Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 60
by Chadlad

copyright 2007 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 60: The Thrill of Victory, the Agony of De Seat.

It's hard to imagine any situation in which the command to spread your legs, bend over, and spread you butt apart would be welcomed by any uncertain, nervous boy or girl in early adolescence. It certainly was not here. Although Chad obediently did what he'd been told, wondering in embarrassment if he was clean back there or not and able to picture all too vividly how he must look to the class, Emily just stood facing the class, quivering and flushing redly. "I said, turn around," Mrs. Rose repeated. "Turn around like Mr. Henson, Mr. Gitt, and assume an identical position, but with your legs even father apart!"

Emily's lip quivered, and tears of mortification glistened in her eyes. "Mother! You can't – you can't – she said softly. "You can't want me to – to display myself like that!" she moaned.

Mrs. Gitt smiled sweetly. "I don't see why not," she said. "Mrs. Rose is in the middle of an important lesson for your fellow classmates. I'm sure a view of your backside would be very, very instructive in that regard. Even though I realize it isn't your best feature."

Emily looked at her mother in horror. "But mother..." she protested.

"Well it isn't. It never has been. Not since you were a baby," her mother said. "Oh, there's nothing wrong with your cheeks! We didn't call you Sugarbuns for nothing! But when we had to clean you up every time you dirtied yourself, I always hated the part where I had to lift your legs and expose you back there! Because of your little problem, of course."

She turned around and faced the class. "She had this anal fissure, you see. It was most unsightly, even when it was clean! And when she'd dirty herself, my oh my! Cleaning her up was a major affair – we pretty much had to give her a bath each time. And she wasn't exactly fast on the draw when it came to learning things as a baby, so it took forever to potty-train her! And since we couldn't even get it fixed until she was potty-trained, there I was having to look at that area several times a day! And even after they fixed it... well, the doctor warned us that the pigmentation never goes away. Well, you'll all see what I mean." She turned back to the front of the class and fixed Emily in the eyes. "Now be a good girl, dear, and turn around and spread your cheeks just like Mrs. Rose instructed. I'm sure everyone here will want to get a good look at what I was talking about."

"But, mother..." Emily whispered, her face a textbook definition of mortification.

"Now, dear," her mother said forcefully. "If you're not bent over and displayed by a count of five, you'll be getting your first ring immediately after that. The first of what could be many."

Whimpering, Emily slowly turned around, acting as if each movement was causing her great pain. Even more slowly, she bent down as Chad was doing, and showing great reluctance, reached back and gripped her somewhat boyish butt. She took a deep breath, and then pulled her butt cheeks slightly apart.

"Wider, Mr. Gitt!" Mrs. Rose instructed.

"Pull until it hurts!" Chad whispered across the Emily. "That's what you have to do! Or it goes worse for you!"

"Listen to him, dear," Mrs. Gitt said sweetly. "Besides, I'm sure everybody wants to get a good look at the legacy of your little problem!"

With a little moan, Emily pulled her butt cheeks more widely apart, as the class as a unit jostled for position to see, Chad's equally exposed butt totally ignored. The children with the best view were already staring in fascination. "Yuck!" Jimmy Chen exclaimed. "I didn't know they came that big!"

It was the thought that was on the mind of many of his classmates. Because none of the butt holes they had seen on the boys who'd been exposed up to that point had prepared them for what they were looking at now. The first, most noticeable thing was what Jimmy had commented on – the wrinkle pattern of Emily's butt hole stretched out much farther than Chad's contrasting smaller orifice, giving the impression it could open up much bigger as well. And the area surrounding her oversized orifice wasn't pink and clean-looking like the area around Chad's anus – instead, the area where her butt cheeks normally met were distinctively browner in color, like she had feces smeared uniformly across it, the color stopping quite abruptly at the point where he cheeks didn't touch when she was standing or walking.

"Why is she brown like that?" S. F. asked aloud. "Is she dirty?"

"She has runner's butt," shy Ramona blurted, blushing when she realized she'd said it aloud.

Mrs. Rose studied Emily's hindquarters. "The pigmentation is similar to that," she conceded. "But I doubt Mr. Gitt is a runner."

"She got like that when she started walking," Mrs. Gitt chimed in. "I called her 'Little Brown Butt,' when she was a toddler, until I started calling her 'Sugarbuns.' It made it hard to tell if she was clean after her doo-doos, I can tell you that."

Even compared to the pigmentation of her crack, though, Emily's anus was dark – even darker than the brown color of Chad's cousin Gabriel's own orifice. The dark color of the muscle and its large size made it menacing, somehow. And adding to that, big, corrugated wrinkles stretched from her elongated hole half way to the visible surface of her butt, wrinkles that wouldn't hold still, but twitched continuously under the children's greedy eyes. But that wasn't the worst of it. The line of her butt hole was not straight, as it had been out all the boys who'd been exhibited for the other children's view. It was a squirmy overlap of little bulges of flesh, making it looks somewhat like the ragged mouth of a clam. The overlaps had little patches of dark pink protruding from them, looking almost like the dark pink that had protruding from the girl's vulva. At the very bottom of her anus, an ugly bulge protruded at least half an inch upward, distorting the anus itself, by making it look like someone had taken a tuck in it. The bulge tapered into an angled scar that shot off to the right, at the base of her now open and partially--exposed vulva. The overall impression was similar to Chad's reaction to the anus of the calf he'd seen get castrated over the weekend – an animal place, rude and unsanitary and repulsive, yet drawing the eyes like a magnet. Unlike the calf, though, Emily had no tail hanging down as camouflage. In fact, compared to Emily's orifice, Joey Turpin's big, hairy anus was tolerable to look at, and Chad's perfect asterisk, conveniently displayed next to Emily's unsightly orifice was positively kissable.

"So that's not poo on her then?" S. F. asked, remembering the humiliation he had gone through for having the slightest speck of poop on his butt.

"Well, yes and no," Mrs. Rose said grudgingly. "Yes, Mr. Gitt does appear to have some feces trapped in his anal wrinkles. But no, the rest of the coloration isn't feces, only skin pigment. This student has about as severe a case of runner's butt as you'll ever see on a non-runner. Some people's bottoms are simply so sensitive that they develop pigmentation with just normal walking." She aimed her pointer, prodding Emily right in the center of her huge anal orifice. "The dark pigmentation of this student's anus is quite unusual, though. The deepness of the fissures in the wrinkle pattern are also unusual, and probably cause this student difficulty in cleaning up after a bowel movement. The irritated skin in the fissures also suggests such a difficulty. This scar," she said, shifting her pointer to the dark, angled line, "is probably a remnant of surgery for a deep anal fissure." She waved her pointer toward Chad's anus. "Contrast this picture with the more normal anal region of the boy on the right, which you'll notice is cleaner in addition to being smaller. Mr. Henson's anus has the typical appearance of that of a young child, not surprising given his sexual immaturity and smallish genitals, and the anuses of young children are usually smaller and less offensive appearing than those of adolescents and adults." She poked Chad's anus with the pointer, causing him to lurch and catch himself. "Nonetheless, class, you can see why it was provident of nature to bury the anus so deeply within the buttocks. an unclothed human would be much less attractive if the anal orifice were always in view." She rapped Chad on the butt with the pointer. "Mr. Henson, you're excused to straighten up for a moment. You should be seeing this, too."

Emily's mortification increased as Chad moved from his place beside her to a spot behind her in to one side, where he could get a good look at her anus, too. This all had to be a dream, just horrible dream she was having! The entire class staring at her naked, knowing about the padded bra, knowing the secret about her nether regions she'd always been so ashamed of! And how could she be facing a spanking? From Chad, of all people? A bare butt spanking in front of everyone! Everyone looking at her girl parts, everyone laughing and taunting her as she was humiliated and broken in front of them! And after the spanking, to be exhibited in the lunchroom to all the girls and boys and their piggy little boy eyes. Their piggy little weenies would all get hard at the sight of her – of her! She shuddered at the thought of them stroking themselves feverishly later on to images of her naked genitals the way Chad had been forced to stroke himself in front of class. They were disgusting animals, all of them. They should have had those things cut off of them at birth!

Time seemed to stretch out to eternity as she stood bent over, the skin joining her buns starting to burn from being pulled apart for so long, her fingers aching from digging into her butt cheeks, the unnatural coolness of the air on her anal region disconcerting. The long moment was finally broken by Mrs. Rose. "Mr. Henson, would you be so good as to get some baby wipes and clean Mr. Gitt up, please," she said firmly. Chad hesitated, a look of disgust on his face, then he hustled to the desk and extracted some wipes from the container.

"No," Emily whispered to the floor in front of her. "No, not him, please." But no one paid any attention to her. Back beside her, Chad stood holding the wipes awkwardly, reluctant to touch his old enemy where he'd been ordered to.

"Mr. Henson," Mrs. Rose chided. Chad gave her a "Do I have to?" look, then dropped his eyes at the cold glare she gave him back, a penis withering glare if ever there was one. Chad's own example of that organ began shriveling in response as well as in response to the view he now had of Emily's anus. He awkwardly began daubing at the large, deformed brown eye, the wrinkled texture of which he could feel, quite disconcertingly, through the thin cloth of the wipe. He was struck by his feelings – had it been Cynthia bent over before him, he'd have been touching her eagerly with both hands, not even worrying about using wipes. The same was true of Cassidy and Mindy from yesterday – heck, he'd have loved just looking at them in this position. But touching Emily was different. First of all, she was Emily, and to be frank with himself, he was still afraid of her. Images of himself cowering naked before her as she prepared to spank his butt until he was screaming in agony still flashed before him. He worried that she might already be plotting some evil revenge on him, or that any minute Mrs. Rose might announce that it had all been a cruel joke on him, and that she wanted Emily to beat Chad's bare butt until he was thoroughly blistered instead.

But he was also put off by the rawness of her appearance. From the moment her projecting cone-shaped nipples had appeared without any breast tissue to support them, Chad hadn't had a sexual thought about Emily's body. It was like looking at the body of a boy – an ugly, unappealing boy. Like he was being ordered to clean up Joey Turpin's ugly butt hole. Actually, he might have preferred working on Joey's butt, except for all the hair. Emily stripped naked wasn't what he'd been expecting. The other girls – Cassidy and Mindy and even Chandra had had that feminine air about them. Even Chandra had possessed hint of an outward-jutting curve in her buttocks, and her butt crack had been smooth and clean and evenly colored, her butt hole small and unobtrusive and not at all detracting from the view of her vulva.

Emily, meanwhile, could not help flinching as the cold wipes swiped across her butt hole, then were pressed in more forcefully. Chad's hands were on her most private areas – disgusting, tiny-dicked, stupid, sex obsessed Chad Henson was touching her where no one ever touched her! She could feel his small, girlish fingers pressing on her orifice. In fact, she was sure she could feel his hot breath back there. He was probably all hard and hot looking at her there – probably was dying to stick that disgusting turd-like dick of his in every one of her holes. That's what all boys wanted to do to you all the time, stick their dirty things in your holes and piss their seed into you, or worse yet, force you to suck the disgusting things. She couldn't imagine putting such a thing in her mouth, and vowed she'd throw up if she was ever asked to. She hated him for touching her, hated him more that she had to allow it. And she'd get him somehow, she vowed – make him pay for every lust-filled moment he stared at her privates.

Chad removed the soiled wipes and studied Emily's unsightly anus carefully. "I think I'm done," he said hopefully to Mrs. Rose.

"Get some fresh wipes and give it another go, young man," Mrs. Gitt said. "Believe me, you want to be sure – you're the one who's going to be touching her back there first, you know. And you should really start out this time by wiping the bottom edge of her genitals first, starting with the vaginal opening, then moving up to her anus. You boys should remember that – you can always go from front to backside on girls, but never backside to front. That's true no matter what their age, and what you're touching them with. Some of you will change diapers someday, and you need to know that. You have to keep the anal bacteria out of their genital regions. With you boy types it's not a big deal – you guys always get your doo-doos on your little things but it doesn't really matter."

Chad and most of the boys in class mentally cringed at the discussion of their pre potty-training days, but Chad dutifully complied with her request, walking to the wastebasket to gratefully drop the dirty wipes and walking back toward Emily with fresh ones. He leaned over Emily's out-thrust butt once again, gently making contact with the wipes. "Just hold still a minute," he said softly. "Believe me, I don't want to do this any more than you do – less, I think. It's not exactly fun."

Mrs. Rose's head snapped around and she glared at Emily. "Mr. Gitt!" She said. "I will not allow the boys in my class who are justly being punished to threaten the instruments of their chastisement! Mr. Henson will be punishing you because of your behavior, not because he wishes to. The cause of your punishment is your own actions, a fact you must never forget. It's your egregious violation of our trust that is causing your current embarrassment and will be causing the intense pain you soon will be in, not Mr. Henson's hand. Thus, Mr. Henson is no more to blame for your punishment than you were to blame for his a few weeks back." She took a deep breath, glaring at Emily. "I cannot ignore threats to the instruments of my authority, Mr. Gitt. For that last remark, I'm going order Mr. Henson to administer a punishment enema to you prior to beginning your spanking. And because of the egregious nature of your remarks, it will be a Seven Up enema. It just so happens that we just recently received a new type of punishment enema apparatus I've been wanting to try out. It's much simpler, and the application tube remains inside after administration to serve as an anal plug. It should keep you from prematurely expelling your enema during what is going to be a very long and unbearably painful spanking on your bare bottom!" Emily stiffened as she absorbed that information. Chad went back to wiping her ass, dutifully following Mrs. Gitt's instruction to wipe from the opening of her vulva up across her butt hole rather than the other way around. He wondered just how big the application tube of the new apparatus was if it could fill Emily's but hole. He was pretty sure the tube used on Randy Martinez wouldn't be able to do that. Maybe they came in different sizes or something. He marveled again at the size of her dark brown butt hole and at the unevenness of its surface. It looked considerably bigger than his, or at least how his looked in the mirror. It was certainly bigger than Tommy's, or Gabriel's, or Alan's.

Jimmy Chen must've been thinking the same thing, because he suddenly spoke up. "Mrs. Rose, won't a take a lot bigger nozzle than the one you used on Randy? Gitt's, um, 'rection is a lot smaller!"

"The word it is 'rectum,' Mr. Chen, not 'rection.' The latter is a mispronunciation of the word 'erection,' which refers to the sexually excited state, young boy's penises get in when they get over aroused. The state Mr. Henson's penis is in now," she added, pointing to Chad's organ, wagging back and forth like the tai; of an over excited puppy as he scrubbed on Emily's exposed anus. Flushing, Chad shifted position, turning so that his buttocks faced the class instead of his crotch. "When you're done writing your initial sentences, you can write, 'the end of the large intestine is called the rectum,' 100 times," she added. Jimmy, his enthusiasm dampened, bent back over his task.

Chad flushed at his erect state. He'd been thinking of Cynthia with her pants off again. Several girls giggled. Chad could feel Emily's wrinkled orifice squirming under his fingers through the thin layer of cloth. It was a weird feeling, but he having her at his mercy made him feel powerful, too. Microdick, she'd called him again. He'd Microdick her. He'd Microdick her so hard that she'd be buttless when he was done, and S. F. and Randy wouldn't have anything left for them to work on.

As his anger had built thinking these things, he scrubbed harder and hard on Emily's rectal region, until Mrs. Rose suddenly brought him back to reality by clearing her throat.

"Um, your enterprise is appreciated, Mr. Henson," she said calmly. "But you don't have to act like you're trying to start a fire there. I'm sure Mr. Gitt is sufficiently clean, now."

Chad withdrew his hand sheepishly. His baby wipes were in shreds. Had his bare hand come in contact with her actual hole? He shuddered at the thought and raced to the desk to dump the used wipes and to grab another with which he began a frenetic scrubbing of his hands. Several girls giggled at his antics. Mrs. Rose pursed her lips and was about to say something when there was a knock on the classroom door. "If I'm not mistaken," Mrs. Rose said, looking at the classroom door, "that would be Mrs. Hendricks with the diaper cart. I asked her to bring it around at about this time. Get the door, Mr. Turpin." Sure enough, the diaper cart, edged through the door, with Mrs. Hendricks propelling it from behind. She brought it to the front of the room, parking it beside Emily.

"Looks like you're about ready for this," she said to Mrs. Rose. "Good morning, Mrs. Gitt," she added. "I Wish we could be meeting again under more pleasant circumstances."

"We all have our crosses to bear," Mrs. Gitt said. "Mine is apparently my sanctimonious but misguided daughter." Mrs. Hendrickson smiled, turned, and walked back out of the room.

"You can straighten up again, Mr. Gitt," Mrs. Rose commanded. "We will continue our anatomy lesson once you are strapped down to the diaper cart. That will also be the ideal place for Mr. Henson to administer your enema. You will of course go over his lap voluntarily for your spanking, as is required by all boys being chastised. Oh, and Mr. Wagstaff, would you please come up and assist Mr. Henson in putting his diaper back on for him? I'm sure we've seen all of him we wish to. Meanwhile, Mr. Henson, would you take Mr. Gitt by the elbow and help them up onto the cart?"

Mrs. Rose leaned over to flipped down the folding stair. Seeing her leaning over with her back turned, Emily acted on impulse. She shook Chad's hand off her arm. Turning suddenly into him, she brought her knee up sharply between his legs, hitting him square on his bare scrotum with a satisfying "whump," that lifted him off his feet. Chad "whooffed" jackknifing from pain and landing on his butt looking like a balloon that had just been stuck with a pin, clutching his crotch and curling into a ball. Emily, completely naked but focused only on escape, headed down the outside aisle towards the classroom door in a full-on sprint, all the other children in the class suddenly frozen in amazement.

"She's getting away!" Jimmy Chen shouted.

"Stop her, Mr. Turpin!" Mrs. Rose called. Emily was racing down the aisle toward Joey Turpin, who still hadn't reacted to her sudden move and was standing lazily to one side of the door, no longer blocking it since he'd had to move for the diaper cart. It didn't look like he could possible react in time to keep her from ducking through the door, just steps away. Seeing freedom just steps away, Emily ducked her head and prepared to make good her escape.

Suddenly, a foot shot out from the aisle right next to where Emily was running, catching her neatly in mid stride and tripping her into a face planting sprawl that sent her sliding to a halt near the door. Her bare skin made a squeal like tires on pavement as she slid to a stop. Emily was poised to leap to her feet immediately, but, while she was still sliding, Cynthia, leaping a desk like a track star, landed neatly on the back of Emily's legs, yanking first one of her arms and then other behind her before she could rise again, momentarily immobilizing her. Randy Martinez looked down at his extended leg, projecting into the aisle and obviously the source of Emily's fall. He looked up to see Mrs. Rose looking at him. "She – he – um, it was getting away," Randy said. "And I don't move fast."

Mrs. Rose opened her mouth to comment, but Emily immediately interrupted from her place on the floor with Cynthia holding her tightly. "God damn you!" Emily shrieked. "God damn you all to Hell, you mother fucking bastards! Nobody is spanking me in class! Do you hear me? Nobody! And you boys with your piggy little eyes and your piggy little dicks can go fuck each other up your dirty, disgusting assholes, just like Piggy and Microdick and Whizzer do every night! And then you can suck the shit off each other when you're done! I hate you! I hate all of you! And I'll get you!"

Mrs. Rose closed her mouth again and frowned, lines forming all over her face. If there was one thing she hated, it was girls using gutter language. Somehow, it was even worse when they did it than when boys did. You expected that kind of thing from boys, after all. "Mr. Gitt, I will not have that kind of talk in my classroom," she began.

"Damn you, too, Big Nose! Emily shrieked. "You think you're such a hot cunt 'cause you're a two-bit teacher in a two-bit school where you can get your jollies feeling up boys' butts and making them cry like big babies! You're not doing that to me! You're not! I'm walking out of here and you can all fucking well KISS MY BUTT!" She bucked a violently as she could with this last remark, trying to throw Cynthia off. Cynthia responded by drawing up one leg and sinking the knee painfully into Emily's back, twisting her arms more tightly as she did. Emily squealed and tried harder to escape. Mrs. Rose shrugged and walked calmly to the front of the room, poked in her desk, and then walked toward Cynthia and the wailing Emily carrying cloth straps. Kneeling, she added her knee to Emily's back and took first one of Emily's arms, and then the other, away from Cynthia, lining the forearms up hand to elbow and swiftly wrapping them with Velcro straps. Emily bucked and howled obscenities the whole time, her voice getting progressively more shrill. She twisted her body left and right, trying to knock Cynthia off her. Mr. Rose frowned and reached into one of her capacious dress pockets. "I didn't want to have to use this," she said loudly to Cynthia. "But we need to take the fight out of Mr. Gitt, and this will do it." Her hand came out holding a small, gun-like object. Squatting behind Cynthia, she looked over the sections of Emily that were exposed, finally pushing the nose of the gun in the center of Emily's tightly clenched butt crack, worming the snout back and forth as Emily kicked until more than an inch was embedded in her butt crack. There was a snapping crackle, almost a sizzle The effect on Emily was literally electric. All the muscles in Emily's body contracted at once, forcing her to arching her back and tilt her head up, almost throwing Cynthia off. Her face looked like a death's head for a few moments, then she was able to finally take a breath and scream in agony.

"Do you wish to be Tasered again?" Mrs. Rose asked loudly. The prodded Emily with the snout of the gun, looking as if she was trying to force it into the girl's rectum.

"Nooooooo! Nooooooo! Please noooooo! I can't stand it!" Emily wailed. Her butt and lower legs were twitching uncontrollably, shivering like a person having a seizure, seemingly out of her control.

"Then get control of yourself," Mrs. Rose snapped. "You can get off of her, Cynthia. It'll be several minutes before she'd be able to move her legs at all, let alone go anywhere." She pulled the gun from Emily's tightly clenching ass and walked to the front of the room, obtaining a baby wipe and carefully cleaning the Taser. Emily continued shivering on the floor, her cries degenerating into incomprehensible moans.

Mrs. Rose slipped the Taser back into her pocket and walked over to where Chad was still rocking and clutching himself. "Mr. Henson, get off the floor," she said, nudging his butt with her foot as he clutched his genitals and rocked. "Nothing that small can hurt that much." Chad grudgingly uncurled from the fetal position, blinking back tears, but remained sitting on the floor, clutching his genital region. He'd almost thrown up when Emily had kneed him, and his balls still ached something awful. He gently palpitated each one, surprised they were still bean-shaped and not smashed flat like they'd felt. Grudgingly, he let go of himself and rocked to his knees, panting, trying to get the pain under control well enough that he could stand up. He looked down at himself. His little penis had responded to Emily's abuse by withdrawing into his body so that only the tip stuck out. His balls, hanging slightly as they'd started doing the last month or so, to his surprise, did not look damaged in any way at all. He stared down dumbly at himself, then groaned his way to his feet, for the first time becoming aware of Emily's moaning on the other side of the room and looking over there with interest. He wondered what they'd done to her while he'd been focused only on his aching balls that was making her shake like that. He hoped it had hurt a lot, whatever they'd done to her, the bitch! And he vowed that, no matter how much it hurt, he was going to make her butt hurt more as soon as he got the chance. He didn't even worry about his nudity or about getting back into his diaper – he glared at Emily's prostrate form, his hands curling into claws. He might have been reluctant before, but not now. Now, he'd beat her bloody if Mrs. Rose would let him! His penis, feeling his new resolve, lengthened a bit, sagging until it hung downward, still looking like a little boy's organ, but at least like a respectably normal one.

"Mr. Wagstaff," Mrs. Rose ordered, "Go help Cynthia get Mr. Gitt to his feet. He's not going to be able to walk for some time, but that needn't stop us with proceeding with his punishment." Chad was palpitating his scrotum, wincing as he did so. She eyed Chad's abused genitals a moment. "You'll live, Mr. Henson. We need to focus on punishing Mr. Gitt for now.

It took several tries for Jason and Cynthia to get Emily to her feet, and then they had to carry her back to the front of the room as her legs with her legs trailing between them because she could not get them to work properly or do anything but shake. They reached the front of the room, and sat Emily on the diaper cart. "Stand up," Mrs. Rose snapped. "Unless you'd like another shot of the Taser." She made as if to reach in her pocket for the gun.

"Nooooooo!" Emily keened. "Nooooooo, please!" She staggered off the cart onto her wobbly legs, leaning on the cart to hold herself up as her whole body trembled. In a moment, her shaking settled and she was able to stand a little straighter.

Ah, Chad thought. A Taser. So that's what had made her tremble like that! He wondered where they'd shot her with it. An exposed butt cheek? An immature boob? He hoped they'd hit her right in her girl place. Her cunt, he corrected himself. He hoped she'd gotten it right up the old cunt!"

"Very good," Mrs. Rose said. "I see you can obey when you want to. Now apologize to Mr. Henson for assaulting him, and ask him to punish you more severely because of it."

Emily shook her head. Mrs. Rose lifted the Taser and started moving toward Emily, this time aiming the Taser at Emily's vulva. Emily struggled with her bound hands, took a step back, bumped into the cart, nearly fell over on her unsteady legs, and tried verbal backpedaling instead.

"Okay! OKAY! Look, he's just faking, anyway," Emily said, surprisingly defiant despite being bound and still shaky. "He's not hurt – it's just an act! He likes being babied, that's why he acts like such a baby! Everyone knows that he doesn't really feel it when you knee him in those little things. They're so small I bet I didn't even hit them. It's just another way he's bidding for sympathy! Look at meeeee, poor widdle Chad! I've got baby balls! I don't have a dick! Pity me! Ooooh, it hurts when I get spanked! I'm gonna cry!"

Mrs. Rose raised the Taser. "I told you to apologize!" she thundered. "I will not be disobeyed in this fashion in my class!" She leveled the gun at the pink folds of Emily's exposed vulva.

"No, that's okay," Chad said suddenly, loudly, commandingly. "Don't make her apologize. Because even if she did, she wouldn't be sorry. She'll never be sorry." He reached down and brushed his aching scrotum gently, trying to ease his testicular discomfort and not worrying whether anyone saw or not.

"Let her make fun of my balls," he said. Mrs. Rose frowned. "My scrotum and testicles," he amended. "Let her make fun of my penis, too, if she wants." He looked at the classroom full of children. "That goes for the rest of you, too! Make fun of my boy parts all you want, all of you! Because I don't care any more. I'm not going to let you make me feel bad about my body any more. Not for anything. Yeah, my balls are little, but they aren't any littler than they're supposed to be," he added, cupping his balls and holding them out for their inspection. Mrs. Gitt smiled at him encouragingly. "They've just gotten started growing," he added. "So of course they're small. And I bet they'll be bigger soon, probably big as anybody's. But even if they're not, it doesn't matter, because they'll be as big as they should be on me."

He let go of his balls and pulled his penis out with his left hand by gripping the tip. "Go ahead and make fun of my penis, too! Call me 'Dinkydick,' or 'Buttondork,' or whatever you want. It gets small! I admit it! It probably gets smaller than any of yours! But it's big enough for now, and it's going to get bigger until it's the size it's supposed to be. And that's true of all the other boys you guys have made fun of, too! They're all going to get bigger – Alan's and Jimmy's and even yours, Randy! We're going to get big and hairy and all grown up! But that doesn't mean there's anything wrong with our wieners being smaller while we're still kids."

He turned to face the class, thrusting his soft finger of a penis and his slightly hanging balls in their wrinkled scrotum at them. "Look, all of you! Take a good look at my stuff! Drink it all in! Remember it! Point to it and laugh, if you want! I don't care – this is me! This is who I am! I'm a boy who doesn't have a big dick or balls! I only have a few hairs, and my dick looks like a mushroom top, and my balls are barely bigger than they were when I was five! And I don't care!"

He took another deep breath to calm himself, marveling that Mrs. Rose hadn't cut him off yet. "I don't care," he said more softly. "I don't care that my boy stuff is small. I don't think Jimmy should care that his is all twisty, or that Alan should care that his is real thin, or that Randy should care that his can't stick out from under his stomach. I don't even think S. F. should care that his is freakishly huge, or Joey should care that his is all hairy. It's just who we are. It's the way our bodies are supposed to be at this point. If you want to call me Microdick, I don't care any more. Because a microdick is what I am, isn't it?"

He blinked, his voice getting softer. Mrs. Rose was looking at him with a quizzical expression, but she wasn't stopping him, so he went on. "I'm a boy," he said softly. "I'm a boy, and I'm an animal, too, just like all human beings. I'm a boy animal, and I have a dick and balls. They're not the biggest in the world, or the littlest, or the ugliest or the nicest. They're what I have, and what they're supposed to be. I'm an animal and I'm the way I'm supposed to be, like any other animal. I have feelings I have trouble controlling, like getting mad. I pee out of my dick and poop out of my butt just like any other boy animal, and it's silly being ashamed of that, or being ashamed of peeing myself when I'm really scared, because I think all of you would do the same thing, too. I think about sex, too, like any other animal, and my dick gets hard when I do. It gets hard when I have to pee and poo, too, and sometimes just for no reason at all, and I refuse to be ashamed of that any more, too. And yeah, I touch myself down there, too, when I get excited. I do it because it feels good, and so do all the other boys, and I'm not ashamed of that anymore, or that I had to do it in front of you while you watched me, because you all do it, too! And I'm good things, too. I really am trying to control my temper, and I try to be a good student and a good son and a good brother and a good friend. And some day I want to be a good father and a good husband and a good person. And I'm not pretending I'm anything else any more. So go on, look at me! Look at my naked body all you want! It's not perfect – it's not even cute. It's funny looking, and I know it is. But you can't make fun of me, because I don't care!"

The class stared at him in shocked silence. Mrs. Rose was staring at him open-mouthed. Across the diaper table, Emily Gitt's face turned up in a sneer, and she opened her mouth to say something snide. But her action was caught up short as her mother acted. Smiling and nodding at Chad, she began to clap her hands slowly and deliberately. She was joined immediately by Cynthia, clapping more wildly, and Jimmy Chen also added his hands to the applause. Then S. F. began applauding, too, and Ramona. Joey Turpin began a slow, methodical applause of a style the Godfather might have demonstrated had he applauded a good hit on an enemy. Seeing him, most of the rest of the class because applauding also, cheering and shouting approval. Emily's sneer faded like a light going out, leaving nothing but an afterimage. Chad looked around him in wonder, amazed at the approval on most of the faces. Mrs. Gitt was looking at him like she was in love. Mrs. Rose had clamped her mouth shut in a straight line and stood tapping her foot as the applause went on and on. Chad began feeling embarrassed from all the attention. Suddenly his nakedness did seem to matter – he felt very small and vulnerable with all this approval flooding around him. Stooping, he picked up his diaper from the floor and clumsily pulled it between his legs and tried to tape it down.

Mrs. Rose stepped over and brushed his hands aside, pulling it snugly and taping it down. She contemplated the situation as she made sure the diaper was snug enough for the little putz to be uncomfortable if he got an erection. She got some satisfaction from that thought. Okay, she'd lost control of this situation entirely through misjudgment. When he'd starting speaking, she'd figured kids would start heckling him and mocking his statements, perhaps even shout him down and heap more abuse on his immature genitalia. But he seemed to have struck a nerve in the other boys and girls. She should have anticipated that – he'd become so much more popular since the gauntlet. Other kids felt his uncertainty and admired his resilience, his ability to continue on and even smile when everyone in the class had seen his small dick and balls, had watched him masturbate and pee in front of class, knew that he had bladder control problems and pissed himself whenever frightened. He'd turned it into an asset, and any attempt by her to diminish that triumph or punish him would make him even more popular. Besides, she grudgingly had to admit that the little putz had a point – he was a boy like every other boy, and like every other boy, he'd all too soon be a big-dicked, pendulous-balled, sex-crazed young man, and spend most of his time plotting ways to let some sweet young thing allow him to stick said dick into her. It was just one more thing she didn't like about boys. But he had the class on his side, now, damn him, and to punish him for the speech would be to make a martyr out of him. Nope, better just ignore the whole thing and turn the focus to the stupid Gitt girl.

"If you're done, now, Mr. Henson," she said over the finally dwindling applause. "We have work to do that's already been delayed too long." She waved at Jason Wagstaff. "Come over here, young man. I'm going to need your assistance." Jason started uncertainly as his name was called, then moved forward, tripping over his own feet but recovering ungracefully by catching himself by grabbing Mrs. Rose's shoulder. Mrs. Rose reached up, seized his hand, and plucked it off of her like it was a leech. "If Mr. Henson is done giving speeches and Mr. Gitt is done with the histrionics, perhaps we could get on with the enema and the first spanking."

She turned back to the naked Emily Gitt, who was somewhat steadier on her feet than she'd been a few minutes before, but whose face was just registering the immediacy of the two decidedly unpleasant events Mrs. Rose had named and her total helplessness to avoid them or the worse events to follow. "Onto the table, Mr. Gitt. I expect complete obedience from now on. To ensure that, I'm going to leave your hands tied throughout the enema and the spanking to follow. It's going to be a bit more uncomfortable for you on the table, but you'll just have to live with that as the price you pay for trying to escape. And I'll expect instant obedience, or you can guess where I'll Taser you next. I assume you've seen Mr. Henson and Mr. Delvecchio do this, so you should know the drill."

Looking with fear at the Taser, Emily let herself be guided up the steps onto the diaper table and stretched out on her back, her hands uncomfortably pressing against her back. She flinched as the chest strap was tied across just under her conical nipples. Her feet were propped up on the table under her butt momentarily. Then Mrs. Rose then kicked the step back up into storage position and turned the cart, which had been sideways to the class, to its traditional position with Emily's head toward the board and her feet toward the watching class. Mrs. Rose nodded at Chad and Jason. Jason looked confused, but Chad caught on quickly and gripped Emily's ankle on his side. "Take her other one," he said to Jason.

"Oh," Jason said. He gripped Emily's other ankle. Both boys tried to lift the legs they were holding, but Emily, suddenly realizing the position she'd be in if she let them, clamped them firmly to the table. Chad tried to pry off the leg on his side, while Jason struggled with the one on his.

"Come now, Sweetbuns," Mrs. Gitt chirped from here seat in front row center, about 3 feet from the base of the diaper cart. "Do you really want Mrs. Rose to put her nice Taser up to your diddly-bump and pull the trigger? If not, you'd best stop fighting these nice boys and let them do their job."

Diddly-bump? Chad thought to himself. Yeah, he'd like to see Emily get Tasered on her diddly-bump, all right! He'd do it himself, if they'd let him. Pull the trigger and just hold it down, let it fry her down there! But for now, he'd have to settle for being one of the boys who got to spread Emily's legs apart and strap them up over her head, opening her girl wide parts for all to see. He'd show her what a small-dicked little boy could do when he had her naked over his lap!

Although he could se it was killing her to do so, Emily let her legs go limp, and Chad lifted the left one up by her bound hand next to her head, where Mrs. Rose quickly strapped it down. Then it was Jason's turn to lift the right, and both boys stood back and to one side where they could gaze, unhindered, at Emily's wide open genitals and butt crack from just a few feet away.

Emily's pussy gaped wide in that position – shockingly wide. Her ragged pink slit separated so far that glistening dark pink tissue dominated the view. Chad, to his amazement, could easily see the wide-open hole leading into the depths between her legs – a hole a good inch or more wide. My dick would fit in there easily, he thought to himself. It wouldn't even have to stretch. Despite who it was attached to, Emily's vagina looked damp and warm and inviting, and his penis immediately hardened, making him thankful his diaper was back on. Inside the slit above the hole, Chad could clearly see a little twisted lump of tissue with a tiny slit in it. That had to be her pee hole. He hadn't really been able to see Chandra's when she'd been being punished with him a few weeks back, but Emily's was obvious and visible just above her wide open cunt. As the slit narrowed to the top, it was dominated by her oversized clitoris, looking for all the world like a half-formed, saggy little penis where it projected.

More disturbing to Chad in comparison to himself was the way that Emily's slit opened wide all the way down to just an inch or so from her butt hole. Heck, how did girls keep from getting poo in there? He used to get poop on the closed skin between his legs all the times – still did, some times, in fact. Girls must have an awful time keeping that area clean! He remembered Mrs. Gitt's comment a few moments ago about always wiping girls from front to back – now it made sense.

Mrs. Rose took up her pointer and shooed Jason Wagstaff out of the way. "Finishing our lesson, class," she said, "we have some structures here that would appear to be quite peculiar on a boy, structures that indeed are quite feminine." She swept the pointer along Emily's open slit. "This long, narrow opening on a female would be called the vulva," she said. She tapped the pointer on the tiny slit above Emily's vagina. "This is the urethral opening, corresponding to the tiny slit in the penis of boys that serves the same purpose." She moved the pointer down to the gaping circular tunnel below. "This is how the vaginal opening on a girl would appear from this angle. The vagina, as you know, is the birth canal. It serves as a conduit from the uterus to the outside world."

"Among other things," Joey Turpin snickered.

Mrs. Rose glared at Joey. "Naturally, that's all you boys think about. Never the miracle of new life, just the disgusting process that starts it off. Yes, all you smirking boys are right – the vagina also is the receptacle for the male organ during sexual intercourse. I'm sure that's not news to anyone."

"Yes, Mr. Farlow, that's exactly what I mean. Taking male organs inside of them is one of the burdens we females have to bear. That's why it's important for all you girls to remember that we to it only on our terms, only when we want to, an only when it would benefit us. And you boys better remember that any attempt to corrupt the girls in this school will be met with punishment that will make all the others you've seen up to this point look like a picnic."

Joey Turpin looked at Lindsay Kirk and rolled his eyes. Lindsay winked back and mouthed, "Yeah, right." Other kids showed various other reactions. Boys sat more upright and stared at Emily's genitals with sparkling eyes, clearly picturing themselves inserting their own various-sized penises into her. Girls smirked in a superior fashion, secure in the knowledge that their privates wouldn't be exposed in this way, not ever. At least, most of the girls did. Emily's companion in crime was staring at her genital region in horror, probably wondering if she'd be lying in this position in front of her younger boy cousins in just a few hours.

Mrs. Rose walked ponderously to her desk, put down the pointer, and reached in a drawer. She took out of it two items – a can of 7-up, and a black device with a bag attached to one end and a nozzle on the other. Fishing in the drawer, she took out an additional item and walked over to Emily carrying it, standing by her head and holding the item so she could see it. "This is our new punishment enema apparatus, Mr. Gitt. It's completely self-contained, and has interchangeable nozzles that can also serve as anal plugs when detached from the bag."

Emily stared in horror at the bag. Mrs. Rose moved a lever, allowing the nozzle to be detached. Close up, it looked like a blunt screw, with grooves winding around it that obviously would allow it to be screwed into her butt hole. The top of it closed snugly when detached.

"Please, Mr. Rose!" Emily said, hyperventilating. "Please don't stick that in my bottom!"

"Oh, I'm not sticking anything into you," Mrs. Rose said, smiling. "Mr. Henson is the one who gets that enviable job. And anyway," she added. "This isn't the one that's going in you – it's too small to serve as an effective plug for your rather large orifice." She brought up her other hand into Emily's view, showing her the much larger black nozzle in it. The nozzle was narrow at one end, just like the first nozzle, but tapered out quickly to the size of a decent cucumber. "No, Mr. Gitt, this is the nozzle that's going your anus," Mrs. Rose said. "It's going to be quite uncomfortable, and a tight fit, but I think it's the best choice to prevent leakage."

The nozzle looked to Emily to be the size of a watermelon. "Noooooo!" she wailed. "I won't be able to stand it!"

"Oh, I have no doubt it will be uncomfortable at first," Mrs. Rose said, turning her back to open the can of 7-Up and pour it into the enema bag. She sealed the top and turned around again, taking the tube of K-Y jelly and greasing the huge tip. "But once your spanking starts, I think the agony of your bottom will make you forget all about it for awhile. A long while."

She beckoned to Chad, holding the prepared enema bag out to him. It looked evil with the bag bulging and the greased nozzle almost dripping menace. Chad took it and cautiously approached Emily's anal region. He touched the tip to her flinching, squirming butt hole. Emily contracted her butt ineffectively. Then, suddenly, a stream of pee squirted out of her wide-open cunt. Unrestricted by her labia, it arched through the air, soaking Chad's shirt, splashing his diaper, and trailing across his bare legs. Chad leaped out of the way, shocked and dripping, standing with his arms held away from his body in disgust. Mrs. Rose looked him up and down, as the class reacted with a combination of laughter, shock, and amazement. She shook her head. "Can't seem to stay dry, can you, Mr. Henson?" she said. "It's not enough that you wet yourself -- now you've even got other people peeing your pants."