Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 62

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 62
by Chadlad

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Chapter 62: Revenge is a Dish Best Served Hot

"It's time for your spanking." Did any child under the age of 16 ever hear that phrase without a shudder, a shot of fear, and a sense of impending dread? Was there any child whose attention didn't focus immediately on his or her soft, vulnerable bottom, upon hearing that phrase? Was there any child who didn't have the urge to clench that bottom tightly, reach down and protect it with spread hands, and run squealing from the room?

Well, if there was such a child, Emily Gitt was certainly not her. Because her first impulse was to clutch her boyish bottom and run from the room, an impulse that she could not indulge for two reasons -- her hands were still tied behind her back, and a very stern Mrs. Rose was standing right beside her, already grabbing her arm by the elbow to guide her off the diaper table. Her butt suddenly felt as large as the side of a barn, and twice as exposed. The Seven Up in her rectum was still burning it uncomfortably, but not quite as unbearably as before. Her butt hole still felt uncomfortably stretched, but the burning sense of being ripped apart had dulled somewhat as well. The fact that an entire class of girls and boys were staring at her pussy with its embarrassingly big clitoris was shouldered aside in her mind for the moment. Instead, her attention was riveted on Chad Henson, who was calmly arranging the spanking towel on his lap as he settled comfortably into the sturdy wooden spanking chair. Before, he had looked pathetic wearing nothing but a diaper, but now the sight of him drove an arrow of fear directly into her gut. He was going to spank her! He was going to take her over his lap like a little girl, arrange her position until her shamefully bare butt was ideally situated under his right hand, and then he was going to spank her, like a father would spank his daughter, like a grown brother would spank his juvenile sister -- firmly, methodically, and unrelentingly, with his goal being to make the experience as painful and embarrassing and totally humiliating as possible. And she was going to have to lie there face down, as Chad had lain face down across her lap, and take every calculated, burning slap that he cared to dish out.

She looked at Chad's hands, as Mrs. Rose practically dragged her down off the diaper cart. She'd thought before he had small hands, girlish hands, but now she realized there was nothing soft about them -- they weren't big, but they were at least as big as her hands. And they weren't tough and calloused, either, but they were at least as tough as hers, and hadn't she been able to easily paint Chad's muscular little-boy butt a painful, bright blushing red with little trouble at all? Hadn't she, in fact, welted his bottom -- made rows of blisters down both sides of his butt crack, along with a nice crop of concentrated in the center of each sit spot, and a neat concentration of them in the lower center of his butt, encircling his tight little anus?

A mental picture of Chad's tight, pink butt hole him to her mind unbidden, just as it had looked when she'd parted his buns prior to spanking him, enjoying the thrill that came to her, knowing how utterly humiliated this made him that she was looking at his secret place, the private place where a boy's poop came out, and where no one ever looked. She'd felt like the queen of the world that day, humiliating him utterly in front of everyone, making fun of his small genitals, getting joy out of the way he bawled like a two-year-old as she burned his butt. And she'd so enjoyed the sight of him standing in front of class afterward, his bright red butt jutting out behind him, bumpy and blistered, and his tiny penis barely visible above his tightly pursed little sack -- crying his eyes out in front of everyone! At the time she'd vowed she'd enjoy this thrill of power again and again in the months to come, make sure that Chad was found guilty of something at least every two weeks so she'd be allowed to tan his hide once again. It wasn't supposed to end like this, with her being guided over by Mrs. Rose's firm grip, about to go through what Chad had gone through!

Mrs. Rose stopped Emily, and made her stand on wobbly legs to Chad's right side. "Mr. Gitt, I will now tell you what I tell all boys who are facing corporal punishment in this classroom. Because of your egregious misbehavior, including successfully framing two boys for misbehavior that they did not do and attempting to frame a third, and because you betrayed the trust that the school board and I put in you when you were appointed a discipline assistant, by order of the school board, and with the agreement of your guardian, you are stripped of that title from this point onward and will be made ineligible for that position for the rest of your days with us. And as punishment for your misdeeds, you are going to be spanked on your bare bottom in front of the class. The spanking that you will receive will last longer than any spanking any boy has received so far this year in my class, and will be administered by fellow classmate Chad Henson, who will be allowed to determine the manner in which your bottom is spanked, including how hard he chooses to make your spanking, how he chooses to distribute the blows, and how rapidly he chooses to strike you. As your hands will remain tied about the spanking, I do not need to caution you about reaching back to protect yourself. However, I will caution you that although a certain amount of leg kicking is expected with any spanking like this one, if your leg kicking becomes excessive, we will pause in order to have some of your classmates come up and restrain you. And if such restraint is necessary, I will have Mr. Henson, increase the length and severity of your spanking. You should also keep in mind, Mr. Gitt, while you are receiving this spanking, that you will be receiving an equally severe paddling this afternoon That paddling will be administered with you tied to the horse to prevent excessive movement during what will be a mind-numbingly painful experience for you, and you will remain tied to the horse for some time after that. I'll also point out that, given that your genital structures are quite out of the ordinary compared to most boys, the board obtained, over the weekend, the horse attachment for use with individuals with structures like yours. You will find it a quite invasive experience."

She paused, grinning at her choice of words. "Let me also remind you, Mr. Gitt, that your paddling on the horse will not be your final punishment today. Near the end of the day, you will be called up in front of your classmates once again to receive your genital whipping. Genial whipping is such a severe punishment that, heretofore, we have reserved only for the most incorrigible of individuals. It is so severe, that Mr. Henson is the only boy in recent memory to receive genital punishment, in his case suffering being struck in the male generative organs with a rubber ball kicked by the members of the 6th grade class. Even then, had Mr. Henson's genitals been less like those of a little boy, we might have hesitated to order such a damaging punishment. But in your case, Mr. Gitt, it is clear that an even more severe punishment than that will be called for, and as you have no visible testes to damage, the board had ordered that your entire genital region be whipped with a switch. And although I had earlier suggested that we might administer this punishment on the horse, on further reflection I have come to the conclusion that administering the punishment on the diaper table will be more effective. It will allow the class a better view of your punishment, and it will give Mr. Farlow much better access to your genital and anal regions, allowing him to choose his spots more selectively."

Emily was feeling faint at this litany of punishments that she was facing. They couldn't do all those things to her, could they? Let Chad blister her butt with his hand? Let Randy then attack her already blistered skin with the paddle? And whip her girl parts??! She moaned in terror. Mrs. Rose nodded in satisfaction. "I see we're finally getting through your hard, duplicitous head, Mr. Gitt. I suggest you should think of this experience over Mr. Henson's lap as merely the warm-up for what is going to be a day of unbearable humiliation and pain. Perhaps you'll even thank Mr. Henson later, when you realize how much more you can be made to hurt. Perhaps, even, the entire series of experiences you're going to have today will do the trick in turning around your reprehensible behavior, but if not, at least you can serve as an example to the others in this class."

Mrs. Rose looked at Chad. "Let's start by making sure Mr. Gitt is properly restrained. If you will recall, Mr. Henson, the board ruled several weeks ago, during your own punishment, that discipline assistants may restrain the boys they are punishing by gripping their genitals if necessary. As Mr. Gitt will be receiving the longest spanking administered in class this year, I believe it would be wise for you to take advantage of their permission. I believe that Mr. Gitt's genital appendage protrudes enough for you to get a good grip -- it certainly appears to be no smaller than your underdeveloped penis was when you were standing in his same position, and your discipline assistant certainly had no trouble gripping it at that time. So please grasp Mr. Gitt, by his genital appendage now. If you have difficulty, I will show you how to grip it so that he does not pull loose if he is tempted to thrash excessively when the pain in his bottom becomes unbearable."

Emily flinched weakly as the fingers of Chad's left hand, guided by Mrs. Rose, closed on her projecting clitoral nub, surprisingly still hard, even through her fear, but she was unable to move far, because Mrs. Rose had clamped a firm hand on her butt to prevent her from jutting it backwards. "No," she whispered, weakly, as his fingers closed on her nub, squeezing firmly. "No," she said again softly. "Please no. Please don't let him touch me there. It's not right!" Mrs. Rose ignored her protests, and using her right hand, she guided Chad's thumb into Emily's open slit, showing him how press inward and grip the underside of her clitoris by pressing firmly into her damp, warm cleft.

"No! Nooooo!" Emily wailed, her voice getting stronger. Mrs. Rose glowered at her.

"Hush, Mr. Gitt! For all of his baby-like histrionics when being punished, I don't recall Mr. Henson squalling like that when you grasped his genitals. And don't think that this is the worst that could happen to you. If Mr. Henson is unable to hold you still by his grip on this particular appendage, we may have to order him to insert his fingers into any other openings on your body that might be deeper and more easily accommodate finger-sized objects. In a normal boy, we would only have his anal opening for such a possibility, but in the case of your rather unusual genital structures there is a distinct and considerably more intrusive possibility." she added warningly.

"Huh?" S. F. said aloud, wonderingly.

"She means she'll have Henson stick a finger in her cunt if she fights," Big Sam explained, just a bit two loudly.

Mrs. Rose turned to glare at him. "What was that, young man?"

"I said, it means you'll have Chad stick his finger in her, um, front if he fights," Big Sam said.

"As I warned Mr. Chen, there is a fine line for boys in this class," Mrs. Rose said, her eyes flashing a warning. "You're this far from it," she added, holding her fingers a tiny fraction apart. "If I was certain you had said what it seemed you had…" She turned back to Chad. "You can squeeze harder, Mr. Henson," she said. "You won't pull it off, although it may feel to Mr. Gitt as if you are."

Emily winced and hunched over her genitals as Chad tightened his grip. Would she really let Chad stick his fingers inside her? Those grubby, disgusting, boy fingers! The way she did when she brought herself private joy? She absolutely die if he did! Stricken with that image, she let herself be pulled by Chad's grip and pushed by Mrs. Rose's pressure on her back, until she settled down across Chad's lap, the bare floor stretching out in front of her. She looked straight down at it, ashamed to show her face in this position, watching the legs of the desks in her peripheral vision, along with the feet of the watching children, who would now become silent except for a little shuffling of position. She felt Mrs. Rose prodding her legs apart at the knees, and mechanically spread them. Dully, she thought to herself, of course, she's doing to me exactly what she did to Chad when he was being spanked, making me spread my legs so my privates show from behind. They're just doing it to humiliate me. But the thought didn't make it any less humiliating. She could feel the cool air on her now wide open pussy, and in her open butt crack as well. It was a stark contrast to the sizzling heat of the Seven Up inside her, and the dull burn of her obscenely stretched anal ring The anal plug felt like a giant lump of stone in her butt. Unbidden, the image of Chad's butt in that position came to mind. She remembered how she'd been so thrilled that she could see his tiny bag while he was being spanked, even though his little penis was too small to see from behind. She could picture his bottom and the rear view of his genitals vividly still. His pink hole. The ridge of skin suturing him shut between the hole and his bag, where he should have had a girl's neat cleft. And she thought about how she had laughed to herself about how comically his little anal eye had winked at her, while he'd squalled and struggled and she'd methodically beat his butt. She'd enjoyed the sight immensely at the to time, the way his legs had thrashed and his little bag had flexed and bounced, and his butt had clenched when she'd hit him particularly well. That was her now – Chad was looking at her privates like that! Shame washed over her, and she was glad that no one could see her face.

But that blessing ended immediately, as Mrs. Rose suddenly pulled her head up by her hair so that she was looking into Emily's face. "Open your mouth, Mr. Gitt," she ordered. "A child who is going to be spanked as severely as you are must of necessity be gagged. We certainly don't mind the whole school knowing about the severity of your punishment, but at the same time we don't want to disturb the school's neighbors. I should, by rights, used Mr. Henson's underwear as your gag, but that would just make the wetter rather than drier. So we'll have to settle for these school socks from the clothing box.."

Emily's heart raced. She was going to be gagged with her socks! Well, it could be worse – she'd just put them on that morning – how stinky could they be? Reluctantly, but fearing the consequences were she to disobey, Emily opened her mouth and allowed Mrs. Rose to stuff soft white cloth into it. The process seemed to go on and on, as Mrs. Rose pushed more and more cloth into her mouth, until finally her cheeks and mouth were stuffed full to the bursting, and some cloth hung out the front between her teeth. Mrs. Rose let go of her head, and Emily tried to bite down, discovering that her mouth was so full of cloth that she couldn't close it. Surprisingly, though, she could still breathe around the mass of cotton, albeit not easily.

Mrs. Rose was addressing the class. "As you children may have noticed in the past, Mr. Gitt has a rather big mouth. Two socks really weren't sufficient, so I had to use a third."

Emily, still chewing involuntarily on a mouth full of dry cotton and already soaking the cloth with drool, tried to absorb her words. Three socks? But Chad had only put two of her socks in the box. That meant the other socks were already there. But how had there already been socks in the box? Hadn't the box been empty when she'd procured it and brought in over to Chad, when she'd been gleefully ready to start undressing him prior to mocking his baby genitals and then beating his butt?

And then she'd remembered. Chad. Chad the turd Henson had wet his stinking pants like a baby, and Jason had undressed him, and Chad himself had taken off shoes and socks and…

And tossed them in the clothing box, of course. Her blood froze, and she suddenly felt like throwing up. Chad Henson's dirty, disgusting sock was in her mouth! A sock that had been on his piggy, disgusting, sweaty foot! Probably a dirty sock – boys weren't clean, were they? They barely ever took showers. She tried to jerk upright, remembering too late that Chad had her by the clitoris until a jab of pain between her legs brought her up short. She collapsed back on Chad's lap, moaning her disgust faintly through the gag, gasping through her nose and trying not to suck air into her mouth past that disgusting thing.

And then another thought struck her, and made her face bleed white. Chad had peed all the way down his leg – she'd seen him do it, seen the wet streak on his pants, terminating…

Terminating into his sock, of course. He'd thoroughly peed his left sock at the time. Was that the one in her mouth, or was it the right one? Was she, this very minute, exposed to Chad Henson's boy pee?

She shuddered from head to tail, trying hard not to bite on the gag, and resisting the urge to swallow. She might have Chad's pee in her mouth right now! His fouled sock might be against her toungue! She tried to think—had she felt wetness when the sock was stuffed into her mouth? She couldn't remember. And it was hard to focus with her insides burning and her butt hole stretched to the breaking point, and stupid Chad the turd holding her by her girl parts! She moaned again. Mrs. Rose ignored her.

"You may commence with the punishment when you are ready, Mr. Henson," Mrs. Rose commanded. "Given that we have already administered an enema to this miscreant and thus have already seen to her cleanliness, you can forego checking the anal region and simpy begin with the spanking.."

Emily tensed, clenching her butt tightly and closing her legs. This is it! she thought to itself. This is where it starts! She waited, her heart pounding, for the first blow to land. Instead, to her surprise, she felt Mrs. Rose's pointer contact the junction between her legs and push in sharply. "Spread your legs back apart, young man!" Mrs. rose said. "There will be no attempt by boys to hide their shameful private parts while they're being punished, or to protect their anal clefts! Now separate those legs and keep them apart!"

Finding at one of the hardest thing she had ever done, Emily slowly spread her legs again. She found herself swallowing despite her suspicions about the gag. She knew that the boys sitting the left of her friend in front were looking right down between her legs at that very moment, just as they and the girls on that side had looked down between the legs of all the boys who had gotten spanked. The thought made her involuntarily close her legs again. Mrs. Rose spoke up. "That simply will not do, Mr. Gitt! Because of your recalcitrance, I believe it will be necessary to increase your humiliation by changing Mr. Henson's position." Grabbing the entire chair with both children on it, Mrs. Rose drag Chad's share around by 90°, so that Emily's butt was now facing the class, and her head was toward the black board. Emily realized, to her horror, that her open legs were now revealing her pussy to everyone as well as her anal region. Mrs. Rose stalked to the front of the classroom and opened her drawer, extracting a thick pad which she brought back to the center of the room. "Legs apart, Mr. Gitt," she ordered, prodding. Emily reluctantly spread her legs again, and Mrs. Rose inserted the pad between them just above the knees, tying it to both legs with a strap around the thighs. Emily found she now could not close her legs – they were widely spread, cool air on her pussy confirming her vulnerability. "There," Mrs. Rose said. "Now Mr. Henson will have excellent access to the area of your gluteal cleft, and the pad should also reduce your kicking during your well-deserved spanking. Also, everyone in the room now has an excellent view of your shameful private areas, as should be the case when a boy is spanked. Mr. Henson, we have delayed long enough. Please began warming, this disgusting, disobedient, disrespectful brat's bottom at once!"

There was a pregnant pause, when Emily and everyone else in the room seemed hold their breath. Emily couldn't help suddenly, involuntarily clenching her butt as if to ward off the coming blow, unaware that the tensing made her pussy actually gape in the center, so that Jimmy Chen, from his position, found to his amazement he was looking right into the tunnel of her vagina, right into the place a boy was supposed to put his penis. He found himself yearning to do just that.

Then the spell was broken. Emily felt a rush of air above her bare flesh an instant before the surprisingly loud crack of muscled hand on soft, vulnerable ;bottom skin, and almost simultaneously Emily registered a jolt of surprisingly sharp, tingling pain as Chad landed his hand firmly right at the juncture of Emily's buns, directly over her plugged butt hole. He had put all of his hatred of Emily, all of his anger in the things she'd done to him, and the humiliation of his last spanking at her hands into that blow, and although his hand stung, he enjoyed a grim satisfaction at Emily's response. Emily's body stiffened, and she let out a little whuffing noise, and her buns immediately contracted in a shivering fashion to his blow. He raised his hand high and brought it down on her still tensed right buttock, and then immediately her left, landing it just as she unclenched, noting with satisfaction the two red hand prints he'd neatly made on her lower flanks. Emily moaned, clenching her buns again tightly, tears already starting to drift out of her eyes. With grim determination, Chad ignored the pain his hard blows were causing in his hand, and gave her to more spanks in quick succession on the upper part of her buns.

"Noooooo!" Emily tried to squeal. "No! Make him stop! It hurts! It hurts!" But all that came out of her stuffed mouth was a muffled "Mmmmph! Mmmm-mmmph!" The socks in her mouth were now totally soaked in drool, and drool began dripping out of the corner of her mouth.

"Gee, did that hurt?" Chad said sardonically. "Wait 'til you feel this one!" He tightened his grip on the hard little nub of her clitoris, mildly disliking the slimy wet feel of her cleft, his fingers already starting to ache from the ferocity of his grip. He took solace from the fact that her little penis-nub thing must be hurting far worse, and raised his hand high, to bring it down right in the center of her butt with a meaty smack. Emily shot both legs out behind her and began bawling, kicking her free lower legs and fluttering her bound hands as she struggled ineffectively. Her protests became a muffled wail, and Chad had to tighten his grip on her clitoris, digging a short fingernail into the damp underside. He ignored the sting in his hand and gave her a pair of quick smacks on alternate sides of her upper butt, enjoying her ever more frantic struggles as her butt began taking on a bright pink hue all over. Ugly little spanking bumps were popping up on her pink skin, the bumps that every child develops during a brisk spanking. Now for the ol' pooper, he thought to himself, aiming low and in the middle and striking her twice over the anus, the second time so hard that he felt the butt plug bruise his palm. He was gratified, though, by her reaction, her butt clenching, her legs shooting out, and her lower legs, where they weren't bound together around the pad, flailing wildly. His hand stung painfully, but he was going to get her back and then some for every little thing she had done to him! And for the things she had done to Alan, and S. F., and Randy Martinez, too! He put even more force into his blows as he spanked both sides of her lower butt, right on the sit spots, remembering how badly his butt had hurt from the many spankings he'd received, and how humiliated he had been to receive them in front of an audience!

Jimmy Chen was in heaven, as was Cynthia behind him, but for different reasons. Cynthia was enjoying the spectacle of Emily Gitt's butt being painfully blistered right in front of her, imagining the pain and humiliation Emily must feel all spread out like that, the only girl ever to be exhibited naked to the boys and spanked harder than any of them. And to be spanked by Chad! That must really be killing her! She also gloried in Emily's appearance – she knew she had a much finer, more rounded posterior than Emily's boyish butt, and she certainly had finer tits! She actually had perky little mounds with nicely proportioned nipples – she'd certainly admired them enough in the mirror recently, wondering what Chad would think of them if he were to see them and wishing she had the courage to take him somewhere and show him. And her girl parts were much more attractive, she was certain! As had most girls, Cynthia had squatted over a mirror more than once to look at herself from down there, and had been, overall, pleased with the result – she looked very womanly from that angle, much like the Penthouse models she'd seen on all fours in that magazine with her sparse, light brown pubic hair and her padded, maidenly cleft with just a hint of clitoris rounding the top. Even her anus was more attractive than Emily's – a tight fleshy star as symmetrical and pink as Chad's. She wondered if she and Chad had the cutest butt holes in the class, then quickly pushed that thought aside as silly. It wasn't like there'd ever be a contest! But if there was, she was pretty sure Emily would be in last place!

Jimmy was focusing on Emily's gaping pussy, trying to memorize every detail of those moments for later contemplation, perhaps when he had a handful of cock and was alone in his room. It didn't matter that it was attached to Emily, it was a pussy, an actual, wide open, wet, gaping pussy! You could see the dick hole in there, receding into darkness! He fantasized, for a moment, he was the king, and Chad was his servant, ordered to soften up the maiden and make her pliable for his master. In moments, he'd separate his royal robes and step up, his foot long cock the envy of all the courtiers as he strode to the bend over girl and, without hesitation, sunk his huge tool deep into that open cunt, making her buck with squeals of mixed pain and pleasure as he rode her the way he'd seen guys in internet porno flicks ride girls – hard and fast and with deep, satisfying thrusts. And when he'd cum in her, he'd pull out to applause and immediately be hard again, this time forcing his dick up her butt, making her feel his majesty…

He suddenly was aware that his more realistically sized cock was throbbing in his pants, threatening to shoot off if he so much as brushed it. That certainly wouldn't do – he might make a visible wet spot. He'd started wet cumming at about the same time Chad had, a fact that he'd shared gleefully with Chad only about a week before, after a nightly solo jackoff session when he'd suddenly felt a satisfying internal pressure when he came and wet his fingertips with slimy fluid. He tore his eyes away and tried to think about disgusting things – dead puppies, mouthfuls of poop, maggots in muffins, and with relief felt his penis give one more, disappointed little shudder and then slip past the moment without cresting or leaking more than a drop or so of precum. Better. Now he could watch again, his penis satisfied for the moment and clearly shrinking again. As he turned his eyes back to the spanking, he realized that more than two minutes had passed, and Chad had already landed more than 50 good spanks on his enemy's thrashing and now painfully sore bare bottom. Yet Mrs. Rose simply stood there with arms crossed, watching, showing no signs of stopping Chad. Jimmy remembered how his own butt had felt at this point his spanking, the one that Lindsay had administered with such effectiveness while stroking him to orgasm in the process, hoping to make him cum and be punished for it. But he'd been a dry cummer then – not like now. He remembered how he had been aware of nothing but seething pain, pain that kept doubling and redoubling in his hind quarters. He'd been a thrashing, mindless little animal by this point and then Lindsay had squeezed his balls so hard that he'd forgotten about his throbbing, burning butt momentarily. That had been bad, really bad. And the whipping on the horse had been much worse! But she was going to get a taste of something like that too, wasn't she? Plus the promised whipping on the old puss! Get her, Chad, he thought to himself with satisfaction. Get her for all of us!

Chad was panting now, tiring just as Gabriel had from his vigorous paddling of Tommy, but unlike Tommy, Chad was using his unprotected hand to blister Emily's butt, and as a consequence was experiencing severe hand pain now with each meaty smack. But he took solace in Emily's violent gyrations despite his firm grip on her clitoris, and in the muffled wail that emanated continuously from her gagged mouth. He hope his peed sock was right up against her tongue! He grimaced again as his hand complained from striking Emily's bright red behind right up high, near the tailbone. Better stick with the softer areas from now on, down in the sit spots and over her butt hole, he thought. And better make these count – it wasn't clear how much longer he could keep this up, let alone how much longer Mrs. Rose would let him. He landed another smack, this one over her butt hole. He was surprised how long he'd been allowed to go on already. Emily's butt was blistered, bright red, and bumpy all over now, and she'd have been screaming at the top of her lungs if she hadn't been gagged. A puddle of mixed tears, drool, and snot had gathered under her face on the floor, where it dripped off her cheeks, her chin, and her twisting face. he was pretty sure she felt the same way he had. Figuring he only had a few more good blows in him, Chad decided to up the ante, ignore his pain and exhaustion, and make them count. With his left hand, he pinched down on her clitoris more tightly than he had already, while with his right hand, he increased the tempo of his spanking, landing blow after blow right in the center of her butt, not allowing that tortured skin to cool off between his hard smacks.

The effect on Emily was electric. She arched her neck and back, clenched her butt tightly, and squalled her distress of the top of her lungs, trying to push the gag out of her mouth with her tongue without success so she could scream her displeasure. Her lower abdomen drove into Chad, pressing so hard that he became aware of his stiff, projecting penis pressing into her, and his organ's thrilled response to the contact, a thrill that increased as her body began shuddering with the overwhelming pain he was causing her the 50 or so square inches of flesh surrounding her anus. Looking at the spot he was hitting over and over again, Chad discovered to his surprise, that it was already covered with red blisters, and that a livid line of blisters ran down both sides of the girl's crack as well. He hit her a sixth time right on that spot, then a seventh, and eight, a ninth, and a tenth! Emily's face was a rictus of pain, her voice a muffled wail, her legs stiff to the knees and kicking wildly below that. The children on the right hand side of the classroom could see the snot trailing down her face, off her chin, and joining the puddle of tears on the floor, and the snot bubbles she was blowing with each of her muffled squeals. Her face was so puffy as to be unrecognizable, and even though she had short hair, it was smeared with snot.

Chad felt powerful, almost invincible with his enemy at his mercy across his lap. He realized that his hand was seriously bruised and beginning to throb unbearably, but he didn't care. His dick was beginning to pulse in its diaper to the stimulation of her kicks and shudders, telling him squirting himself was imminent. In triumph, he forced himself to land two more, even harder spanks right over the enema plug, while leaning slightly to the right so he could look right at her wide open pussy from close range while he did it. Emily's frenzied kicking in response sent him over the edge, his penis pulsing pleasurably in his diaper as he squeezed his butt involuntarily against the chair and halted his spanking rhythm briefly as the pleasure flowed through him, a halt that was obscured completely by Emily's frenzied thrashing, as was his orgasmic convulsion. Catching himself, he looked guiltily toward Mrs. Rose, but she appeared to have seen nothing amiss, merely nodding to him to go on. He realized immediately, thought, that his anger was ebbing rapidly now that he'd spent himself into his pants. I'll give her three for the road, he thought to himself, and then tell her I'm done. Might as well leave some butt for Randy to blister. He reared back higher than he had reached so far, and brought his hand down in the center of her left bun, her right bun, and then directly over her plugged anus. His hand shrieked in agony that he tried not to show, and Emily managed to produce an unearthly wail even louder than the bawling she had been doing already throughout her long and hard spanking. Chad rested his hand on her blistered bottom, marveling at the heat it was getting off as Emily thrashed and blubbered incoherently. His stubby penis was now soft and steamy feeling in his diaper, and belatedly he wondered if it had ejected enough liquid to trigger the color change the diapers underwent when used. He couldn't see directly, not with Emily blocking his view of his lap. It hadn't felt like that much, he realized in retrospect – all of his activities on Sunday had pretty much milked him out, and then Tommy's efforts late that night had finished the job. Well, he didn't care. If the wetness marker came up, he'd just pee in it a bit more and say he'd lost control. What was the big deal if they kept diapering him? They'd all seen his dick, anyway, and besides, he had hair now. Not much, but hair. He felt good. Emily probably hated him with a passion, the way he'd hated her after his spanking. I don't care if she hates me the rest of my life, he thought. Because I'll always have this moment.

Jimmy Chen, who was still Emily's gaping pubescent pussy in fascination from his view point directly in line with her butt, gave Chad a thumb's up, grinning happily. Over Chad's lap, Emily he was still thrashing and moaning as if Chad was still spanking her butt, rather than simply, idly stroking its bumpy, tortured surface. Belatedly he realized that although he what he was doing was comforting his aching hand, his stroking was probably pure torture to Emily's raw and blistered skin. Deliberately he increased the pressure of his stroking, kneading the hot, bumpy skin and pressing hard. Hope this hurts her even more, he thought to himself, happy with her continued protests. He remembered how much it had hurt to have his own raw, sore butt massaged by Mrs. Rose and pushed even harder to increase the friction.

He realized he was still tightly pinching Emily's penis like nub, and relaxed his hand a little to ease the cramp it had developed, but not so much he lost his grip. In fact, with all her thrashing and gyrating, he didn't feel, at that moment, that letting go was safe. Mrs. Rose had turned her back and was retrieving a lotion bottle from her desk, along with a rubber glove. She reached down and handed the glove to Chad.

"Put this on, Mr. Henson," she ordered. "It's a size small, so it should fit your hand. Then apply this lotion liberally to the entire spanking area," she said loudly, to be heard over Emily's complaints. "No, don't let go – you won't be able to hold her if you do." She held the glove open so that Chad could slide his hand into it. "The lotion is necessary in extensive punishments like this one. It will help keep Mr. Gitt's skin soft and supple and prevent premature skin breakage, so that he will be able to endure the extensive additional punishment scheduled for him later today."

"But Mrs. Rose, won't that lotion make Emily's bottom hurt less?" Cynthia asked, as Chad let Mrs. Rose pull the glove over his bruised hand and held it up so she could began squirting lotion into its palm. "I believe when Chad was being punished, you commented that no boy should experience anything after a spanking that reduces in any way the pain that the boy feels. I believe that you said that the purpose of spankings was to make the boy's bottom hurt unbearably and continue to hurt for a long time afterward."

"I don't need you to instruct me on how to spank the bottoms of miscreants, Cynthia. But as you raised the issue, let me reassure you that Mr. Gitt will not be soothed in any way by the lotion Mr. Henson is now applying to him. It may look like ordinary hand lotion, but it contains a few drops of pepper juice -- just enough to make it burn unpleasantly and enhance the sting of the efforts that Mr. Henson put in on Mr. Gitt's bottom," Mrs. Rose said.

The children watching quickly found that Mrs. Rose had not been exaggerating about the effects of the lotion. As Chad liberally coated Emily's backside, taking care to rub lotion over the entire hot, bumpy surface of Emily's blistered buttocks, they began taking on an even more rosy hue, and Emily's wails increased, along with her butt clenching and thrashing about. Chad had to pinch her little penis-like nub even harder to hold her from sliding off his lap entirely. Still, he kept at his task, sliding his gloved had between the cleft of her buttocks whenever she unclenched, and even letting his fingers drift between her legs to the lips of her gaping pussy, periodically holding his hand out so Mrs. Rose could squirt more lotion into it. When Mrs. Rose didn't say anything, he got bolder, rubbing lotion up and down her cleft and working it in, even letting his finger penetrate her vagina up to the knuckle twice, the sensation through the glove feeling eerily like penetrating his brother's rectum with soap. Finally he stopped rubbing lotion into her and rested his palm on her buttocks, gently kneading the surface but not reaching for more lotion.

"All done, Mr. Henson?" Mrs. Rose said. Emily was still howling through the sock gag, the spit-wet cloth muffling her moans only slightly. "Very well then. You may release Mr. Gitt."

Chad let his tired fingers relax their grip on Emily's genitals, withdrawing his hand from between his legs and flexing it, trying to ease the cramp he'd developed pinching Emily and holding tightly for so long. Emily sagged backwards into a squatting position, her legs barely holding her as she leaned her upper body against Chad's side and bounced in agony, snot bubbles blowing from her nose and her face covered with a mixture of snot and tears, her hair clinging to the mixture in spots. Mrs. Rose seized her by her bound arms and hauled her to her feet, dragging her to the tape line so that her small, conical nipples and her genitals were again on display. Emily tried to squat down again, and Mrs. Rose tapped her buttocks threateningly. "Stand up, Mr. Gitt," she ordered. "On your own feet! Or I'll have Mr. Henson get the paddle and strike your bottom until you do!"

Emily made a supreme effort and stood on shaky legs, bouncing slightly in place and still bawling in a muffled fashion around her sock-stuffed mouth. Her projecting clitoris was now an irritated red color, with a visible fingernail indentation in the bottom that Chad had made when he'd tightened his grip in response to her thrashing. The lips of her vulva were red, too, from the lotion. As Chad was still seated in the spanking chair to Emily's right, he had a bird's eye view of the projecting nub and the lips of her pussy along with the red, blistered flank that was facing him. Man, he'd gotten her good, he thought with satisfaction. He knew from personal experience, some of it at Emily's hands, how much a red butt like that hurt! He also knew the humiliation of standing where she was now, bawling in front of one's classmates with one's naked, pathetic body on display, the other kids staring at one's genitals freely and with expressions of contempt. He hoped Emily was as thoroughly shamed as he'd been when he'd had to stand naked and crying in front of them, knowing all of them had just watched him be spanked by an opposite sex classmate and watched as he cried and struggled. And he hoped that having to exhibit her less than perfect genitals and butt was as humiliating for her as being forced to exhibit his immature but hard penis was to him.

Mrs. Rose motioned Chad out of the chair and stuck it in the corner to await Emily there when the time came, then bustled about picking up equipment as Chad took his normal seat, the plastic of the diaper rustling under him. He glanced down, relieved to see his tiny squirt of semen had not been enough to make the wet diaper indicator change color. Well, he didn't produce much cum, he had to admit, especially after the workout his dick had gotten yesterday. Emily bounced, swayed, and cried her way through the next 10 minutes, never ceasing to struggle with the bonds tying her arms. The whole class watched, fascinated, as the snot/tears mixture trailed down Emily's neck and then began inching down her chest, arching neatly around the nipple of one flat tit and then continuing down her stomach, advancing with each bounce until the stream approached her pubic mound. It flowed easily across that now smooth and hairless surface, curving around her projecting clitoris and then seeping beside her pussy down to the bottom of her split, where it began dripping off with each shudder and shake that Emily produced.

Finally, Emily's cries had dropped to moans, and Mrs. Rose came around to Emily's front and roughly yanked the socks out of her mouth, digging in and pulling one after the other until Emily, almost gagging, spit the last soaked tube of cloth onto the ground next to her tear/snot puddle. She began making sniffling, hiccupping sounds, obviously grateful to have her airways clear again and trying to control her humiliating crying. Mrs. Rose took a handful of baby wipes and, holding Emily's head firmly from behind, began wiping down her puffy, swollen face, moving down her body until she was above Emily's projecting nipples. She then stopped, took the wipes to the trash, and turned to the class. "I need a classmate to finish cleaning up Mr. Gitt," she announced. "As he is a boy, I'm going to call for boys to do this task. Someone who hasn't participated yet in his punishment. Someone who won't prolong the task unnecessarily for his own pleasure." Her eyes swept the room of eager boys waving their hands in the air. "You, Mr. Delvecchio," she said, to the only boy who wasn't eagerly volunteering. Let the little poofta deal with that, she thought to herself with satisfaction. She wanted to humiliate Emily as much as possible by having boys handle her, but there was no reason to pick a boy who might enjoy it, might even cream in his pants over it. With Alan she was willing to bet that would never happen. Now if he was cleaning up Henson…

Alan, looking reluctant, obeyed, taking the tissues and dabbing at Emily's tits as she flushed with embarrassment. He followed the snot trail down, having to scrub the top of her slit and then the right side to clear the gradually drying fluid off. At one point his hand slipped on the slippery trail, plunging his fingertips into her gaping slot for the moment, but he quickly extracted himself with a look of distaste and motored on. As he reached the bottom of her cleft, though, he had no choice but to rub the base of her slit repeatedly, the wipes digging in deeply as the loose pussy lips separated, the pink, wet tissue shining under his ministrations. With an almost audible sigh of relief, Alan finally straightened up and threw the tissues away. Mrs. Rose looked at the sniffling Emily, who was still dancing in place.

"I'm going to untie your hands, Mr. Gitt," she said. "But you are not, under any circumstances, to attempt to comfort your bottom. In fact, you may not touch yourself anywhere in your underpants region! To do so will mean additional punishments for you. Is that clear?"

Emily nodded urgently, sniffing. "I need…." Emily croaked. "I need…. I need to go…" she paused and hiccupped, tried again. "I need… to go… to the…bathroom…. Please," she gasped out, sniffing in the pauses and swallowing elaborately. "It burns….. can't stand it!"

"You will stand right here, Mr. Gitt, until I say otherwise," Mrs. Rose said evenly. "You're being punished, and that means enduring pain and humiliation. Right now, it's important for your classmates to have a chance to look at you and see what awaits them if they behave as stupidly as you did. And that plug shall remain your bottom until just before time to remove and insert the Stimulator! At that point, and not before, I will have the three boys in charge of you take you to the boy's bathroom." She deliberately untied Emily's hands. "Now put those hands behind your head and keep them there, while you're on display as an example to the class!"

Emily wiggled and twitched and hopped from 1 foot to the other, tensing her butt and thrusting her now bald pussy repeatedly towards the class for the next 30 minutes. Unable to comfort her burning butt with her hands, she was forced to endure the fire that blazed across both her cheeks, while at the same time enduring the probing eyes of what seemed to be an entire mob of smirking boys, alternately staring at her bare, exposed pussy, her tiny, but erect nipples, and her shame reddened faced. She felt dirty with all those piggy boys' eyes virtually raping her. She could not ignore the constant throbbing of her fiery red butt. She never realized spankings hurt that much! She had dismissed Chad's histrionics while she was spanking him as another example of his baby like behavior, behavior that matched his baby like, hairless genitals. But now, as she stood there, her butt aflame, she wondered how he had stood it. And his hands hadn't even been bound! How had he kept from reaching back and trying to block the stinging blows on his blazing butt? And how had he been able to endure waiting all morning and through lunch for his afternoon paddling, a paddling that was bound to hurt many times more on an already sore, well spanked butt? How was she going to stand it? Her but burned unbearably already! How was she going to be able to stand being tied to the horse, her butt facing the class in her legs spraddled to display her genitals from the rear, as that fat pig Randy Martinez took a paddle to her poor, tender butt? And after that...

Well, she didn't want to think about after that. But she could not stop an image that kept popping into her head, and the image of that pale, bloodless Farlow brat gleefully taking a small switch to her now bare and unprotected pussy, and the oversized nub that she had been so ashamed to let the other kids see. She tried to push the image out of her brain, but it just kept popping up -- little Sam's white face gleaming as he gleefully raised the switch and brought it down between her legs over and over, making her shriek in agony as Chad has shrieked when his own genitals were pummeled with a soccer ball, had shrieked loudly enough to be heard clear across the divide between the two classrooms. It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair that she be treated like a beastly boy! She looked down at her still red genitals, wincing involuntarily as she imagined being whipped on them. She lifted her gaze, only to catch Jimmy Chen looking meaningfully at her crotch, glancing to make sure Mrs. Rose wasn't watching, and then point to his own crotch and hers and then smirk knowingly. She cringed and he grinned. Now there was a brat who needed his turd dick whipped! It wasn't fair!