jimmy, and Randy, and S. F., and Randy, too! I like all of them!" Courtney looked Emily in the eyes with contempt. "I never hated the boys – I just agreed with you because I wanted to see them naked. Because I like their bodies. I don't think their naked bodies are disgusting the way you do! I like them! Do you hear me? I like boys' bodies! I like their dicks, and I like their balls, and I like their butts! But you'll never understand that, you cunt-licking dyke!"

Jimmy looked at Chad with astonishment. "God, all she had to do was ask," he muttered. "I'd have shown her in a minute."

"You're such a stupid bitch," Emily snapped back. "All boys want from you is to use you. They just want to get your clothes off and stick their disgusting things in you, in your mouth, in your cunt, or in your ass. But you'd probably like that, wouldn't you? You'd like all these little turds to stick their disgusting little dorks in your ass! I'm surprised you don't lie on the ground right now and invite them to take turns."

"Maybe it's you who want the boys to take turns," Courtney snapped back. "Maybe this is all a sham, because you want the boys to fuck you. But you know they never would, not with a cunt as ugly as yours, and a chest that looks like a boy's! You're just rejecting them because you know they'd reject you!"

Emily blinked, her mouth flapping as she tried to put words to her rage. "That's it, isn't it," Courtney said triumphantly. "You're in love with Chad, aren't you! You're in love with him, and you want to suck his cute little cock and then take it in your big, sloppy cunt or up your enormous butt hole, but you know he wouldn't do it even if you begged!" She's right about that, Chad thought to himself. "You know it, and you resent it, and that's why you want to hurt him! Because you love Chad Henson!"

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Emily screamed.

"Emily wants Chad's dick, Emily wants Chad's dick!" Courtney chanted triumphantly.

"Shut up, you fucking cunt!" Emily screamed, enraged. "Shut up! Shut up!"

"You're the fucking cunt!" Courtney screamed back.

"Bitch!"

"Whore!"

"Butt licker!"

"Motherfucking whore cunt!"

"Motherfucking bitch whore cunt!"

"Shit-eating motherfucker!"

"Cunt-licking whore!"

"Admit it," Courtney screamed in Emily's face. "You want to fuck every boy in this room! But none of them want to fuck you! Because you're an ugly-ass bitch!"

Emily let out a scream of rage and put all her force into a blow to Courtney's bare rump, following with two more of equal force. Courtney's knees buckled, and she sagged, The Reverend's grip on her arm all that was holding her up. Chad and the other boys gasped -- where the paddle had struck, the edge crossed at least 6 separate welts. Before the boys' eyes, the welts bulged outward, purple and swollen, like she'd suddenly grown six bulging eyes on her butt. Liquid trickled wetly down Courtney's leg as she lost bladder control. For almost 30 seconds she didn't breathe, then she began gulping air in long, moaning gasps, still hanging limp.

"Courtney?" her mother said sharply. "It's your turn." Coutney continued gasping. The Reverend tried to release her, but Courtney's legs refused to hold her. "Stand up, Courtney," her mother ordered. Courtney continued to sag, rubber-legged, still gasping and moaning. Her mother waited a minute. Finally she looked at her watch. "Young lady, you will stand this instant, or I'll assume you're forfeiting your turn and allow your partner in crime to proceed."

Emily grinned from ear to ear. "Come on, Court! Get up!" Matty was screaming, like a manager exhorting his fighter from the corner.

"Yeah, get her back!" Jeremy called. Courtney thrashed feebly with her legs, but didn't stand up. Her legs glistened with the pee she'd so shamefully voided.

"I guess my daughter is forfeiting her turn. You may take your next blow, young lady," Mrs. Snetch told Emily. Emily grinned a shit-eating grin, and began to raise her arm.

"I'm landing this one right on top of those!" she said loudly.

"Nooooooooo!" Courtney screamed hoarsely. "No more!"

"Are you quitting?" her mother asked archly. "You'll be caned!"

"I don't care! Courtney moaned. "It can't be worse than this!"

Of course it can, Chad thought to himself. And it will be. No matter how much your butt hurt, he'd discovered from personal experience that it can always hurt worse.

"Very well. Then you'll receive 6 from the cane," her mother said. "It will give The Reverend a chance to demonstrate caning to all of us – I'm sure it will prove instructive to you boys, too."

It's not fair, Chad thought to himself. Courtney shouldn't be getting the worst punishment! He had been rooting for Emily to lose – she was the instigator of all this, after all. Courtney was nothing but a syncophant. Besides, she'd as much as said she thought Chad was cute. She might even want to do sex with him, maybe. But as usual, Emily was managing to make others pay for her perfidy. Mrs. Snetch was calmly removing the duct tape on the paddle hands of the girls.

"I have a proposal," Mrs. Git suddenly said. She was inserting the knob of the harness back into Emily's vagina. Emily grimaced as the knob slid home, into her already sore vagina, and her mother flexed the hinge, bringing the rear knob up to her anus and then shoving it in forcefully. Emily clenched uncomfortably and then fought back the even more severe pain in her stretched rectum. Mrs. Git dusted her fingers together. "Let's cane them both."

"WHAT!" Emily screamed. "That's not fair! I won! You can't cane me!"

"Actually, I can do anything I want to you," Mrs. Git said. "Something you seem to have forgotten in the last few days. Reverend, I'd be pleased if you'd cane my daughter as well. And perhaps, as she was the instigator of all this unpleasantness, you should give her two blows to the genital region, too, as you suggested, one for each side."

"NOOOOOOO!" Emily squealed. She turned and took a swing at her mother with a closed fist. Her mother ducked. Emily tried to change her arc, but with her other arm tied to Courtney her movement was limited. Suddenly, she stiffened, her back arching and every muscle in her body clenched, her face twisted in agony. She stayed in this rictus while a keening, high-pitched, inhuman noise escaped from her gritted teeth. Jimmy Chen stepped out from behind Emily, where he was holding the handle of the harness, his finger depressing the shock button so hard his fingernail was white. Emily's butt muscles contracted rapidly and repeatedly, and her cunt muscles strained in front as well.

"This is fun," he said calmly. "You think I should let go of the button yet? Or should I wait until I see smoke rising?"