Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 59

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 59
by Chadlad

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Chapter 59: Getting Down to Fundamentals

Emily went white and swayed back and forth for a few moments. Meanwhile, her mother had settled herself in Emily's own chair, which was only a couple of feet from where Emily was standing. "I believe this seat will do nicely, dear, don't you?" she said sweetly to her trembling daughter. "I'll be right here when I can give the young man advice on the best way to handle you. We all want you to remember this day for a long, long time." She smiled at Chad. "I assume, young Chad, that you're one of the boys to whom the board referred to when they said that some of the young men she victimized would be involved in her chastisement? That's excellent – poetic justice, if you will. I'm sure you've covered poetic justice in your English classes?" She winked at Chad, then let her gaze travel down to his diaper-clad bottom half. Chad cringed a bit as she smiled at his state. "Oh, don't be so sensitive," she said. "So you've got a bit of a bladder control problem," she added sweetly. "Boys wet themselves all the time! You all have a lot more trouble with that sort of thing than girls. Although I'd wear pants over the diaper if I were you – makes it less noticeable."

"He wet his pants," Emily's co-conspirator said from the seat next to Mrs. Gitt. She turned that direction.

"I know you, young lady," she said. "You're one of the girls who aided my daughter in disgracing the family name, aren't you? I recognized you immediately in the photo they showed us this morning. Don't worry, you'll get credit for your part in this. I called your mother from the school office just a few minutes ago and explained the whole thing to her. I believe she said something about a young lady receiving a good old fashioned bare-bottomed tail warming when she got home. She said something about inviting over her sister and the young lady's cousins so they could benefit from the lesson, too – I believe she said their names were Jeremy and Matty?"

The girl's eyes got big and she let out a little whimper. "She wouldn't… she couldn't…" the girl gasped. "Not in front of the squirts! They're boys..." She let her face fall into her arms and sat there hunched over, whimpering softly and unable to meet the eager gaze of any of her classmates. Mrs. Gitt turned back to Chad. "Don't be afraid to give this all you've got," she said conversationally. "Although I doubt that's all that much. You're a bit of a spindly-looking lad if I have to admit it. No testosterone in you at all! Are you sure you're up to giving my wayward daughter exactly what she needs? Perhaps that sturdy looking lad by the door could take a hand instead – he looks like he could give her a run for her money." She nodded approvingly at Joey Turpin, who flashed her a charming smile. "What do you say, Rambo? Think you can step in if Chad here can't go the distance."

"Sure, Mrs. G.," Joey said conversationally, like he talked to adults about spanking their daughters all the time. "I'm right here if you need me."

Mrs. Rose stepped in. "Mr. Turpin is not authorized by the board for this disciplinary action," she said icily. "I doubt he has the temperament for it."

Mrs. Gitt gave Joey a bit of a smile. "Too bad," she said. She turned back and examined Chad. "Well, what you lacks for in size I'm sure you can make up for in enthusiasm." She turned back to Emily, who was overcoming her initial shock and was opening her mouth to say something. "Not another word, Sugarbuns," she said. You will receive the punishments assigned to you by the school. You will receive all of them, in exactly the form the school has specified. And you will cooperate fully with everyone involved, including Mrs. Rose, the boys who will be punishing you, and anyone else who is called upon to play a role in this drama. Because if you disobey, you will suffer more serious consequences."

She reached down into her purse and fished around, producing a small tool. "I had a lovely talk on the phone yesterday with the mother of another student in this class," she said sweetly. "A Mrs. Delvecchio. A charming woman. Mrs. Rose recommended I talk to her about her own experiences with wayward children and school punishments, and I'm so glad I did. She also suggested I talk to dear Chad's mother, but no one answered the phone at his house all afternoon. By the way, which one of you is Alan?" She scanned the class. Alan gingerly raised his hand, an unnecessary gesture because everyone had turned to look at him. "Such a handsome boy," Mrs. Gitt commented. "Lots of potential in the boy department, too, I hear. But all going to waste, I'm told. Seems like the other team gets all the good ones." She smiled at Alan's bashful lowering of his eyes. "Oh, don't be so ashamed, young man. I can understand you liking boys the best – I like them best, too." She turned back to look at Emily, holding the metal tool in her hand up so everyone could see it clearly. "Anyway, Mrs. Delvecchio loaned me this. Quite a lovely little bit of workmanship. In fact, Mr. Henson, I believe that you've had personal experience with its effects."

She turned the device so Chad and Emily could see all sides of it. For a long moment, Chad was sure his heart had stopped beating, but then it began thumping powerfully as emotion surged through him. He shuddered. Yes, he'd had personal experience with it. In fact, the ring he now proudly wore through his frenulum passed through the hole that this wicked little device had made in him. Memory surged through him and overwhelmed him. He was tied to the board in Tommy's classroom, his balls swollen and distended from being struck hard repeatedly with a kicked soccer ball, the throbbing ache almost all he was aware of. His mother had produced the tool, held the cold steel against his penis, and then sharp pain had overwhelmed him as he'd felt that needle punch through his skin. The ache had lasted for days afterward while it was healing, an ache so powerful he'd been unable to masturbate for more than a week, a period of time when he'd become so horny that he'd had erections most of the time, and kept dreaming about wanting to touch his penis but not being able to reach it, or about suddenly discovering bees were stinging it. He almost smiled when he remembered finally getting up the courage to stroke the top of his penis to a head-shattering orgasm despite the occasional shooting pain from the underside of his organ. He'd squirted a jet of watery semen up onto the middle of his chest, a performance he'd never duplicated since even after the hole had healed and touching the spot where the ring entered had become tickly rather than painful.

"It's a device for placing rings in one's body parts," Mrs. Gitt went on, oblivious to both Chad's and her daughter's reactions. "Any body parts. Any at all." She fixated Emily with a glare. "Like the openings to places, or places where knobs or flaps of skin project. So if my wayward daughter-slash-son fails to comply at any point today with the school's well-justified punishments, I'm going to use it somewhere embarrassing and delicate, if you get my drift," she said, her eyes glinting. "And if you disobey again, I'll use it somewhere similar, and then somewhere else if need be. There's no end to such places on the delicate parts of either boys or girls, you know. You could end up looking like a pin cushion." She put the pliers-like device on Emily's desk in plain sight. "Perhaps young Chad could fill you in on how having a steel needle punch through a delicate body part feels," she added. "No?" she said to Chad's silence. "Well, you can probably imagine. So I suggest that you let the young man undress you completely, Sugarbuns, and that you get obediently over his lap and stay there until you are told to get up. And then I suggest you do whatever else is required of you for the rest of the day – I'm going to be here for all of it." She picked up the pliers, opened them, and then closed them abruptly, causing both Chad and Emily to step back simultaneously. She smiled sweetly at them. "I believe that should be clear enough," she finished.

Emily shuddered, and then couldn't stop shuddering. Chad stared at her, amazed at how much she was shaking. She looked like she was having some sort of fit.

"Well, Mr. Henson? Shall we get on with it?" Mrs. Rose said archly. She gestured at Emily's school shirt. Chad jumped, then reached for Emily's shirt tail again. Emily was still holding the shirt by the sides, her eyes on her mother. Mrs. Gitt calmly lifted the ring pliers, slowly, deliberately opening and closing the handles, watching the needle pass through the corresponding hole on the far side of the jaws. Emily looked away, releasing her grip and allowing Chad to lift her shirt up. The whole class gaped as first Emily's stomach, then her white, lacy bra came into view as Chad lifted the shirt over her head, then dragging Emily's arms out in front of her and then sliding the shirt off her arms. Emily crossed her arms over her bra to at least partially conceal her bosom. Chad had only a brief glimpse of small but shapely mounds on her chest before his view was cut off, but he didn't mind – the bra was coming off soon, anyway, and they'd all see everything, he thought. In the tight confines of the diaper, his penis twitched and hardened uncomfortably. He folded the shirt neatly and dropped it into the box. He reached for her skirt waistband, an easy task with Emily's arms crossed over her breasts. Emily flinched and let out a little whimper, but at a glare from her mother she held still and allowed Chad to slip his hands along her flanks, digging under the waist band for a good grip. Her body felt warm and alive to Chad, and surprisingly hard as well. Finally grasping the top of the school uniform skirt, Chad began inching it down, savoring the sight as the top of lacy blue panties came into view. He had to stretch the skirt to pull it over the curve of her hips, enjoying the smooth lines of the panties as they were revealed, a smooth triangle that dipped down between her thighs covering the flat pubic mound of females that Chad found so much more interesting in underwear than the bulges of boys. As her skirt cleared her buttocks, it slipped easily down to a puddle at her feet. Chad, leaning over to slip it off, was suddenly face to face with blue cotton panties snuggly hugging feminine hips. Well, not really that feminine, he decided, staring. Not all that different from those of his brother, or Gabriel, or a thousand other boys, except for the total lack of a crotch bulge in front. He eyed it critically, trying to imagine what it was hiding underneath.

"You might want to pick that up, dear," Mrs. Gitt said from the front row. "Plenty of time to eye my daughter's rather modest curves when you're completely done undressing her, don't you think?" she added. "I fear, though, you're going to be disappointed in the results."

Guiltly, Chad tore his eyes from the girl's flat pubic triangle and the snug panties and bent to retrieve the skirt, which Emily had mechanically stepped out of after a threatening gesture from her mother. What did Mrs. Gitt mean by that last remark? How could he ever be disappointed to see a naked girl, especially up close like this? The fact that it was Emily Gitt who was going to be naked did put a bit of a damper on his ardor, but still, girl parts were girl parts and naked was naked. He straightened up, holding the skirt in his hands. For a moment he thought he saw a ripple in the fabric in her crotch, perhaps just a hint of – what did they call it? Donkey foot? Pig toes? No, camel toe, that was it! He could swear, just for an instant, that he'd seen the light blue panties outline the lips of the furrow she must, like all girls, possess between her legs. But it was gone again in moments, and he clumsily tried to fold the skirt, finally just wadding it up and tossing it in the box. He looked at Emily awkwardly. "Should I do her bottom next?" he asked Mrs. Rose hesitantly. "She's covering her top."

"Arms behind head, Mr. Gitt!" Mrs. Rose ordered. "And keep them there!"

Appearing to be fighting herself, Emily jerkily stopped hugging her breasts and put her arms in the prescribed position, giving Chad and the class their first good look at Emily clad only in bra and panties. Her breasts looked firm under the cloth, and not big but definitely shapely, and her position with her hands behind her head made them jut out more. Chad was already wondering what they'd be like freed from the bra. Would they sag with gravity, or point up perkily? Both thoughts had his little penis throbbing. "Well, Mr. Henson?" Mrs. Rose said. "We're waiting."

Chad looked at the bra. There were no catches or fasteners of any sort in the front he could see. He leaned over and looked at the back. There was some sort of catch there, thought. But it was hidden under the cloth itself. He touched it tentatively with his hand, and Emily flinched and then steadied as her mother looked significantly down at the ring pliers. Chad reached up with his other hand, too, trying to figure out the catches. They looked like little hooks, he decided. He tried pulling the two haves of the straps in opposite directions, and, to his surprise, they separated easily, the bra parting in back and the straps dropping down. Suddenly, though the bra still hung from Emily's shoulders, it sagged. Chad was startled when two round, white, pillowly objects fell from the front and landed on the floor, making him jump back in alarm. Looking down, along with the rest of the front row, he was puzzled by a pair of what appeared to be a pair of soft, white little pillows. Mrs. Gitt followed his gaze. "You'll have to pick those up, too, dear," she said evenly. "And you'll have to slide the bra off her arms, so she'll have to move them briefly from behind her head." Chad looked away from the puffs of cloth on the floor and back to where the bra hung loosely, still covering his view of the girl's bare breasts. There was something wrong there – the whole thing seemed less substantial than it had before. He hastened to remove it, eager for his first sight of Emily's bare "puppies," as Cassidy had called them. After another threatening gesture from her mother, Emily let him pull each bra strap over an arm. Her face was flushed a mottled crimson, he noticed as he pulled the bra eagerly toward him, his eyes eagerly seeking out their first sight of her now bared chest. As they did, he almost dropped the bra in shock. Her tits were gone! Where she'd had shapely mounds he'd been eager to see, she now had little more than oversized, conical nipple projections on an otherwise boyish chest.

"What happened to her tit..her breasts?" Jimmy Chen exclaimed. Mrs. Rose didn't even look at him, staring at Emily with disdain instead. Chad had the same question on his mind. Her boobs, always seemingly in his face, were gone all of the sudden! She didn't have any! Well, not much! Under the bra, Emily's chest sported two cone-shaped nipples that protruded pinkly for about an inch, but no real breast tissue at all. Aside from the bulging, protruding nipples and the red areolas surrounding them, she was almost as flat chested as himself!

"She's padded her bra!" Cindy exclaimed. "And not just a little padded – a lot padded! It's almost all padding! She's got to have the flattest chest in class! Well, besides the boys, that is." Emily's face was scarlet with humiliation as she struggled to keep erect with her hands behind her head. She was bare chested in front of all of them, and now they all knew her secret! They were looking at her tits, all of them, her flat, boyish tits that refused to grow and, on their own, only made embarrassing little points in her shirts. She'd started padding her bras last year, making her tits gradually appear bigger and bigger to match the more shapely girls, hoping that real growth would occur any day and replace the need for padding. But it hadn't happened. And now all those piggy-eyed boys were looking at her tits with mixtures of interest and scorn, and the girls with open derision! She made move to cover herself, but Mrs. Rose barked "Hands behind head, Mr. Gitt!" as soon as she had the thought.

Chad couldn't keep silent, despite his past bad experiences with speaking out. "I can't believe it," he muttered. "You made fun of my boy parts and called me underdeveloped! And look at you! You hardly look like a girl!"

"I'll say," Jimmy Chen said. "Randy has bigger bazongas than Sweetbuns!"

"Language, Mr. Chen…" Mrs. Rose said warningly. Jimmy clapped his mouth shut and tried to look virtuous. Mrs. Rose turned her attention to Chad, who was now holding the bra in his hand loosely and gaping at Emily's bare chest. "Mr. Henson? Oh, Mr. Henson? Task at hand?" she said sarcastically.

Chad's head snapped around, a guilty expression on his face. Mrs. Rose pointed at the floor. Chad dropped the bra in the box and scurried to pick up the little white pillows, surprised at the residual body heat he could feel in them. These were on her tits! he told himself. On Emily's actual tits! Well, actually, they were her tits, weren't they? At least, they were what he'd thought was her tits. He could still see the cone-shaped depressions in each one. His penis lurched in his diaper, unhappy to be trapped pointing downward. He dropped the pads in the box and looked back at her chest. He couldn't help it, he still found looking at them exciting. He wanted to touch them, to see how the pointy tips felt. Small for a girl, yes, but they were certainly a lot bigger and more prominent than his own pale, barely protruding nipples. In some ways, they were a little like small, barely projecting penises, only in these case they were penises he'd cheerfully suck.

He brought his thoughts up short. This was Emily he was thinking about sucking the tits of – Emily Gitt! The girl who'd loved blistering his butt in front of everyone! Touching her pubescent tits and sucking on them should be the last thing he wanted to do!

Emily, flushed with embarrassment, her pointed little nipples hardening in the cool air, stood clad only in her blue panties. She flinched once again as Chad approached her, stretching his hands toward her final covering. She tried one last appeal. "Please, mother," she said hoarsely. "Not that, please! I know I have to be punished. But please, not bare! They'll all see me! All of them, even the boys with their piggy little eyes! They shouldn't see me! It's not right for boys to see girls naked! It's not right!"

Her mother just smiled. "But you're not a girl, dear," she said. "Not for the rest of the week. You're a boy, and my understanding is that you yourself argued that boys rightfully should be stripped naked prior to punishment. In fact, I believe you said that they should have to go naked all the time, so that we could see how ridiculous their little things look! I think that's an exact quote."

"Sounds like her," Jimmy Chen piped up.

"I've certainly heard her say that," Cynthia added.

"Well then," Mrs. Gitt said. "There's no reason to hesitate. Let's clear the decks completely and get on with the work! You shouldn't have any trouble operating those, young man. Other than the lack of a fly, they work pretty much like your own." She pointed to the lacy blue panties. Emily flinched again as Chad approached, and Chad drew back again. "Go ahead," Mrs. Gitt urged. "I don't know what you've heard, but she doesn't have any teeth down there. Stand behind her while you take them off, dear, so that you don't block the view."

The class laughed at her tooth remark. Emily trembling violently now, her face a deep crimson. "No," she said softly. Chad stepped behind her as instructed. "No, please no," Emily said again, as she felt Chad's hands touch her side, his fingertips dig in under the waistband and pull it out enough to get a good grip. Jimmy Chen began a soft drum roll on his desk top with his hands, a drum roll soon taken up by Big Sam in the back of the room. When Mrs. Rose glanced at them tolerantly and looked away, they increased the volume of their efforts. So it was to their accompaniment that Chad slowly lowered Emily Gitt's panties, giving the entire class their first unobstructed view of the girl's genitals as the crumpled cloth cleared her pubic triangle and Chad squatted to tug it downward.

The class leaned forward simultaneously, just as they had done when Chad had first been bared 2 weeks beforehand, and as had been the case then, there was a period of silence, a period during which Chad was able to get the panties down to her ankles, filling his eyes full of views of her bare butt from inches away as he did. Emily flushed down to the middle of her chest, looking at the ground, unable to meet anyone's eyes. They could see her, all of her! It had been funny, hilarious, even, when Chad Henson had stood in this position with his little donger sticking out like an elevator button over his corrugated sack, but it wasn't funny now. Her secret place, her Mons Venus, as her mother sometimes called it, was wide open to their piggy, prying eyes, and every boy and girl in the class, even her worried-looking co-conspirator, was looking.

And they could see it all. Because Emily Gitt had only a smattering of pubic hair, a light scattering of down covering her pubic triangle. Her vulva was thus clearly visible, a dividing gash between her legs with unruly dark pink tissue sticking untidily out of it here and there. Her pussy lips had never been good about hiding as was the case with all the other little girls – they'd always projected raggedly like that, giving the impression that someone had left hastily and hadn't taken care to make the bed or tidy up. But that wasn't the worst of it. No, the worst of it had developed only over the last year, with the onset of puberty. The bump of tissue at the top of her slit, the little split bump that got hard when she rubbed it, had grown substantially with the onset of her first pubic hairs, so that now her clitoris made a prominent little lump that always stuck out past her pussy lips like a tiny miniature penis – not all that much smaller in length than Chad's penis in its button state in fact (although much less wide, of course, and still split on the bottom side to embrace either side of her slit). It sagged out enough to be seen, totally unlike the pictures of prepubertal girls in the "growing up" books, whose pussies were neat little slits with nothing protruding from them at all. She'd been so ashamed of her ugly genitals ever since she'd first starting noticing them. She hated the way her clitoris stuck out, the way her pussy lips protruded all raggedy and messy, hated the fine pubic hair that made her look like an animal and that her mother wouldn't let her shave off. And now they were seeing it, all of them! Every piggy-eyed, disgusting little worm-dicked boy in the room was looking at her privates! Had it been possible to die of shame, Emily Gitt would shortly have been bound for the morgue.

"Come on, Emily, lift your feet," Chad said into the silence. Emily numbly let him prod up one foot and then the other, stripping off her underpants and adding them to the pile in the box. He moved to one side as he did, so that he, too could view her vulva. His mouth dropped open at the sight. He'd been picturing something like Chandra's hairless, girlish furrow, not this ragged beast. He licked his lips and shut his mouth again, continuing to stare. She was so – so uneven! Messy, even! And what was that little penis thing at the top of her split? There was shifting and rustling as kids changed angles to get a better view.

Finally S. F. spoke up. "Mrs. Rose, I don't understand," he said plaintively. "I thought the school board was just saying Emily's a boy so we can spank her."

"That is essentially correct, Mr. Farlow," Mrs. Rose said. "And the student you're speaking of should properly be called Emile. So what was your question?"

S. F. looked puzzled. "So how come she looks so much like a boy. I mean, not everywhere, but in some places? Like she doesn't have any hoo-haws, and she's got a thingy like a boy."

"Words, Mr. Farlow, words!" Mrs. Rose cautioned. "We don't use imprecise terms like 'thingy' and 'hoo-haws' in my classroom."

"A p- p- penis, then," S. F. stuttered nervously. "How come she has a thing like a p- p- penis?"

Mrs. Rose scanned the classroom. "Perhaps," she said, "this would be a good time to expand you children's knowledge of the wide variations of anatomy of different children, as we are not likely to have a living subject quite like this one available again anytime soon. Let me get my pointer, and we'll begin." She moved ponderously to the board and returned with the stick in question, the same one she'd use to lift first Chad's and then Joey's penises when she'd made the humiliating comparison between the two of them. "Mr. Henson, would you please stand behind Mr. Gitt and steady him during the demonstration? Just circle his body with your arms in the stomach area, so you don't block our view." Chad stepped behind Emily and pressed his body against the back of hers, gingerly slipping his arm around her stomach. Her bare skin felt hot to the touch against his arm, and he could feel the heat from the heat from her back against his chest even through his shirt. He tried to avoid contact with her now bare buttocks, but it was impossible – he solved the problem by turning his hips slightly sideways, so that he couldn't be accused of pressing his diaper clad genitals against her. Emily shivered at his touch but kept her hands behind her head as ordered. A tear slipped out of her right eye and trailed down her cheek.

Mrs. Rose nodded at Chad with approval. "Very good, Mr. Henson. Now hold still, Mr. Gitt, so that the lesson can commence unhindered." She aimed her pointer first at Emily's chest.

"Despite being officially listed as a boy on our school roster, Mr. Gitt shows very early pubertal grown of the feminine pattern in the breast area. Enlargement of the nipple like this is cause for concern in boys, but normal for the first stage of puberty in girls. Growth of more substantial breast tissue may come in immediately after, or, as appears to be the case in this instance, lag until late in development. In that respect, it is not unlike the lagging penile development Mr. Henson showed us all awhile back. But although his recent growth of hair suggests that Mr. Henson will not have to deal with the shame of his infantile penis and scrotum much longer, it looks like it will be some time before Mr. Gitt shows substantial breast growth if ever."

She shifted the pointer to Emily's crotch. "Note the small scattering of thin pubic hair in the pubic triangle, and the fact that the hairs themselves are straight, not curved. Here, again, we have evidence that, despite his clothed appearance before, Mr. Gitt is only in the very early stages of puberty, and thus is lagging behind many of you other children, especially you girls. It just goes to show how much clothing hides of our bodies."

Mrs. Rose paused reflectively. Chad, who had been leaning his head around so that he could follow up close Mrs. Rose's examination of his hated enemy's body, couldn't help but agree. Clothes did hide a lot, and give false appearances. He'd always thought that boys' and girls' legs met their bodies in a neat vee, for example, but that was only an impression created by the clothing itself. Once stripped of their covering, it was obvious that the legs were separated by several inches where they exited the body, leaving a space you could see through on everyone he'd seen so far except the obese Randy Martinez. On the boys, this space was filled by bulging or dangling scrotums, whereas on the two girls he'd seen, first Chandra and now Emily, this space was open and dipped in invitingly to the middle of the vulva.

Clothing made the body look more angular and uniform, too. With their clothing off, both boys and girls looked more s-shaped – the middle of their backs curving in quite extensively, then jutting out again to the prominent, outward-curving buttocks. Shirts, at least the loose school shirts at their middle school, hid this curve, made the back look straight and the buttocks less jutting and prominent. But stripped of her shirt and pants, Emily Git looked positively sway-backed. Her buttocks jutted prominently, her back curved at the top and curved in again above the buttocks, and the whole impression was one of complex curves and bony prominences. Ribs protruded from under her skin, and knobs of vertebrae projected from her back. Yes, Chad thought, clothing hid a lot. He'd have sworn Emily had breasts as big as Cynthia's, or maybe bigger. He glanced at Cynthia, sitting starkly erect and bright-eyed, her developing breasts thrust out as if enjoying the contrast with Emily's underdeveloped chest. His hard penis twitched again in his diaper as he imagined holding her naked form, with those soft breasts pressing the back of his encircling hand. Emily, by contrast, was a toad.

Mrs. Rose continued her comparative anatomy lesson. "Here, class, we see genitals that are within the female pattern despite Mr. Gitt's current sex assignment. This division between the legs is called the vulva when it appears on females. Some people call it a vagina, but the vagina is actually an internal structure that can't normally be seen from the outside. In this particular example, the inner lips of the vulva protrude, something that is found in most women but not so commonly in younger girls. When it does appear on young girls, it may be due to early sexual experience, excessive masturbation of a violent sort, or it may just be genetic variation in humans."

"Couldn't be sex with a guy," Jimmy muttered to Cynthia. He'd slipped into Chad's chair to be closer to the action, so he was directly next to her. "No guy would go near that."

"Don't be silly, you'd do it in a heartbeat," Cynthia said. "You'd do it with a goat or a hole in the ground if you had the chance."

Jimmy grinned at her. "You're right," he said. "But I'd be ashamed afterward. Of doing Emily, not the goat."

Mrs. Rose frowned in their direction, knowing some irreverent exchange had just between the two occurred in the rows, but not what it was. She went on. "Now let us consider this structure, at the top of the vulva, where boys have penises of varying sizes. Girls have a structure here called a clitoris." She pronounced the word with an accent on the first syllable, so that it sounded like "KLIT-ur-us." She paused again, taking in puzzlement among some of the girls. "Some people call it a clitoris," she added, this time pronouncing the word with an accent on the second syllable, so that it came out "klit-TOR-us." "Although this latter pronunciation is currently fashionable, perhaps because it sounds more exotic, the word is itself Latin, and was originally pronounced with an accent on the first syllable. It's rather like the current trend of pronouncing the name of the 7th planet 'YUR-uh-nus,' rather than "yur-RA-nus."

Several boys laughed at this, and more grinned. Mrs. Rose frowned. "I've never thought we should alter the English language just because a bunch of hooligans have disgusting minds." She waved the pointer, touching the tip to Emily's oversized example of the organ in question. Emily tried to back away, but Chad was behind her and blocked her by tightening his grip on her stomach and pushing his diaper-clad front against her bare behind. As he was considerably shorter than her, though, his penis didn't make contact with her buttocks even through his diaper – instead, her buttocks pressed against his lower stomach. He blocked any further backward movement, and Mrs. Rose managed to press directly on the organ in question. "The clitoris is the source of sexual excitement and orgasm in females, just as the tip of the penis is the source of sexual excitement and orgasm in males, and like a penis, it becomes stiff and hard if stimulated." Several boys giggled at this, and Mrs. Rose silenced them with a glare. "The clitoris often protrudes from its hood when it is erect, but usually hides in the top of the folds of the vulva when nonerect. Like penises, clitorises vary tremendously in size, from tiny little nubs that can hardly be seen to enlarged examples that seem almost as big as the penises on some poorly endowed boys."

Here she looked at Chad pointedly, and Chad blushed. Mrs. Rose stopped pressing the end of the pointer on Emily's large clitoris and brought it up underneath the organ, making it stick out more prominently at the class. "I believe Mr. Gitt could almost give Mr. Henson a run for his money in this department," she mused. "Perhaps we should have Mr. Henson remove his diaper so we can do a comparison."

Chad's heart jumped. He had a hard – on! If he undressed now, they'd all see it, and think he was hot for Emily! He tried to think of something to say – Mrs. Rose was looking at him now, as if considering. He opened his mouth, but Mrs. Rose beat him to it. "Yes, I think that might be very instructive to see Mr. Gitt's equipment next to that of another boy. And Mr. Henson can serve nicely, as he is already up here and obtaining access to his genitals is just a matter of pulling two tapes free."

"But- but…" Chad stuttered. "I have to hold Emily," he finshed.

"Mr. Gitt will hold still for a moment while we do this, won't you, Mr. Gitt?" Mrs. Rose said. Emily, trembling, saying nothing. Mrs. Rose nodded at Chad. "Come stand here, Mr. Henson," she said, pointing at the tape on the floor by Emily's left side. "Right here next to Mr. Gitt, so we can make our comparisons." Reluctantly, his hard-on feeling like a steel rod in the diaper, Chad let go of Emily and moved to stand beside her on the tape.

"If you would assume the same position, Mr. Henson, with your hands behind your head," Mrs. Rose said. Chad complied, trying to will his penis to shrink. He thought of all the time he'd wished his penis would grow when he was about to be stripped, so it wouldn't look so infantile, but this was one time where his shrinky-dink wiener would have been welcome. It's Emily, he kept saying to himself. It's not a girl, it's Emily! He tried to think of how much his butt had burned when she'd spanked him gleefully in front of the class. He tried to picture the moment the steel needle of the ring pliers had pierced his penis. He tried to picture birds pooping on him while his mouth was open and his face upturned, so the poop fell into his mouth. Nothing worked. His penis remained hard as Mrs. Rose reached over and yanked the two tabs, letting his diaper fall on the floor. She leaned over to pick it up, her eyes staring accusingly at his erect little two-incher pointing out at Mrs. Gitt.

"Oh, how cute!" Mrs. Gitt exclaimed. "Emily said that his boy parts were small, and she was right, but she never said how cute they are," she added. "He could be a model for a young Adonis!"

"What he shouldn't be is excited," Mrs. Rose said grumpily. "This is a discipline procedure, not a peep show for perverted young men."

"Oh, Mrs. Rose, he can't help it," Mrs. Gitt said, smiling at Chad. "His body wants what it wants, and we know what that is at this age. Look, he's got almost as much hair down there as my Emily, even though he's a lot shorter. And his package is perfectly proportioned!"

Chad blushed all the way down to his neck. This was worse than having your penis made fun of! Fortunately, Mrs. Rose was taking charge again.

"Well," she harrumphed. "Anyway. Let's look at the contrast between these two, class," she said, waving her pointer in the general direction of their genital regions. The carelessly waved pointer brushed the end of Chad's erect penis, making it wobble in circles for a moment before steadying down again. The class laughed as a group. Emily's large clitoris didn't look so large now with Chad's erect penis as a contrast. Mrs. Rose pointed at Chad's member. "Here you see a typical little-boy penis. Even erect, it's not very long or wide. The opening to the urethra, where urine is passed, is at the tip. In contrast, Mr. Gitt's appendage is much smaller than even this small penis, and there is no urethral opening, as you can see."

"So where does the pee come out?" S. F. asked openly, unphased by how naïve the question made him sound.

"Urine, Mr. Farlow, comes out in a different place on females, down in the region of the vulva." She poked Emily's vulva with the pointer, and Emily cringed but stayed standing. "Inside the vulva there is a small hole that passes urine. It's just anterior to the vagina, or birth canal. I'm afraid you can't see that hole easily when a child is standing up, so I'll have to point it out later. Anyway, the clitoris is capable of erection just like the penis if stimulated, and it becomes stiff and hard in a similar way. You'll get to a chance to see that later, too.

Emily was going to be stimulated later, all right, Chad thought to himself. However it was hooked up to girls, The Stimulator was bound to make her mad to touch herself, just as it had done when he was wearing it. Well, not wearing it exactly – when he'd had his penis strangled by the collar of one electrode and had the other electrode shoved up his tight little rectum. His penis lurched with the thought of Emily stroking her oversized clitoris the same way he stroked his penis, hand turned backwards and finger and thumb circled. He fought to force the mental picture away – all it was doing was making his penis harder. Mrs. Rose lifted said penis with her pointer to force it against his belly.

"Underneath this boy's little penis is his scrotum of course," Mrs. Rose said. "You learned all about scrotums before, class, when we also had a much more mature example to contemplate. The scrotum holds the testes, which make sperm cells that are the male contribution to new life. They have to be outside the body or sperm cells won't mature, so they hang in this rather unsightly fashion in this bag."

"I've always found them rather attractive," Mrs. Gitt commented. "Especially when they're drawn up tightly like they are in this youngster. She leaned forward, smiling at Chad's genitals. Chad flushed more deeply. Mrs. Rose frowned. That damn woman kept undoing her attempts to call ridicule on the Henson brat's boy parts! How was she going to keep these little hooligans in their rightful place if Mrs. Gitt kept making such positive remarks about him? Oh, well, it wasn't that important right now – the Henson brat would probably get plenty of ridicule from appearing at lunch in diapers. And the bathroom procedure she'd ordered for him, being watched and wiped by that creepy loner – that should put him in his place.

Or maybe not, she considered. Because, somehow, all the humiliation she'd put Chad Henson through a few week back appeared to have backfired – he'd become some sort of folk hero to the younger boys—the kid who'd taken everything the school could dish out and come back for more – the kid who, as she'd seen with her own eyes, had turned being ringed in the most sensitive part of his penis into a fashion statement! Of course, she had to admit, he'd been no trouble since then – his temper was under control, finally, and he'd become something of a positive role model for the other, more immature boys. Even that budding juvenile delinquent Joey Turpin seemed to have climbed on the bandwagon. Had there been a student body president, she had no doubt Chad Henson could have gotten elected. She compared that thought briefly to the actual boy, naked from the waist down, who was standing in front of her, his pathetic little penis thrust out in front of his spindly frame, pulsing in a way that would have been threatening in a more mature boy with a full bush of pubic hair. Because of its size, it just looked cute, she realized suddenly. That was the problem – Chad Henson was too cute naked. Unlike more mature adult makes, he actually looked more appealing with his pants and underpants off. He wasn't threatening like a naked Joey Turpin would be in that condition – a naked Joey Turpin with a hairy, pulsing, invading organ. He brought out those toddler vibes in girls – made them want to take him in their laps and cuddle him, maybe even stroke that little penis and watch it dance in ecstasy. Heck, she could feel that desire herself! And the other boys? Well, for starters, he was no threat to them, was he? They couldn't feel jealous of his smaller, seriously immature genitals (well, that fat Martinez boy probably did, but the others wouldn't). So Chad wasn't a threat to them. But he hadn't become the object of ridicule she'd desired when punishing him, either. She'd thought sure the other boys would make disparaging references about his genitalia for weeks after his public exhibition, but in fact they'd quickly accepted that Chad was small, phallus-wise, and courteously avoided any references to the issue afterward. Perhaps they felt sympathy for Chad, she realized. They pitied his little penis and his almost walnut-small sack, But they'd accepted it, just as they might accept a boy with a big nose who was nonetheless a pleasant person. They might call such a boy "The Schnoz," but there was no malice in it, only grudging affection. In fact, Chad's initial nickname that had been inspired by the punishment incidents, "Microdick," had faded into non-use.

And she was just feeding that affection, she realized. The longer she had Chad up there naked, the more the other boys would rally around him and see him as an object of sympathy. Well, she'd have to keep the attention on the Gitt girl, she realized. There was little chance the boys would feel sympathy for her! Lust, maybe – a burning desire to clumsily invade the girl with their horny half-grown dicks, but no sympathy. She moved her pointer to Emily's crotch, pointing to the ragged slit that Emily sported. It helped that the girl had such unattractive genitals.

"Note the similarity in texture of the boy's scrotum to the lips of the vulva," Mrs. Rose continued. "Both structures derive from the same tissue. The main difference is that the halves of the scrotum on the boy grow together along a center joining line, and the vulva stays separated." She rubbed her pointer up and down Emily's ragged slit, enjoying the discomfort this caused in the girl's face. Just for the malice of it, she ran the pointer back down it again, letting the tip separate her slit slightly as it went. It would serve the brat right to shove the pointer in her about six inches. "More separated in some girls than others, obviously," she added. The Gitt girl looked like she wanted to fall through the floor in embarrassment, an observation that sent an almost sexual thrill through Mrs. Rose. The class was quiet except for students shifting for a better viewing position. Chad's naked genitals were old news -- All eyes were on Emily's bare crotch. Chad and Emily both looked at the ground.

"Time to examine the rest," Mrs. Rose said. "Turn around, you two."

Chad knew what was coming next. Knew it, with a sinking heart, and dreaded it. Sure enough, once they were both facing the blackboard with their backs to the audience, the words came. "Bend over," Mrs. Rose said sharply. "Spread your legs apart, and then reach back and separate your buttocks as widely as you can, so the other children can study you from that angle."