Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 2

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 2
by Chadlad

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Chapter 2: What Goes In, Must Come Out

Randy blushed in shame. He'd never been so humiliated in his life, not even that time he'd pooped his pants in kindergarten and his mother had to come take him home and everyone in class was looking at him, smirking, knowing what he'd done and feeling superior because their pants were clean. He was naked from the waist down, standing in front of his class, his immature genitals on display, his exposed penis hiding from sight and confirming the truth that Chelsea had just voiced. He glanced down involuntarily at her words, looking at the same thing everyone else was looking at. The thing was, his privates did appear little. He'd actually cringed a bit for Chad every time Chad had been forced to appear naked in front of his classmates, in part because he had his own little secret – his genitals appeared to be every bit as small and immature as Chad's. The problem was the deep layer of fat under his skin everywhere, especially on his crotch. His little circle of a penis barely protruded from the fat pad of his groin when it was flaccid, and his little balls were actually completely hidden in the fat pad, so that his scrotum was just a flat, wrinkled patch with no visible bulges. He knew, from feeling himself, that his penis was longer than that – it was probably longer than Chad's, both when flaccid and when erect, if you measured from where it emerged from the muscles of his groin, but at least an inch of it was buried in the fat of his pubis, and thus the part that stuck out, even when erect, was less than 2 inches. And when it shrunk, it looked like a little bull's eye, the pee slit marking the center and the rings of skin making the circles around it. There were times it disappeared entirely. When he'd been a preschooler, his older cousin Maria called it his amazing shrinking weenie every time she saw him being bathed or changed into pajamas. When he'd been 4 he'd thought that it was funny that his weenie disappeared sometimes and stuck out others, and he'd laugh when she teased him about it. But around first grade it stopped being funny as he came to realize that size really did matter if you were a male. Indeed, that was one of the reasons that he'd become so modest that he now made sure no one ever saw him undressed if at all possible. And now everyone in the class was looking, and he couldn't stop them!

Other girls were commenting on Randy's lack of manliness now, in a chorus so great it was hard to pick out individual comments. "No wonder they call him Randy," Big Sam Grossman muttered off to Chad's right. "With a dork that small, he's probably always randy just because he can't get himself off." Other kids snickered and offered their own comments. Chad, still trying to look nonchalant and not at all interested in boy's dicks, was lost in his own thoughts -- he was getting used to the revelation that he didn't have the dinkiest wiener in class after all! (Although he had to admit it was a close thing, and without the fat on his pubic triangle Randy probably could give him a run for his money). He noted, idly, that Randy's scrotum was almost exactly the same color as the rest of his skin, rather than being a darker color as had been the case with the genitals of the many other boys he'd observed during punishment over the last several weeks. If his theory about coloration was accurate, Randy's butt hole should also be very little different in color from the rest of his butt. Suddenly he was burning with curiosity -- not that he wanted kids to see him looking at a boy's butt hole, but he really wanted to know if the two matched as they did on almost all the other boys he'd seen in this state.

Randy blinked back tears, trying to ignore the taunts of the many females and a few males critiquing his privates. He tried to console himself with the thought that most of them were obviously exaggerations. He didn't really look like a Ken doll – he did at least have genitals. His genitals didn't remotely look like those of a girl, either – he'd seen enough baby girl cousins being changed to know that. Still, the words stung – until now, he'd been the only boy in class to know that Chad wasn't the most poorly hung kid, and now everyone knew. They'd probably start calling him a nickname like Chad, who was hailed as "Microdick" at least once a day, mostly by girls. What do you call someone who's even smaller than a microdick?

As if in answer to his thoughts, Celeste spoke up. "What are you looking embarrassed for, Fleadork? It's not like we can see anything from back here!"

Mrs. Rose didn't rebuke the girl for her language directly, but she gave her a cautioning stare and she silenced herself. Still, the damage was done. Fleadork, Randy thought to himself. Great – now I'm Fleadork for life, I bet. She allowed the class to drink in the appearance of his privates for a bit more, then took Randy by the shoulders and turned him around, so that his backside was now to the class and they could examine his expansive bare butt at their leisure. He couldn't wrap his mind around the enormity of it – everyone had just seen his amazing disappearing weenie, and now they were looking at his bare butt! He hated his butt, and he certainly hated everyone else seeing it! No one but his mom and the doctor had seen his bare butt in years! They were looking at his butt cheeks, and his butt crack! He blushed with humiliation.

His classmates leaned forward again, examining his bare bottom closely for the first time. No question, Randy Martinez had a big butt – it jutted outward prominently, and was almost twice as wide as Chad's muscular little ass. The cheeks were wide and well padded with fat, and the boy's butt crack looked deep and enormous. The silence was broken again by the same girl as before. "Emily, if you're gonna spank that you're gonna need a bigger hand," she said, causing the whole class to crack up.

When the laughter had died down, Mrs. Rose spoke up. "I don't believe there will be any spanking for the moment, people. I have another punishment in mind for Mr. Martinez. Bend over, Mr. Martinez, and grab your ankles, so we can check you for cleanliness before we begin your punishment," Mrs. Rose ordered.

Bend over? They were going to see his butt crack and butt hole! Randy had forgotten, in his humiliation, that every boy punished naked was inspected for cleanliness beforehand. He recalled Jimmy Chen's spread butt, and Chad Henson's, and Alan Delvecchio's, and the manly Joey Turpin's. All 4 had been forced to spread their cheeks and display their most private area to everyone in class. At the time he'd been a bit excited himself at the prospect of viewing each boy's pooping place – not because the view was attractive – Chad Henson's neat, clean little pursed ring wasn't too bad and neither was Alan's, but Jimmy's was mildly unsightly with its uneven bumpy wrinkles, and Joey's was downright ugly, with his brown crack pigmentation and all that hair. So he hadn't gotten excited each time because he liked looking at them. Rather, the sight of each boy's butt hole had been intriguing because it was a sight that had been previously forbidden, and because the boys clearly didn't want to be examined. So like the rest of the class, Randy had rather enjoyed viewing each boy's spread cracks, tight little anal rings, and the band of skin reaching from their butt holes to swell out over the bulges of their scrotums. I wouldn't want to be him, he'd told himself each time, and had shivered each time with the smug knowledge that he wasn't.

But now it was him. Scarlet with embarrassment but fearing another powerful smack from Mrs. Rose, this time on his bare bottom, Randy bent down, puffing as he tried to grasp his ankles and finally, after great effort, managing to do so. He could feel his chubby butt spreading as he panted, finding it hard to breathe in this position. He could see, between his legs, children craning to look into his butt crack.

Mrs. Rose prodded Randy's feet more widely apart. "Come on, Mr. Martinez. Legs apart. We have to be able to see into there." Randy's legs began aching as Mrs. Rose forced them more widely apart than his hips. Mrs. Rose still wasn't satisfied. "You're going to have to let go of your ankles and spread your bottom apart with your hands, young man. We still can't see in far enough to see if you're clean," she said.

Randy reached back and grasped the edges of his butt cheeks as instructed, pulling them farther apart. Mrs. Rose still wasn't satisfied. "I said spread your bottom, young man! Pull until it hurts!" Grimacing, Randy pulled harder, the upper part of his butt where his crack began protesting in pain at the stretching.

"That's better," Mrs. Rose said, as the boy's anus came into view, finally, shyly peeking out between his jiggling butt cheeks. Chad, making a show of not looking, confirmed in quick glances what he had suspected, that the wrinkled, tightly pursed eye of still another boy was the same color as his scrotum. But the separation of Randy's butt revealed a new twist for Chad and his classmates on variations in male anatomy. A wide ring of skin around the boy's butt hole was reddened and looked irritated. The irritation ran down half the way to the beginnings of the boy's scrotum, which was still just a wrinkled patch when viewed from his backside, the boy's testes lost in fatty tissue bulging between his spread legs.

"You have a serious anal irritation, Mr. Martinez," Mrs. Rose commented. She looked at the class. "This is the sort of thing that happens to you boys when you don't wipe your bottoms well, and don't wash them well with soap when taking a shower or a bath. Irritations like this can develop and become serious. You boys need to spread your bottoms apart and wash this area thoroughly with soap every time you take a shower, and you need to take the time to wipe yourself well after defecating." The class roared with laughter at hearing the word "defecating" again. Mrs. Rose turned grimly back to Randy and retrieved several baby wipes, proceeding to scrub Randy's irritated butt crack vigorously. Pained grunts issued from the panting Randy as the alcohol in the wipes stung the irritated skin. When she was done, the irritation remained, but was cleaner looking, at least. Randy wins for ugliest butt crack, Chad thought to himself. He'd rather look at Joey's hairy butt than at Randy's unsightly rash. Not that he wanted to look at any boy's butt, he thought quickly, reassuring himself.

Finally, Mrs. Rose pronounced Randy clean enough and allowed him to straighten up, turning him back to face the class. "I have mentioned that this boy needs something beyond a simple spanking. In fact, it's my opinion that all of you middle school boys need more than simple spankings for your misdeeds. That is why I've convinced Mrs. Bose, the principal, to allow a certain amount of variation and escalation in the punishments you boys receive from now on. She has been highly impressed with Mr. Henson's improvements in deportment after experiencing the punishments of the gauntlet. I pointed out that part of the effectiveness of the punishment was not knowing what punishment was coming up. Between us, we have worked out a variety new options in punishment, which the DAs and I will be using from now on. We hope to keep you boys off balance, because you'll never know just what painful or humiliating punishment you'll face for an infraction, but as you'll see, they're all things you don't want to experience."

She turned to Randy, still blushing as he stood again with his almost invisible genitals on display. "In your case, Mr. Martinez," she continued, "I have a punishment in mind that I think perfectly fit your crimes. Your protests that you did the assignment when all the evidence shows you didn't suggests that you're, if you may pardon the expression, full of garbage. I believe it is appropriate that we wash the garbage out of you. We'll start with your mouth. I just happen to have a bar of soap sealed in this Tupperware container that has been soaked in water and is nice and soft, just the perfect consistency and just the right size to place in a lying boy's mouth." As Randy watched in horror, she produced a small Tupperware container from behind her back. Chad looked in amazement. Where had that come from? He hadn't seen it in her hand a moment ago, and she hadn't gone near her desk. She could be a magician!

"Take off his shirt, Emily," Mrs. Rose ordered. "We don't want to soil it when he starts drooling and foaming at the mouth, as you boys all do when you get a good mouth soaping." Emily seized the bottom of Randy's shirt and pulled it, with difficulty, up over his stomach and off his head and arms. The class stared at Randy's bared chest and stomach. "He's got boobies!" Celeste shrieked.

"Breasts, I'm sure, is what you meant to say, Celeste," Mrs. Rose said archly. "And he doesn't, not really, although I'll admit it looks like it. Boys who are overweight often have the appearance of breasts, but it's nothing but fat." The class contemplated Randy's naked body for a moment, taking in the sagging boy boobs, and the slightly protruding stomach that was as wide as his hips. Then Mrs. Rose extracted the bar from the container and held it up. "Time for part one of your punishment, Mr. Martinez. Open up." Randy looked with terror at the soggy soap bar. He parted his lips a bit. "Open up wider, young man, or I'll paddle your disobedient, lying bottom and then stick the soap in your mouth while you're bawling!" she commanded.

Randy opened his mouth wide. In a quick swoop, Mrs. Rose rammed the soap in, a small portion protruding from between his lips. Randy's face immediately screwed up in revulsion as the burning, awful tasting soap taste filled his mouth. "Close your teeth on it and hold it there," Mrs. Rose ordered. "If you let it fall out, you may very well be slated for an additional punishment this afternoon, and if so, I guarantee that punishment will involve your genitals."

"What genitals?" Celeste snickered, sitting in her chair next to Emily's. Mrs. Rose ignored her.

"Now for part two of your punishment. The soap will clean the garbage out of one end of you, but we have to deal with the other. I believe a punishment enema is in order. Mr. Martinez, you'll have to go over Emily's lap so we can access the appropriate orifice. Emily, turn your chair so Mr. Martinez's bottom is facing the class. Yes, that's it. Mr. Martinez, bend over her," Mrs. Rose directed. "Emily, in light of this boy's intransigence in insisting that he finished a report he obviously doesn't have, you have permission to hold him in place by gripping his entire genital package while we do this."

As Emily eagerly reached with her left hand, Mrs. Rose grasped her wrist. "Try not to be too enthusiastic, dear," she cautioned. "We're not trying to emasculate them, only to teach them. Firmly squeeze, don't crush." She released Emily, who with some difficulty and considerable pain to Randy, managed to dig her fingers into his groin enough to grip his hiding testes and flat penis. "Get into position, young man," she said. Randy, with some effort, managed to drape himself over Emily's lap, as Emily made faces and acted like she was being smashed under his weight. His broad butt spread out facing the class, and the rest of his frame extended tensely out her left side, as he looked over his shoulder, already tearing up because of the pain her fingernails were causing his scrotum as well as the burning soap in his mouth. He'd never had an enema, but he'd seen his 3-year-old cousin Jesus get one. He knew it meant sticking a tube up his butt and filling him with fluid, which he'd have to hold and then poop out later. And everyone was watching! Humiliation almost overcame him.

Mrs. Rose walked to her closet, dragging out a metal stand which she positioned by Randy's spread butt. She then walked to her desk and retrieved from her magic bottom drawer a bag with a long tube and a large nozzle at the end of the tube, which she sat on the small of the back of the horizontal Randy.

Chad immediately recognized the object as an enema kit similar to the one that had been used on him before and after his running of the gauntlet. During his initial at home punishment for giving the third grader a concussion, Chad had experienced his first enema out on the patio with all of his family members and several neighbors watching. He'd had still other enemas after his anal punishment during the gauntlet, when he had not been able to poop at all without an enema all for most of the week Those, though, were witnessed only by a single family member at a time, each taking turns with him. True, having either his younger brother or his older sister give him an enema was acutely humiliating. Beth had treated him like a baby the whole time, saying things like, "I'm just gonna put this little tube up 'em's tushie," and Tommy had acted superior and made him lie across his lap like a baby while he stuck the tube in, each time complaining that Chad's butt hole was ugly and disgusting. But at least other kids hadn't been watching except for that first time on the patio, and he still found that hard to think about. At that time he'd actually pooped in front of them while up on all fours and with his legs spread, like a dog doing his business. How was Randy going to live with everyone in class seeing him get a tube stuffed up his butt!

Mrs. Rose returned to pick something out of her bottom drawer. "In light of the severity of your offense, Mr. Martinez, and because this is a punishment enema, rather than soapy water, we'll be using this as your enema fluid." She held up a cylindrical can, which turned out to be an ordinary can of 7-Up. Closing the valve on the enema bag, she popped the top on the can and poured the entire contents into it, hanging it on the pole. Taking the nozzle, she spoke to Randy and the class. "In a moment, I'll insert this nozzle into your anus deeply, and open the valve on the enema bag to fill you with your enema fluid. The nozzle is quite large so that the enema will flow in quickly, so the nozzle might be a bit painful going in. Also, I'm told that soda enemas are very painful, so although it won't actually physically harm you, you can expect that the fluid will cause you to feel an intense burning sensation inside that grows over time. No matter how much it hurts, you are not to expel any part of the enema until you are sent to the restroom, unless you'd like a genital spanking this afternoon as I promised earlier. At the end of the prescribed time, you will be allowed to go to the boys' room and expel your enema. The DA will accompany you when you do that, make sure that you cleanse yourself afterward, and make sure you keep the bar of soap in your mouth the whole time. Then you will return here, where you will have the bar of soap removed and will apologize to the class for failing to complete the assignment and for your lies."

Emily was mildly disappointed. She wasn't going to get to beat the crap out of his fat, flabby butt! She consoled herself with the knowledge that she was to accompany him to the bathroom, though. In fact, with an increasing tingle in her loins, she realized that she could force him to expel the enema in front of her – she could make him spread his legs and do it while she watched – that would really humiliate him! She smirked with pleasure. The only thing that would make this better was if it were Chad! Well, maybe later.

For Randy, lying over Emily's lap with soap burning his mouth and throat and drool dripping off his chin, it was a nightmare that didn't end. He was quaking with fear at this point. Not only was he naked in front of everyone, with everyone looking at all his private areas, but Mrs. Rose were going to stick that big tube up his butt! And then they were going to put 7-Up in there. He'd once been drinking 7-Up when his cousin had slipped and fallen in the mud quite spectacularly, and the uncontrollable laughter had sent 7-Up up into his nose. He'd thought he was going to die, it burned so bad. What would it do when squirted up his butt? Adding to his distress, Emily, although finding it hard to squeeze his balls in their nest of fat, was digging her fingernails into the base of his scrotum painfully, clearly determined to leave marks there.

Looking and trying not to look like he was looking, Chad along with the rest of the class watched intently as Mrs. Rose put K-Y jelly on the end of the enema nozzle and lined it up on the irritated bull's-eye of Randy's exposed anus. The boy's butt twitched at the contact of the cold nozzle on his center eye. Mrs. Rose let him stew for a moment with the nozzle pressing against his nether orifice, then she pushed it smoothly in. Randy's eyes, visible because he was fearfully watching from over his shoulder, widened as the tube slid in, and tears began flowing more freely down his upturned face. A low moan escaped around the soap as the tube was pressed deeper. He squeezed his butt tightly together, but this had no effect on Mrs. Rose's efforts to push the slippery tube in more deeply. Unable to watch any more, Randy let his head hang down out of sight and relaxed his butt again, so the class could clearly see the thick tube violating him and stretching his anus, with its hose rising to the hanging bag.

After a moment as she allowed Randy's fears to build, Mrs. Rose reached up and opened the valve on the tube. Liquid gurgled audibly, and then moments later, Randy felt coldness begin flowing into his insides, followed immediately by intense burning in his rectum. He began moaning more loudly and wiggling his body, kicking his legs feebly and clenching his fists, which made his ample butt wave in the air and brought a round of laughter from the class. It felt like diarrhea sometimes did – when it burned so bad you just had to push it out, but it kept on burning. The burn kept expanding inside him, forcing its way up his colon. Randy began kicking his legs more strongly. It hurt! It hurt so much! His moaning became crying, muffled by the soap bar, and tears streamed freely down his face. The burning in him intensified each second, and spread deeper into his gut. By the time Mrs. Rose shut off the valve, Randy's muffled wailing was filling the room. "Get it out, get it out!" he was begging, but with a bar of soap in his mouth, all that came out was completely incoherent moans.

"Now I'm going to pull out the tube. As I do, you need to keep your bottom clenched so nothing leaks," Mrs. Rose chided loudly. "You know the consequences if you don't." She gripped the tube and slowly extracted it from the boy's anus, the circular muscle squeezing tightly as the tube exited and allowing only the tiniest drop to escape, which Mrs. Rose wiped deftly with a tissue she was holding as she finished pulling out the tube. She shoved enema the apparatus to one side. Randy squeezed both of his buns tightly together, trying to hold in the burning liquid that was trying to force its way out of him. All he wanted to do was push that nasty stuff out of him! He knew he didn't dare, because he didn't want his wiener and balls paddled, but it hurt! The burn had spread all the way back to his anus as soon as the nozzle was removed, and now his butt hole was a ring of fire, begging for relief from the internal torment he was receiving. Mrs. Rose looked at Randy's tightened butt critically. "I don't think he's trying hard enough, Emily," she commented. "Give him a dozen spanks over the target area to encourage him to try harder. And don't be afraid to make them sting. I've often found that lighting a nice fire outside a boy's bottom encourages greater clenching effort."

Grinning, Emily raised her right hand and began spanking Randy's bare bottom slow and hard, concentrating on a small circle directly over the boy's butt hole. In seconds, he was bawling loudly around the soap, snot puddling on his lip and flowing across the exposed section of the bar. He squeezed his butt as tightly together as he could, both to hold in the increasingly more painful enema and to try to drive out the pain of Emily's enthusiastic blows. By the time she'd given Randy the requisite dozen, the center of the boy's butt was glowing red and his legs were kicking spasmodically as his hands clawed at the air. Emily stopped smacking the boy's butt and looked at her work, smirking. Chad could see she clearly enjoyed inflicting pain on Randy. She shouldn't be enjoying this, he thought to himself. Discipline of a boy, even when it was absolutely necessary, should be something you dislike doing, no something that gets you off. And that's how Emily looked—like she was getting off on it – like she was going to have an orgasm or something over the pleasure of hurting Randy.

Unknown to Chad, he wasn't far from the truth. As Emily contemplated the effect of her joyful spanking of the bare skin of Randy's exposed butt, she was feeling the most marvelous tingle build in her loins, exactly like the tingle she experienced pleasuring herself. She wished she dared let go of the boy's genitals and touch herself to bring the release she craved, but that was out of the question, of course. She consoled herself by enjoying the boy's grunting moans and his tense, perspiring efforts to keep from pooping himself in class in front of everyone. She hoped against hope that he would lose control – she'd love to be the one to administer his genital paddling, failing that, it would be almost as much fun to sit in her front and center position while Mrs. Rose did so! That's what all boys needed – a good paddling on those awful, bulging, dangling little things of theirs!

Mrs. Rose stood contemplating Randy's tightly clenched buttocks, now glowing red in the lower center of their expanse. She walked around to his front section and seized him under his arms, yanking him to his feet and turning him to face the rapt classroom. Randy reached behind him and grabbed both of his buns, one in each hand, and tried to squeeze them together, fighting to hold in the enema as tears streamed down his face and drool seeped out of his mouth around the protruding soap bar. It took only moments for most of the students to notice something had changed since Randy had last stood in front of them. "Hey, his boy thingy is sticking out!" Celeste, the mouthy girl who sat next to Emily, exclaimed loudly.

Chad risked a glance at Randy's crotch. The boy did indeed have a hard on now, and a peculiar sight it was. Only a little over an inch of it protruded from the fat of his groin, the rest of the shaft hiding, but the part that protruded had the most pronounced upward curve Chad had seen on any of the boys he'd seen with erections in the last few weeks. It looked like a fat little hook protruding from his body, a fact noted immediately by Jimmy Chen, who commented, loudly enough for Chad to hear but not loudly enough to be heard at the front of the class, "Wow, you could hang your coat on that!" Of course, Randy's balls weren't any more prominent than before, so his little hook of a penis looked incongruous sticking out of his padded crotch. Risking another look, Chad noted that the upward curve made the tangled skin under the head more visible and prominent than on most boys, and the engorgement of his organ had separated Randy's pee slit slightly, so that it made a small, round, and somewhat unsightly hole instead of neatly closed slit. Overall, it was an ugly little penis, he concluded – ugly enough to give Jimmy Chen's twisted tool a run for its money in an ugly penis contest. He briefly wondered if people ever held ugly penis contests. For the first time in weeks, he actually felt more satisfied with his own organ – it might be small, but it would grow, sooner or later, and at least it was normally shaped and symmetrical, and the pee hole didn't gape open when it was hard.

Meanwhile, a girl closer to the front had picked up Jimmy's comment, and repeated it loudly. "It looks like a hook!" she exclaimed. "You could hang stuff from it!" Despite the intense distress he was feeling from opposite ends of his digestive system, Randy blushed in humiliation at the comment. Emily stood with her towel and tried hooking it over Randy's member, failing on her first try, but, on her second, succeeding in hooking the towel over his projecting penis so that it hung just above the ground. About a third of the class burst into applause at her antics. Mrs. Rose, meanwhile, had walked around to study Randy's face. Emily moved to contemplate his ample backside, deciding it was her duty as the DA to watch for leakage from the enema so she could be the first to announce it. "Having trouble holding it, Mr. Martinez?" Mrs. Rose inquired.

Randy, crying freely and loudly enough to be heard with a mouth full of soap, nodded wildly, his eyes pleading. The towel hung down from his penis, firmly snagged and covering his privates for the moment. Mrs. Rose walked to her desk and rummaged in the bottom drawer. "Let's see if I can help you hold it in – I hate children having accidents of that sort in the classroom," she commented into the open drawer. She came up triumphantly with a roll of duct tape. "Ah hah!" she crowed. "Just the thing. Help me with this, Emily. And remove that ridiculous towel." She peeled off a length of duct tape, directing Emily, who'd unhooked the towel and bared Randy's hooked penis to the class once again, to grasp the other end. Approaching Randy's bottom, she had Emily stick her end to the lower outside of Randy's left bun securely. Pulling tightly so that Randy's chubby cheeks were forced together, she tore the tape off and pressed it tightly to the skin of his right bun, forcing the cheeks together tightly. Shoving Randy's gripping hands aside, two more sections of tape followed in the middle and the lower section of his butt. Smiling triumphantly, Mrs. Rose turned Randy so the class could see that his fat buns were now firmly bound together with duct tape, compressing his butt crack and making his butt narrower but more prominent. As they watched, Randy began bouncing up and down in place, the burn inside him becoming excruciating. His hooked penis was so stiff it bobbed with him, the sensation of burning inside him making it tingle along its entire length. Mrs. Rose put her tape away, replaced the spanking chair, and ignored him for the next few minutes as she sorted through the essays that had been handed in. Emily continued to stare at the juncture of his ample bottom and his legs, hoping to spot leakage. Finally Mrs. Rose looked up. "You may take this lying brat to the boys' bathroom now," she told Emily. "Lead him by the handle both ways. Tear the tape off only when you've got him poised over a toilet – he'll almost certainly start leaking when you do. You, Mr. Martinez, will obey her in everything she says."

Emily, smirking again, grabbed Randy's hook of a penis and gave it a vicious yank, pulling him out of the room and down the hall. Randy, who was capable of making only mincing little steps due to having his butt crack taped together and to the necessity of holding the enema inside, had a hard time keeping up with Emily's strides. She responded to his lagging by pulling his sharply curved penis unmercifully, causing stabs of pain both in the base and head. They'd barely gotten half way there when they came across a 6th grade girl and boy leaving the school office. Emily stopped, let go of Randy's penis so they could see him better, and let the younger children eye Randy from all sides. Randy danced from foot to foot, trying hard not to poo himself. "Why does his butt have tape on it?" the boy asked Emily.

"He's got a whole can of 7-Up up his butt," she explained. "The tape is to keep him from letting it out too early."

"Gosh, what'd he do?" the girl asked.

At the same time, the boy said, "What's wrong with his wiener?"

"He didn't do his report and lied about it," Emily said, as Randy tried to protest the inaccuracy of this but discovered himself unable to do anything but moan with an entire bar of soap in his mouth. "And I don't know what's wrong with the brat's dork – that's just how it looks." She grabbed Randy sharply by his penis and set off down the hall again. When they reached the boys' room she led him boldly in. A 2nd grader who'd stopped in the bathroom on his way back from the office was standing at the urinal peeing little boy style, with his pants and underpants lowered to his knees and his entire underpants area bared. He gaped as Emily entered, then snatched his pants up to try to cover his nudity. "Hey!" he said. "Girls aren't supposed to be in here!" He tried to tuck his penis into his pants and zip it at the same time, resulting in him immediately catching the underside of the head of his penis in his zipper.

"Ahhhhhh!" he squealed. "I'm stuck! You made me catch myself!" He gingerly tried to lower the zipper again, skin cruelly trapped between the zipper teeth. Emily leaned over and yanked the boy's zipper down, freeing his penis in a stab of bright pain that brought an anguished yelp from the little boy. Blood began seeping from his tiny zipper wound.

"I'm bleeding!" the boy wailed. "What'll I do?"

"Better not put it away," Emily said, trying to look serious. "It'll fall off if you don't keep it out in the air until it stops bleeding. You can't cover it up at all. And you have to rub it or it won't stop bleeding. You know how it gets hard sometimes? Well, you have to rub it until it gets hard like that, and don't stop rubbing it until it stops bleeding!"

Behind her, Randy was moaning with greater and greater urgency, trying to push past her her toward a toilet stall. Emily pushed back and kept talking to the little boy, who was looking at the blood oozing from his cut in horror. "Look, if all the blood gets out, it'll fall off! Better start rubbing it right now!" She reached over and folded the front of the boy's pants back on either side, so his little boy genital package was clearly visible, placing his hand on this penis. "Quick, make it hard!" she said. The boy began furiously rubbing the top of his penis, carefully avoiding the injured underside. Despite his injury, it quickly sprang to attention. "Now hurry back to class," Emily said. "So your teacher can make it stop bleeding before all the blood runs out and it falls off. But don't stop rubbing, even for a moment, until it stops bleeding!" she advised, aiming the boy out the door.

The boy hesitated, still rubbing his small penis rapidly. "I can't go outside! They'll see me!"

"If I were you, I'd worry more about keeping it from falling off that about people seeing it! Now hurry – it's looking looser already!" The little boy, looking terrified, fled, still furiously jacking himself as he made his way down the hall, while trying to hold his other hand over his crotch to shield his privates. "Hah," Emily said after he departed. "Let him try to explain THAT to his teacher and anyone else who sees him!"

She turned back to the dancing Randy, who was holding his butt with both hands and trying not to poop down his leg. His insides felt like they were on fire now, and the fire blazed all the way out to his butt hole. A little spurt of pressure rose and fell inside him, and he felt wetness between his buns, which he was able to contain only by powerfully squeezing his butt muscles and holding his butt with both hands. Despite the shame of having to perform in front of her, Randy was so eager to be rid of the enema fluid that he urged her into a stall and hovered over it, sticking his butt out so she could pull the tapes. Emily took her time removing them, enjoying his wincing as the tape pulled at his delicate skin. As she pulled the last one free, Randy collapsed on the toilet, fluid pouring out of him in a gush even before he'd gotten completely seated. He moaned loudly as the fluid burned his sore, irritated butt crack and made his anal orifice feel like it was on fire. Emily watched him impassively. Boys were so disgusting, she thought. Even if they poop like girls do, they make it look grosser.

Emily reached over and flushed the toilet to clear it as Randy continued to hunch over it, moaning, tears streaming down his face and soapy drool soaking his chest. "Lean back and spread you legs," she ordered. "Mrs. Rose said I had to watch you." Randy shook his head vigorously, hunching over the toilet. "Look, I don't care if she paddles your baby balls," Emily said. "I'd love to see her do it! I'll just tell her you didn't cooperate in the bathroom!"

Humiliated to the very core, but completely at her mercy, Randy grudgingly leaned back and separated his legs, his little hook of a wiener still arching skyward. Snot dripping off of his face fell, landing on the head of it and oozing down the shaft to puddle where the shaft entered his groin. Liquid had stopped flowing out of him, but the skin under his anus and between his legs still burned as moisture dripped off of it. He wanted to get up and somehow indicate that he was done to get this current humiliation over with, but his body had other ideas. A sharp cramp forced him to bear down, and he voided the semi-solid contents of his bowels, followed by more solid material. Cramps made him unable to stop until it was all out, despite the total humiliation of knowing he was pooping, actually pooping, with a girl he disliked intensely watching him. Emily watched with revulsion but unable to take her eyes away until Randy, wheezing through his nose and still crying, stopped his abdominal straining and sagged against the flush pipes at the back of the toilet bowl.

"You boys are so disgusting," Emily said, flushing the toilet under him again to remove the unsightly contents. "Get up and bend over so I can wipe you!" She guided him out of the stall and turned him butt toward the door.

Still crying and drooling even more copiously now, Randy stood up and bent double. Just then, Chad's brother Tommy and another 6th grader, Lee Fitzroy, walked through the door, having stopped to pee on their way back from taking boxes of paperwork to the office from their classroom. They stopped dead in the doorway, mouths gaping, at the sight of a thin, older girl in this exclusive male sanctum, standing beside a chubby boy wearing no clothing at all, not even the school shirt, and bent at the waist, his wide butt partially spread open. Randy, hearing them enter, started to straighten up.

"I said bend over, you little pig," Emily said crossly. "Don't pay any attention to those little scrotes! Reach back and spread your butt apart like you did in class – You have to be wiped! Remember what happens if you don't cooperate."

Having no choice, Randy did as he was told, spreading his wide butt cheeks until his soiled crack and butt hole showed. "Man!" Lee Fitzroy commented, looking at Randy's spread bottom. "Gross," Tommy muttered at the same time.

Emily, holding a wad of toilet paper, looked over her shoulder at them. She tossed the paper at Tommy. "Here, you do it! You little scrotes seem to like looking at naked boys, you might as well wipe him, too! Are all you boys gay?"

"Let's go," Tommy Henson muttered, turning toward the door again.

"Freeze!" Emily said in a commanding voice. Shocked by the tone of her voice and used to obeying females, both boys stopped in their tracks. "I know who you are," she said, ignoring the still bent and spread Randy. "You're Mircrodick's brother," she said, looking at the tousled- haired Tommy, "and you're Noballs," she added, looking at the dark-skinned Lee. Lee Fitzroy blushed, so deeply that even in his very dark skin it was obvious. The fact that he suffered from undescended testes which, his parents and doctor hoped, would come down on their own with the start of puberty was now common knowledge throughout the school, and had led to his new nickname.

Emily fixed them with a steely glare. "You came in to pee, didn't you? So where are you going? You wipe this pig's butt, and then you pee. Believe me, I won't be looking at you. The last thing I want to see is your disgusting little dorks. You boys all think you're such hot stuff because you have those little things! You don't know how ugly and disgusting we girls think you look." She turned back to Randy, eyeing his posterior with distaste. "Now wipe his butt like I told you to, and then pee and get out of here! Unless you want me to report to your teacher that you were sucking on Noballs' dick when I came in," she added nastily. Tommy and Lee looked at each other with horror – even if Mrs. Johnson didn't necessarily believe this nasty-tempered girl, a rumor like that would fly all over the school and at least some kids would believe it. Tommy already had enough problems with people teasing him about his brother's oral activities. He stepped forward and began dabbing at the mess oozing down toward the wrinkled patch that covered Randy's still invisible testes. Lee walked around him and got more toilet paper, handing him wads as he used them and flushing the soiled ones that Tommy tossed artfully into the bowl. After the fifth wad of toilet paper, Emily gave Tommy the baby wipes Mrs. Rose had given her, and Tommy wiped Randy down thoroughly with them, trying to make the boy's nether regions clean enough to satisfy Emily's standards. Randy began moaning even more loudly as the alcohol irritated his sore skin.

Finally, Tommy straightened up. "He's as clean as I can get him," he said, rushing to the sink to wash his own hands. "Dang, still no towels," he said, wiping his hands on his pants. "Come on, Lee, let's go."

"I thought you came in here to pee," Emily said, her arms crossed.

"Uhhhhhh, we didn't come in to pee," Lee said quickly. "We, uh, we came in to wash our hands."

"Yeah," Tommy chimed in. "We had to carry a dusty box to the office and we need to wash our hands." He nudged Lee and motioned at the sink. Lee hastened over to wash his own hands. Tommy, meanwhile, having only seen Randy's big butt up to that point, examined Randy from the side closely, noting, for the first time, the bar of soap in his face, just visible between his lips. "What'd he do?" he asked.

Emily couldn't help sharing her triumph. "He didn't turn in his big report and then lied about it, so he got a big tube shoved up his dirty butt and got a 7-Up enema. He also got a bar of soap for his dirty mouth."

"He's all red," Lee Fitzroy commented. "You know, back there."

"Probably never wipes his butt – it's so big he probably can't reach it," Emily said with malice.

"Looks like he doesn't have any balls, either," Tommy added with just a flicker of a glance at Lee. He regretted it the instant the words came out of his mouth. Lee looked hurt and stared at the ground.

"Unlike some people," Emily said, smirking at Lee, "he's got 'em. They're just hidden in all the fat that covers his body. "Feel free to poke him and see."

"No, thanks," Tommy said.

"We gotta go," Lee said.

"You can straighten up, Fleadork," she said to Randy. "We're all sick of looking at your disgusting butt hole."

Randy quickly straightened up, as he had found the bent over position very uncomfortable as well as humiliating. He continued facing away from the two 6th graders, unable to look at them in his shame at having his butt wiped by them like a toddler.

"Turn around," Emily commanded. "You might as well let them look at you, they're going to see you at lunch, anyway. Everyone will."

Randy's heart sank. Of course they'd see him at lunch. He was going up on the punishment platform at lunch, to eat bread and warm water and sit with his genitals on display the way Chad and Jimmy and Alan and various other boys had been forced to do before him. Because his rectum still burned, his little hooked penis was still hard, jutting toward the sky like a "this way up" sign. Tommy suppressed a giggle at the sight of it. And he'd thought Chad was poorly hung! And talk about ugly! If there were homelier looking dicks than that, he didn't want to see them! He tried to imagine it in a year or so, bigger and with hair on it but still sharply curved like a hook. What girl would like that? His own dick was straight and normal-looking. This kid could scare a girl right into virginity!

Tommy glanced up at Randy's face and immediately looked away. Randy looked so pitiful and hopeless with his mouth still wrapped around a bar of soap, soapy drool streaking his chest and gathering on his boy boobs, and tears and snot covering his face and dripping off his chin. Sudden recognition struck Tommy. This smirking, boy hating girl was Emily Gitt! The one they called Emily the Bitch, or just Bitchy for short. She certainly appeared to deserve her name as she stood lording her position over the humiliated Randy. He suddenly had more sympathy for his brother, who had to deal with her on a daily basis, and who not so long ago had been forced to lie over her lap and let her spank his bare butt until he cried like a baby. And then Chad had to go back to school and look her in the eyes the next day, knowing the position he'd been in!

Somewhat frightened by the hungry, cruel look in Emily's eyes, Tommy and Lee quickly departed, still wiping their hands on their pants. Emily took Randy by his penis, squeezed until he gasped around the soap, and led him back out into the halls and back to the classroom. Frustrating Randy's hope for a quick trip to the classroom, they immediately encountered an 8th grade girl, who looked at Randy with great interest. Emily stopped and released Randy's penis, so the girl could see and appreciate his entire genital package.

"Now why did I think that your people had macho burritos?" the girl finally said after staring at Randy's crotch. Randy, already blushing with humiliation, colored more at the ethnic slur to his boyhood. His parents had been in America since the early Spanish days of the southwest, which made him more of an American than most of the people who produced slurs like this. He didn't know any Mexicans, he didn't speak Spanish, and his favorite food was pizza. But people always assumed he'd just crawled over the border because of his appearance! Had he not been entirely naked and sporting a mouthful of soap, he might have replied hotly back to the girl, but in his current position he could only stare at the floor.

"It's not even a taquito," the 8th grader added. "Maybe it's a little jalapeño pepper – they have bent tips like that."

"It's not hot, so it can't be a jalapeño," Emily said slyly. "It's more like a donkey turd that got squeezed off as it came out."

"I like the soap in the mouth thing," the girl said. "It's just what most boys need."

Randy, his digestive system upset, suddenly released a brief but loud burst of gas. Coloring in anger, Emily glared at him. "You think you can fart at me, Fleadork?" Her hand swooped down and made a fingertip circle around his scrotal wrinkles, pushing in sharply until she'd trapped his small, hidden testes between her fingernails. Yanking, she pulled him rapidly down the hallway, so that he had to stumble to catch up or risk her tearing at his vulnerable balls.

Randy was deposited into the corner chair as soon as they returned, but not until the soap had been removed from his mouth and he'd been forced to apologize hoarsely to the class and Mrs. Rose for failing to complete his assignment, for lying, and for them having to view his disgusting privates and bottom during his discipline. He raged inwardly at being forced to apologize for lying and finishing the assignment -- he wasn't lying! But with his vulnerable genitals threatened, he had little choice. Mrs. Rose gave Emily wipes to clean Randy's face and chest, which she did as roughly as possible. She cleaned his chest and stomach by facing him toward the class and standing behind him, working her way down until she was just above his genital region, then circling his hook of a penis with the wipe and scrubbing him using the masturbatory motions she'd seen Chad use two weeks before. Despite his utter humiliation at having his penis handled in front of everyone, Randy's body responded to her touch, and he engaged in two involuntary hip thrusts while she was cleaning him. To his combined relief and disappointment, however, Emily stopped just as the pressure that signaled release was starting to build inside of him, leaving his penis pulsing several times after she released it, much to the enjoyment of the class. He was given back his shirt but nothing else and sent to the corner, where he sat there staring stolidly at the wall, the soap still burning his mouth and throat and his insides, butt hole, and butt crack still burning enough to almost bring him to tears again. He was still raging inside at the unfairness of his punishment, and wondering over and over again what had happened to his paper in its bright blue folder.