Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 38
by Chadlad

copyright 2006 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 38:  The Floor Show

Alan, Chad, and Chandra were lined up in front of the
fireplace, butts to the room and noses against the
mantle, while the other 4 children cheerfully busied
themselves spooning out ice cream and adding toppings. 
When they were all seated on the couch and chairs again,
happily slurping away, Alan's mother spoke up.  "I think
I have a perfect final humiliation punishment for the two
boys.  If you agree with me, we can start it right now,
while we eat our ice cream," she said, smiling.

"You've had such good ideas so far tonight," Chad's
mother replied, "that I'm sure I'll agree with this one."

"Here's my proposal, then," Alan's mother went on,
spooning ice cream into her mouth.  "I think we should
have a little floor show.  I'd like the boys to be forced
to pleasure each other orally, simultaneously, right here
in front of everybody.  We'll make them compete over who
can make the other one orgasm the most times in 10
minutes – winner gets 2 minutes taken away from his final
punishment, loser gets 2 minutes added to his.  So the
winner will get 8 minutes in the final punishment, the
loser 12."

"That sounds excellent," Chad's mother replied.  "But if
they both have their mouths full, how will we know when
one of them orgasms?  And how do we keep them from
cheating by hiding their orgasms so that they can win?"

"I've thought of that already," Alan's mother replied. 
"We'll tell each of our boys that when he starts to
orgasm, he has to push the other boy's face away and pull
his penis out of the other boy's mouth and finish his
orgasms out in the open, with nothing touching his organ. 
That way we'll be able to see their little penises
contract and know they've really orgasmed.  Besides, that
will make it more of a punishment, because everyone knows
that boys' orgasms are a lot less fulfilling when you
stop the stimulation just as they start.  They'll be
building up each time, only to be disappointed at the
climax.  That should also make them get hard again faster
and orgasm again sooner."

"But what if the boy who's having an orgasm cheats and
doesn't admit to it, so he can get the shorter punishment
time?" Chad's mother asked reasonably.

Alan's mother had considered that, too.  "That's easy,"
she said.  "Each of our sons will be able to tell when
the other is having an orgasm from the pulsing of the
other boy's his penis in his mouths, even if the orgasm
is dry.  We can tell, too, by the way they stiffen and
curl their toes and by the squeezing of their little
butts. We just promise them that if one of them has an
orgasm inside the other's mouth without withdrawing, he
gets ringed, and automatically gets his punishment time
doubled.  That way, they'll be honest themselves, and
they'll keep each other honest."

"This sounds like an excellent punishment, but what about
my daughter?" Mrs. Walker asked reasonably.  "She should
be involved in this humiliation in some way, too."

"I know!," Sheila interjected.  "You should make her play
with herself, too, just like Alan's little boyfriend had
to do!"  (Over by the mantle, Chad flinched as he heard
himself described as Alan's boyfriend.  He supposed she
just meant he was Alan's friend and he was a boy, but he
wished she wouldn't put it that way.)  Sheila was
continuing to explain her reasoning.  "If the boys have
to make each other cum, it's only fair that she should
have to make herself cum.  And having to do it in front
of all of us should teach her a good lesson."

"That's good," her mother conceded.  "But how do we get
her to try her hardest to orgasm, rather than just fool
around with herself and fake it until the time's up?"

"I have an idea," Tommy spoke up.  "Why not tell her that
she has to keep playing with herself in front of us until
she has as many orplasms as the boy who has the most? 
That should make her try hard just to get it over with."

"What if she fakes it?" Sheila asked.  "We all know
females are famous for faking orgasms."

The women thought a second.  "That's a point," Alan's
mother conceded.  "The boys will keep each other honest,
because they'll each be able to feel each others' penises
pulse in their mouths, and Alan can ejaculate, so he
won't be able to fool Chad.  But how can we tell for sure
when Chandra has an orgasm?"  (And how does Mom know I
can squirt, Alan thought to himself.)

"Let me see, what do girls do when they orgasm that we
can use as an indicator?" Chad's mother asked.

"I know how to tell when Chandra cums," Rebecca suddenly
spoke up.  "I've heard her do it practically every night
for the last year.  She makes this little 'eh eh eh eh'
in the back of her throat, and the last one becomes a
kind of little moan. I don't really think she could fake
the noises she makes – they're pretty distinctive, and as
I say I've heard them a lot lately."

"Excellent," Chandra's mother said.  "You can listen for
the right noises, and I'll be watching to make sure that
she does appropriate pelvic thrusts and bottom
contractions at the same time.  Between us, we should be
able to detect faking."

Chandra blushed brightly over by the fireplace.  She
hadn't thought her sister was awake and listening when
she'd enjoyed her private pleasure.  Next to her, the two
boys were listening to the discussion between the women
with pounding hearts.  I have to suck Alan for 10
minutes? Chad was thinking to himself.  Even when he'd
had to suck Tommy, Jesse, and the little twins from next
door, the whole thing hadn't taken more than 4 minutes,
and he'd been left with a sore, tired jaw and a taste he
hadn't been able to get out of his mouth for hours.  Ten
minutes?  With everyone in the room watching, even that
baby kid?  He'd never be able to hold his head up again! 
Cocksucker, that's what he'd be called if word got out. 
But these kids didn't even live around here, and didn't
go to his school.  And Alan certainly wouldn't be telling
anybody, and neither would Tommy, because then he'd tell
everyone that Tommy made him do his wiener, too.  

Alan, meanwhile, couldn't decide if he was feeling
embarrassment or excitement.  He found the thought of his
cousins watching him suck Chad's dick humiliating, but
actually sucking Chad itself was actually mildly
exciting.  Since he'd licked the syrup off of Chad's dick
earlier that evening, he'd been fascinated by the thought
that it wasn't that bad having a boy's dick in his mouth,
it actually felt kind of neat, and that he might actually
want to do it again.  And the fact he'd be sucked in
return would be a big bonus.  He loved being sucked, and
had been so disappointed that he could find so few boys
who would do it for him.  True, having to pull out when
he came would be a drag, but on the balance he was
feeling an odd mixture of excitement and fear.

Meanwhile, the mothers had agreed that their plan was a
good one, and set out to put it into action.  The coffee
table was moved, this time by Tommy and Brian, and
everyone seated comfortably in chairs or on the couch. 
Alan and Chad were made to lie down in the middle of the
floor on the blanket in front of the fireplace, Alan's
head right in front of Chad's genitals and vice-versa.  
Each boy could feel the other's hot, moist breath on his
already hardened penis and wrinkled scrotal sacs.  Chad's
mother laid out the rules for the boys.  "Remember, boys,
you can reduce your own punishments substantially if you
make the other boy orgasm more often than you.  So you'll
want to suck and lick each other as hard and fast as you
can so that you'll win.  But whenever you feel yourself
reaching orgasm, you have to push your partner's head
away with your hands, and orgasm with nothing touching
your penis so that you won't enjoy it as much, and so we
can see that you orgasmed.  If you don't push your
partner away when you orgasm and do it in his mouth and
we catch you, you'll be ringed, and your punishment time
will be doubled.  And believe me, we'll catch you if you
try that – I know all about how a boy's bottom moves and
how his body stiffens and how his toes curl when he
orgasms."  (I wonder how she knows that, Chad thought
idly to himself.  When did she every see boys orgasm?  It
never occurred to him that in her early college years his
mother had possessed magic hands that were even more
appreciated by her boyfriends than he had appreciated
Cynthia's touch.)

Chandra's mother turned to her daughter, who was now
standing next to the two boys lying on the floor and
facing the other children, looking unhappy.  "Chandra,
you have to make yourself orgasm as many times as the boy
who orgasms the most.  And you won't be able to stop
pleasuring yourself until you have, even if it takes all
night. Don't even think of disobeying me, or I'll have
your aunt get out the rings.  You'd better just
concentrate on working as hard and fast as you can if you
want to get this humiliation over with as soon as you
can."

"I'll start the timer when I say go," Mrs. Delvecchio
said.  "You boys have 10 minutes from that point. 
Chandra, of course, has no time limit, but she'll have to
keep pleasuring herself until the she reaches the proper
total.  Ready, set, go!"

Chad and Alan grasped each other's erect penises by the
base and forced them down, plunging their mouths over
each hard rod and  sucking and licking for all they were
worth.  Neither knew what the final punishment would be,
but both wanted to reduce their share of it at all costs. 
Chad, having never been sucked before in his life, was
amazed by the powerful warm, wet feelings Alan's mouth
and tongue aroused in him.  No wonder Tommy wanted to be
sucked day and night!  He could feel the exciting
pressure already building in him at the base of his
penis, where all his orgasm seemed to originate.  Alan's
wet tongue tickled the top side of his penis so
pleasantly, and the ridges of his palate were heavenly on
the knot of skin on the underside, next to his pee slit. 
He focused on tonguing Alan's long, thin organ, trying to
make him cum more quickly, while he moved his mouth up
and down the shaft in imitation of Alan's technique on
his own shaft.  The girls in the room watched with
interest and some excitement.  "Bet you Chad cums most,"
Sheila said to Rebecca.  "If I win, you do the dishes all
week, and if you win, I'll take out the trash all week."  

"Deal," said Rebecca.  "I'm sure Alan will cum more,
anyway, because his thing is bigger."

"Ah, but littler boys cum more easily," Sheila countered. 
"Come on, Alan!  Make him cum!"

"Come on, Chad," Rebecca countered.  "You don't want the
most punishment, do you?  Suck harder!"

Brian and Tommy had been ignoring the boys on the floor. 
From the start, they were staring at Chandra fixedly,
waiting excitedly to see just how girls stimulated
themselves.  They watched with glittering eyes as the
contest began and Chandra lowered her hands reluctantly
to her crotch, circling her right index finger around the
bump at the top of her vulva, while at the same time
trailing the fingers of her other hand up and down the
furrow between her legs, digging her fingers deeper and
deeper into the furrow with each pass.  It took Tommy a
moment to realize she was actually plunging her left
index finger into the place you were supposed to put your
dick each time her hand dove in there.  Meanwhile, her
right finger kept circling the little bump, pushing it
harder and more roughly with each moment.  To Tommy's
amazement, he realized that it had grown, just like a
little penis, and was sticking out more prominently from
the fold at the top of her vulva.  His own penis twitched
repeatedly in his pants, and he realized the liquid
pressure was building in him just as it did when he was
masturbating.  As his excitement rose, the hot pressure
within him rose, as well.  Within moments, he realized he
felt like he might cum in his pants at any minute, and he
hadn't even touched himself!

Chad suddenly reached down with his hand and roughly
pushed Alan's face free of his penis.  He stopped sucking
Alan a moment as his glistening little helmeted rod
pulsed repeatedly and he squeezed his butt and tensed,
disappointed that the sensation of orgasm died so
quickly.  He took his mouth off of Alan's tool for a
moment.  "Do I have to push him away?  It makes it stop
feeling good," he complained.  

"So you're saying not being sucked while you cum sucks? 
It sucks to not be sucked?"  Tommy replied, making Brian
laugh loudly.  

"Yes, you do," Chad's mother told him firmly, again
indulgently ignoring her younger son's mildly crude
language.  "That's once for you," she added.  "Better
stop complaining and get to work catching up."  Realizing
the truth of her observation, Chad immediately started
sucking Alan vigorously again, moving his mouth up and
down the longer shaft like it was a popsicle.  If I'd
said something like that, I'd have gotten my mouth washed
out with soap, he thought to himself.  And then I bet I'd
have gotten paddled bare butt.  But Tommy can do
anything.  It just isn't fair!

Trying to maintain his advantage, Alan quickly grabbed
Chad's free organ and closed his mouth around it, trying
to make him harden quickly and cum again. A shudder went
through Chad as he initially found this contact too
stimulating immediately after his orgasm, but his system
quickly adapted and his penis started hardening again.
Despite the fact that he wanted to win this contest, Chad
couldn't help but respond to the powerful feelings Alan's
efforts induced in him.  Meanwhile, Alan couldn't stop
the building excitement in his own organ from Chad's
renewed efforts, and in seconds he had to pull out of
Chad himself, forcing a few drops of clear fluid out the
tip of his penis to land on the blanket underneath while
he shuddered, also disappointed at how quickly his orgasm
died off without additional stimulation.  Alan's mother
leaned down with a tissue and swiped the end of his penis
and then the blanket.  "See, I was right to force you to
pull out," she commented.  "It wouldn't be fair for Chad
to have to take that in his mouth when he doesn't do that
to you." Chad hesitated a moment and looked at Alan's
penis tip, not wanting any of Alan's fluid in his mouth,
but when he saw nothing on the boy's penis, he plunged
his mouth back over it, determined to catch up.  Alan's
penis didn't harden immediately, but within half a minute
he could feel a response to his efforts.

Chandra, just then, began making odd noises in the back
of her throat.  She plunged the first two fingers of her
left hand deep in her vagina while she mauled her
clitoris with her right, thrusting and squeezing her butt
tightly.  Her hand slowed and she gasped, catching her
breath.  She's sticking her finger in herself like it was
a dick, Tommy realized.  She actually wants a dick in
there!  Maybe my dick!  At the thought of having his dick
in her while she thrust her hips and moaned like that,
Tommy's penis twitched powerfully and he unconsciously
shifted his hand to the front of his pants to move it to
a less stimulating position.  This turned out to be a
mistake, because as soon as he contacted the sensitive
head through his sweatpants, his penis gave a lurch and
he came, powerful orgasmic feelings washing over him as
he squirted his small load right in his underwear and
gasped audibly.  A damp spot immediately appeared on the
front of his sweatpants.  

Tommy looked around guiltily, but every eye was focused
on Chandra or the boys and no one seemed to have noticed,
with the exception of Brian.  The younger boy looked down
at the spot Tommy was trying to cover, grinned at him,
and squeezed his own erect member through his pants
several times.  

Tommy was glad he didn't cum as noisily as Chad did, with
his loud grunting, or as Chandra did with her little
machine gun sounds.  He settled his hand over the wet
spot and tried to look nonchalant.  He suddenly got an
idea.  "I gotta go to the bathroom," he announced to no
one in particular, quickly vanishing up the hall.  He
raced into the bathroom, closed and locked the door, and
whipped his pants and underpants down and began wiping
himself with tissues. When he came back, anyone who saw
the wet spot on his pants would just attribute it to
boyish carelessness, he thought with satisfaction.  He
was amazed that his organ was already hardening again as
he pictured the naked Chandra madly mauling her pussy. 
He disposed of the tissues and raced out the door – he
didn't want to miss any more of that show!

"The score's still one apiece," Sheila said to him as he
returned.  The two boys were sucking furiously on each
other, trying to reduce their own punishments.  Chandra's
hands were also busy, trying to get her humiliation over
with.  In the next round, Chad came quite a bit before
Alan, with Chandra right on Alan's heels.  Alan's orgasm
involved only a tiny dribble of fluid this time that
barely cleared his penis tip. 

"He's running dry already," Rebecca commented.  "Boys
don't have much stuff in them, do they?"

"Older boys do," her mother commented.  "But Alan is
still very young.  He actually does quite well – you'll
notice his little friend doesn't produce any semen at
all!"

Sucking vigorously despite a sore jaw and tired tongue,
Chad blushed at the comments again.  Everybody had to
keep pointing out he couldn't squirt, that he didn't have
hair, that his wiener was small, and that his balls were
tiny, he thought to himself.  I should just wear a sign
saying "Microdick" on it, he thought.  He felt his orgasm
building again already and pulled out of Alan's sucking
mouth just in time.  This was his third in only 6
minutes, and the tube on the underside of his wiener that
carried the pee away was starting to hurt when he came,
and so was some of the stuff inside him.  

Alan was in worse condition, though.  His own urethra was
hurting seriously, and his pee slit was getting sore from
Chad's vigorous tonguing.  Chad actually had to pull away
for a fourth time before Alan had reached his third
orgasm, and when Alan did pull away, his orgasm was
completely dry, his glistening red penis pulsing
impotently and his orgasm almost painful.  Chandra had
came again just about the same time, putting her an
orgasm behind Chad.

By the time Alan's mother called "time," both Chad's and
Alan's penises were glowing bright red and had become
quite sore.  Chad had orgasmed a total of 5 times, Alan
only 4, and both were still soft after their most recent
orgasms despite the vigorous efforts each had made on the
other.  Both boys' tongues felt numb and their jaws were
aching.  Chad once again had that hated boy taste in his
mouth.  He wished they'd let him go wash it out.  Alan,
on the other hand, was thinking that Chad's penis had
kind of an interesting taste, sort of boyish and salty at
the same time.  Despite Chad's plea for the chance to use
some mouthwash or at least rinse his mouth with some
water, his mother ordered him to the couch beside Alan,
where both boys sat with their legs spread wide, not
exactly comfortable on still sore butts, but trying to
avoid contact with their seriously deflated, sore
penises. 

Chandra was still working on her 4th orgasm and had to
keep going, now with two more boys openly staring at her.
They watched as she worked herself furiously, trying to
reach her last two orgasms and get this over with.  She
managed to finish her fourth soon after the boys sat
down, but her tired system took considerable coaxing to
orgasm a fifth time, the result being that all 4 boys got
to watch her finger herself for another 5 minutes before
she was up on her toes the last time, thrusting through
her final cum.  Allowed to sit, she collapsed, exhausted,
into a chair, her legs lewdly separated, more concerned
about the burning of her irritated clitoris and vaginal
opening than about who was looking at her. 

The three children being chastised were allowed a short
break.  Both boys asked for and got permission to pee,
but Tommy was assigned to go with them to make sure they
made no effort to rinse the taste of each other out of
their mouths.  The three boys headed into the hall
bathroom together, where Chad and Alan stood butt naked
on either side of the toilet and forced pee painfully
through their still burning urethras in short squirts
that they had to cut off each time the burn became
unbearable.  "Man, that hurts," Alan commented.  

"Yeah, it burns," Chad agreed.  "I never came so many
times in a row.  I'm so sore I bet I don't touch it again
for a week!"

"You'll have to," Alan said.  "You'll get too horny not
to, even if it hurts.  I won, you know," Alan went on. 
Chad nodded.  "I guess that means I only get 8 minutes of
whatever it is we're getting, Chandra gets 10, and you
get 12. I wonder what it is that we're getting that you
can do to girls, too?"  He was quiet a minute, as he and
Chad continued to force out little squirts of pee, trying
to empty their bladders before returning for the final
round.  "I hope it's not a paddling," he finally added.

"I don't think so," Chad said.  "You can't paddle someone
for 12 minutes, I don't think, even if you don't paddle
them hard.  It's got to be something else."

Alan looked glum.  "Whatever it is, it's gonna be bad,"
he said. "It's all bad."

Chad looked longingly at the water glass by the faucet as
they washed their hands, but Tommy's eyes were glued to
him and he knew it was hopeless.  He resigned himself to
tasting Alan in his mouth at least until they got back
home, and the three boys trouped back down to the den. 
After the boys had returned, Chandra begged for a
bathroom trip as well.  She was shocked when her mother
insisted that Brain and Tommy go along with her, in order
to see "what's what" when it came to girls and peeing,
and ordering her to obey them in the bathroom.  The two
boys went along with Chandra to the bathroom, returning
in a few minutes talking excitedly while Chandra walked
along with her beet red face turned down.

"They made me do it with my legs spread," she said to her
sisters, "and the little perverts put their heads about
an inch away and watched everything!  And I was so sore
it burned!"  She started to sniffle.  

Her mother had no sympathy.  "Stop the pity party, young
lady," she ordered.  "Or I'll increase your final
punishment to 12 minutes like Chad is getting!"  Chandra,
with great effort, managed to swallow down her tears and
the lump in her throat.  She stood looking at the floor,
feeling deeply sorry for herself.  Punishing boys like
this was all right – they were crude and disgusting and
dirty and gross.  Heck, they probably liked sucking each
other's cocks and licking each other's butts, and gross
stuff like that.  And they probably loved jerking
themselves off in front of girls, so they could show off
their boy stuff and mock girls for not having any of it. 
Okay, they probably didn't like being spanked or paddled,
but that didn't matter – they should be paddled every
day, just because they were boys!  But she was a girl! 
She should be sitting and watching, making fun of their
humiliation and crying, like her sisters!  It should be
that Chad kid's pervert brother who should be awaiting
the final punishment, not her! She'd seen him squirt in
his pants when she'd been forced to masturbate in front
of them.  He thought she hadn't noticed, but she had! 
He'd touched his disgusting thing through his pants,
jerked and squeezed his butt like boys do, and the wet
spot had appeared right at the tip of the bulge in his
pants!  He's the one who should be awaiting punishment
right now, not her!

And her smirking little brother!  He was looking at her
with his piggy little eyes, enjoying seeing her nude for
the first time.  He's the one who should be standing up
her with his plump little butt and his baby privates on
display, waiting to be punished.  Well, his turn would
come!  She'd find some reason to spank him tomorrow, just
see if she didn't.  She'd strip him naked, and she'd turn
his little butt bright red, and that would wipe the smirk
off of his face!

Chad and Alan were none too happy either.  Both knew it
was the final punishment of the night, so it was likely
to be worse than all the others.  The thought of
something worse than being ball flicked or spanked bare
butt had Chad quaking inside.  Alan was just as
frightened, wondering what could be more painful than a
bare butt spanking on his welted butt or the pain of a
candle being roughly shoved up his butt and then lit.  He
was still wondering what kind of a punishment could be
given equally to boys and girls, despite their anatomical
differences.  It must involve our butts or our butt
holes, he decided.  They're the only parts that are
really the same on boys and girls.

"It's getting late," Mrs. Delvecchio declared. "Time for
our final punishment.  Children, line up beside the
mantle, facing us.

Alan, Chandra, and Chad lined up in a row, looking
apprehensively at the three women.  Their last, worst
promised punishment was about to start – what would it
be?

Mrs. Delvecchio was pulling on latex gloves, stretching
the last one out and letting go of the latex with a
satisfying snap.  She reached in the side drawer.  "What
I have for you three naughty children is this," she said,
holding out a small bottle.

Chad, Alan, and Chandra all strained to read the label on
the small bottle, as did the children seated in the room. 
The print was too small to see, but they could all see
that the label had flames printed around the edge.

"This is a jar of "Spontaneous Combustion," Mrs.
Delvecchio said.  "I bought it when I was at Lake Tahoe. 
It's a blend of pepper juice and pepper extracts.  It's
the hottest hot sauce I know of.  You three will be
punished by having to endure having the hot sauce on you
for the number of minutes we specified.  The hot sauce
will be applied to sensitive areas of your body, and then
the timer will be started.  Alan will have to have the
hot sauce on him for 8 minutes, Chandra for 10, and Chad
for 12.  When your time is up, I've prepared special
materials for reducing the burning of the sauce, but
until your time is up you will have to simply tolerate
it, no matter how much it burns.  You may not touch any
parts of your bodies that have hot sauce on them, and you
may not rub against anything to try to remove it or
lessen its burn.  If you do, you'll be ringed, as we
promised."

The three children looked at each other apprehensively. 
Chad was glad he'd just peed – he'd be peeing on the
floor right now in fright if he hadn't.

"Where do they get it put on them?" Brian asked abruptly.
"Do they get it on their tongue like I did that time when
I said 'fuck?'" he asked.  His mother turned to him,
frowning.  Brian looked puzzled for a moment, then it
dawned on him what he'd just said.  

"Open your mouth, young man," she ordered him, walking
toward him.  

"No Mommmy!" Brian squealed.  "I didn't mean to say it! 
Nooooooooo!"

"Do you want a ring through your little pee-pee, too?"
his mother threatened.  "If you don't, you'll open your
dirty little mouth right now!"

Grimacing and shutting his eyes, Brian stuck out his
tongue.  His mother tilted the jar and let two drops of
the liquid fall on the exposed surface.  Brian's tongue
flew back into his mouth, and in a few seconds he began
whooping, drooling and crying as his face turned red.  He
buried his face in a pillow, sobbing.

"You see how powerful it is," his mother said to the
other children, turning back to them.  "You won't be
getting it on your tongue, either, but rather somewhere
more painful and embarrassing.  Where do you suppose
you'll be getting it?"

Chad and Alan looked at each other, while Chandra looked
at her mother in fear.  "On- on- on our butt holes?" Alan
asked.

"Bingo!" his mother.  "Give that boy a prize! As your
final punishment, I'm going to make you bend over and
grab your ankles, and then I'm going to dip my finger in
this hot sauce and stick it up each of your bottoms, one
at a time, to make sure you each get a good dose where it
will really get your attention.  Then I'm going to make
you straighten up and face us, while you each get a
second dose on your little pee-holes.  That way you all
three, male and female alike, get treated equally."  She
tilted the bottle, soaking the index finger of her glove. 
"Now bend over and grab your ankles, or I'm getting out
the rings."

All three were shaking visibly as they complied.  In
short order there were three trembling bare butts aimed
skyward, their red-faced owners looking fearfully back at
her through their legs.  One at a time, Mrs. Delvecchio
wet her finger and plunged it up to the first knuckle
into her son's brown butt hole, her niece's pink one, and
then Chad's brown and pink orifice.  She then slapped
Alan's butt and told him to straighten up and turn
around, swiping her finger across the tip of his penis as
he faced her, making sure she passed over his pee slit. 
She then slapped Chandra's bottom and made her stand,
spreading her vulva with one hand and swiping her pee
slit with the other.  In moments it was Chad's turn to be
slapped and ordered to stand, where he received the swipe
of the finger over the barely protruding tip of his own
boyhood.  

Within moments the effects began building in all three
children, as their tight anuses began tingling and then
burning internally, the burn building up until all three
were whooping like Brian.  Seconds later a tingle began
in all three children's urethral openings, as the burning
pepper sauce began stimulating them unbearably as well. 
All three children spontaneously gripped their butt
cheeks in desperation and howled, prancing around the
room completely uncaring about their exposed genitals as
they fought to avoid trying to comfort their burning butt
holes.  Their hands just as quickly shifted to hovering
over their genital regions as the intense burning of
their pee slits became even more powerful.  Within a
minute there were 4 children moving jerkily around the
room, crying loudly and begging for relief from the burn,
in Brian's case in his mouth, in the case of the others
in their most private regions.  Dribbles of pee leaked
out of all three of the latter children, running quickly
down their legs but doing nothing to ease the horrible
burn.  All three could feel their butt holes squeezing
tightly, trying to clamp down without success on the
painful interior and exterior burn surrounding them.  

Chad was gripping the outsides of his buns and howling
incoherently, his hips contracting repeatedly like he was
having an orgasm.  Chandra was doubled over, her butt
agape as she tried to squeeze the pain out of her vulva
and bawling at the top of her lungs.  Alan's hand hovered
over his genitals, finally clamping around them in a
circle in his attempt to comfort the burn without
touching the tip of his penis and risking a cock ring.

Alan's face was puffy and red from crying and covered
with snot, and his penis head and butt hole were both
beet red as well by the time his mother announced his
time was up and he would have the sauce removed.  She
took the hobbling, crying boy off down the hall to the
bathroom.  Two minutes later, she came back with a
somewhat calmer Alan, still crying uncontrollably, but
now holding a washcloth to his genitals and walking like
his butt was on fire.  Chandra made the next trip with
her, as Chad continued to alternately squeeze his buns
until they turned white where they joined trying to
squeeze the pain out of his burning hole and bend over to
try to squeeze the burn out of his barely visible red
penis head.  Each time his butt spread apart, the
watching audience could see that his entire butt crack
was glowing red, and his wrinkled orifice was almost
purple with irritation.  


Finally, after what seemed forever to Chad, Alan's mother
returned within a sniffling Chandra, who was holding a
washcloth to her vulva with one hand and rubbing her butt
with the other, and took him by the arm and guided him to
the bathroom.  There he discovered what the others had
experienced before him.  Alan's mother first made him
bend over and grab his ankles while he danced and
fidgeted and his butt burned, then she quickly ran an
enema tube up his butt and filled him with a greasy
fluid.  She sat him on the toilet.  "Expel that," she
ordered.  "It's an oil that will dilute the hot sauce." 
Chad eagerly pooped all of the oil out, disliking the
greasy feeling, but noticing an immediate reduction in
the burning in his hind quarters.  

She then handed him a Dixie cup with oily fluid in it,
and had him dip his wiener in it, the burn in it
subsiding to tolerable levels as well.  She took the cup
and handed him a washcloth with a lump of ice inside it. 
"Hold this where it burns the most.  Move it around as
you need to," she ordered, taking him by the arm and
leading him back to the den.

Chad self-consciously joined the other two children
holding ice alternately to various parts of their most
private areas, trying to soothe the residual burning as
the other children looked on with superior expressions. 
Was this night of punishment never going to end?