Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 49
by Chadlad

copyright 2006 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
chadlad3@yahoo.com

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Chapter 49:  If You Want Something Done Right...

Chad waited in the wings of the school auditorium,
butterflies in his stomach and knees weak with fear.  This
was it – the beginning of his day of punishment, when he'd
be the first and only kid in school to have run the
gauntlet.  His morning preparations had flown quickly.  His
mother had roused him at 6:30 and made him lie on a towel
face down on the bathroom floor while she pushed the enema
tube in him and filled him with an enormous amount of soapy
water, then looked on approvingly as the water came out of
him and into the toilet just as clean as it had gone it. 
She'd carefully bathed him and then rubbed his whole body
with moisturizing oils until it glistened.  She guided him
out of the bathroom and down to the living room completely
naked, standing him in the corner with his hands behind his
head while the oils soaked in.  She returned with a pile of
clothing, calling him out of the corner.  She had been up in
his room, where she'd selected his most worn school polo
shirt and uniform pants, commenting, "If they're going to
cut them up, we might as well not use good ones."

Chad saw that she had his socks and shoes in the pile as
well, but not his neck chain.  "No jewelry today," his
mother said brusquely.  "You haven't acted like a civilized
person, so you'll have no signs of civilization on you when
you get punished.  Now get dressed."

Chad noticed for the first time that on top the pile there
was an unfamiliar pair of briefs, bright colors visible
printed on them.  "Those aren't mine," he indicated, waving
at the folded clothing.

"They are now," his mother said, unfolding the underwear and
holding them up for him to see.  "Your brother helped pick
them out for your big unveiling today. We're lucky you have
such small hips, or we'd have never found a size to fit
you."  Chad looked at the underwear in horror. The waist
band proclaimed, "TELETUBBIES!" in huge capital letters
circling the top.  Purple, yellow, green and red figures
covered the front and back.

"I can't wear those!" Chad moaned.  "Everyone will laugh at
me!"

"You didn't seem concerned about people laughing at you when
you earned 2 spankings and a paddling at school," his mother
said dismissively.  "Now put them on, and get your other
clothes on.  I don't suppose you're hungry."

Chad shook his head violently, holding the offending
underpants up and eyeing them with distaste as his mother
hurried out.  Teletubbies!  Of all the nasty tricks to pull,
his brother picks out Teletubbies!  At least they were his
size – they'd cover his butt and wiener.  Well, until they
were cut off of him.  He shuddered and slipped them on,
pulling them up snugly.  He felt ridiculous.  Tommy breezed
in, munching toast.  "Mom says to hurry up. Ooooooooh,
cute!" he said, trying to keep a straight face but unable to
hold it.  He bent double with laughter, bits of toast
spraying on the floor as he cracked up at the sight of his
big brother in Teletubbies undies.  Chad tried to ignore
him, slipping pants on for the first time in days.  By the
time he'd pulled on his shirt and was slipping on socks,
Tommy had gotten control of himself and was picking bits of
toast off the floor before his mother saw what he'd done.

Chad, not knowing what else to do, walked into the hall.  He
tried not to think any farther ahead than how he felt right
now.  He didn't feel hungry so much as just empty from mouth
to butt hole, and he wouldn't have been able to keep
anything down, anyway.  Despite his determination to be
brave and ride it out, he felt dread coursing through him. 
This must be how condemned prisoners feel, he thought.
Everything is perfectly normal, your body is feeling as fine
as it ever has – no aches, no pains, everything at the peak
of health, but doom is coming, and coming too soon.  He
reached in his underpants and felt his boy butt, smooth,
soft, rounded, muscular, and fully healed – not a pimple, a
mark, or even a bump in the skin.  He leaned forward
slightly to part his buns and probed his butt hole with his
index finger – it felt tight, comfortable, and pleasantly
twitchy, no longer puffy outside nor sore inside, just ready
to do its job if he ever got his system started back up
again.  He then reached in the front of his pants with one
hand and cupped his balls, then let his fingers explore his
perfect, unscarred penis, hanging little boy style today
rather than hiding, as if proud of itself.  His penis
twitched, always ready for action.  How long would his body
continue to feel like this today – how long would it be
perfect before his fellow students covered his butt with
painful welts, or made his currently comfortable feeling
balls ache, or stretched his butt hole beyond endurance? 
And how would he stand up to hour after hour of angry
schoolmates determined to mar the current near perfection of
his pubescent body, to do things that they hoped would make
him hurt?

He shivered, removing his hands, and had them back at his
sides before his mother breezed in from the kitchen, urging
him into the bathroom to pee and then into the car with
Tommy to make the short drive to school.  Tommy split off to
his classroom, saying cheerfully to Chad, "See you soon! I
mean, really see you!" Chad accompanied his mother to the
auditorium, where he was deposited in the wings of the stage
and told to wait as his mother went to confer with Mrs.
Hendricks and look over the punishment schedule and sign her
final approval.

No, not yet! Chad thought to himself over and over again, as
condemned men have done for centuries.  I'm not ready.  It's
too soon. But the time passed anyway.  A din rose in the
auditorium as class after class filed in.  At exactly 8:30
he heard the moan of feedback from the microphone, and then
Mrs. Hendricks, the vice principal, began addressing the
assembled students.  Next to Chad, Mrs. Rose appeared and
stood grimly by him, grasping his upper arm just in case he
should suddenly decide to bolt.  The Pledge of Allegiance
was recited, and then there was a shuffling as students
seated themselves.

"Students of Miriam Webster Schools, we are here to initiate
the punishment of one of your fellow students, a seventh
grade boy who has attacked a younger student twice in the
last week and compounded this by engaging in other
inappropriate behaviors as well," Mrs. Hendricks announced. 
"To demonstrate that such violent behavior will not be
tolerated at this school, we have decided to make an example
of this incorrigible brat.  Mrs. Rose, would you please
bring Chad Henson forward."

Chad's legs got weak and Mrs. Rose had to half drag him  out
of the wings of the auditorium to the center of the stage. 
Chad was grateful for the enema his mother had given him
this morning as well as he trip to the bathroom to pee
moments before – had there been anything in him at all, he'd
have pooped and peed his pants on the spot.  A pair of snare
drummers from the school band played a marching cadence as
he was pulled in, and Mrs. Rose unconsciously adjusted her
stride to match it.  He was halted in the center of the
stage, a spotlight on him.  He could barely see the
surrounding children with the bright light on him, but he
sensed the excitement of the crowd of boys and girls.  He
could see his mother sitting in a chair at the side of the
stage, looking at him grimly.  The drum cadence stopped.

"Chad Henson," Mrs. Hendricks began.  "You have already been
publicly spanked on your bare bottom twice in the last week
for misbehavior, and have also been paddled on your bare
bottom.  None of these punishments prevented you from
committing an additional act of violence on Friday, when you
viciously attacked a 6th grade girl and injured her
seriously.  In light of this action and your equally vicious
attack on a younger child on Tuesday of last week, the
school board has agreed that you will be suspended for 5
days from school, and you will be forced to run the gauntlet
today beginning at 9 AM.  That means that you will visit
each of the classes from 4th through 8th grade, where each
class of children will publicly administer a severe
punishment that they have chosen especially for you. It is
hoped that your experience of an entire day of punishment
will serve as a lesson to you to modify your behavior and as
a deterrent to any other boy who might be contemplating
following in your example."

She turned toward Chad's mother and beckoned her.  "We will
now formally begin your suspension by separating your from
the school.  As you will not be a student here for the next
5 days, you are not entitled to wear that uniform, nor do
you deserve to do so."  She accepted a pair of scissors from
Chad's mother, who kept a second pair for her own use. 
"Chad Henson, place your hands behind your head and hold
still.  You would not want us to accidentally cut anything
of yours during this process."

The drummers began a spirited drum roll.  In unison, Chad's
mother and Mrs. Hendricks started at the sides of his
uniform shirt and cut upward, finishing by exiting the
bottom of his sleeves.  Chad's shirt hung on him like a
poncho, the sides open.  They then swiftly cut the tops of
the sleeves to the neck, and Chad's shirt fell off him in
two parts, his scrawny bare chest white in the bright
spotlight, his ribs showing and his nipples tiny and barely
visible.  The two then started at the legs of his pants and
began cutting up the sides, pulling the pants away from his
body as they cut.  Like his shirt, pants fell off as they
reached the top, landing in a pile between his legs, where
his mother swiftly yanked them free.  This left Chad clad
only in his new Teletubbies briefs and his socks and shoes. 
Catcalls and screams of laughter poured out of the sections
full of older kids as they caught sight of what he was
wearing.

His mother and Mrs. Hendricks waited a bit so the class
could appreciate his juvenile briefs, then the drum roll
came again, and together they pulled the sides of his
underpants waistband out and quickly snipped the sides of
the underwear, letting the single piece flutter off to the
ground.  Cymbals crashed as the drums stilled, and then loud
applause broke out all over the auditorium as the children
registered their approval of Chad being stripped of his
uniform and his school affiliation.  Despite having appeared
before most of these kids before butt naked in the
lunchroom, Chad still blushed to the core as hundreds of
children gazed at his diminutive genitalia, barely visible
in his fright.  Hoots and catcalls could be heard over the
applause, which went on and on, along with excited foot
stamping.  Chad's mother turned him so his back was to the
audience, to let them see his unmarked posterior, the two
boyish orbs of his fundament glowing whitely in the light,
begging to be spanked. The crowd of kids roared louder. 
After a minute, his mother rotated him back around, and Mrs.
Hendricks stepped up to the mike and motioned for silence. 
The kids gradually calmed down and resumed their seats.

"The order of classroom visits has been determined.  Chad
Henson will begin by visiting the fifth grade for their
punishment.  Then he will visit the fourth and then the 8th
grade before lunch.  After lunch, he will visit his own 7th
grade, and then finish up with the 6th grade, where his
latest victim will get a chance to deal with him directly. 
Some of these classes are planning multiple smaller
punishments, some a single big punishment.  We had also
originally proposed that Mr. Henson be punished during lunch
break as well, in front of the whole student body, but on
consideration the school board has decided that it would be
better if he is examined by the nurse and rest briefly
during lunch break.  We want to be sure he'll be physically
sound when he faces his last two hours of punishment, which
will of course be the most severe.  After his final
punishment, he will be on display on the observer platform
between the buildings for 20 minutes after school.  I hope
that seeing the results of this punishment will serve as a
lesson for all of you boys, from Kindergarten on up."  She
paused as applause rang out again, and waited for it to die
down.

"I will now take Mr. Henson to the bathroom to empty his
bladder before we begin, then we will be proceeding through
the classes on schedule.  Mr. Henson, come with me,"
Mrs. Hendricks concluded.

The drummers began a solid, measured beat, and Mrs.
Hendricks took Chad by one upper arm and marched him slowly
down the auditorium steps and down the aisle through rows of
screaming, jeering children, reaching out to pat his butt,
try to yank his wiener, or staying back but making
humiliating comments and promising him he was "gonna get it"
when their class had its turn.  She took her time, letting
the derision and laughter rain on Chad freely as they went. 
His mother followed behind.  They exited the auditorium,
veering off to the teacher's lounge as classes began pouring
out one by one to return to their rooms.  Chad was marched
to the bathroom in the teacher's lounge, offered one last
chance to pee and poo if he needed, and left alone for a
moment.  Nervously, he emptied his bladder of the little
dribble he'd built up since leaving the house, and decided
to wipe his penis with tissue to get rid of the damp spot,
which in his nude state would be seen by everyone.  He
emerged from the bathroom and stood, trembling.

Mrs. Rose had veered off in the auditorium to take charge of
the 7th grade, but Mrs. Hendricks took his arm and marched
him down the hall, across the playground, and into the
adjoining building, knocking at the door of the fifth grade. 
As they entered, the entire class of boys and girls, most
smaller than Chad, turned to look at him expectantly, their
neatly scrubbed faces shining.  Giggles spread through the
class as Chad was led down the row to the front, and stood
in the center of the class by the board.  "Shoes and socks
off for punishment, Mr. Henson," Mrs. Hendricks ordered. 
"You know the school rule."

Chad relinquished these last items of clothing.  Now he was
truly, completely naked, as vulnerable as his ancient
ancestors and much more defenseless.  This was the first
time he'd ever been completely naked in front of a class –
he'd always had on his neck chain before, and usually his
shirt, making him feel at least a bit civilized.  He looked
at the class – little girls were pointing at his genitals
and whispering to each other, as were little boys.  The 5th
grade teacher stepped up.

"Mr. Henson, the fifth grade has decided that they would
rather focus on humiliating you than on causing you pain,
although they agree that some pain should be part of this
lesson.  We discussed the most humiliating things a boy
might have to do in front of a group of his fellow students. 
Being naked in front of your peers and younger children is
certainly humiliating, and so is being spanked and paddled
in front of them, but you've already experienced both and it
hasn't changed your behavior. After some discussion and
guidance from Mrs. Hendricks, both the boys and girls
decided that it would be most humiliating for you to begin
the day by receiving genital stimulation in public from the
girls in this class, and then have to stimulate yourself. 
So we will start by allowing each of the girls to take a
turn stimulating your penis and trying to bring you to
orgasm.  Each of our 10 girls will be allowed two minutes to
try to make you orgasm.  I will draw their names out of a
hat one at a time, so that they get their chances in random
order.  Each girl who makes you orgasm will receive one of
the prizes on the desk."  She waved her hand at her desk,
which was piled with stuffed animals, cosmetic sets, and
Hello Kitty merchandise.  Chad looked it over and decided
that he, personally, wouldn't want any of the girly stuff. 
The girls in the class, however, were looking at it
avariciously.

The teacher continued.  "In order to help make it clear when
a girl has won, Mrs. Hendricks will watch you from behind
for the tell-tale buttock tensing that accompanies orgasm,
while I'll watch from the front for the genital contractions
that accompany it. You will do your part by loudly
announcing, "Here I go!" each time your orgasm.  If Mrs.
Hendricks or I detect an orgasm and you don't announce it,
you'll receive two very hard blows of the paddle on your
bare bottom before we go on. You are to face the class and
keep your hands at your sides during the entire punishment. 
Is that clear?"

"What do I have to say again when I cum -- I mean orgasm?"
Chad asked, as the many of the boys laughed at his initial,
cruder term.

"You say, 'here I go,'" his mother said impatiently.  "Pay
attention."

"Oh," Chad said.  He paused, building his courage.  "Is that
all I'm getting?" he asked hopefully.

"No, of course not," The teacher snapped.  "This punishment
is just the warm-up.  Your second punishment will involve
the same part of your body, but be even more humiliating. 
Now be silent except to announce your orgasms."  She reached
into the hat beside her on a small table.  "Nadine, you're
up first."

"What do I do again?" the graceful, small boned, dark brown
Nadine asked as she got up to stand by Chad.

"Have you ever seen a boy play with his penis for his own
pleasure?" her teacher asked.

"Oh, yeah," Nadine said, smiling.  "My two little brothers
are 7 and 5.  They take their little things in their fists
and rub 'em like crazy when they're in their beds and think
we're not looking, and sometimes even when they're just
sitting on the couch watching TV!  I always wondered why
they do that!"

"Just do what they do to themselves.  Take this boy's penis
in your hand and rub it, hard enough and fast enough to be
stimulating, but not so hard and fast that it hurts
excessively.  You'll be able to tell," the teacher said.

Nadine stood by Chad's right side, facing him, and reached
her hand out shyly and touched his penis, which was, to
Chad's gratification, at least not hiding at the moment, but
about an inch and a half long and hanging down, angled
outward slightly over the smooth curve of his sack.  She
began circling the head of it with her fingertips,
commenting, "that's what my brothers like to do," as she
did.  Chad's penis responded immediately, erecting itself to
its full two inches and angling out from his body.  Nadine
continued circling her fingers round and round.  In moments
she'd coaxed the first butt contractions from Chad, and they
were coming regularly by the time the teacher called out,
"Time!"  Nadine stopped, looking disappointed.

"Sorry you weren't a winner," the teacher said.  "Here's a
consolation prize!  She handed Nadine a Tootsie Pop that she
drew out of a dress pocket.  Nadine smiled at Chad, took the
sucker, and sat down.  Chad stood awkwardly, his penis
aching for someone to touch it. One boy in front said,
frowning, "Is that all the bigger it gets?"  Chad looked
embarrassed, and the kid grinned at him and stuck out his
tongue

"Andrea, you're up next," the teacher said.  Andrea, a
boyish looking girl with short, brown hair, a stick figure,
and a no-nonsense attitude, stalked to the front, took up
Nadine's former position, and circled his penis with her
small fist like a master, immediately commencing the time-
honored jerking motion most boys used.  Despite the fact
that her fist kept slipping off his short tool, feelings
swelled in Chad and his butt began contracting more rapidly. 
He stiffened, rising on his toes, his penis head swelling as
it stabbed at Andrea's fist.  A small drop burst out of the
tip and landed on Andrea's hand as Chad grunted through his
first orgasm of the day.

"Oooooooo," several kids in the front said at once, as
Andrea froze and let go, looking at her hand.  "Ick," she
said.  The teacher motioned to the front corner of the room. 
Oh, yeah, Chad remembered.  The grade school rooms all had
sinks in the corner.  He'd forgotten that.  She stalked off
to wash her hand, acting thoroughly disgusted.

"Yuck!" a boy on the right said.  "He peed on her."

"No, he didn't urinate on her," the teacher said calmly. 
"Mr. Henson is merely in the early stages of puberty, and as
a result he produces small amounts of the kind of semen
immature boys make.  You do have to wash your hands well,
though, Andrea," she said, looking pointedly at the girl
scrubbing with great energy at the sink, "and use soap,
because he might possibly be making a few sperm cells
already."  She looked at Chad's small scrotum.  "Although I
doubt it," she added.

"What did you forget to do, young man," Mrs. Hendricks
asked, wiping Chad's penis with a baby wipe as she spoke.

"Ummmm, ummmm, I forgot to say I was cumming," Chad said.

"I'd prefer you not put it quite that crudely, but yes,
that's correct.  So now you must pay the price.  Place your
hands over your genitals for a moment," she ordered.  She
picked up a ping-pong paddle from the teacher's desk and
stood by Chad's left side, looping her hand round his
middle.  Chad gripped his genitals tightly and shut his
eyes.  He heard two quick, meaty smacking noises at the same
time that he felt liquid fire course up his spine and the
centers of his buns exploded with pain.  "Owwwwwwwww," Chad
bawled.  "Owwwwwwww!  Owwwwwwww! Owwwwwww!"  He danced in
place, letting go of his genitals and gasping his sore butt
in both hands.  Mrs. Hendricks put the paddle down.

"Now remember to tell us, next time," she ordered the
sniffling Chad.  She let him continue to cradle his stinging
bottom as the 5th grade teacher announced the third name.

"Brittany, you're next to try," she said.

"No fair," Brittany complained as she rose.  Chad noted,
through his teary eyes, that she looked like she was trying
to act and dress like her famous namesake.  He hated her on
sight. "He just did his thing – I don't have a chance at a
prize!"

Andrea, meanwhile, was showing the stuffed dog she'd picked
out to her friends, who looked envious.  Girls, thought Chad
to himself.  He worked on soothing his aching bottom.  His
post-orgasm penis flopped.

"Boys as immature as this one can often orgasm several times
in a single hour," the teacher proclaimed.  "Besides, I'm
drawing from a hat – everyone gets an equal chance at a good
or bad position in the line."

Sighing and still unhappy with her position, Brittany took
up her place by Chad and worked his drooping organ between
her two fingers listlessly, merely working her thumb against
two fingers and making it point first left, then right. 
Chad felt little sensation, and as a result, nothing much
happened during Britany's allotted time.

"Little wuss won't even get it up for me," she whined when
her time was called.  "It's not fair."  She gave his still
soft penis a yank and dropped it, refusing a Tootsie-Pop as
she stalked back to her seat.

The next girl called up was Melissa, who put a thumb on the
top of Chad's penis near his groin, and then used her first
two fingers to tickle him under its head.  Chad's penis
immediately responded to the unfamiliar technique, standing
up hard within 30 seconds.  "Sure, he does it for her,"
Brittany muttered loudly.

"I'd do it for her, too," one boy near Chad whispered to the
other.  "I'd do it to her, too."  Chad had to agree mentally
that the boy had a point – the girl was cute in a younger
girl sort of way – light brown, long hair, very thin waist,
a hint of flaring hips – he could feel the pressure in him
building and his hips gave a lurch.

"I'd love to take his place right now," the boy behind the
one who'd commented replied, a bit careless of his volume. 
"I'd do her right on the floor!"

The 5th grade teacher moved swiftly, grasping the slightly
too loud second boy by the arm and hauling him up and
dragging him to the front.  "I will not tolerate that kind
of disrespect for girls in my classroom, young man!" she
roared.

Behind her, Chad rose on his toes, shouting "Here I go!" in
his haste to avoid another pair of swats. His penis spat
another tiny drop, this one sliding down the underside of
his penis and immediately being rubbed into it by the girl's
busy hand.  She stopped.  The class was ignoring the two of
them, staring at the boy who was being addressed by their
teacher.

"You think what he's going through is a joke, young man?"
she asked the quailing little boy she was holding.  "You
want to join him?  Well, you can have your wish.  But first,
you're getting spanked!"

She released the boy and stalked to the front of the room,
picking up a box of a type that was by now way too familiar
to Chad.  She dropped it by the boy's feet.  "Everything off
but your shirt, Quentin," she said in a level voice.  She
stalked away, viciously pulling another name out of the hat. 
Melissa, holding her hand away from her body like it was
contaminated with nuclear waste and not merely miniscule
amounts of Chad's output, rushed to the sink.  Mrs.
Hendricks wiped Chad's once again drooping penis with a
fresh Kleenex.

"Rebecca, you're up next," she announced as the fifth girl
rose to stand by Chad.  Chad glanced at her, then did a
double take.  She was cute – majorly cute!  His penis
lurched and began recovering all by itself.  She had long,
brown hair that was combed out and glistened, and it reached
all the way down until it covered half of her shapely little
butt.  She had the beginnings of breasts, and the most
beautiful face.  And, as she took Chad's penis in her hand,
she circled it backward, with her finger and thumb toward
his groin, as if she knew all about how he liked to
masturbate himself.  Chad's penis pulsed in her hand, and
she grinned at him and started giving him slow, long strokes
that tickled just right.

Meanwhile, everyone else in the room was giving their
attention to the unfortunate little Quentin.  The boy had
gone white with fear, and was slowly finishing kicking off
his shoes and pulling his socks down.  He looked pleadingly
at the teacher, who just nodded at his pants grimly, then,
with shaking hands, pulled his pants button and drew down
the zipper, slipping them down to reveal tiny underpants
with a barely visible crotch bulge.  An unfamiliar cartoon
character graced the back side of his briefs, which his 
flat little butt barely filled at all.

Chad was starting to grunt as pleasurable feelings swept
through him.  His penis was getting a bit sore, but this
girl had the most perfect technique.  She'd gradually sped
up as she went along, and now she was concentrating on his
penis head, going back and forth over it and never once
losing her grip on him.  "Here I go!" he said breathlessly,
rising on his toes and thrusting.  At the same time, Quentin
swallowed, looked at the floor, and slipped off his
underpants.

A few students glanced at Chad, noting that he didn't appear
to produce any fluid this time.  Most stared at Quentin,
enjoying their first examination of the boy's bare crotch. 
His little circumcised penis had a darker, brownish head,
and drooped over a nicely shaped little scrotum, wrinkled
tightly in the cool classroom air and brownish next to his
white groin.  It was slightly smaller than Chad's, but not
much, and his soft penis looked quite respectable on such a
small frame.  The teacher allowed the class to examine the
boy from the front for a minute as Rebecca went to wash her
hand just as a precaution and went to claim her prize.  Then
Quentin was turned with his back to the class, so that his
tiny butt was on display for the first time.

Chad, now back to Earth after his orgasm, looked as well. 
The little boy had an amazingly small butt—Chad himself
could have held each cheek in just one hand.  His butt crack
split him neatly, but his buns hardly swelled at all down
either side of the split.  "Grab your ankles so I can check
you for cleanliness before your spanking," the teacher
ordered.  They little boy grimaced but obeyed, grasping his
skinny ankles.  His small, flat buns spread easily and
widely, showing an expanse of white skin and an
incongruously brown butt hole in between.  All colors, Chad
thought to himself.  They come in all colors!  He noted once
again that the pigmentation of the boy's butt hole matched
that of his scrotum, confirming his theory about coloring. 
The teacher took a baby wipe and swiped down the boy's
crack, the boy's anus squeezing in sharply on its own at the
contact and then twitching several more times before
stopping.

All around the classroom, girls and boys were pronouncing
his butt hole gross, disgusting, or icky, but staring at it
avidly.  Chad, more a connoisseur of these things lately,
thought to himself that it was really quite a nice little
butt hole, with small, even wrinkles, and a very tightly
pursed center.  It was also obviously spotlessly clean and
free of dirt or lint, as was the boy's entire butt crack. 
Man, these kids complaining should see Joey's, he thought to
himself. That would teach them a thing or two about ugly
butt cracks and holes!

Meanwhile, the teacher left the boy in that humiliating
position to pick girl 6, this one as wide as she was tall,
and in no way attractive.  She took her place by Chad and
proceeded to yank his penis all sorts of directions,
creating no pleasure in Chad but some quite disconcerting
stabs of pain at the base of his soft tool.  The teacher had
handed the stopwatch to Mrs. Hendricks for the timing job,
and was getting the spanking chair from the corner.  Young
Quentin, who had been allowed to stand up again and face the
class, was looking at it with terror in his eyes.

"Time," Mrs. Hendricks announced, and the wide girl stomped
away, disgusted with Chad.  He hadn't even caught her name.

"There will be a break from Mr. Henson's punishment for Mr.
Simmonds' spanking," the teacher announced.  She faced the
small, trembling boy and announced, "Quentin Simmonds, you
have showed extreme disrespect for a girl in this class by
making crude, inappropriate remarks loudly while she was
engaged in legitimate classroom activity.  Before I
thoroughly spank your naughty bare bottom, you will
apologize to Melissa!"

The boy, trembling even more violently, looked at the floor. 
"Sorry, 'lissa," he mumbled.

"Was that sufficient, Melissa?" the teacher asked her.

The cute Melissa shook her head.  "No," she said.  "He – he-
he- he said he wanted to do me right on the floor!" she
said, upset.  "I didn't hear him when he said it, but
Brittany told me!" she complained.  Of course she did, Chad
thought.  She was the type who'd always tell anything that
would hurt or upset a more attractive girl like Melissa –
obviously no love lost there!

"Do you want him to apologize again?" the teacher asked.

"Can pull his wiener hard instead, so it hurts?" she asked. 
"Twice?"  She paused when the teacher looked at her in
surprise.  "Brittany suggested it," she said quickly.

The teacher thought a moment.  "All right," she said.  "Mr.
Simmonds, put your naughty little hands on your butt and
thrust forward so she has a good target!"

With a sob, the boy did as he was told, his penis looking
even bigger than Chad's now that he was thrusting it toward
the class.  Melissa practically skipped to the front of the
class, took Quentin's little boyhood between her thumb and
forefingers, and gave him two huge yanks, the second one
causing the boy to trip and fall to his knees, clutching his
little organ.  The teacher pulled him to his feet and
swiftly over her lab, wasting no time at all in giving his
bottom a series of stinging, noisy slaps.  Over the boy's
howls and thrashing, Chad noted that the 4 smacks covered
the boy's entire butt with overlaps in the centers just by
themselves, turning his bottom a uniform blushing pink with
red overtones.  In the end, the boy received fewer than 30
spanks, but his butt was as red as Joey's had been after
three times that many.

The teacher released the boy, who'd been kicking and
squalling in an unearthly high pitch the entire time,
letting him dance around the room rubbing his sore butt, his
little penis flopping comically as he did.  The boy had
forgotten all modesty, prancing the length of the room,
across the back, and then back up the side, still howling
his extreme distress and rubbing his butt like he was trying
to start a fire in it rather than stop one.  The teacher
ignored him, walking calmly to the desk to draw the name of
the 7th girl and announce it loudly over the noise.

Chad's penis was getting sore and he was getting tired, so
that girl was disappointed in her prize quest, as was the
girl after her.  His penis erected for the latter girl, a
small, underdeveloped little thing who looked like she
belonged in 2nd grade, but that was it.  Quentin, who'd
calmed down to sniffles and offended rubbing of his tiny
butt by that point, was stood up by Chad and told to put his
hands on his butt as the final two girls were brought up at
once, one to manipulate Chad, one, to Quentin's horror,
assigned to manipulate him.

"Remember," the teacher cautioned, mainly for Quentin's
benefit, "You call out, 'here I go' when you orgasm, or you
get more swats."  Quentin nodded seriously.  He definitely
didn't want more swats!  Both girls went at the boys with a
will that bordered on the frenetic.  Their small, feminine
hands were a blur on both small penises, the two obviously
making it a contest.  Quentin, owing to the fact his butt
was tingling mightily and this was his first orgasm of the
day, whooped, "Here I goooooooo!" in less than 30 seconds,
dancing a little tarantella as his powerful but humiliating
orgasm coursed through him.  As his pleasure died away, to
his chagrin the teacher ordered the girl next to him to
continue manipulating him for the full two minutes.  As a
result, she managed to squeeze another orgasm out of the
humiliated lad before, right near the 2 minute mark, Chad
also chimed, "Here I go!" and had an equally dry cum.

Young Quentin was sent to the corner in the spanking chair
with his feet on the second rail, where he commenced crying
softly to himself as he shifted on his tiny butt, trying to
find a place that didn't burn like fire to sit on.  Chad was
given a water bottle, "to replenish your fluids for the next
part," and allowed to rest for 5 minutes.  A glance at the
clock revealed less that 10 minutes left for this class –
what could they do in that time?

He soon found out.  The 5th grade teacher pulled over a cart
with an electronic device sitting on it.  She took a small,
egg-shaped object with a cord out the back of it and held it
up for him to see.

"This is a new device the school purchased less than a year
ago, which we've reserved for use only with boys who need to
be totally humiliated in front of their peers.  This will be
its first test here.  It's called the Stimulator.  It
punishes boys by making them sexually excited – so excited
that they're compelled to relieve that excitement in any way
they can.  This usually results in frenzied masturbation
that the boy is compelled to pursue even if it means rubbing
his little genitals raw."  She took a bottle labeled "K-Y"
in big letters and squirted some clear, greasy stuff on the
egg, spreading it around.

"Face the blackboard and bend over, Mr. Henson," she
ordered.  Chad did so, embarrassed that he had to display
his butt hole and the rear view of his tiny scrotum to these
little kids, just as their classmate Quentin had done
earlier.  He felt the cold egg against his anus and
stiffened.  "Relax your sphincter, Mr. Henson," the teacher
ordered.  "This has to go up your bottom all the way.  You
can let it in, or it can go in painfully, but it's going in.
You boys watch carefully – I want you to understand what
you'll face if you're as disobedient and incorrigible as Mr.
Henson."

Chad felt painful pressure being exerted on his butt hole. 
He remembered his mother's advice and tried to relax and
ride it out, pushing out like he was trying to poo – at
least there was no danger of anything coming out of him, the
way his mother hand cleaned him out!  Boys in the room
gasped as the egg disappeared and the wrinkled hole closed
around it.  Chad grunted and squirmed.  Even relaxing and
pushing out, the egg still hurt going in, but once inside
was less uncomfortable—it just made him feel full of poo and
wishing he could go.  The cord trailed out of his butt and
over to the machine.

"Stand up and face the class," the 5th grade teacher
ordered.  Chad did so, arms at his side.  The teacher took a
thin metal cord and looped it twice around the base of his
penis, clipping the ends together.  A wire plugged into the
cord, also running to the machine.  "Now you're ready," she
said.  "In a moment, I'm going to turn on the power and
adjust the controls.  You'll feel a tingling in your body
between the egg in your rectum and the loop on your
genitals.  The tingling will build until you feel intense
sexual excitement.  You will undoubtedly develop a powerful
erection..."  Here she paused and looked at Chad's small
penis, shaking her head.  "Well, an erection of some kind
anyway. You'll have a powerful longing to stimulate yourself
with your hands, and the longing will build as time goes by. 
I strongly suggest you do so.  I do not think you could
resist doing so, anyway, if the examples I saw in the
training films are any evidence.  If you do not stimulate
yourself, you will find the area between your rectum and
your genitals burning unbearably.  If you do stimulate
yourself, I'm told you feel powerful yearning for even more
stimulation that is unpleasant but more tolerable.  You will
find that you will be able to orgasm while the stimulator is
operating, but the orgasm will not be fulfilling, and you'll
maintain your erection and still feel the need to stimulate
yourself immediately after each orgasm."  She looked Chad in
the eyes.

"The fifth graders agreed that making you stimulate yourself
voluntarily until your penis is too painful to handle for
several days afterward would be an appropriate and fair
punishment for a boy as naughty as you.  I agree with them. 
I think you'll find this a very unpleasant experience that
you won't want to repeat, in addition to the humiliation of
masturbating frantically in public like a toddler.  You'll
only be on it for a few minutes – that's all you'll be able
to take without rubbing yourself to the point where you
bleed.  But they'll be the longest few minutes you've
experienced in a long, long time!"

She scanned the classroom.  "As before, you are to announce
loudly to the class each time you orgasm.  Each of the
students has picked a number as their guess of how many
times you'll orgasm, and the winner gets the grand prize,"
she said, indicating a rather nice looking portable radio on
her desk.  "We will start the stimulator on the setting that
is considered optimal for boys just entering puberty, which
clearly is where you are.  If we see you orgasm without
announcing it, we will turn the stimulator to a higher
level, making the experience much more unpleasant, and we'll
keep turning it up each time you fail.  Do you understand?"

Chad nodded.  This sounded bad.  Obviously, the machine was
going to hurt him, and if he didn't play with his wiener in
front of all these little kids, it would hurt him more.  And
he had to keep remembering announce his cums, or the result
would be worse than a few little smacks on the butt.  He
realized he hadn't known what humiliation was before.  He
looked at the grinning, happy faces of the little kids in
front of him, and felt embarrassed to his very core.

The teacher went to her desk for a tissue box, which she sat
by the machine.  She flicked a switch, and a low humming
could be heard.  Immediately, Chad felt a tingle deep in his
rectum, which intensified and spread across to the base of
his penis and the quickly up the shaft.  His organ rose
quickly, straining toward the sky, leaping with his
heartbeat.  Chad fidgeted, unable to decide what he should
do next.  The tingle intensified, making his penis tip
tingle and start jumping.  Suddenly, he had a powerful urge
to squeeze his penis, an urge he couldn't resist.  Feeling
self-conscious, he took his right hand and enclosed his
organ, as the class laughed at the sight of him holding
himself tightly.  That felt better briefly, but then the
odd, tingly sensations increased, and he just knew he had to
rub it – it jumped like a live thing in his hand,
practically screaming to be rubbed!

He began gently stroking his penis with his fist, which felt
better briefly but in seconds wasn't enough.  He inverted
his hand, circling his penis with his thumb and forefinger
against his crotch, his preferred masturbation technique due
to the shortness of his organ.  His penis tip throbbed and
jumped, and he was compelled to stroke himself faster and
faster, tingly feelings building within him until his hips
began pumping.  "Here I go!" he remembered to shout, as a
spatter of two or three tiny drops barely cleared his organ
and sprinkled on the ground.  He expected the satisfaction
that usually followed orgasm, but instead the pleasure died
away in seconds, and the urge to rub himself continued,
needing even more relief.  He frantically beat away at his
wiener, his hand slipping off the tip now and then as he
picked up the pace.  Each time his hand slipped off, the
yearning for more touch was painful.  The teacher,
meanwhile, wiped the floor and stepped back.  In less that
30 seconds, he was cresting again, thrusting his small butt
and shouting, "Here I go!" as the class rooted him on and
giggled among themselves, amused at the sight of a big boy
whacking away like a toddler in plain view.

He felt no fulfillment at all as a tiny drop dribbled out
and coated the bottom of his organ, and the need for
stimulation intensified.  He squeezed himself harder and
jerked his penis faster, feeling the strain on the base of
it as he yanked it each time.  Within another minute he was
cresting again, remembering to shout the required phrase at
the last minute as kids shrieked with laughter at his
antics.  The need for stimulation intensified yet again.  He
seized his penis with both hands and began yanking on the
head, pulling it to its full length and finding the pain
this caused at the base to be necessary and even more
stimulating.  He orgasmed again quickly this time too
overwhelmed with need to announce it, but his pumping hips
were noted by Mrs. Hendricks, who announced, "That was
another one.  Because you failed to announce it, Mr. Henson,
I'm turning the machine up a notch, to the level recommended
for boys in mid puberty." She reached over and clicked a
dial.

Chad's penis leaped like a live thing in his hand, the
internal teasing, burning intensifying.  He switched hands
to his rested left one, pounding his crotch like madman,
panting with his need.  His fingers, flying up and down his
organ, slipped and struck his balls, which hurt but also
tingled.  He couldn't stop himself from taking his free hand
and gently but rapidly slapping his balls as he continued
pulling his wiener.  His penis was becoming quite red, raw,
and sore, and the slapping was making his balls quite
sensitive, but that just made the orgasms come harder.  He
came three more times, remembering to announce each, until
the teacher finally decided, from the look of his red, raw
organ, to stop the machine.  The tingles in Chad died
suddenly, and he was suddenly overwhelmed with the pain of
his sore penis, which hurt from deep inside where he'd
yanked it so hard that it felt like he was removing it to
the very tip, which was so irritated the moving air around
it was uncomfortable.  Boy stuff inside him hurt, and the
pee tube burned, too, as did his balls where he'd
compulsively slapped them.  He thought about forcing pee
through his sore tube and out his raw penis tip and dreaded
his next trip to the bathroom.  He bounced in place, his
legs tightly together, his hands limply at his sides, trying
to make the soreness go away.  The teacher let his
humiliation go on for a bit, then ordered him to spread his
legs and lean forward, while she pulled the egg from his
bottom with a soft "pop."

"Thank you for providing a powerful lesson to the boys in
our class," the 5th grade teacher said, as she rubbed
antiseptic ointment painfully on his droopy but elongated
penis.  The class burst into polite applause, and he was
taken by the arm by Mrs. Hendricks and led from the room.

Chad walked bow-legged beside Mrs. Hendricks and his mother
to the fourth grade, just next door.  Only the first class,
and already he felt miserable.  "My wiener is so sore," Chad
said haltingly.  "They aren't going to do anything else to
my wiener, are they?"

Mrs. Hendricks stopped.  "I probably shouldn't be telling
you this, but I think you'll suffer enough as it is.  No,
none of the remaining classes will be doing anything to your
little penis.  With coordination from the main office, each
class has picked a different body part to punish.  Now hush
up, and let's get into the fourth grade room, so they can
have their way with you."