Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 13
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 13:  Chad's Evening Paddling

"We're back," Chad's mother announced gaily.  "The naughty
little boy is now squeaky clean and ready for a nice, long
paddling."  Beth led Chad over by the window, where a sturdy
wooden chair had been placed at an angle across from the
couch.  She released his now shrunken, sensitive penis and
stood him by the chair, commanding him to "wait here." 
Looking at the layout of the room, Chad realized that each
time he went over someone's lap in the spanking position,
his right side would be facing the couch and chairs in the
room.  At the same time, although the chair and his spanker
would block people looking in the window from seeing his
head and midriff, his bottom half would be aimed straight
squarely at anyone who cared to look in the window, and thus
the fact that he was being spanked would be clear to all. 
Glancing to the side, he could see several kids playing
across the street clearly in the gathering dusk outside. 
They were currently intent on a game of kickball and hadn't
looked this direction, but he knew that sooner or later
someone would look into their brightly lighted living room,
and they couldn't help but notice then that he was getting
paddled on his bare butt.  Besides, he knew he was going to
cry, probably loudly – his mother and sister had both said
they would make sure he cried, and Tommy and Jesse probably
would try to see how hard they could make him cry, too. 
With the windows open, once he started crying, the local
kids outside were bound to notice.   He wondered if it was
possible to die of embarrassment.

On their mother's command, the twins shut off the TV and sat
by Chad's mother on the couch, while Beth and Karen sat next
in the two arm chairs to the left of the couch, giving them
the best view of the spanking chair.  Tommy and Jesse sat on
the floor in front of the trio on the couch.  Mrs. Morton
walked to the coffee table and retrieved her ping-pong
paddle, smacking it sharply against the palm of her other
hand as she walked to the chair, seating her ample posterior
on it.  "Come here, young man," she said to Chad firmly,
motioning over her lap with the paddle.  "My paddle and I
need to teach you a lesson about behaving yourself at
school."  Chad walked slowly over until he was standing by
Mrs. Morton's side.  His heart was pounding so hard he
thought it might jump out of his chest, and his knees were
quaking.  "Hurry up, young man, I'm getting impatient," Mrs.
Morton prompted.  "And when I get impatient, it's pretty
likely some naughty boy is going to get more spanks.  Bend
your naughty little butt over my knees and let's get started
paddling some sense into you!"  Chad hunkered down and
settled on the woman's soft lap.  She immediately rested the
paddle on his bare back while she used both hands to bend
his bottom at more of an angle, and to separate his legs
slightly so that they were about as far apart as his hips. 
Chad realized that his bottom was being positioned so that
his butt crack was open and his poo-hole and balls would be
visible to people outside the window.  Why was it that
everyone who spanked him knew how humiliating that position
was for a boy?  He'd rather stand with his bare wiener and
balls hanging out all day than have to bend over and show
his bottom hole!  She then pushed forward on his body,
snugging his crotch up tightly against her legs.  She noted
with satisfaction that the boy's hard-on was gone and his
tiny penis was softly mashed against her leg.  She would
make sure that he wouldn't be getting hard across her knees! 
She picked up the paddle and lifted it over Chad's soft,
vulnerable butt.   

As Chad stared at the floor and waited, trembling, for the
first sharp burst of pain that was sure to come as the
paddle descended upon his unprotected skin, he faintly heard
a voice across the street suddenly shout, "Hey, guys, look
across the street!  I think someone's getting spanked!"  

"Where?" another voice shouted back.  "The Henson house.  I
can't see who it is, but I can see someone's bare butt, and
they're over Mrs. Morton's lap."  

"It's a boy," another excited, apparently female voice said. 
"You can see his balls!"  

"Are you sure?" the original voice replied, obviously now
closer but speaking more softly and confidentially.  "I
can't see a dick.  Are you sure it's not a girl?"  Chad was
taken aback by the vulgarity of their conversation.  He'd
never have said "dick" in a million years, yet it spilled
right out of these little kids' mouths like it was an
everyday word.

"That's no girl, you dummy!  Look between his legs – there's
no girl stuff there!  It's got to be either Chad or Tommy." 
This voice was clearly male.  Chad's mind continued to jump
off on tangents rather than dwell on what the watching kids
were saying.  It suddenly occurred to him that he'd never
seen a girl's "stuff" in his life.  He'd seen a few naked
pictures some kids had brought to school, but you couldn't
see all that much in them, and he'd never seen the genitals
of a real, live girl, even a little one!  He wondered why
little boys like the one talking had seen forbidden things
like that, while somehow a big kid like him never got to see
anything.

The voices were close by now but pitched almost in whispers,
the speakers apparently unaware that they could be heard
clearly through the open window.  It sounded to Chad's
blushing red ears that two girls and a boy were now
whispering loudly right outside the window.  It was probably
the Bascom kids from down the street.  They were about the
right ages.  Also the Bascoms had a reputation for having
dirty mouths, and these kids certainly did!  "His balls are
real little, so maybe it's Tommy," the male voice said. 
"He's the youngest one, isn't he?"  

"Can't be," the first voice insisted.  It's got to be Chad. 
Tommy's sitting on the floor with that other kid." 

"No way," the male voice said.  "Chad's in 7th grade.  He'd
have balls way bigger than that.  He'd even have hair on his
butt hole!"   Hair?  On his butt hole?  Did older boys
really have that?  Chad asked himself.  This was the first
he'd heard about older boys having hair around their poo
holes.  It didn't sound like something he'd want.  

"Well, this kid's gotta be Chad.  Who else could he be?" one
of the girls insisted.  "I guess he's just got little
balls."  Chad blushed crimson all the way to his waist,
primarily because the statement was all too true.

"Shhh," one of the girls shushed.  "If we're really quiet,
they won't know we're watching."  Chad noticed, to his
dismay, that in his current position, he couldn't see out
the window at all.  But he could picture the three eager
faces looking in, waiting for the paddle hovering over his
bottom to descend for the first time.  He could also
picture, to his dismay, the bird's eye view anyone looking
through the window would get of his butt while it was being
paddled.  Great – more people seeing his naked body.  Just
what he needed!

His worries about the neighborhood children suddenly
dissolved entirely as the paddle snapped out of his view and
a circle of fire exploded right in the center of his butt,
right on the sit-spot.  As he tensed his butt and gasped at
the first squirt of pain in his bottom, preparing to squeal
out his discomfort, the second stroke hit him and sent his
voice up an entire octave.  "Owwwwwww-OWWWWWWW!" Chad
wailed, his legs shooting out and his hands grasping at the
empty air.  He was aware of nothing but the burn of the
paddle.  Chad immediately realized he had just encountered
the most expert boy spanker he'd experienced during that
long day.  Mrs. Morton made his brother and even his teacher
look like amateurs.  She had a way of snapping her wrist
that made the ping-pong paddle's front edge cut painfully
into Chad's butt with each stroke.  She also had no pattern
to her blows.  Instead, she struck him in unpredictable
places, so first one spot, then another on his butt would
blaze with pain.  Chad's howling became continuous, and
tears rolled out of his eyes and down his cheeks to puddle
on the floor.  The twins watched Chad's performance with
interest, having been on the receiving end of their mother's
paddle many times and having a good idea what Chad was going
through.  The kids outside looked on with amazement at the
intensity of Chad's spanking and at the loudness of his
bawling.  

Even though he knew it was forbidden, after the fifth awful
explosion in his bottom, Chad couldn't restrain himself any
longer.  He reached back with both hands and cupped his
throbbing butt cheeks, trying to protect them from that
awful paddle.  Mrs. Morton merely paused a moment, caught
both of his small hands in her own big left hand, and
plucked them off his bottom.  She commented, loudly enough
so he could hear over his bawling, "I'm adding 5 strokes for
trying to cover up and for having to hold your hands like a
baby."  Then without additional pause, Chad's butt exploded
in pain again, and his howling intensified.  It seemed like
forever before Mrs. Morton finally administered the15th
stinging smack, this one at the very base of his butt, right
over his anus.  She paused a minute, setting the paddle on
the ground.  Then she let go of his hands and looped her
left arm under his chest.  She then inserted her right hand
between his still flailing legs and cupped it over his
genitals, lifting him off her lap as she rose.  

Held horizontally in midair by his chest and genitals, Chad
had no time to look out the window to see if other children
had joined the trio watching him, and with eyes full of
tears probably couldn't have seen them, anyway.  He didn't
even look to see if his brother Tommy was taking his place
in the chair to resume Chad's paddling.  He didn't notice
the firm hand cupping his privates, currently shrunken as a
result of his recent orgasm coupled with the intense,
burning pain in his butt.   His attention was totally taken
up by the burning twin orbs of flesh on his backside right
above his legs.  Only 15 spanks, and already he couldn't
catch his breath, couldn't stop bawling, couldn't do
anything but hang there and howl!  And he'd already gotten 5
extra spanks!  So he'd be getting at least 85 now!  Why, or
why couldn't he keep his hands off his butt!

Mrs. Morton held him patiently as Tommy settled himself on
the chair, holding his slipper like it was a treasure.  She
then deposited Chad on Tommy's lap, and leaned down so her
face was level with Chad's.  "Now try to keep you naughty
hands away from your backside this time, young man," she
threatened.  'If I have to hold them so your brother can
paddle you, I'll have him add another 5 whacks!"

Chad could feel his penis trapped against Tommy's bony leg
as he was placed into position by Mrs. Morton.  He tried to
shift to a more comfortable position, but before he could an
oval of pain lit up on his left buttock.  Tommy had started
paddling him with the slipper!  The sensation was entirely
different than Mrs. Morton's paddle had been.  Tommy didn't
spank nearly as hard, but those little stars on the bottom
of his slipper really stung!  Chad's crying, which had
diminished slightly, intensified again.  Tommy, meanwhile,
had decided to see what would happen if he concentrated all
of his spanks first on one of Chad's bare buns, and then on
the other.  Consequently, he was paddling only Chad's left
butt cheek at the moment, leaving the right one alone
entirely.  By the 4th blow in the same spot, Chad was
kicking with just his left foot and fighting desperately to
keep from reaching back to protect his tortured skin.  He
managed to survive the 5th blow on that side, but soon found
the mounting pain in his right cheek to be almost impossible
to stand as well.  He managed to keep from reaching back
only by drumming his toes on the floor as his brother landed
5 hard smacks with the slipper on his unprotected and sore
right cheek.  Then Chad felt himself being lifted by Mrs.
Morton again in the same way as before, with one hand
cupping his genitals and the other looped under his chest. 
Tommy got up, disappointed both that he hadn't made Chad
reach back and that his turn was over, and Karen primly rose
and took her place in the chair.

Outside the window, a conversation was going on, the voices
raised high enough to be heard over Chad's bawling.  "Wow,
they're all spanking him!  He must really have been bad!"

"Told you it was Chad," the other voice said.  "Look at his
face – it's all red and puffy!  I never saw a big kid bawl
so loud!"

"You would, too, if everyone was paddling you on your bare
butt," the first voice retorted.  

To Karen's credit, she didn't try to be cruel to Chad as his
brother had done.  She distributed her spanks widely over
his butt, so that he continued crying but at least the pain
was distributed this time.  The problem was that his butt
was already incredibly sore from the actions of the first
two spankers.  Also, the wooden spatula's slanted tip felt
like it was cutting into Chad's butt with every stroke,
leaving little lines of pain scattered over its surface. 
And she also did as she had promised and spanked him hard,
so his butt was even more sore by the time she stopped and
Mrs. Morton lifted him so that Jesse could take his turn.  

Jesse wasn't that strong, and his technique wasn't fancy. 
He merely took his slipper and began waling away at Chad's
bottom, spanking him as fast as he could.  He peppered the
upper section of Chad's butt with spanks in quick
succession, so that his allotted 10 strokes had been
administered in less than 20 seconds.  The rapidity of the
strokes meant that Chad's butt didn't have time to adjust to
one stroke before the next came.  Still, Jesse's slipper
didn't hurt as much as Tommy's, and Jesse's turn had been
almost a reprieve for Chad.

But now Beth stepped up, an evil grin on her face, a wicked-
looking wooden spoon in one hand.  Instead of sitting in the
chair, she turned to Chad's mother, and, loud enough to be
heard over his somewhat diminished squalling, asked,
"Mother, I think Chad needs a bit of a change to warm him up
even more.  May I spank him in the inspection position
rather than bent over? I think he needs a little work on the
insides of his bottom." 

"That sounds very creative, dear," Chad's mother replied. 
"But you must be careful not to strike his boy parts with
that wooden spoon.  I may want grandchildren some day.  And
try not to hit his little poo-hole more than two or three
times.  We only want his punishment to be extremely painful,
we don't want to permanently damage him."

Chad was deposited on his back on the hassock and
immediately grasped by his legs, Mrs. Morton forcing them up
past his chest so he was in the inspection position.  She
quickly wheeled the boy and hassock over to the center of
the room, aiming it so that Chad's bottom was clearly
visible outside the window, while his family was looking on
in profile.  Two children had joined the kids outside the
window, so it was three girls and two boys who were
presented with a bird's eye view of Chad's entire private
region, including his now threatened butt hole.  The girls
marveled at his small genitals, including his now button-
sized little penis, which they could see clearly for the
first time, while the boys looked on with self-
congratulations over their equal or superior size compared
to this big boy.  

Chad himself quailed in terror  – his sister was going to
paddle his butt crack and his poo hole!  He thrashed, trying
to get away, but Mrs. Morton held him virtually immobile
while Beth got into position, smirking.  She placed spoon
against his still virgin butt hole and lined up her stoke,
then lifted the paddle and brought it down sharply, making a
wet smacking sound, but causing convulsions and screams from
Chad.  His butt hole was on fire!  He'd never be able to
poop again!  Beth then moved away from this favored target,
landing her next blow further toward his vulnerable little
sack, aiming for the line of skin between his legs.  She
then delivered swats all up and down his tender inner
crevice, taking her time, deliberately allowing more than 5
seconds to go by before delivering her next one.  Chad
forgot all about the pain in the rest of his butt – it felt
like Beth was pouring molten lead onto his butt crack,
dropping a dollop here and a dollop there and leaving the
skin sizzling behind her as she went.  She didn't go back to
his now aching butt hole until she had finished her 8th
stinging blow to the crevice between the boy's mounds, then
with great relish, Beth delivered two quick blows in
succession to his vulnerable, convulsing hole.  Chad let out
an ear piercing wail and thrashed mightily as Mrs. Morton
restrained him.  The other children leaned forward and
studied the effect of her blows.  The boy's orifice was now
an angry, bright red, and spots of red were scattered up and
down his butt crack, with the skin between his legs looking
especially hot and painful.  Mrs. Morton released Chad
momentarily, and he immediately curled into a fetal
position, his hands reaching under his genitals to press
directly on his tortured boy-hole, trying to massage away
some of the pain.

Chad's mother gave him only about 30 seconds to try to
comfort himself.  Then she got up from the soft and motioned
for Mrs. Morton to take her place there.  She walked over to
where her son sat rocking and nursing his puffy, swollen
anus, then in imitation of Mrs. Morton, she lifted him up by
looping one arm under his chest and placing the other
between his legs to cup his genitals.  She had to force his
hands away in order to insert hers between his legs, but she
was much stronger than him and managed reasonable well.  She
held the wiggling, howling, miserable Chad in the air.  

At that point, there was some confusion over who was to go
next.  Todd and Rod both wanted to be first, each waving
their paint stirrers excitedly in the air.  Their mother
finally decided the issue by bringing another chair from the
kitchen and setting it down so the boys were face to face
with each other with their legs intertwined, making one
large lap.  Then Chad was deposited, still bawling and
kicking, across their legs.  "This will be your side, Rod,"
Mrs. Morton said, pointing to Chad's left buttock, which was
now glowing red and almost hot to the touch.  "And this will
be yours, Todd," she said, pointing to Chad's equally red
and hot right buttock.  "You should alternate spanks.  That
means Rod hits his right bun, then Todd hits the same place
on his left.  Start here at the top and work your way down
to the bottom.  Ready, set, go!"  The two boys immediately
went to work with a will, making up for their small sizes
and strength by swinging with enthusiasm.  Chad was soon
yelping once again.  The little paddles made it feel like a
swarm of bees were stinging his bottom.  The swarm gradually
moved lower and lower, until the very bottom of his buttocks
were stinging sharply.  Chad tightened his butt
involuntarily, squeezing his buns together to try to lessen
the pain, but it was no use – the boy's blows hurt just as
bad either way.  

By their 10th stroke apiece, they had reached the bottom of
Chad's butt.  He expected to feel his mother's arms under
him again, lifting him and squashing his genitals once more,
but instead he heard her say loudly, "One more time, boys! 
Start at the top and work your way to the bottom again!  He
hardly felt that round!"  

The twins were put to work once again, starting at the top
of Chad's stinging bottom and making their way down, a
paddle width at a time.  The little paint stirrers didn't
make his butt ache deep inside like the other paddles, but
they made up for it in surface sting!  Chad's butt was truly
on fire by the time they reached the crease where his butt
joined his legs again, and he was crying more urgently
again.  To his dismay, his mother immediately ordered the
twins to start at the top once again!

"Nooooooo!" Chad wailed as they prepared to set off down his
butt again.  "Nooooo moooooore!   It hurrrrrrts!"  His
mother just nodded at the boys, who began their trip down
his flanks once again.  Chad was crying loudly and thrumming
his toes on the floor again by the time the boys finished
their third pass down his butt.  Todd and Rod were
discovering that they liked being on this side of the paddle
much better than on the other side.  They were panting from
the effort of their paddling by the time they reached the
bottom cleft of Chad's posterior the third time, and were
perfectly happy to rest their tired wrists while Chad's
mother lifted him once more and settled down with him on her
own lap.

Chad had stopped worrying about anything outside of his own
body.  His life had become nothing but a succession of shots
of pain originating in his bottom and ricocheting around his
body.  Thus, he didn't watch over his mother's shoulder as
she settled him and lifted her paddle, nor did he tense when
it fell.  He just lay limply across her lap, hiccupping and
squalling.  As a result, the heavy wooden hairbrush took him
by surprise as it descended upon his bare butt like a rifle
shot.  Chad's legs and arms shot straight out, and he howled
louder than he had even at the height of his teacher-
administered paddling.  His mother, merciless, merely
continued to paddle his unprotected bottom, carefully
spreading her spanks out over Chad's entire underpants area,
letting a good 10 seconds elapse between each smack.  She
was spanking much, much harder than anyone else, even Mrs.
Morton, had done.  She passed the 10th blow she'd set as a
minimum without stopping, and continued right on to the
20th.  By this time Chad was flailing, bucking, and bawling. 
His twisting head was flinging tears in a spatter on the
floor in front of him.  His butt was a mass of dark red and
scattered blisters, with the blister pattern continuous in
the centers of his buns and over the sit-spots. After her
20th blow, his mother administered 5 more hard swats right
where the crease of his butt joined his legs – two on each
side, then a last one, hardest of all, right up the middle. 
Finally, in satisfaction, she sat the hairbrush down on the
floor, and looked at the well-punished posterior of her
eldest son.  "I think that's good enough, for now," she said
modestly.  "I believe we got his attention."

Chad's mother let him lie across his lap for a good 5
minutes, still bawling, as she and the rest of the company
congratulated each other on their work and relived various
memories of the spanking that they thought were particularly
notable.  Finally, Chad's mother decided he'd had long
enough to try to pull himself together.  "Stand up, young
man!" she ordered, yanking him to his wobbly feet.  She
faced him toward the window, where there were now 8 children
watching with wide eyes – 5 small girls and 3 boys.  They
immediately took in his puffy, snot covered face and moved
on down to a more interesting target, his shrunken, button-
sized penis and compact scrotum.  Boys were nudging one
another and pointing, obviously commenting on his lack of
size.  After allowing them a long enough look to thoroughly
memorize Chad's embarrassingly small boy attributes, his
mother turned him around to display his thoroughly red,
blistered butt.  She made him stand like that for two
minutes, then forced him to bend at the waist so the kids
could see his well-paddled butt crack and still puffy sore
anus as well, and made him maintain that position for 2
minutes, tears still streaming down his face.  

Finally, she allowed him to straighten up and ordered him to
the corner to "think about your behavior."  When he
tentatively reached back to explore his stinging buttocks,
his mother slapped him sharply right in the lower middle of
his bottom.  "No trying to rub away our hard work!" she
ordered.  She placed Chad's hands firmly over his head and
settled his nose into the corner.  

"Who wants dessert?" she asked gaily, as she returned to the
center of the room.  She and Mrs. Morton bustled out,
returning to set out cartons of ice cream, bowls, spoons,
and chocolate syrup.  "I bet Chad would like some nice, cold
ice cream about now," Tommy teased.  

"Yeah, on his butt!" Jess joked in return.  The children
turned on the TV and settled down to watch, chowing down on
ice cream and joking about how tiring it was to spank little
boys and how it really stimulated the appetite.  Chad stood
bawling in the corner.  He couldn't seem to stop his crying. 
His butt hurt so much!  His butt hurt, and his crack hurt,
and his insides still burned from the soap, and his balls
even throbbed from being squashed by Mrs. Morton and his
mother over and over each time they lifted him!  But mainly,
his butt hurt, especially low down, on the bottom curves. 
He never, never, never wanted another spanking again!  

And it wasn't just the pain of the spanking.  It was the
total humiliation of being watched by other kids and adults
while being spanked.  It was having to cry uncontrollably
while other kids got to watch you cry.  It was having to be
naked and show everyone your most private places when
everyone else had clothes on.  Everyone in the house had
gotten to spank him, and the neighborhood kids had watched
from outside!  He'd never be able to show his face again
inside the house or outside of it!  He struggled to gain
control, but tears streamed down his face, unabated.  He
might as well admit it, he decided.  His brother was right. 
He couldn't stop crying.  He was a big baby.  That thought
just made him cry more.