Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 16
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 16:  The Morning After

Chad awakened, groggy and confused, feeling disoriented. 
The whole bed was bouncing from side to side under him.  He
had been dreaming that he was naked right in the middle of
downtown, and needed to pee so bad that it hurt.  His butt
was stinging also, in his dreams, and he realized that it
was covered with ants that were biting him all over and
trying to crawl up his butt hole.  As he tried to swat them
away, he saw that he was surrounded by women and girls, and
that they were pointing at his genital region and laughing. 
Fearing he had a hard on, he looked down, only to discover
to his horror that all of his boy parts were gone, and that
instead he had noting but a flat patch of skin between his
legs like a Barbie doll!  He tried to scream but nothing
came out of his mouth, and he still needed to pee but now
realized he didn't have a place where the pee could come out
any more, and he'd have to hold it until he exploded.  Then
it felt like something was shaking him, and that's when he
opened his eyes and realized the sun was streaming through
the window and it was morning.

A weight was on his chest.  As his eyes focused, the first
thing he saw was his brother's penis right in front of his
face, and his brother's smiling face looming above it.  To
his surprise, Chad discovered he was now on his back, and
Tommy was sitting with his legs extended across Chad's arms,
so that Chad discovered he couldn't move them.  Tommy
reached down with his right hand and pointed his hard penis
down, swiping the tip of it across Chad's closed lips. 
"Open up, big brother!  I've got your morning snack for you. 
Mr. Dick is here, and he's horny!"

Chad twisted his head to the side to get his brother's penis
out of his face.  "Let me up, Tommy" Chad said.  "I gotta
pee. What time is it, anyway?"  

"It's wiener sucking time, big brother," Tommy said
playfully.  "And I'm not letting you up until you're done!"  

"But I've really gotta pee!"  Chad insisted.  

"You're just saying that to try to get out doing it," Tommy
replied.  

"No I'm not!"  Chad insisted.  "Look at me – I've got a pee
boner!"  

Tommy twisted his head around and examined his brother's
exposed groin.  Because of the severe pain in his bottom,
Chad had gone to bed last night wearing only his pajama top. 
Chad did indeed have a raging hard-on, if you could call his
little two-incher "raging."  Tommy leaned forward, keeping
his knees on Chad's arms, and extending his arms so that he
was on all fours with his groin over Chad's mouth.  "Well,
if you've got to pee that bad, you'd better hurry up and
make me squirt, because I'm not getting off until you do."  

Chad bucked and twisted briefly; trying to unseat his
brother, but found he was unable to escape.  Resigned, and
having to pee so badly he'd do anything to be allowed to, he
opened his mouth and let his little brother insert his hard
penis, being careful to keep his teeth back so Tommy
wouldn't have another excuse to flick his balls.  He started
sucking, while Tommy at the same time began humping in and
out of his mouth, his thrusts getting more and more erratic
until, with a final whoop, he rammed himself all the way
into Chad's mouth, contracting his young butt as he dribbled
another few drops of thin fluid into his brother.  Trapped
under Tommy, Chad tried to avoid swallowing, but finally his
throat convulsed and he swallowed his brother's output as
well as his own collected saliva.  Tommy felt Chad's tongue
twitch against his organ and, knowing his brother had been
forced to swallow, got off him, grinning.  "Okay, you can go
to the bathroom now, big brother.  But you gotta go naked,
and you have to come right back here when you're done!"

Chad didn't have time to argue if he didn't want to pee on
the floor.  He raced out the door and down the hall, only to
find the bathroom door locked.  He knocked on it, dancing
from one foot to the other.  Beth stuck her head out, eyeing
his erect phallus and his "little boy has to pee" behavior. 
"Come on, Beth, let me in.  I gotta go!" Chad said
earnestly.  

"I'm not done with my makeup yet," she said.  "Can't you
wait?"  

"NO!" Chad exclaimed.  "I'm about to go on the floor right
now!"  "Oh, all right.  You can come in, but don't expect me
to leave, and don't touch my stuff."  Chad raced past his
sister and stopped in front of the toilet, raising the seat
and peeing powerfully into the toilet, as she watched in
amusement.  She noted the fine crop of blisters she and the
rest of the paddlers of last night had raised on his exposed
butt, and the nice pink color it still had.  

For Chad's part, he suddenly realized that his bottom half
was completely naked, and he had just peed in front of his
sister, something he couldn't have imagined doing yesterday
morning.   Being publicly spanked three times along with all
his other punishments had definitely put things like that
into perspective.  He started to leave, but Beth stopped him
with a sharp rap on his exposed butt.  "Flush the toilet,
you little animal.  And put down the seat.  You boys need to
learn to do that every time.  Then come over here and ask me
nicely to give you a few smacks on your bottom to help you
remember to do it next time."

Chad flushed and set the seat down, then slowly approached
his sister.  "Uh, please give me some smacks on my bottom so
I can remember to flush next time," he said meekly.  Beth
grasped his still erect penis with her left hand and had him
lean forward against her and hold on to her arm, bending him
over slightly.  With her right hand, she gave him 5 sharp
spanks on his unprotected bottom, causing yelps from Chad by
the third spank.  She released him and he reached up to
roughly swipe a tear away from his face.  "Can I go now?" he
asked plaintively.  She silently pointed to the door, and he
fled back to his room, his hard phallus still waving in the
air from side to side as he ran.

When he entered, Tommy was already almost dressed for
school.  "Hey, what did you do?  I heard you get your butt
walloped," he said as he tied a shoe.  

"Beth was mad because I didn't flush and I left the toilet
seat up," Chad admitted.

"Better watch yourself, big brother.  If my butt was a
blistered as yours, I'd try to avoid getting into more
trouble," Tommy said with a superior air.  Chad went to his
dresser drawers, looking for underwear.  

"Oh, by the way," Tommy said as Chad started to insert one
foot into a pair of clean briefs.  "Mom said to put on your
shirt and socks, but to just carry your pants and underpants
downstairs.  She says you won't need them for awhile."  He
went out the bedroom door.

Chad's heart began racing again.  Was he going to get
spanked or paddled on his sore butt again this morning? 
Gosh, he hoped not.  His butt still hurt all over, even in
the crack!  With trembling hands, he gathered his clothes
together, and walked down the stairs, his little penis now
shrinking again in fright.

Chad walked into the kitchen, to find Tommy already there
getting out milk and cereal.  "Mom said to go ahead and get
our food ready, but not to sit down until she gets here. 
She went across the street to Mrs. Morton's for something."

Feeling terribly exposed with no pants on, Chad carefully
got a cereal bowl and filled it, added milk, and then
selected a banana and set it beside the bowl.  He got a
spoon from the drawer, and then stood by the table
uncertainly.  He was grateful that the table was high enough
that he could hide his nudity fairly well just by standing
close to it.  Of course, that left his bare, well-spanked
butt sticking out, but there was only so much he could do to
cover up.  Beth came bustling in, patting Chad on the butt
on her way by.  "Mom not back yet?" she asked.  

"Not yet," Tommy said.  "She said not to sit down until she
was back.  What did she go over there for?"

"She's getting a surprise for Chad," Beth replied, giving
Chad an evil smirk.  "She told me all about it.  It's
something that I think Chad will find himself really
attached to! " She poked into the refrigerator, retrieving a
container of yogurt.  Just then their mother came bustling
in the door, dragging something Chad couldn't see behind
her.

"Okay, I'm here," she said.  "I just had to go get a special
chair for Chad!"  She pulled the chair out from behind her,
like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat.  Chad
expected her to say "Ta da!" as she did.

Chad wasn't sure what he was looking at to start with.  At
first glance the chair was a normal-looking wooden stool
with no back, but something appeared to be out of place
about it.  As Chad continued to study it, he realized the
thing that was out of place was that it had a smooth wooden
peg that stuck up from the seat for about 3 inches.  The top
of the peg was rounded  and thinner than the bottom, with
the top begin only about 1/2 of an inch wide, and the bottom
being about 3/4 of an inch wide.  She plunked the chair at
Chad's usual place.  "Mrs. Morton was kind enough to lend me
this until I can get one made of my own," she said to her
children.  "For the next week, Chad, when you sit down to
eat or do homework or to watch TV, you'll be punished by
having to sit on this chair."

Chad looked at the chair, puzzled by it.  His mother had
said the chair was intended to punish him in some way.  The
peg was off center, more to one side of the stool than the
other.  He'd have to wrap his legs around it, he thought, in
order to sit.  Maybe that's why the peg was there – to push
on his balls and wiener while he was sitting.  That could
certainly be uncomfortable, but he supposed he could stand
it.  While he was considering that, his mother produced
something else from behind her back with a flourish.  "I
also got this bottle of special lotion from her," she said. 
She rummaged in the kitchen drawer, fishing out rubber
gloves.  "Here, Beth," she said.  "Put these on, and cover
the peg with a nice thick layer of lotion."

Beth eagerly put on the gloves, immediately getting to work
coating the peg with lotion.  Tommy was staring at her, then
suddenly stopped looking puzzled.  "Ohhhhh," he said,
stretching the word out.  "Oh, I get it.  Oh boy!   Oh boy,
oh boy.  Chad, I'm so glad I'm not you."

Chad still didn't get it.  Why would they want to grease up
the peg?  Wouldn't that just make it slippery when he
pressed against it?  And why did Tommy suddenly seem so
sympathetic?  Beth straightened up and stripped off the
glove.  "It's all ready for him, Mom," she said gleefully.

"Excellent," Chad's mother said, smiling at her daughter and
younger son.  "Now Chad, if you'll just come over here," she
said, guiding him to the chair by his shoulders.  Chad let
her guide him over next to the chair.  "Now hold on a
minute, let me line it up correctly," she said.  She turned
the chair so that the peg was on the back side of the chair. 
Chad didn't get it.  How was he supposed to wrap his legs
around the peg if it was in the back?  

All of the sudden the picture changed in his mind, as he
realized what part of him would be on the seat where the peg
was.  He stiffened, and looked wildly about, trying to find
a place to escape.  Beth was on one side of him, Tommy on
the other, and his mother directly behind him.  As started
to crouch down to dive under the table, his mother caught
him easily around the middle and held him tightly.

"Where do you think you're going, young man?" she asked
sternly.  Chad twisted, still trying to escape.  His mother
closed her other arm around his body, trapping his flailing
arms.  "Grab his legs, Tommy," she said evenly.  Chad tried
to kick, but Tommy quickly got a hand around each of his
legs and held them tightly, too.  Chad could now hardly
move.

His mother addressed Beth.  "Reach down and spread his
little bottom, dear, so the peg can go right up his little
poo-hole," she said sweetly."  Beth grinned into Chad's
face, practically leering at him, and reached past Tommy to
cup each of Chad's bare buns.  

"Noooooooooo!" Chad shrieked.   "Nooooooooooo!  Please no! 
Don't stick it up my poo hole!"  He tried wriggle free, only
to find that the three family members holding him made
escape impossible.  Beth's fingertips probed into his crack
until they pressed on either side of his anus, and then she
was lining him up directly over the peg.  

"Noooooooo!" Chad squealed again as he felt the greasy
wooden peg brush against his anus.  His mother and brother
began pressing him downward, the peg first pressing him more
and more tightly then suddenly parting his hole and slipping
slickly in.  Chad slid down the peg inexorably, his orifice
stretching wider and wider until his buttocks finally
contacted the seat.  His anus felt like it was being
stretched out to its limits, and the peg inside him felt
like the biggest poo in the world trying to get out.

"Now we're going to let go of your, young man," his mother
said.  "And if you try to get up, you'll get paddled on your
boy parts and then be placed on the seat again.  And I'll
let Beth do the paddling."

Much as the peg was causing him discomfort, Chad knew he
wanted no part of Beth paddling his boy parts.  Besides, now
that it was in, the peg didn't hurt quite so much, although
it was very uncomfortable.  He shifted experimentally, which
merely made the peg stretch his bottom hole wider.  He tried
contracting his buns, but that just made it more obvious
that a cylinder of wood was up his butt.  His mother slid
his cereal in front of him.  "Eat up, son.  You're not
getting off the stool until you've eaten your entire
breakfast."

Glumly, a tear trickling down his cheek, Chad picked up the
spoon and began shoveling in cereal.  Beth and Tommy sat
down and started eating, too, but he noticed Beth was
watching him expectantly.  Within a minute he realized why. 
A tingling was starting at his butt hole and spreading all
the way inside, everywhere the peg was touching him.  It
quickly became an intense burn.  Within seconds, Chad's butt
hole and rectum were on fire.  He began squirming.  "It
burns," he protested.  "It's burning me inside!"

"That wasn't just any lotion I put on your peg," Beth said,
grinning.  "It's special stuff Mrs. Morton sends away for. 
She showed him the bottle.  It was labeled, in block
letters, "Mrs. Murphy's Family Remedy."  Under the name,
smaller print read "Use only for punishment of children. 
Safe for oral, anal, and genital use.  Wear rubber gloves to
apply."  A cartoon picture of a crying child's face was
underneath.  Under that, smaller print read, "Causes intense
burning.  Will not cause permanent damage.  Can be reapplied
every 10 minutes."

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Beth said, after allowing the squirming
Chad to examine the bottle long enough to read it.  He was
fighting to keep from crying again.  The combination of the
burning in his rectum and the solid peg up his butt had made
his penis snap to attention between his legs, where it was
aching to be touched.  Chad's squirming became more and more
frantic.

"I want offffff!" he begged.  "It burns!"

"Good," his mother said.  "Now shut up and eat your cereal
and your banana.  You're staying on the stool until you've
eaten everything."

Practically dancing despite being impaled, Chad began
swallowing spoonfuls of cereal, quickly cleaning his bowl. 
He tipped it up and drank the milk out of it.  Then he
peeled the banana, taking big bites and swallowing quickly. 
He sat down the peel.  "May I get off now?" he asked with a
whine in his voice.

"I don't think you've had enough to eat," his mother said. 
She poured him more cereal and added milk.  "Now hold still
and eat the rest of your breakfast.  If you're good, I'll
haveTommy put plain hand lotion on your peg when you sit to
do your homework tonight or when you eat dinner instead of
the special lotion."

Chad tried to hold still as he spooned cereal into his mouth
and swallowe it as quickly as he could.  His rectum and anus
still burned, but the burn had stopped intensifying, and he
certainly didn't want to have to go through that again later
today!  His mother was finally satisfied when he finished
his second bowl of cereal, and he was allowed to gingerly
raise himself from the stool, the peg sliding greasily out
of him as he stood.  His mother made him bend over and grab
his ankles so she could examine his bottom for damage, with
Beth and Tommy looking eagerly at his anus as well.  She
took a paper towel and wiped the residual lotion off of him
and pronounced him undamaged, then made him wipe off the peg
and store the chair against the wall, because "We don't want
anyone else accidentally sitting on it and getting a
surprise, do we?" 

While he was wiping off the chair, she noticed his erect
member.  "There you are, like that again," she said, disgust
in her voice.  "I swear you're just like your father."

Chad looked down at his errant member.  "I can't help it,"
he said to the floor.  

"Maybe you can't, but maybe you can.  You'd better try to
help it, because if you keep getting like that I'm going to
have to take action."  She motioned for him to put the chair
away.

Chad looked at the clock as he placed the chair where he'd
been instructed.  It was less than 10 minutes before time to
walk to school.  His mother was getting her bag and heading
out the door.  "I've left a set of instructions for you and
Chad, Tommy," she said, opening the kitchen door.  "They're
on the hall table.  Remember Beth is meeting me downtown and
we're not going to be home until late, so you boys are on
your own tonight.  And Chad, Tommy is in complete charge,
and you have to obey him about everything.  Tommy, read the
instructions when you get home, not before, and make sure
everything in them is done."  She stepped out.  "Oh, before
I forget, you need to give your brother a good spanking
before he gets dressed, so he remembers to behave today in
school.   Just make his butt nice and pink all over."  She
was gone, then, walking rapidly to the car.  Beth also raced
out, having a longer trip to high school than the boys' trip
to the combined grade and middle school.

Chad stood by the stool, dismayed by his mother's final
remark.  Another spanking?   Did they have to be beating his
butt every minute?  Tommy looked at him, a serious
expression on his face.  "Come on, Chad," he said.  "Mom
says you have to be spanked, so let's get on with it so
we're not late for school."  He pulled out a kitchen chair
and sat down, motioning for his brother to get over his lap. 
Knowing Tommy could get him another paddling like last
night's just by a simple word to their mother, Chad walked
meekly over and draped himself in the humiliating "bad boy"
position.  Tommy wasted no time, raising his hand and giving
Chad a flurry of quick, stinging spanks that quickly
reawakened the ache in the older boy's butt.  Despite
wanting to be a big boy in front of his brother, Chad was
soon wiggling with pain and crying softly, his tears
dripping onto the floor.  Tommy did not relent until he'd
smacked his brother more than 50 times, covering his entire
bottom and making Chad once again grasp at the air and drum
his feet on the floor.  The he stopped and massaged his
brother's red bottom, kneading the flesh hard to increase
the his brother's discomfort, the way teachers at his school
did when they spanked naughty boys.  Finally, he spoke to
Chad.

"Okay, big brother, you've been spanked enough for now.  Try
to stop crying like a baby and get up and put on your pants. 
I'm sick of looking at your baby dick and your ugly butt."

A minute later, Chad was tying his shoes, the cloth of his
briefs uncomfortably pressing his still stinging flanks.  He
straightened up, still sniffling, and looked at the clock. 
"Come on, time to go to school," Tommy said.  "You'd better
go wash your face off, or everyone will know you've been
crying."

The boys left the house and started down the street.  A
block later they were joined by other children, and more
children joined them in the following blocks.  Kids started
asking Chad about being spanked yesterday.  Chad tried to
walk ahead of them, maintaining a stony silence, but Tommy
was all too eager to talk, and soon had a crowd of children
gathered around him, listening, as he described Chad's
punishment session of the night before.  Chad's face glowed
crimson as Tommy explained how the 8 of them, including the
girls, had each spanked Chad's bare butt, and how he'd been
given an enema right on the patio and had been forced to
poop right there in front of them, and even how they'd used
him to play ring toss.  Chad was grateful for one thing,
though.  Tommy left out of his tale the fact that Chad had
been forced to suck all the boys, and had in fact sucked
Tommy a total of 4 times already.  Although Chad realized
Tommy was merely protecting himself by not divulging that
information, he realized that silence in this area protected
him even more.  

From time to time as they walked along, several of the kids
came up by Chad to pat his sore bottom and ask how much it
hurt, and more than one kid commented that he must be
"totally humiliated," but Chad still didn't respond, and
they got tired of his silence and fell back to continue to
listen to Tommy's tales instead.  He hated that Tommy kept
referring to his genitals as "Chad's baby dick and balls,"
but couldn't see anyway to stop him from doing so. 

Finally, the school hove into sight, and Chad was able to
separate from the grade schoolers walking with his brother
and enter the doors of the middle school, where his morning
torments were still awaiting him.