Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 29
by Chadlad

copyright 2006 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 29:  Double Jeopardy

Trembling, Alan and Chad pushed the TV cart through the
classroom door and into the front of the classroom.  Both
knew that their shame was about to be revealed to all
their classmates.  Mrs. Rose plugged the power strip in
and turned on the TV.  "Stand on the tape," she ordered. 
"Mr. Chen, please return to your seat so you may watch as
well."  Jimmy got up from the punishment chair in the
corner and walked, painfully, back to his chair.  He
reached back and cautiously stroked his still red and
sore bottom, wincing as walking stretched out sore butt
muscles.  His flaccid little sausage penis wagged from
side to side as he walked.  He glared at Chad, standing
on the tape, as he passed him.  While his gaze was
distracted, Emily shot out a hand and neatly snagged his
bouncing sausage, giving it a quick yank as Jimmy passed
her seat.

"Hey!" Jimmy said with outrage.  "She pulled my cock!"

"Mr. Chen, I will not have that kind of language in my
classroom.  If Emily felt the need to restrain you, I'm
sure she had a reason," Mrs. Rose said disapprovingly.

"He was rubbing his bottom, Mrs. Rose," Emily said
sweetly.  "He knows he's not supposed to do that.  And
since I am in charge of him, I thought you wouldn't mind
if I attended to his discipline."

"Yes, of course," Mrs. Rose agreed.  "Mr. Chen, get those
hands off of your naughty bottom."  She walked over a few
steps and grasped Jimmy's soft penis by the head, pulling
upward on it until Jimmy had to rise up on his tip toes. 
His hands flew from his butt and grasped her larger hand,
trying to ease the pain of having a sizeable portion of
his body weight supported by the root of his penis.  "In
the future, you will not use gutter language like that in
my classroom. What do you call this little thing?" she
asked him, pulling even harder and staring directly into
his eyes.

"A p- p- p- PENIS!" Jimmy squealed.  Mrs. Rose released
him, and he dropped back onto his heels again. 

"Very good, Mr. Chen," Mrs. Rose said.  "Try to remember
that."

"I'd call it a cocktail frank," Emily muttered.  

The girl next to her disagreed.  "Come on, it's bigger
than that.  It's more of a hot link.  Chad's is a
cocktail frank."

"Chad's is a nubbin right now, I bet," Emily responded.

Jimmy had clapped both hands on his tortured penis and
was trying to soothe the shooting pains emanating from
the base of it.  "Mr. Chen, stop touching your genitals
and take your seat.  We have other fish to fry," Mrs.
Rose ordered.  "Unless you'd like to join these other
boys at the front of the class."

Jimmy pulled his hands away and scurried to his seat. 
Once he  was seated Mrs. Rose addressed the class.  "I'm
going to show you a tape of two boys behaving in a
despicable fashion, so that everyone in class understands
what these boys did and why they're going to be
punished."  Without any further delay, she started the
tape machine, showing the class the section that started
with Chad bent over, butt to the camera, and ended with
Chad peeing into the drain, also butt to the camera.  The
class laughed uproariously as the tape opened with Chad
in such a comical position, and ooooed when Alan whipped
out his penis in plain sight of the camera and peed
neatly into the drain.  Emily and Lindsay looked daggers
at Alan as they heard the epithets he'd attached to them,
and the whole class gasped at Mrs. Rose being called
'Mrs. Bignose.'  Joey and some of his friends had to
suppress laughter at that one.  When Chad walked over to
the drain to pee into it, there were murmurs of
disappointment that his penis was not visible and they
could not actually see him pee, although several comment
were made about his tightening of his butt as he
commenced, and the finishing contractions of his butt as
he squeezed out his final drops.  Mrs. Rose shut the tape
off again.  

"As you can see, these two boys urinated in an
inappropriate location on school property.  Other
children, sick children, sometimes have to use that
shower, and they should be able to do so without having
to worry about stepping into someone else's wastes. 
Compounding Mr. Henson's disobedience, he urinated into
the shower even though he knew that he was being diaper
punished and was only allowed to use his diaper for that
purpose."  

"Mr. Delvecchio showed the more egregious behavior here,
though.  As you children saw, he was the instigator of
the inappropriate behavior.  He also, in sections of the
tape I did not show you, engaged in even more despicable
behavior.  I will not divulge the nature of that behavior
because there is no need for you children to know the
details, but he will have to be severely punished for it
as well, and his mother will be informed.   Chad is aware
of the nature of Alan's behavior, but I have given him
orders not to divulge any information concerning that
behavior to any of you.  All of you are forbidden to
raise the subject with either of them on pain of the most
severe punishment."  She looked at the classroom clock. 
"As it is only 10 minutes until lunch time, we will
prepare these boys for punishment now, but we will
administer their actual punishments after lunch.  Emily,
you will be in charge of Chad's punishment, and Lindsay,
you will be in charge of Alan's."  She pushed the TV back
against the wall, and returned with two empty boxes. 
"Girls, will you come take control of your charges and
prepare them for this afternoon's punishment?"

Emily stood up eagerly, needing only a step to be beside
Chad and grasp her box.  Lindsay walked elegantly toward
Alan from her seat, taking the other box.  Joey and Sam
began whistling "The Stripper," with Mrs. Rose smiling at
them indulgently.  Several girls began chanting "take it
off, take it off." Emily said nothing to Chad.  She
merely walked around the trembling boy until she was
standing behind him, reached around him to seize his
diaper tapes, and pulled them both with a flourish. 
Chad's diaper dropped to the floor, once again exposing
the boy's hairless privates to the class.  As Emily had
predicted, his little penis was in it's nubbin state
again, and his small scrotum snugged up against his body. 
She raised her hands to the hem of his shirt, still
standing behind him, and lifted it over his head.  Unable
to resist, Chad obligingly raising his arms as she did. 
She put both items of clothing in the box and moved to
the side, where she could stare hat his naked boy and his
small genitals and smirk knowingly.

Chad glanced down at his package.  I never, ever look
good when they take my clothes off, he thought to
himself.  Just once couldn't it be big?  He couldn't
figure out why he was thinking that right now.  He was
going to get spanked by Emily after lunch!  She'd
probably yank his wiener and squeeze his balls, like
Emily did to Jimmy.  And if she had her way, she'd spank
him for an hour!  He ought to be pooing himself in
fright, yet he was worried that his penis didn't look its
best.  Oh, yeah, I couldn't poo myself, anyway – I
already did, he thought wryly.  At least his butt was
clean.  Certified clean by the nurse herself!  You could
serve hors d'oeuvres off of it!  He had a momentary
vision of himself lying on Mrs. Rose's desk in the
inspection position, an assortment of snack foods spread
out across his butt and around his genitals.  He
suppressed the urge to giggle and wondered if he was
becoming hysterical.

Alan, on the other hand, was so frightened he was almost
unable to move.  As Emily finished undressing Chad,
Lindsay spoke politely to Alan.  "Please take off your
shoes and socks, Alan," she said, as if she was 20 years
older than him.  Alan stood there white faced and
shaking.  Lindsay repeated her request, nudging his shoe
with her own foot.  Alan kicked his shoes off boy style,
pushing down on the back of the right shoe with his left
and kicking it off, then repeating the process with the
other shoe.  Lindsay stooped and put them in the box.  "I
said shoes and socks," she chided.  Alan, moving like a
zombie, stood on the toe of each sock in turn and raised
each leg, stripping the sock off toe first.  He kicked
them aside and Lindsay picked them up, also.  She sat
down the box and took his shirt by the bottom, turning it
inside out as she stripped off his brown, compact chest
and flat stomach.  He had a medium build, not thin like
Chad but with some little boy muscle.  He also looked
smaller with his shirt off than he had with it on, but
still more impressive in physique than the equally bare-
chested Chad.  He was visibly shaking.  Here it comes, he
thought to himself.  She's going to make me do it.  She's
going to make me take them off.  I'm gonna be naked!  He
glanced at the classroom – every eye, even Chad's, was
glued on him.  

Of course he'd taken his pants and underpants off in
front of other people before, but not girls, and not when
he'd been the only one getting naked.  It was different
when the people you were undressing in front of had the
same stuff you had, and were also undressing and having
to show their own stuff.  It made it seem all equal. 
Here, it wasn't equal at all.  Everyone else was dressed
(Except Chad and Jimmy, of course), and they were all
going to stay dressed, while he was going to get naked
and stay naked.  It was weird being naked when everyone
else was dressed.  He tried to slow his breathing.

Lindsay paused, then said the words he'd been dreading. 
"Take down your pants," she ordered.  Shaking, Alan
complied, undoing his button and lowering the zipper.  He
bent over to step out of his pants, holding them up by
the waistband in front of his body to preserve his
modesty a bit longer. Lindsay folded them and placed them
neatly in the box.  Alan waited, his heart thumping
visibly in his chest.  Mrs. Rose looked at his genital
bulge critically.  

"What is this?" she asked sternly, pointing at the damp
spot in the center of his white briefs.  Alan's heart
stopped.  He'd forgotten the spot he'd made in his
underwear when he'd been messing with Chad.  It had felt
so good then!  Fear shot through him.  Now everyone would
know!  Lindsay would take off his underpants, Mrs. Rose
would announce the cause of the dampness, and then tell
all the kids that he'd done something with Chad that had
made him cum in his pants!  He got a sudden inspiration. 
Quickly as he could, he released his sphincter, forcing
what pee he had in him out to obliterate the stain.  It
wasn't much, but he soaked the front of his underpants
immediately.  There, that should do it!  They'd just
think he'd peed himself in fright! 

Mrs. Rose had been reaching to examine the wet spot, but
drew her hand back as he soaked the front of his
underpants.  "Terrific – another wetter!"  she muttered
loudly.  

"At least he didn't have much in him," Lindsay said
brightly.  "He's barely soaked his undies – I don't think
any even ran down his legs!"

"I guess we're going to have a second diaper boy to deal
with.  Take him to the diaper cart," Mrs. Rose commented. 
"Emily, give her a hand.  Get those wet pants off of him
and wipe his diaper region.  Don't worry about diapering
him – neither he nor Mr. Henson will need a diaper for
the rest of the day."  She stalked toward her desk,
glaring at Chad.  "Can't any of you little boys control
your bladders?" she snapped at him.

Chad bit back the urge to reply.  Alan pees his pants,
and I get blamed, he thought to himself.  Alan makes be
pee in the shower, jerks me off, and I still get stripped
and spanked!  Jimmy shoots his mouth off, gets spanked,
but somehow blames me.  I should just go naked from now
on so that every time anyone does anything, I can climb
over the nearest girl's lap and let her spank me!  Then I
can go home and let my little brother spank me some more,
and stick his fingers up my butt, and make me suck him! 
I'll just take the blame for everything from everyone
from now on!  Chad wanted to scream all of this at the
entire world.  Instead, he looked at the floor until Mrs.
Rose had stalked by.  He was definitely getting better at
controlling his temper.

Lindsay guided Alan to the diaper table, and she and
Emily strapped his arms down.  He lifted his midsection
at Lindsay's command and she slid the wet underpants off
of him, dropping them into a plastic bag that Mrs. Rose
held out.  "You'll carry these home to your mother, in a
bag along with your pants.  You'll wear school punishment
underpants home, of course.  Starting tomorrow, it's
three days of diapers for you, young man," Mrs. Rose
commented to Alan.

Alan just blinked at her.  He'd really dodged a bullet
that time.  They all thought the wet spot was just a
preliminary pee spurt!  It was worth three days in
diapers to avoid being exposed!

Speaking of exposed, he thought to himself, as Emily and
Lindsay together lifted his legs until they could strap
them beside his head.  He'd seen Chad in this position,
but being in it yourself was another matter.  He hadn't
realized how exposed and vulnerable Chad felt, but now he
did.  Directly in front of his gaze he could look down
his chest and see his slender penis pointing directly at
his face, then the bulge of his currently tight scrotum,
and even some of the ridge of skin that ran from scrotum
to anus.  He sometimes liked to stroke his fingers along
that ridge while masturbating, but he'd never dreamed
that soon everyone in his class would be looking at it. 
Somehow that was more embarrassing and personal than them
looking at his genitals. 

Of course, as he looked out through his spread legs, he
also had a view of an entire panorama of smirking,
staring, giggling classmates.  The aforementioned
classmates were, as a group, focused back on him,
thrilled to see still another boy's private areas against
his will.  As they had already seen on the tape, but
could see more clearly in person, Alan's penis was long
and slender, with a prominent head and a light brown tone
that matched the skin of the rest of his body.  Unlike
Chad, he was much darker skinned, and thus he had
virtually no tan line and his entire diaper area was the
same light brown as the rest of his body.  His scrotum
was a darker brown than his body, a tightly wrinkled mass
that looked like it had been attached to his groin as an
afterthought and bulged prominently out from it.  Even
though fright and the cool temperature of the room made
it tight against his body at the moment, it was still
twice as big as Chad's.  This was a fact noticed
immediately by pretty much everyone seated in the
classroom, primarily because Chad was standing right
there in front of them and his own genitals were
available for easy comparison.  It was also a fact all
too clear to Chad himself, craning his neck from only a
few feet away to examine the unfortunate Alan.

Like Jimmy Chen, Alan had a light dusting of downy pubic
hairs above his genitals.  Those hairs were black like
the hair on his head, and thus were more clearly visible
than Jimmy's.  Lower down, his tight butt hole peeked out
between his spread buns, dark brown in color like his
scrotum and just as tightly wrinkled.  The two made a
nice contrast on either end of the smooth skin in between
them.  The boy's butt was fleshier than Chad's or Jimmy's
and would make an inviting spanking target, Mrs. Rose
thought with satisfaction.  She considered this an
excellent thing, because she intended decree an extremely
long and painful punishment for his little brat.  She
disliked males who tried to force their sexual attentions
on others – her own husband was a timid man who touched
her only when invited and engaged in only the sex she was
interested in having.   Even though this kid would
probably end up batting for the other team, she still
determined to punish the sexually aggressive tendencies
out of him with a lesson he'd never forget!

Lindsay donned gloves and picked up baby wipes.  She
began cleaning Alan's butt, even though he had wet only
the front of his underpants.  She quickly moved inward
until she was carefully scrubbing the tightly wrinkled
butt hole.  The sudden coldness on Alan's exposed orifice
caused him to attempt to squeeze his butt shut, but in
his tied down position only caused his butt hole to
contract down and then relax again a couple of times. 
"You don't know me well enough to wink at me, one-eye,"
Lindsay said, poking the boy's anus with her index finger
and provoking laughter from the entire class, even Chad.  

On Mrs. Rose's recommendation, Lindsay changed wipes
before moving up the prominent ridge of skin between the
halves of Alan's butt to his scrotum.  She scrubbed the
bulging nut sack on the boy roughly enough to be
uncomfortable but not roughly enough to elicit negative
comment from Mrs. Rose as Emily had.  That girl has all
the subtlety of a nuclear explosion, she thought.  You've
got to be sweet to the boys some of the time, so that
when you're rough it's so much more of a shock to them.

Lindsay then turned her attention to the boy's penis,
scrubbing it long enough to make it become erect.  She
had two motivations for this.  Partly, she wanted to make
him erect to humiliate him as much as possible. Partly
because she just wanted to see how this boy's equipment
compared to that of Chad, Jimmy, and her current
boyfriend, the equine-hung Joey.  She genuinely liked
penises, even little ones like Chad's, and enjoyed
handling them whenever possible.  She liked their velvety
feel with the rock hardness underneath, and she liked the
way they jumped and danced in your hand like a nervous
animal.  

Under the guise of washing him, she coaxed Alan's penis
to its full extension.  The final result was a slender
wand as thin as it had been when flaccid, with a
prominent little helmet head.  Despite its thinness, it
was at least 3 inches long or perhaps a bit longer.  It
curved up toward the boy's groin and also twisted
prominently to the left, so it hung there off center from
his body, pulsing with his heartbeat.  Now that the
underside was visible, it was also clear that the twisted
knot of flesh just under the pee slit was particularly
prominent and complex, and that an equally prominent vein
protruded from the underside as well.  Lindsay stepped
back to dispose of the wipes, allowing everyone a clear
view of Alan's nude genitals. 

"How come he's all bent and twisted like that?" Cynthia
asked from her seat. "Did he play with it too much, or
bend it too far when it was hard or something?"

Mrs. Rose was rummaging in her bottom drawer.  She looked
up and examined the boy's genital region with an
experienced eye.  "Many boys and men have penises that
bend one way or another when erect, or have twists in
them.  They aren't all straight and symmetrical," she
lectured, dipping back down into her drawer again.  "Mr.
Delvecchio has a perfectly normal penis. I'm sure it was
shaped like that when he was born.  Of course, it was
probably smaller then, and he would have been born with a
foreskin that he obviously doesn't have now.  You're
right in suspecting that he plays with it quite a lot – I
can tell by looking that he masturbates often, probably
more than once a day.  But that's probably no more often
than Mr. Chen, Mr. Henson, or Mr. Turpin masturbate, and
their penises are straight.  Alan's penis has probably
always looked like this.  He didn't break it playing with
it."  The class roared, except for Joey, Chad, Jimmy, and
Alan.   Alan blushed at the comment that she could tell
he played with it often.  He looked at his own penis
critically – she was right, but how did she know?  

Of course, Mrs. Rose had no idea if Alan or the other
boys masturbated beyond the obvious fact that almost all
boys his age spanked the monkey at least now and then. 
She couldn't really tell such a thing by looking at a boy
unless he had obvious chafing on the sides or bottom of
his organ.  She'd noticed such chafing in other boys
being punished over the years, and if Alan had shown such
chafing, she'd certainly have pointed it out to heighten
his embarrassment.  But even when no chafing was present
she loved periodically telling one of the boys who'd just
been stripped for spanking that he obviously masturbated
frequently.  They always looked so guilty, just as this
lad was looking now, and they all looked immediately at
their own penises, confirming their guilt.  It was
exciting to watch them look surreptitiously at their own
organs and try to figure out how she knew.  She went back
to searching her drawer.

As the laughter died down, she finally came up with what
she'd been looking for.  She walked toward Alan with a
towel, a can of shaving cream and a disposable razor. 
"As Mr. Delvecchio is going in diapers for 3 days, we
must shave him for hygienic purposes. It's a school
policy."

"Why didn't you shave Chad?" Cynthia asked.

"I think that's rather obvious," Mrs. Rose said,
indicating Chad's completely hairless state.  "You have
to have hair to shave it."   The class roared again.  

As Mrs. Rose approached the still tied and helpless boy,
it finally dawned on Alan what the razor and shaving
cream were for.  "Nooooooo!" he squealed, rocking back
and forth but unable to move much at all due to still
being in restraints.   "Don't shave off my pubes!  I'll
look like a baby!"

"You mean you'll look like Chad," Big Sam commented,
bringing giggles from most of the class and guffaws from
Joey.  

"Diaper boys can't have hair," Mrs. Rose said with
finality.  "Now hold still unless you want to risk me
cutting something you value."  She draped the towel over
Alan's bare chest and handed Lindsay the shaving cream
can.  The, she grasped Alan's erect penis tightly in her
left hand and forced it down toward his butt as far as it
would reasonably go, a position Alan found quite
uncomfortable.  "Just spread shaving cream everywhere
there's hair," she commented to Lindsay, who quickly
sprayed the shaving cream on Alan and then spread it
around with her fingers until the entire area from the
sides of his scrotum upward to an inch below his navel
was covered.   Mrs. Rose methodically and expertly shaved
the boy's groin, wiping the razor on the towel after each
stroke.  In moments, the boy's source of pride had been
completely stripped.  Mrs. Rose wiped his now smooth
groin with the towel, and then released his penis, which
snapped back to slap the newly shaved skin.  

"Check his anal region, for me, Lindsay," Mrs. Rose said. 
"He can't have hair anywhere in his diaper region, even
there." 

Lindsay studied Alan's butt crack from inches away.  "I
don't see anything," she said, trailing off.  "Wait a
minute," she amended triumphantly.  "I do see one – right
here on his butt across from his hole!"  She indicated a
spot just to the right of the boy's pursed little anus.  

Mrs. Rose leaned over and looked. "I don't need the razor
for that little thing," she pronounced, closing the
fingernails of her thumb and forefinger on the base of
the hair and then yanking outward.

"Owwwwwwwwww!" Alan said, jerking against the restraints. 
"That hurts!"

"Hush," Mrs. Rose chided.  "Try to act your age.  It was
just one little hair.  You're going to hurt a lot more in
that area before the day is out."  She addressed Lindsay.
"How does everything look now?" she asked. 

Lindsay examined the boy's anal region again.  "Not a
single hair – he's as bald as Chad," she finally
concluded, straightening up.  Chad blushed.  "Bald as
Chad" would probably join "as small as Chad's dick" as
the new standard of comparison for boys in the 7th grade. 
 "Hairy as Joey" and "big as Joey's dick" would serve as
the opposite end of each comparison.

Alan looked at his newly denuded crotch and whimpered in
humiliation.  He'd been so proud of his pubes – the boys
he'd engaged in penis play with didn't have any.  He'd
obtained a certain amount of status from that, as well as
the fact that he could wet cum and they couldn't.  He
liked brushing his left hand through his pubic hair when
he masturbated, as well.  It would take him forever to
grow the hair back!

Mrs. Rose put her shaving equipment away and released
Alan from the restraints, issuing rapid fire orders. 
"We're running late.  Everybody line up for lunch.  Mr.
Henson and Mr. Delvecchio, place your hands behind your
heads.  Even though you haven't been spanked yet, take a
punishment lunch and report to the punishment area.  Mr.
Chen, you will of course join them.  DAs, take control of
your boys!  Karla, you take control of Mr. Chen." Mrs.
Rose led the class down the hall.  The three girls
reached for the vulnerable genitals of their charges. 
Karla almost shyly circled Jimmy's package, easing him
into the end of the line. Lindsay, looking dignified,
gently but firmly circled Alan's penis and scrotum and
tugged him after Jimmy. The head of the boy's still erect
penis protruded prominently from her grip.  His newly
shaved groin looked soft and clean.  Emily, with glee,
seized Chad's genitals more roughly, squeezed his balls a
bit, and dragged him into the last place in line. 
"Owwww!" Chad gasped.  "Not so hard."

"Be quiet, you big baby, or I'll squeeze harder," Emily
threatened, smirking.  With Karla and Lindsay leading
their boys in an almost loving fashion and Emily tugging
and yanking her whimpering, protesting one, the class
proceeded down the hall all the way to the lunchroom.  By
the time they arrived, Jimmy had joined Alan in sporting
a protruding erection, but Chad's more tortured genitals
were trying to retreat completely into his body, so that
the head of his penis was almost hidden in Emily's grip. 
Chad was almost in tears.  Not only did she keep milking
his balls, but after lunch, he was going to have to let
her spank him!  Bare!