Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 12
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 12:  Chad Gets Prepared 

In what seemed like no time at all, people began assembling
back in the dining room.  First, Tommy, Jesse, and the twins
came in, talking excitedly among themselves.  "We can
compare our two slippers to each other," Tommy was saying,
apparently to Jesse.  "We'll see if mine with the dots on it
hurts his butt more than your smooth one."  

"Thanks for finding us these paint stirrer things," one of
the twins chimed.  

"They're just our size," added the other.  From their
identical voices, Chad couldn't tell which twin had said
what, but he guessed it didn't really matter.  

At that moment, Karen came in with Beth.  Beth was saying,
"Here's the spatula.  I brought the one with the angled end
because I think it will sting more.  And look at the spoon I
brought to use on him!  I've heard other kids say the
rounded part really burns when it hits your butt."  

Mrs. Morton also appeared.  "I just ran across the street to
get the ping-pong paddle I use on the boys," she said to
Chad's mother, who also was in the room.  

"I've got my hairbrush, so let's get this party started,"
Chad's mother replied.  "Butt roasting time, son!" she said,
addressing Chad.  "Get your little fanny into the living
room right now!"  

Chad turned to see them all moving into the living room
except his mother, who was standing to one side gently
patting her hand with the hairbrush she held in the other,
as if he needed reminding just what the brush was for.  She
eyed Chad's throbbing, up-angled penis with distaste.  "Why
are you like that?" she said with contempt.  Seeing her son
with an erection, even the small erections Chad produced,
always reminded her too much of an earlier time, and of her
former husband approaching her bed with his much larger
weapon looking just like that.  He had been a rough and
uncaring lover, usually leaving her sore and unsatisfied. 
Chad's own member was an almost exact miniature of his
father's – the same shape, the same proportions, the same
angle when erect.  Although Chad's own erection was much
smaller, the sight of it still made her cringe, and cringing
always made her angry.

"I asked you a question," she said.  At the dining room
door, the other kids had paused, looking around to see what
was going on.  "Why is your little pee-pee like that?  Do
you think this is exciting?'" she said, with an edge to her
voice.  "You think it's going to feel good to get your butt
paddled?  Do you like being naked in front of all these
girls and boys, is that why you're like that?   Or were you
playing with yourself in the corner?"   She batted his hard
penis firmly with the end of the hairbrush when he didn't
respond immediately, to emphasize what she meant.  His
member rebounded and slapped against his stomach, the end of
it stinging a bit.  

"Nooooooo," Chad almost sobbed.  "I wasn't playing with it. 
I can't help it – it just gets like that sometimes.  Really! 
I wasn't doing anything!"  

"You'd better not have been," she said with finality.  "Your
little pee-pee is off limits until further notice.  That
means you're not allowed to touch it for any reason unless
one of us orders you to.  If I catch you playing with
yourself during this week while you're being punished, I'll
make you wish you'd never had a penis!"  She paused, then
added more softly, almost as an observation to herself. 
"Well, it will go down soon enough."  She turned back to
Chad and raised her voice again.  "Now get your little fanny
into the living room."  

As Chad entered the next room, he discovered to his horror
that the blinds and curtains were open, as were the living
room windows themselves.  It was just getting dark outside,,
and he could see a number of children playing in yards
across the street.  He froze.  "Can we shut the curtains,"
he asked plaintively.  

"Why?" his mother asked levelly.  

"They'll see me," he said in a little boy whine.  "They'll
see me naked and getting spanked and everything."  

"Bet they'll hear you, too," Beth snickered.  "I know I'm
going to make you cry like a baby."  

"It's too warm in here to close them right now," his mother
said.  "So you'll just have to put up with the possibility
of being seen."  She looked out the window.  "We may have
quite an audience before we're through with you."  She
noticed that Chad now had both hands clutched protectively
over his genitals.  "Didn't I tell you not to play with your
pee-pee, Chad?"  

"I'm not playing with it," Chad whined.  

"Then what are you doing?" his mother asked.  

"I don't want any of the kids outside to see me," Chad said
even more pleadingly.  

"Get your hands on behind your head," his mother ordered. 
"If the neighbor kids see your little pee-pee, that's just
too bad.  Naughty boys don't deserve privacy.  Besides, you
should be used to it by now.  Didn't everyone see you naked
at school?"  She waved her paddle at his covering hands for
emphasis.  Chad had no choice but to release his grip,
exposing his privates once again.  His small penis bobbed
persistently in the living room light.

"That's better," Chad's mother said.  "Now if you touch it
again, I'm going to make you put your hands on your little
bottom so that you push it out and make a nice target, and
then I'm going to whack your little pee-pee as hard as I can
with this paddle.  Do you understand?" she threatened.  Chad
blanched, and nodded to indicate that he understood all too
well.  All the other males in the room unconsciously brought
their legs together in a protective position at her words,
and the twins each shifted their hands to give their own
genitals a reassuring squeeze.  

Now," Chad's mother said.  "I think that as Mrs. Morton is
our guest, she should have the honor of having the first
shot at warming Chad's little bottom.  After all, she's more
experienced at this sort of thing then the rest of us are,
and I'm sure we could all benefit from watching her
technique.   Then I think you, Tommy, should get the next
turn, because you've already spanked your brother and
probably have more of an idea of what to do than the other
boys.  Then I think Karen should take her turn, so Chad can
have the embarrassment of being spanked by a girl who's not
a family member.  After that we'll let Jesse have his turn,
then Beth, then the twins.  I put Beth in the middle of the
younger boys so that there's no chance Chad little butt can
cool down in the middle if their little blows aren't hard as
they should be."  

Chad cringed.  Little blows?  Tommy and Jesse had each
managed to have him in tears earlier using just their hands! 
His mother continued talking.  "Finally, when all of you
have finished warming his bottom, I'll take the last turn. 
That way I can make sure his last round is the most painful
one of all!  Also, I'll be able to adjust his spanking to
add to its length if I think he needs it, and he probably
will."  

There were nods of approval all round at this plan.  Well,
perhaps not all around – Chad did not approve at all.  He
stood there facing them, his fears rising higher and higher
as each part of her plan for his butt-paddling was revealed. 
He still could remember vividly his bare-butt spanking of
that morning and his equally bare paddling of that
afternoon.  This was going to be bigger than those, and more
humiliating!  Even the little kids were going to have a
chance to spank his butt with those nasty little paint
stirrer paddles they were waving in the air like swords!  He
had a strong urge to turn and run, but, there was nowhere to
run to.  His mother was blocking the only door to the room,
and he couldn't go out of the window bare naked, with all
those kids waiting out there, even if there was anywhere for
him to run to.   He stood there, weak-kneed and trembling,
looking very small and vulnerable.  Anyone seeing him and
Tommy at that moment would have assumed he was the younger
brother, not Tommy.

"Mother, shouldn't we make sure his bottom is good and clean
before we start?" Beth interrupted.  "You know how careless
he is."  

"I certainly do," his mother answered.  "Remember, I'm the
one who washes the skid marks out of his dirty underwear."
Great, Chad thought.  Now they're discussing my wiping
abilities. Wasn't anything off limits?

"That's just it, mother.  If there's stuff on his underwear,
it must have been on his butt at some time.  How do we know
he isn't dirty right now?  It's bad enough we have to look
at his disgusting butt while we're paddling him!"  

"You make an excellent point, dear," her mother said.  "None
of us want to get near any of his dirt, or even look at it.
We'd better check him before we start."  

"If I might make a suggestion," Mrs. Morton chimed in. 
"Before we spank the boys bare, especially with our hands,
we make them get in a special position to be checked for
cleanliness.  We call it the inspection position.  Rod! 
Come here and demonstrate the inspection position.  You can
use this hassock."  

Rod came over and looked up inquiringly at his mother.  "Do
I have to take off my pants and underpants?" he asked
cautiously.  He looked distressed by that prospect, but Chad
noticed his hands hovered near the waistband of his pants so
that he could instantly comply.

"Oh, of course not, dear.  You're not actually being
punished.  Just show them the position you'd get in if you
were undressed and presenting yourself for inspection before
a spanking."  Rod climbed atop the hassock and lay down on
his back.  He lifted both legs and held them with his arms
as close to the hassock as he could, with his legs splayed
apart.  His bottom was now the highest part of his body.
Even with his pants on, the other occupants of the room
could see that his butt elevated to a perfect viewing
position and spread wide, so that every inch of his rear and
his genitals would be wide open for inspection.  He held
himself in that position obediently.

Chad's mother nodded approvingly.  "That looks perfect. 
Chad, from now on, when one of us tells you to get in the
inspection position, you do exactly what this little boy is
doing."  Rod's mother told him to get down, and Rod
gratefully released his legs and clambered to the floor.  

"Okay, Chad.  Get into the inspection position," his mother
swiftly ordered.  Sighing, Chad walked to the hassock.  A
glance outside reassured him that the neighborhood kids were
still playing and hadn't noticed what was going on in the
living room yet.  He lay down on his back as Rod had done,
and reluctantly lifted and spread his legs, holding them
close to the hassock with his arms, as Rod had done.  He
noted with surprise that he was in almost the same position
that he had been when strapped to the diaper cart.  As had
been the case then, his butt was the highest part of his
body, and he could see his miniscule genitals and even the
ridge of skin leading from scrotum to poo hole.  His scrotum
looked smaller when he spread his legs, he realized, humping
up like a wrinkled plum.  

Chad's mother leaned over and inspected his genitals
carefully, then transferred her attention to his anus.  She
then motioned Beth over.  "Take a look, Beth, and see what
you think.  After all, I won't always be here to do his
inspections."  Beth studied Chad's entire private area
meticulously from about 6 inches away.  

"I don't see anything, but he smells kind of off," she
remarked.  "You know, like a combination of sweaty boy mixed
with a faint smell of pee and poop."  She straightened up
again from where she'd been leaning over his butt,
inspecting him.  

"You come over, too, Tommy," their mother suggested.  "You
need to know how to do this, too."  Tommy hurried over in
position behind Chad.  He examined his brother's small
member from a few inches away.  

"I can't really see the other side of it," Tommy said,
indicating his brother's organ.  

"Just take hold of it and move it so that you can see all of
it," his mother said.  Grinning at his brother, Tommy firmly
grasped the small organ by its head and pushed it all the
way down until the underside was pressing against Chad's
wrinkled sack.  In his current position, with a hard on as
well, this was mildly painful to Chad.  He shifted
uncomfortably as Tommy made a show of inspecting the top
side of his throbbing wiener.  Tommy finally released the
organ, causing it to snap up and slap sharply against Chad's
groin.  He then transferred his attention to Chad's widely
spread anus, inspecting every little wrinkle.  

"I don't see any poop," Tommy admitted.  "But he smells a
little like poop.  And he smells like boy, too."

"Well, I for one don't want my good hairbrush smelling like
poo or like boy," Chad's mother announced.  "We'd better
give your naughty brother a good scrubbing before we risk
our valuable spanking implements on his dirty little bottom. 
Stand up, Chad," she ordered.  "Come on Beth and Tommy.  I'd
better teach you the proper way to wash your disgusting
brother, because I may be too busy in the next week to do it
myself, and I'm not trusting him to wash himself until he's
proven to us that he's a bigger boy than he's been acting. 
Karen, you'd better come with us too, because you may have
to baby sit for my bratty son if Beth and I have to go out
this week."  She started up the stairs towards the bathroom. 


"Can I come, to?"  Jesse asked.  "I may have to help Tommy
if I'm here visiting."  

"Sure, come along," Chad's mother said.  "Do your boys want
to come to?" she asked Mrs. Morton.  The twins looked at
each other and shrugged.  

"I'd rather watch TV than see some silly old boy get a
bath," said Todd.  

"Yeah," said Ron.  "I mean, we've already seen him naked all
over anyway."  

"Okay then," said Chad's mother gaily.  "Chad, keep your
hands behind your head.  Beth, will you grab your brother by
the handle and bring him along?"  Smirking, Beth circled
Chad's penis with an iron grip and tugged him along up the
stairs and around the corner to the bathroom.  She moved
rapidly, and she pulled upward on his organ the entire way,
so that he was forced to run along almost on tiptoes.  The
base of his wiener burned, but the stimulation did nothing
to reduce his hard on.

As the four children and Chad's mother gathered around him
in the bathroom, Jesse spoke up.  "I almost forgot, Mrs.
Henson," he said.  "Chad said a bad word when he was in
Tommy's room this afternoon."  

Why can't the little snitch just keep his mouth shut? Chad
thought with a sinking feeling.  "What word did he say,
dear?"  Chad's mother asked.  Seeing Jesse's hesitation, she
urged, "You can go ahead and say it, because I asked you to. 
It's not bad if I ask you to say it."  

"He said, 'fuck,'" Jesse said.  "He said it four times." 

"Chad, is that true?"  His mother asked.  Chad swallowed and
tried to explain.  "It was an accident!"  he said. "I only
said it because they hit me in -- in -- in my boy parts. 
And it really hurt, and I said it before I could stop!"  he
said pleadingly. "I don't ever say it, really!  It was an
accident!"

"What do you think should happen to little boys who use
naughty words?"  His mother asked.  

When Chad said nothing, Jesse chimed in.  "When I say a bad
word, my Mom washes my mouth out with soap.  Then I have to
keep the soap bar in my mouth for one minute for every bad
word I said."

"But it's not fair," Chad blurted.  "Tommy says bad words
all the time when we're in our room, and at school!  I just
did it once today!"

"Chad Henson," his mother exploded.  "Stop telling all those
nasty lies about your brother!  We all know Tommy is far too
young and innocent to use bad language!  Now apologize to
him at once for this pathetic attempt to try to get him into
trouble and divert attention from yourself, before you get
yourself in worse trouble!"

Chad realized, too late, that his mother would never believe
her "Sweet Tommy," as she called him, could ever even think
of using bad language.  "Sorry," he mumbled, looking at the
floor.  Why couldn't he just learn to keep his big mouth
shut?

"That's better," his mother said.  "I think Jesse's mother
has the right idea about how to deal with nasty language,
Chad.  You're going to get your mouth washed out with soap! 
And since you used bad language 4 times, I'm going to make
you stand with the bar in your mouth for 4 minutes."

She turned to Tommy.  "Honey, will you get into that
cupboard and get out that bar of soap in the green wrapper
we've never used?"

"This one?" Tommy said, popping up with a new, still wrapped
bar of soap in his hand.  The label on it said, "Irish
Spring."   

"Yes, that's the one," his mother said, smiling at him. 
"I've always thought that it would be too harsh to use on
you kids' delicate skin, but it's probably perfect for a bad
case of potty mouth. She took the bar and rapidly peeled off
the wrapper, then turned to look at Chad, still being held
in place by Beth's grip on his genitals.  "Move him over by
the sink and hold him," she said, as if Chad was no more
than a soiled object.

Beth steered Chad over in front of the sink.  Stepping
behind him, she used her grip on his genitals and an arm
thrown across his chest to effectively immobilize him.  

Chad's mother moved over to one side of the sink, and Jesse
and Tommy joined her on the other side.  She handed the bar
of soap back to Tommy.  "Since your brother is telling lies
about you, I'm going to let you on the honors.  Turn on the
hot water and rub the soap a little, to soften it and get a
nice lather on the outside," she instructed.

Tommy grinned.  He couldn't imagine having his own mouth
washed out with soap, but he could guess how it would feel
and taste.  He watched Chad's eyes get bigger as he worked a
good lather up on the bar.  When it looked like the bar was
soft enough, His mother shut the water off. "Open your
mouth, Chad, and stick out your tongue all the way."  Chad
forced himself to open his mouth and allowed his tongue to
extend out from it.  "More," his mother ordered.  "Open it
all the way, and stick your tongue all the way out."  Chad
complied, looking fearfully at the bar of soap dripping in
Tommy's hand.  "That's it," his mother said.  "Now keep your
mouth open like that until I tell you otherwise, and don't
move your hands from behind your head!  Tommy, take the bar
of soap and rub it on his tongue until it's entirely covered
with soap."

Tommy reached up and brought the soap in contact with his
brother's tongue, rubbing it up, down, and sideways until
the boy's entire tongue was coated with slimy light green
soap.  Chad's tongue moved convulsively as the taste of the
soap penetrated it.  Tommy loved the faces his brother made
as the soap coated his tongue.  Chad tried to pull away, but
his sister held him in place, merely tightening her vice-
like grip on his penis head until it started to hurt.  

"That's good enough, Tommy," his mother said.  "Chad, pull
your tongue in but keep your mouth open."  Chad did so,
swallowing painfully as some of the soap trickled down his
throat.  Tears started forming in the corners of his eyes. 
"Now put the bar all the way in his mouth," his mother
instructed Tommy.  Tommy pushed the green bar into his
brother's open mouth until it rested against the back of his
palate, with about a third of it protruding from between his
teeth.  "Close," Chad's mother ordered, patting his lower
jaw as she said it.  Chad closed his mouth.   Immediately
the taste of the soap penetrated every part of it, and began
oozing down his throat and out through his clenched teeth
and lips as well.  He began drooling and working his jaw
muscles, his eyes getting bigger and bigger as he swallowed
convulsively despite his attempts to avoid doing so.   

Beth kept her left arm tightly around him, holding him over
the sink so that the soapy drool dripping off his chin fell
into it and not on the ground.   Her tight grip on his
penis, coupled with some judicious surreptitious stroking on
her part, kept it rock hard.  The minutes ticked by slowly
as Chad cried softly, trying to deal with the burning in his
mouth and throat, the awful taste, and the pleasure/pain
signals his sister was by squeezing his privates.  Finally,
after what seemed like an eternity to him, his mother
pronounced the time was up and removed the soap from Chad's
mouth.  She allowed him to spit, and he tried to force all
of the slimy soap and saliva mixture out of his mouth.  The
taste remained, though.  Karen thoughtfully took a towel and
wiped the foamy drool and tears from Chad's face.  Beth
continued manipulating his member softly, stopping each time
she felt his hips tighten, and then resuming again after
giving him time for his level of excitement to drop.  For
Chad, being brought to the brink and then denied over and
over was extremely frustrating.  

Meanwhile, Chad's mother and Karen began running a bathtub
full of steaming water.  When they decided the level of the
tub was high enough to reach his stomach, Chad was ordered
in. As Beth released him, his mother noted his straining
erection.  She squeezed the swollen tip.  "Still like that,
I see," she said, musing.  "So much like your father!  I
guess we'll have to do something about that before your
paddling.  Now sit down in the tub with your arms at your
sides."  Chad complied.  The water was very hot, and burned
uncomfortably on his still sore butt.  "Beth, you can start
by washing his hair and face."  Beth took a small toy bucket
and dipped in the water, pouring water over Chad's head. 
She then poured some shampoo in one hand, and vigorously
rubbed it into his hair.  She snagged his hair in her
fingernails several times, yanking strands now and then and
making no attempt to be gentle.  Next, she ordered Chad to
tilt his head back, and she took the bucket and rinsed his
hair again.  

Beth next took a washcloth and lathered it up.  She roughly
scrubbed her brother's face, causing him to whimper and
bringing renewed tears to his eyes.  "Stop being such a
baby, Chad," his mother ordered.  "She has to get you clean. 
Now wash his upper body," she told Beth.  "The rest of you
kids watch this and you'll know what to do." 

Beth proceeded to wash Chad's upper body, scrubbing roughly,
especially on his sensitive nipples.  When he protested, she
merely commented that he had to make sure he was good and
clean, so she had to be rough.  "After all, you're going to
be going over my lap naked for your spanking," she said,
"and I want to make sure my clothes won't get dirty from
you."  Turning to her mother, she asked eagerly, "Do I wash
his boy parts next, mother?"  

"No," Chad's mother replied.  "You save those for last. 
Stand up Chad," she ordered.  

Chad reluctantly stood up, his little two-inch penis still
rock hard and pointing outward.  His mother turned him to
face Beth and the other children.  "Next, you wash down his
legs and his feet."  She showed Beth how to scrub Chad from
the crease in his butt downward, and then had Chad hold the
towel bar while he lifted first one foot, then the other to
the side of the bath to be washed.  "Now you wash his dirty
little butt," Her mother said, handing Beth a bar of soap. 
"Turn around, Chad," his mother said commandingly.  "Face
away from us."  Chad complied, his small butt now turned
toward the watching children.  "Bend down and grab your
ankles," she ordered next.  

Chad had no choice but to do what he was told.  Once again
he was standing naked with his butt bent and spread and his
anus and the back of his balls on display for everyone to
see.  "Now you take the soap and cover the entire surface of
his butt until it's soapy all over," Chad's mother
instructed.  "But don't go into the crack yet."  Beth
complied.  When she had finished, her mother instructed her
to rinse Chad's butt with the bucket.  "Now you should
always wash his bottom 3 times," his mother said, "because
this is the part you have to touch with your hands when you
spank him.   Karen, why don't you come over and do his
second wash?"  Karen's touch was gentle and almost loving as
she took the soap and circled the boy's butt several times
with it, trailing her fingers over the surface lightly and
making the tip of his wiener tingle with the excitement of
her touch.  

Then it was Tommy's turn to rub the soap on his brother's
bare butt.  His touch wasn't gentle at all, and he made a
point to trail his fingernails Chad's sorer looking spots. 
He reluctantly handed the soap back to his mother.

"Now this part takes special attention," Chad's mother said. 
She pointed the soap at Chad's anus, pressing it gently with
a corner of the bar.  "You all know this is where a boy's
poo comes out."  Jesse giggled.  "So we have to make sure
it's extra clean, because if Chad's been as careless as 
usually is when wiping himself, that's where the poo will
be.  Take the soap like this," she went on, retrieving a
piece of soap.  "First, scrub it over the wrinkled part
until there's soap in every wrinkle." She demonstrated. 
"Then, you do this."  She took her index finger and rolled
it on the soft cake of soap, until it was completely coated
in white.  "You need to get a good grip on his handle with
your left hand.  Hold still, Chad" she ordered.  With her
left hand, she grasped his small, hard penis and circled it
snugly.  She then took the tip of her right index finger and
placed it right in the center of the hole.  With one motion,
she slid her soapy finger smoothly into the boy, until it
was completely buried in him.   Chad yelped in surprise at
the sudden intrusion up his butt, and tried to straighten
up.  His mother yanked his penis.  "Hold still, and stay
bent over," she said commandingly.  Chad forced his muscles
to relax, settling back down again.  His mother went on with
her lesson.  "Turn your finger so that you coat his insides
well with soap, so you can get all of the dirt out."  She
vigorously rotated the finger, scrubbing the soap all over
the inside of his rectum.  

Chad's rectum began to burn.  He started to whimper.  "It
hurts," he protested.  

"Good," his mother said.  Turning to the other children, she
commented, "If it burns it means I'm getting the soap in
nice and deep."  She removed her finger and rinsed it off in
the bath water, and then allowed all of the children, even
Jesse, to try their hands at cleaning his rectum.  Chad had
to stand there, bent over, while each of them took his
wiener firmly in their hand, held it painfully tight, and
then stuck their small fingers up his burning poo hole and
added more soap to it.  His rectum now burned more than his
mouth.  When Jesse finished, a raging erection straining the
front of the small boy's loose shorts, Chad was allowed to
straighten up and ordered to face toward faucets, so his
bottom was on his mother's right and his genitals on her
left.  

"Now this last part is different, depending upon why you're
bathing him," Chad's mother said to Beth and Tommy.  "If
you're doing a routine bath, then you have him face you and
you wash his boy parts thoroughly and rinse them.  Be sure
when you do that you soap down the creases where the bag
joins his body, and soap well behind the head and at the
base.  Oh, and lift it up and soap the underside.  But if
you're washing Chad because you're about to spank or paddle
him, you want to make sure that there's no possibility he
could accidentally be stimulated during the spanking and
enjoy it too much.  You see," she said mainly to Beth and
Karen, nodding to the boys as she did.  "A boy's little
penis sticks out in front where it gets in the way, and is
too close to the base of his butt as well, so when you spank
or paddle a boy you might get him excited because his boy
parts are rubbing your lap or because the tingle in his
bottom excites him.  That's why they get hard like this,
because they're excited.  But you don't want them excited
while they're being spanked or paddled, because you want it
to hurt, not to be fun.  So with a naughty boy like your
brother, you've got to make sure they can't get excited
while being spanked or paddled, and the best way to do that
is to stimulate him until you make him orgasm just before
you spank him."

"Orplasm?"  Jesse said.

"Orgasm," Beth answered.  "It's what happens to boys when
they rub their wieners."

"Oh, the tingly feeling!" Jesse said.  "Like when you cum!"

"Please don't use that nasty word, Jesse," Mrs. Henson said
primly.  "Yes, that's what I mean, but I'd rather not hear
such crude language.  Chad, if you ever use a nasty word
like that I'm washing your mouth out with soap again."

Chad refrained from pointing out that "Sweet Tommy" had used
that word about a hundred times that afternoon.  It wouldn't
make any difference if he did – his mother would just accuse
him of lying and have Tommy wash his mouth out with soap
again.

"Anyway, as I was saying," said Chad's mother, "You
stimulate him until he orgasms, and then he can't get
excited while he's being spanked or paddled, and all he'll
be able to feel then is how much it hurts.  There are a
couple of options when it comes to stimulating him.  You can
rub him yourself, like this." Chad's mother demonstrated,
lathering up her right hand.  She placed her left hand on
his buttocks to steady him, and then expertly stroked  her
son's penis two or three times, causing him to involuntarily
flex his buttocks and thrust himself forward immediately,
letting out a little gasp as he did. She stopped her hand,
to Chad's immediate disappointment.  "Or you can order him
to rub himself if you don't want to do it.  "Chad, show us
by rubbing yourself."  

"Do I have to?" Chad said plaintively.  "The girls are
watching!"  His mother lifted her hand and gave him a sharp
slap on the butt, eliciting a quick "owwwwww!" from Chad. 
His hand shot to his wiener and gripped it in his long
practiced fashion, giving himself several rapid strokes
before his mother reached out and stopped him again. 
"That's enough – they get the idea."  She turned to the
other kids.  "You girls probably would prefer to manipulate
him yourself, whereas I'm guessing you boys would rather
make him do it."  

She stepped aside and Beth to take her position at the side
of the tub.  She smiled slyly at Chad as she soaped her
right hand and steadied him by the buttocks with her left. 
She gripped his tool firmly and began stroking.  Within
moments, Chad was grunting and thrusting with his hips. 
Once again his mother stopped her.  Chad almost moaned aloud
in his frustration as his impending orgasm subsided again. 
Did they have to just keep teasing him and then stopping? 
"You try it," Chad's mother said to Karen.  

Karen eagerly got on her knees beside the tub and lathered
her hand.   Rather than just holding his butt, Karen stroked
it softly, drawing her middle finger down his cleft
repeatedly as she did so.  Chad found her soft, loving touch
on his penis to be much, much preferable to his mother's and
sister's techniques.  The stroking of his penis that his
mother and sister had done had been more of a yanking, and
he had experienced a mixture of twinges of pain and flashes
of pleasure.  With Karen, it was all pleasure.  He
immediately began squeezing his buns, thrusting, and
grunting to her strokes.  The burn in his rectum from the
soap merely made his urgency greater.  Within 30 seconds, he
was thrusting wildly and gasping as the tip of his small
penis pulsed several times, and he came all the way up onto
his tip toes with his final thrust before resuming normal
breathing and allowing his muscles to relax.  He noticed
that the tube running up the underside of his wiener were
starting to get sore from all the cumming he'd done that
day.  Meanwhile, Jesse, and Tommy all burst into brief
applause.  "Nice job, Karen," Chad's mother said. "You're a
natural at milking little boys, I see."

"Why didn't he squirt anything, mother?" Beth asked,
sounding disappointed.  "Is there something wrong with him?" 


"No, dear," Chad's mother replied.  "Chad is just too
immature to ejaculate yet.  He probably won't be able to for
several years, judging by the size of his genitals and his
complete lack of hair.  That's probably for the best, anyway
– boys are so messy when they start doing that.  But you
could see from his reaction that Karen has calmed him down
for now, so we can be sure that he won't get over stimulated
while we're disciplining him."  

Chad was rinsed off and ordered out of the bathtub, with
Jesse and Tommy put to work drying him.  The two boys dried
his upper body and legs and feet quickly. Only then did
Tommy return to his middle to dry his now over-sensitive
genitals. He made no effort to be gentle, scrubbing the
towel vigorously up and down the protruding organs, dragging
Chad's penis and scrotum first this way and then that, and
putting uncomfortable pressure on his minuscule balls.  Then
it was Jesse's turn to dry Chad's butt crack and anus.  He
made Chad bend over and touch his toes while he grabbed each
end of the towel and sawed it back and forth over the
sensitive, normally protected skin, causing more minor
discomfort for Chad.   Without any more delay, the towels
were hung up, Beth took Chad by his "boy handle," and they
were again traipsing down the hall, Chad walking on tiptoes
with his hands behind his head and Beth tweaking him the
whole way.  They thumped down the stairs and emerged into
the living room where the twins were watching cartoons.