Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 98
by Chadlad

copyright 2008 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 98: What this Girl Needs is to Learn Self-Control!

Gabriel was, in fact, in the living room downstairs, playing on the Playstation when Tommy found him. He looked up when Tommy walked in, fear first washing his face before he fought it down and replaced it with a stony look. He's still afraid of me, Tommy thought to himself with surprise. Even after all the stuff he's done to me, and that I've accepted without fighting, he's still afraid of me. Even after I got on my knees in front of him last night and voluntarily sucked his little dick he's still afraid. Well, it made sense – he had, after all, held this boy down and fucked his butt and started all this. Was that really only 3 days ago? It seemed like a lifetime. "Come on," he said. "You've got to come upstairs to the bathroom with me," he said. The Chapstick still felt a mile wide in his rectum, and he wanted it out.

"Why?" Gabriel said. "Are we giving you a bath or something? Is Dakota going to meet us there?"

"No," Tommy said. "It's hard to explain. Just come on."

"I think it's funny that you have to be naked all the time," Gabriel said. "Your peter's not so big," he added beligerantly.

Tommy looked down at his faded orange genitals. The humiliation of the way Dakota had just rammed that thing up his butt, and the whole thought of licking Gabriel's butt hole had combined to make his dick look downright tiny. "Never mind that," he said. "Come on. Dakota says I have to do something, and you have to be there."

"I don't know," Gabriel said, not moving. "I think I'd rather wait of Dakota, or for Chad to come home. How do I know you won't try to take me up the chute again?"

Jealousy of the boy's love of Chad flared in Tommy, but faded just as quickly. Of course Gabriel liked Chad better than him – Chad hadn't raped him.

"I'm not going to attack you," Tommy said.

"You did before," Gabriel said. "You shoved your peter right up my butt! You made me bleed! How do I know you don't want to do it again?

"If I wanted to do that, I'd just do it right here," Tommy said, exasperated. "I'm bigger than you, I'm stronger than you, and if I wanted to stuff my dick up your butt again, I'd just do it and you couldn't stop me. Now come on."

"I'd yell," Gabriel said.

"I'd cover your mouth," Tommy countered.

"I'd bite, then," Gabriel said.

"This is stupid," Tommy said. "You know and I know that I could fuck you up your baby butt anytime I wanted to. Heck, I could fuck Chad up his butt if I wanted to, too! I'm bigger than both of your, and I'm stronger, too. I never even intended to do you in the first place – I was mad at Jesse! And you know it! You just say that stuff to yank me around. But it's not gonna work. My mom's gonna be home on Friday, and I'm not doing anything to mess things up when she gets here. But she's not here yet, and right now you gotta come up to the bathroom with me."

"Not 'til you tell me what you've gotta do," Gabriel said.

Tommy sighed. He needed to get this over with before he thought about it anymore. "Your sister shoved something up my behind," he said finally, deciding for truth as an approach for a change. "She says you have to be there when I get it out again. Or Beth is going to paddle me with a giant paddle about 2 feet long."

"Really? Sounds like fun," Gabriel said, turning to face Tommy and crossing his legs, Indian style, in front of him. Tommy's eyes involuntarily sought out the boy's crotch before he could stop himself. Gabriel watched him and smiled knowingly. "Wanna see it?" he said in a teasing voice. "You can suck it if you want."

Tommy sighed, wishing his body would stop betraying him. "I want this thing out of my butt," he said. "So quit being an asshole and come one."

" Get it out? How? You're going to stick your fingers up your chute and get it?" Gabriel said, looking interested.

"Not that way," Tommy said.

"Well, I sure as heck ain't going to stick my fingers in there," Gabriel said. "You're chute's probably full of poop."

"You're not going to do it either," Tommy said. "Now come on."

Courtney Snetch no longer cared that she was naked. She didn't care that her cousins and the boys from her class were looking at her tits, or her butt, or her now denuded pussy, with its bare lips and cleft shockingly free of hair and looking like a 3rd grader's. She didn't care about any of this, because she was making little spasmodic hops around the room with her back arched, clutching deep between her buns with both hands, pressing on her butt hole, trying to press the overwhelming, unbelievable pain away from her anus while at the same time squealing like a tortured pig. Her breasts bounced with her hops, her pussy thrust and convulsed, and her butthole clenched and throbbed. Oh God, it hurt! She couldn't believe how much it hurt – wave after wave after wave of pain originating in her anal star and spreading like fire across her body. Meanwhile, the events that had led to this just kept replaying in her mind.

She'd been restrained, just like her mother had promised. Velcro straps had bound her arms to the legs of the wooden chair she was lying across over Jimmy Chen's lap, and more straps had been used to bind her thighs to the chair (her lower legs had been left free, her mother pointing out that she could kick as much as she wanted without it interfering with her "rightful" punishment. Then her mother had tied straps around her upper thighs, next to her pussy. These straps had cinches on them, enabling her to cinch them around her thighs with the cinches in the inverted V of her crotch. The ends were then brought across the backs of her thighs right next to her butt, so that pulling them had the effect of torquing her thighs, rotating them outward and spreading her lower butt wide. Each strap was tied to the chair once her ass was separated, the one circling her right thigh to the front of the chair, and the strap circling her left thigh to the back of the chair. Courtney could feel her lower butt was spread wide, so wide her pussy could be felt gaping as well. She'd never felt so exposed, and so helpless. Jimmy had looked at the area with great interest, and it was like his eyes were burning holes in her, caressing her tightly pursed slit. He must have liked what he saw, because his penis became a throbbing cylinder under her lower stomach, giving excited little twitches like a living thing, and that made it all the more humiliating. Above her and unseen by her, her mother had looked at Jimmy like she was having second thoughts, but then had handed Jimmy the paint stirrer again.

"Let's see," her mother said. "That was three swats on her anal area originally, but we'll add two for that shameful show of resistance, and 2 more for being forced to restrain you like this. So that makes a total of 7 swats. Try to spread them evenly around the central area, young man."

It was scary and humiliating to be lying there, trussed like a Thanksgiving turkey or something, with your own mom talking about laying swats on your 'anal area.' She knew that meant her butt hole, and the fear had tabbed through her like a knife. But she had forgotten about that in seconds. Because Jimmy Chen had studied her spread behind seriously for a moment, then had brought the little paint stirrer down hard and fast, the tip lined up so that the very edge landed right on the pursed slit of her asshole. And then Courtney had become completely insensible – a blubbering, thrashing, begging caricature of a human being, as Jimmy mercilessly laid down 6 more blows like it, the tip landing each time somewhere on her anal wrinkles, first just to the left of the convulsing slit, then to the right, then at the top edge, then at the bottom, and then two right on the slit again to finish it up. And as soon as he'd finished, her mother had yanked her restraints loose and stood there watching with disapproval as she made a total spectacle of herself.

Chad had cringed with each blow, remembering his own anal punishments. Bathroom trips were going to be a nightmare for her for at least a week, he knew from personal experience. He remembered his daily trips to the back yard, crouching over the patio drain in the bright sunlight on all fours, his legs spread wide, his mother patiently massaging antibacterial lotion into his anal spincter, working it into his rectum as he winced and fought to stay in place, then sliding in the enema tube, waiting for it to do its work. And then had come the hardest part – pushing, feeling the stab of pain and continuing to push as the pain rose and overwhelmed him, pushing until he couldn't stand it, then panting as he waited for the pain to decline so that he could push again, over and over, until his bowel was empty. Then the cleaning, his butt being hosed off and his waste being washed down the drain, his mother putting more lotion on his anus and rubbing it in while reminding him that she loved him but that he'd had to be punished...

Actually, Chad decided that he hadn't viewed your butt hole the same way after being punished there. It didn't feel hidden and safe anymore, it felt vulnerable and, well, obvious somehow—like it was protruding between his buns for everyone to see outlined on his pants. And to top that off, his own anus still spasmed every time he even thought he might be in trouble, trying to squeeze in on itself until it felt like it was making his whole butt pucker.

Courtney's mother was tapping her foot impatiently and looking at her watch. Finally she grasped the leaping Courtney by her shoulders and slowed her hopping. "Quiet down," she ordered in a thundering voice. "Quiet down, or your entire next paddling will be on there, too!"

Courtney, turning white, made a valiant effort to quiet down, calming her squeals to moans and then choked sobs, slowing her hopping until she was bouncing in place clutching her butt, then standing still as her sobs dropped to sniffles. God, it hurt back there! And she had 4 more boys to go through! Her mother wiped her face with tissues, then, like a condemned man being hurried to his position on the execution table, Courtney found herself across Alan's lap, and she received the first of many blows with the smaller wooden spoon. Looking at it from a clinical, detached point of view, the wooden spoon was an entirely different experience from being paddled with a paint stirrer or being hand spanked. The wooden spoon was curved toward the bowl, so that the center of the bowl touched Courtney's butt first, the main driving force pressing the flesh of her tender behind down as the rest of the curve contacted the spoon and absorbed what was left of the blow. The result had less sting than the paint stirrer with its abrupt, stinging edges, but more deep ache in the muscles of her butt.

But this didn't tell the story, because Courtney wasn't thinking from a clinical point of view. All she was thinking of was that it hurt, it hurt worse than anything she'd imagined, including the previous punishments. Well, maybe not worse that being paddled on her butt hole, but that was over, and this was now. And with every involuntary contraction of her butt, her bruised butt hole added its displeasure to the chorus of round bruises Alan was making on her posterior. Courtney shrieked her discomfort, and would have become a thrashing demon in her desire to escape if her mother hadn't Velcroed her to the chair again. It was so different from before – not that sting, but something deeper, and, she could intuit, also longer-lasting. These bruises would still be aching and throbbing with the surface sting was just a memory. Her whole butt gradually became an aching throb, one big red pulsing ache with a nuclear fire centered in her asshole, so that it was unbearable even though Alan didn't paddle her all that long. After spreading a good 20 blows around her butt, he set the short spoon down and pronounced himself satisfied. "After all, she didn't do anything to me to get me punished," he said. "I just gave her what I did because of what she did to Chad." He paused. "And you other guys," he added belatedly.

Courtney was released again, but this time didn't repeat her butt-clenching, dancing routine of before. She simply stood partially hunched over, her hands gingerly gripping her butt, which was now bright red coupled with darker red blotches from Alan's work. They were separate, irregular ovals scattered all over her butt, so that you could just about count each of Chad's blows. The blotches, when examined closely, as Chad was doing from his position sitting just to the side of her butt, had little red veins running through them, suggesting blood vessel damage of the kind he'd sustained in his punishments. But, overall, he decided, despite her reaction, her bottom didn't look all that bad – not yet, anyway. Not compared to Emily the Bitch's butt, a comparison he could easily make from a glance into the corner at that girl's welted posterior. He felt a thrill of satisfaction when he thought about both girls finally getting what they deserved. It seemed oh, so long ago that he was standing naked in front of class, crying after being spanked, his tiny penis being mocked by Courtney and Emily as he cried and contemplated a bare-ass paddling coming up that afternoon. But now, maybe, the two of them understood what he'd felt.

Courtney moaned when ordered to get over Jeremy's lap, but she complied and was once again trussed in place. But Jeremy was an entirely different person with different motivations than Alan. Rather than his slow, deliberate approach, Jeremy showed a powerful enthusiasm that Courtney recognized from the very first time he raised his hand and let the ping-pong paddle caress her naked posterior. The crack of the paddle was loud, and Courtney wasn't even able to complete her surprised gasp when the second crack sounded, and then the third. At that point, she let out a long, anguished wail as the paddle brought to life the irritations of both previous paddlings and the spanking that started it all. Every oval spoon mark shrieked when struck again, and the red, irritated skin surrounding the marks added its sting to the chorus. And Courtney was clenching her butt spasmodically and moaning in anguished wails as Jeremy tried, with all his strength, to make up for every undeserved paddling he'd ever gotten, and the deserved ones as well, by smacking Courtney's butt as rapidly as he could. Chad and the other boys covered their ears to protect their hearing, Chad shuddering in sympathy over the beating his classmate's butt was taking.

Courtney was completely beaten by the time Jeremy stopped, his arm aching from overuse and his hand stinging from wielding the paddle. His cousin's butt was welted, now, and turning red and purple all over, and she lay upon him completely limp, no fight left in her, sobbing continuously, snot dripping in a trail to the ground to join the pool of tears she'd shed on the concrete next to the rug the boys were sitting on. Her mother wasted no time, simply releasing her ponds, lifting her by gripping her between her legs and under her chest, and holding her up while Matty replaced Jeremy. Courtney's mother didn't tie her down, this time, and she simply slumped in a limp puddle over the small boy's lap continuing to cry. Matty took the longer spoon and began thumping her randomly here and there on the butt, and at times on her thighs and back as well, making up in enthusiasm what he lacked in strength. Courtney just laid there and let him, only her sobs revealing just how much her tortured butt was suffering in this. Matty eventually lost interest and quit, complaining her weight had made his butt fall asleep and that he couldn't feel his legs. He stumbled off the chair when Courtney was lifted as before, and Randy rose slowly and settled onto the creaking chair in his stead. Courtney was lowered over his lap, and he looked up at Mrs. Snetch.

"I'm not a mean hombre, ma'am," he said to her mother. "I know she's awful red already," he said loudly enough to be heard over Courtney's incessant sobbing. "But what she did to me was awful. I had to stand there with ... you know...with my stuff where everyone could see. And you know how I am. I mean, my.." he lowered his voice to almost a whisper. "Mi pipi. Mi cajones. Mi madre says it's because I'm too fat, and I'll never be a real man unless I lose my gut. And she says nobody wants and hombre with not pipi. And I try... but..." He swallowed.

"Anyway, it was awful, being naked in front of everyone like that. I hadn't realized how bad it was, before, until it was me. I didn't think it was that big a deal when Chad and Joey and Alan and Jimmy had to do it. I even kind of made fun of Chad, because he's small, you know – well, you saw. The two of us are like hermanos, you know, down there. Um, no offense, Chad." He looked at Chad, and Chad nodded. He really wasn't offended. He had a small penis, and that was that.

"Anyway, when it was my turn – you don't realize how bad it is, being the only naked person in front of everyone else. Everyone laughing, pointing... and then they stuck that tube in me, and it burned inside, and then I had to go to the bathroom, with her watching..." he pointed to Emily. "So I'm really going to give it to her, that's what I'm saying," he said to Courtney's mother. "I hope you don't mind. I'll probably make blisters on her if you don't stop me. I might make her bleed. Mi madre says if you get spanked long enough, your butt will bleed... she always threatens to make me bleed, and says if she spanks me hard enough, maybe I'll grow some cajones... " he slowly cruised to a halt and looked at her a bit timorously.

"You do what you have to, young man," Mrs. Snetch said. "My daughter started this avalanche – if it buries her, she'll just have to cope. A few blisters would do her good."

"A lot would do her better," Jimmy Chen voiced.

"Okay," Randy said. And there were blisters. Great flocks of them, by the time Randy was done. The long-handled, oval hairbrush didn't sting Courtney as much as the ping-pong paddle, but it made up for it in sheer deep muscle pain. Every blow was like being punched in the butt, little sting but lots of ache. Yet the skin was affected – flocks of blisters appeared first in the centers of her buns, where Randy focused his attention, and then in a neat row down either side of her crack, where the skin was pinched against the skin of the other bun with each blow crossing it. Courtney continued to sob the whole time but no longer had the energy to fight, and the puddle under her face grew bigger. Chad, shifting nervously, wondered if there would be any butt left to paddle by the time it was his turn. Randy finished with 5 straight blows aimed right at Courtney's butt hole, with the result that a find circle of blisters appeared in the lower center of her butt and joined the two groups in the center, forming a sort of flat, rounded triangle of blisters.

But then it was Chad's turn. Courtney was lifted one last time, and he settled into the chair, ultra-conscious of his own butt and how it felt against the hard wood. He looked at the shivering girl's red and purple posterior, and the clusters of blisters in the centers of the tortured buns and the even more prominent group over her asshole. The skin looked bumpy and hot, and he knew, from experience, how it felt. He stroked his hand over the bare skin, feeling Courtney's butt shiver and tremble in response. She was beaten already, just as he'd been beaten when tied to the board and made a soccer-ball target, his balls swelling with each direct or glancing hit from the 6th graders, nothing to do but endure until it was over, his butt and butthole throbbing from being tortured earlier. It was disappointing, really, because he knew, if she was like him, she'd just lie there, limp, and suffer and sob until he was done. And that wouldn't be satisfying for him at all, wouldn't begin to make up for the fear he'd felt when he'd thought he was facing a certain paddling in class that day. A plan solidified in his mind. He picked up the paddle and spoke loudly.

"I bet," he said. "That you didn't even think about how much this hurt when you got us boys in trouble, did you?" Courtney didn't respond other than trembling and crying, but he'd known she wouldn't. "In fact, I bet you didn't even think it did hurt that bad. You probably thought we were all being big babies. That's what you told me – I remember. You told me I was such a baby when I couldn't stop crying because of how much it hurt. You said I belonged in diapers, remember, because I was such a baby I probably pissed my pants. You made fun of my boy parts, too, and that bothered me more than I bet you knew. It bothers all of us, you know. There isn't a one of us in this room who likes his boy parts how they are, not even S. F., if you can imagine that. He thinks his is too big."

"Okay, Matty likes his, but that's it. And that's probably only because he's young yet – in a year or two he'll be just like the rest of us, afraid that anyone who sees our stuff is going to burst out laughing. But after looking at you, and Emily today, I think we've been stupid. Because you girls aren't so great, either. You're just as touchy about the size of your breasts as we are about the size of our boy stuff. And I bet you worry that yours aren't good enough, just like we do about our stuff." He paused. "Anyway, that isn't what I wanted to say. I wanted to say, that it's too easy to just lie there and get your butt beat, that's what I wanted to say. Oh, it hurts – I know that more than anyone. It hurts worse than anything. But after awhile it's just more of the same, and you can't do anything about it anyway, so you just float along with the moment. And the thing is, when it happened to me, when I did the gauntlet thing and got punished all day, I got to where I didn't even feel like I was there, you know? Like when they were kicking that little soccer ball at my privates, after the first few hits, I got to feeling like I was just watching myself. It hurt real bad when the ball would hit me, 'specially when it hit me right in that place. You guys know what I mean. But it was just my body reacting, my mind was someplace else. And part of it was just going limp, like Courtney is now. Same thing happened when my whole family paddled me, and the neighbors, too. I just went limp and floated. My mom even picked me up to move me from one lap to another, just like you just did to Courtney," he said to Mrs. Snetch. "I don't want her to be able to do that when I paddle her. I don't want her limp and floating. I want her to have to focus, and pay attention. So if it's okay, I want to change things a bit," he finished.

"Change things how?" Mrs. Snetch said.

"I want you to untie Courtney," he said. "I want her to have to keep her hands away with her own willpower, not because she's tied. So she has to pay attention, and struggle with her body. And I want her to have to hold something between her knees, so that she has to control her kicking, too, and so she can't go limp. Believe me, I know how hard that is to do – it makes it like 3 times worse when you have to control yourself from reaching back or kicking when it hurts. And we'll make it matter that she controls herself. I want it to be that she gets more licks if she doesn't control herself. Like, I'd set a number that she was getting, and if she misbehaves she gets more."

"You've apparently been thinking about this," Mrs. Snetch said.

"I worked it out while the other guys were busy," Chad said. "I think, maybe, she could hold a small pillow between her knees – she'd have to keep them pressed together or it would drop. And she'd also have to keep her hands at least 6 inches from her butt. Then I'd give her 8 with the paddle, four for each side. Because 8 is a lot with this one – the holes leave big welts that hurt for days – I've been paddled with one of these, so I know -- I've had the welts myself. I've had welts that stuck out farther than my weenie does sometimes," he added, automatically reverting to a juvenile term when talking to a scary adult. "So I know how bad 8 smacks can be. And if she's good and holds still and holds the pillow, I'll stop at 8. I'd space them down her butt as evenly as I can, so she can feel them everywhere, but not so they overlap. But if she earns more, I'd have to overlap them, and that would hurt more, too." He looked at her for her response.

Mrs. Snetch pursed her lips. "What a marvelous idea!" Mrs. Git said. "I swear, I don't understand why my daughter dislikes you so. You're not just a cutey with an adorable little hoo-hah, you're clever, too! And I believe a saw a pillow just in the next room that might do the trick..." And she was off like a shot, returning in moments with a small, decorative pillow with "Niagara Falls" printed on it over a scene of rushing water. Mrs. Snetch said nothing, merely removing Courtney's arm straps and freeing her arms, then her leg straps. Mrs. Git leaned over and separated Courtney's knees, placing the pillow between them.

"Now hold that tightly, dear," she said to the still sniffling girl's back. Courtney merely snuffled and hiccupped, but her leg muscles tightened and the pillow stayed. Her legs were now slightly apart and her butt was bent at a neat 90 degree angle, so Chad had a first-class view of her rear and her genitals, the hairless pussy gaping slightly and the lips reddened from being waxed, the moist, pink flesh showing in the slit, including just a hint of the girl's vaginal opening. Her butt hole was spread wide, too, the pursed muscle puffy and protruding from the beating Jimmy had given it, the wrinkles covered with angry red blotches. As Chad watched, a bubble formed on the tight center slit, expanded, and drifted into the room. He could see Courtney fighting to hold the rest of the gas that had inspired the bubble, her butt hole twitching, the puffy circle almost winking at him.

Two holes, he thought. He still couldn't get over the wonder of the fact that girls had two holes – one for poop, and one for sex. It was amazing to think that every girl in his class, every girl he passed on the street, every single one of them had that special hole – the hole for fucking. His penis hardened in his pants and he looked away. Mrs. Snetch leaned over so she was talking to the side of Courtney's tear-streaked face. Courtney's freed hands were writhing at her sides, near her butt but not quite touching it, showing clearly she knew the consequences if she were to touch herself, but also displaying her strong desire to do so.

"I'm sure you heard what he said, but let me repeat it just to be sure. He's going to give you eight blows, minimum, with his extremely nasty paddle. I'm going to encourage him to swing as hard as he can. We'll wait at least 30 seconds after each blow to let you experience the full effect of it, longer if you're still reacting to it. If you keep your hands away from your bottom and don't drop the pillow, those 8 blows will end your formal paddling, and we'll move on to the final punishment event tonight, the one involving your partner in crime as well. But if you touch any part of your bottom or try to block a blow, if you move your bottom away from the paddle when a blow is being delivered, or you drop the pillow, you'll get an additional blow from the paddle for every violation. That means if you can't control yourself you could be paddled all night, if necessary," her mother said ominously.

She looked at Chad. "I agree with Mrs. Git that this is a surprisingly good idea to have come from a boy with such a checkered history. But perhaps you have to be punished severely yourself to understand punishment fully. This is an excellent chance for my daughter to show that she's learning something about self- control, because if she doesn't learn quickly, the results are going to be very painful indeed." Her eyes became more intense. "But there's no backing down, young man, once you start. Courtney has to know that when she's told she'll be punished a certain way, it will happen. That means if she can't hold still and needs 20, or 30, or 50 blows with the paddle, you'll give them. No backing down once you start. Is that understood? Because if you can't do it, I'll have to take over."

"I understand, ma'am," Chad said. "I'll follow through all the way, I promise."

"Even if she's bleeding?" Mrs. Snetch said. "Even if it takes 100 blows, and her behind looks like hamburger?"

"Yes, ma'am," Chad said solemnly.

"Very well," Mrs. Snetch said. She nodded at Courtney. "You may begin."

Courtney began to shiver against Chad's lap, and a low moaning sound escaped her as Chad raised the paddle. Her butt tensed and quivered, the blisters in the centers dancing, her butt hole twitching and quivering. Chad let her wait a moment, then brought the paddle crashing down on her upper right bun, trying to land it as evenly as possible on the ruddy, bumpy skin that had been so velvety smooth when he'd been washing her. Courtney's body tensed, her back arching, and she squealed. Her hands twitched and made it half way to her butt before she fought them back to her sides. Her feet arched and made little kicking motions, but the pillow stayed between her spread legs. Her butt hole made little jumping motions, the swollen anal ring looking like a carp sucking at food on the surface of the water. Courtney squealed on her next two breaths, finally settling down to hyperventilation.

"That's one," Chad said, waiting. The seconds ticked by, and Courtney settled down to a continuous trembling and twitching. A perfect square of dark red appeared on her bright red butt, with two rows of three perfect circles rising from the surface to bulge like little checkers, the edges quickly purpling. They almost looked like 6 retracted penises, penises like his and Randy's when they were at their shrunken worst. Chad watched them with a sort of clinical interest – they looked sore as hell. He bet she'd freak if he touched one of them – his own welts had certainly been that sensitive. He waited, until Mrs. Snetch nodded at him, then lifted the paddle again. Courtney, seeing the shadow of the paddle move on the floor, began that low, shivery moan again. Putting his weight behind it (which wasn't that much, but still mattered), Chad brought the paddle crashing down on her right bun again, just below his previous target. The dry smacking noise echoed from the corners of the room, and Courtney shrieked again, louder this time, with more shrieks following than had the first time. Her butt quivered and shook, her butt hole twitched and jumped, her vulva convulsed, and her hands almost touched the surface of her butt before she, with great effort, made them move away again. But, despite the fact her lower legs twitched and shook, she kept her knees together. "That's two," Chad commented loudly. "I'll give her number 3 when you're ready."

"Nooooooooooo!" Courtney moaned. "Pleeeeeeeeeease! I can't take any moooooooooore!" she wailed.

"Still at least 6 more to go," her mother rejoined. "Probably more if you don't behave." Chat watched a second square of dark red appear on the girl's butt, with just the tiniest line of brighter red between it and the other square. As before, the welts rose right before his eyes, their purple edges making them look like some board game tattooed on her ass. Courtney quivered longer this time before settling down to the continuous trembling she'd been doing since the start of this round of punishment. The seconds ticked by. Chad, looking at his watch, realized it had already been almost 2 minutes since he'd started, and she'd still only had ¼ of her paddling. At this rate, her paddling was going to last more than 5 minutes, probably a lot more! He remembered his own paddling in class, which had lasted barely over three minutes but had seemed like an eternity. He was glad he was on this end of the paddle this time. The other boys were silent, their eyes big and staring as they gaped at the welts and the dark red blotches he was raising. Probably thinking about how it would feel on their own butts, Chad thought. Jeremy, from his position on Chad's extreme right, shifted more forward and turned, so he was looking directly into Courtney's butt rather than at the side of it. Probably watching her cunt jump and twitch, Chad thought. It was rather a mesmerizing show, even from his angle. He marveled at the fact that he'd never even seen between a girl's legs prior to three weeks ago, and now he'd seen three, and was being allowed to watch this one at his leisure. He could even see the hole in there, the hole for sex, where a boy's dick was supposed to go. He wondered what it would be like to slide his dick in there, all stiff 2 inches of it. He'd hump like a madman if he were ever to do that, he decided. He'd move his dick in and out in little strokes so fast that his dick would look like a reciprocating saw blade running – just a blur of motion. He became aware of his hard on, which he'd apparently developed somewhere along her, extending his pants front and jabbing Courtney's soft stomach. Her shivering was very erotic now that his dick was poking into her shaking body. (Chad have never felt a vibrator on his dick of course, being a rather naïve little boy and never having had contact with the one in his mother's beside drawer, but had he felt one he'd have noticed the resemblance right away). He wondered if she could feel his dick prodding her, giving satisfied little jumps. Probably didn't care right now, not with the way her butt must feel. But she might remember it later, when she was more reflective.

Mrs. Snetch nodded, and it was time for the 3rd blow. He raised the paddle and brought it down hard again, now on her lower right bun. Courtney's back arched and her face came up until it was staring at the wall as this one contacted, her buns squeezing mightily so that the blood was forced out and a white area appeared on either side of her crack and her blisters stood out like red dots against white skin. She kept her hands down, but her legs kicked several times. She just managed to hold the edge of the pillow between her knees, but only by the cloth right next to the fringes. "No, please! No, please! No, please!" she wailed over and over again, snot trailing from her nose to the ground. Jeremy looked at his aunt, saw she was watching Chad, and quickly reached down to his pants and gave his aching, over-stimulated little penis a hard, much needed squeeze, managing to get his hand back on the floor before his aunt's face snapped suspiciously around. Courtney, meanwhile, had collapsed back on Chad again, continuing to beg, and her wide open cunt was convulsing, the dick hole in it gaping clearly with every spasm, even to the point that the edge of the deeply buried soap could be seen. Jeremy knew about a girl's dick hole – his mother believed in comprehensive sex education for boys, coupled with stern injunctions that he and Matty were not even to think about the possibility of sticking their dicks into any girls until they were adults, the net result of which talk was that Jeremy thought about it all the time. The tissue lining her cunt glistened with sweat, and perhaps something else – those fluids that Jeremy's mother said girls who were excited produced, while at the same time reminding him firmly that you could get HIV from them. Or maybe it was just a little squirt of pee, lost when she'd convulsed after the paddle had struck. He'd certainly squirted pee more than once when being spanked extra hard, and so had his brother – it was hard to hold it when your butt burned like fire (those stray squirts had always earned both him and Matty a week in diapers, whenever either one of them did it, even if the other was innocent or even not being spanked that time. His mother said that it was just easier diapering both of them than keeping track of illicit bathroom use by one). The seconds passed in silence except for Courtney's dying wails and then moans, and Mrs. Snetch nodded again. "That was number 3," Courtney's mother said, and Chad gripped the handle and the paddle descended.

"Crack!" The paddle bounced off the very lowest part of Courtney's shapely butt cheeks, right next to where the crease between ass and thigh appeared when she stood. Courtney hadn't been ready this time. She'd thought there would be some warning before the next blow came. As a result, she completely lost control – her legs separated enough the pillow fell, and she clutched her sore, throbbing butt with both hands as she arched her back.

"No more! No more! No more!" she wailed loudly over and over, her fingers splayed to cover as much of her vulnerable butt as possible. Mrs. Snetch let her rock and thrash for awhile. Chad discovered, to his amazement, that her movements were stimulating his hard penis almost as strongly as if he had his hands in his pants, rubbing it. The head of his dick swelled and his body radiated its approval of her movements. But even as his excitement rose, her movements gradually calmed down, and the rising tension in him crested and fell again, filling him with disappointment. Courtney was crying continuously again now, her chest heaving, making Chad aware of her firm breasts against his other leg.

Courtney's mother spoke loudly. "Your disobedience in dropping the pillow and touching yourself during punishment has earned you an addition blow. The total is now 9. That was number 4," she said sonorously. Courtney's crying became full-fledged sobs on that news. She began to protest, but her protests were totally incoherent. Randy nudged S. F. (who he'd begun to develop a strong affinity for) and pointed at her butt. "Look they're all on one side," he said. "And you can see all 24 circles! I wonder how it feels to get it on just one side like that!"

Chad knew. It was hell to be spanked on just one bun. That's why he'd done it. The contrast between the aching, burning bun and the one that was waiting its turn was agonizing – it made the spanked one feel twice as bad by comparison, and you also knew that the other one's turn was coming. He waited while Courtney settled down and the pillow was replaced between her legs, which took a good two minutes. He could see Courtney forcing herself to stop crying, and putting lots of pressure on her knees, determined more than ever to hold onto the pillow. Her hands were claws, now, as she fought to control them as well.

Chad landed his 5th spank on her upper left bun, waited a minute, then landed the 6th below it. Courtney gasped on the first, and yelped on the second, and shivered the whole time in between, whimpering and sniffling, but that was all – her body was rigid as she fought her urges to escape. The other boys were silent. Matty let his hand drift to his crotch and gave himself a few surreptitious rubs there, but when his aunt's head turned to him and she frowned, he snatched his hand away. Curious, Chad looked around the room, noting that Randy had a tiny tent now, much like the ones his dick made, and Jimmy's boner was more prominent in his school slacks. S. F.'s condition was heard to tell with the skirt spread out in front of him – he could have hidden his monstrous (for his small body size) 6-inch erection in there easily, and probably was, all the time telling himself it was sinful. Only Alan appeared unaroused, his boy-bulge a flaccid manikin lump.

Time for Courtney's 7th smack, and time to change things up, Chad thought as Mrs. Snetch nodded. He raised the paddle high and brought it down with all his force, but not just under his previous blow as Courtney was expecting. Instead, he struck right in the center of her right bun, the paddle bridging two previous blows, so it landed across dark red skin and purple welts alike. Courtney's butt clenched, her back went rigid, and her legs shot straight out, the pillow flying. Then she unclenched her mouth, and released an unholy screetch, at the same time jumping off Chad and clutching her butt as her legs jumped spasmodically and she bounced around Chad, hunching and jerking and wailing, her butt held in both hands. She danced around the boys, shrilling continuously, her pert breasts bouncing as she jumped, her pussy gaping as she alternately spraddled and tensed her legs. The boys all stared at her in fascination as she did, even Alan, although his face registered more distaste than excitement.

"Nice," Jimmy said loudly to Chad. "Always a good idea to mix it up a bit – keep's 'em guessing."

"The total is now 10," Mrs. Snetch said. "That was number 7." Courtney ignored her, continuing hopping around the room clutching her butt, as the boys continued watching her breasts bounce. Well, not all of them, Chad suddenly realized. He was sitting back a minute, now that Courtney's weight wasn't on him, and he realized Alan was looking at Chad's own spread crotch with apparent interest, not realizing Chad was looking at him. Probably noticing his hard on. Chad started to close his legs in embarrassment, then thought better of it and let them drift apart again. What the heck, let him look! There was no harm in it if Alan liked looking at his boy stuff, was there? He liked looking at Cynthia's chest, after all – wouldn't it be great if she'd just pull her top off and lean back and let him look, too? Did it really hurt him if Alan found him arousing? It wasn't like they were going to follow through on it, so what did it hurt if Alan looked? It was kind of flattering, really, to think someone liked his tiny dick. He wondered if Alan ever pictured his genitals when masturbating, and found the idea was kind of intriguing.

"Looks like this might take awhile," Mrs. Snetch said after another minute. "Any of you boys need a bathroom break, or would anyone like anymore lemonade?"

S. F. and Randy made for the door like shots, suddenly aware their bladders were exploding. Chad got up slowly and headed that way too, and in moments Jimmy followed, then Alan. When Chad got to the bathroom door in the hall, it was shut, but he could hear S. F. and Randy peeing noisily on the other side, and the murmur of their voices. Chad pictured the contrast in his mind a moment. He could just see S. F. and Randy standing at angles around the toilet, both the same height but totally contrasting otherwise. The fat boy with the protruding stomach opposite the slight, thin one. S. F. having to raise the skirt and pull down his underpants to pee, Randy having to fish his little cock out of his fly. Randy pulling hard on his short little dick to get it out far enough so he didn't wet his clothes, probably thrusting his crotch, too, to manage it. That's how Chad would have to do it if he was soft. Which he wasn't, not right now. He could picture S. F. lazily holding his giant handful, the tip drooping majestically and pouring out its offering. It would be a funny picture. And yet, somehow, the two of them had formed a bond, a bond much like his and Jimmy's. He felt daring, brave, and powerful all of the sudden. He turned to the other two boys. "Want to share, too," he asked. "Or are you guys pee shy?"