Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 17
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 17:   Chad's Morning in Diapers

Chad, planning ahead, ducked into the boys' restroom right
inside the entrance door.  He was pleased to see that it was
empty for the moment.  As he bellied up to the urinal and
pulled out his small penis, he noticed his bottom still
tingled from Tommy's vigorous morning spanking.  He wondered
if he was going to get spanked every morning for the rest of
the week.  Chad peed quickly, shook himself off, and ducked
out again without stopping to wash his hands.  Like most
boys, he seldom washed his hands after peeing.  After all,
he reasoned, he hadn't touched anything but his own penis,
and it was part of him, so what was the big deal?  

Chad ducked back into the hall, dismayed to see so many
students in it.  He was quickly noticed, and catcalls and
mocking laughter followed him down the hall all the way to
his classroom.  Many were remarking upon his deportment over
the teacher's lap the day before, the appearance of his butt
before and after being spanked yesterday, and of course the
small size and peculiarities in appearance of his boy
equipment.  Worse were the ones commenting how much they
were going to enjoy his upcoming diaper days, and girls
saying they hoped he'd show up at lunch naked again today.

As he approached the classroom door, his spirits dropped
even further.  On the classroom door was a poster labeled in
large lettering, "Special Notice to all Miriam Webster
Middle and Grade School Boys."  Several boys were staring at
it as Chad approached.  "What's this?" he asked Jimmy Chen. 
Jimmy looked distressed, and the other boys were looking at
him with anger.  

For a moment, Chad thought Jimmy wasn't going to answer, and
he wondered what had made his best friend so angry.  Then
Jimmy shrugged and said, "Read it yourself."  Chad scanned
the paragraph under the headline.   It read: 

"Following yesterday's incident on the school grounds when a
much younger student was viciously attacked and injured by
an older student, it has come to the attention of the
administration that discipline has become increasingly lax
in Miriam Webster Middle School and Grade School,
Accordingly, the school board has agreed that measures must
be taken to improve student compliance and reduce violence. 
It has been decided that from this day forward, all boys in
both grade school and middle school will remove all clothing
prior to receiving public corporal punishment, regardless of
the magnitude of the offense.  Teachers should adjust the
length and severity of punishments to accommodate this "no
clothing" new rule.  In addition, boys who receive corporal
punishment in school will not receive their clothing back
until 10 minutes before the final bell, regardless of what
time of day they were punished.

"In addition, teachers in all grades are instructed to
introduce a new "no tolerance" policy for aggression and for
classroom disobedience."

Chad was stunned.  "What does that mean?" he asked the other
boys.  

"It mean, dufuss, that because you're such a dork and hurt a
little kid and got yourself paddled on your bare butt, all
of us are going to be spanked or paddled bare butt if we
mess up from now on, and we've got to stay naked afterward
the rest of the day.  And the 'no tolerance' bit just means
the teachers will be looking for more excuses to spank us,
and more of us are going to get spanked.  Man, I already get
spanked all the time, and now they all have to be bare butt! 
Thanks loads. " Jimmy opened the door and entered the
classroom.  Two of the other boys followed him in.  Sam
Farlow, the remaining boy, looked Chad in the eyes a moment. 
"I felt sorry for you yesterday, but I don't anymore. 
You've ruined it for all of us.  You just wait and see – all
of us are going to end up naked in front of class sooner or
later, and it's all your fault!  Now I can't wait for you to
mess up again so I can watch you get your butt paddled!  Way
to go, Microdick." He opened the door as well, then stopped
as he entered.  "Hey, come in and see this – I think you'll
find it interesting," he said, suddenly grinning.

Chad followed Sam in the door, looking at the blackboard
where he was indicating.  In large block letters, the
following information was written.

Chad Henson:

As soon as you arrive, remove your shoes, socks, pants, and
underpants and place them in the box in the front of the
classroom.  You may continue to wear your shirt and any
jewelry you might have on.  Stand on the tape line in front
of the classroom facing the class while you undress.

Once you've undressed, stand on the tape line with your
hands behind your head, facing the class, and wait until
given instructions

You must be undressed and in position by the time the tardy
bell rings.

You may not speak in the class unless asked a question.
You must follow all instructions of the students chosen to
diaper you. 

Failure to comply immediately with these and any other
instructions will result in an immediate bare-bottomed
spanking.
.
Chad froze for a moment.  He'd known that he was facing
diapering today, but he had hoped it would be done quietly,
possibly in the corner of the classroom, or that he'd at
least be able to cover himself or face away from his
classmates while being diapered.  Instead, he was going to
have to stand front and center in the classroom with his
lower half naked!

"Hey, Henson," Joey Turpin called from the front of the
classroom.  "Thanks a lot!  Now we all get it bare butt,
because of you!"  Several other boys grumbled similar
feelings.  Chad felt stirrings of real fear.  Joey was a
tall, black-haired, gangly kid who had been held back a
grade and thus was 14.  He was already growing some mustache
hairs and a few scraggly chin hairs, and he weighed at least
150 pounds, all of it muscle.  The last thing Chad wanted
was to have Joey and his friends mad at him.

"There you are," Emily said with glee.  "Come on up, Chad! 
Time to show us your little weenie again!  Look, girls, I
have the best seat in the house!"  

As Chad just stood by the door, Jimmy spoke up.  "Better get
undressed fast..," he said pragmatically.  "Not that I care
that much if you get spanked again, but you might care, and
it's only 2 minutes to the tardy bell."  Chad looked at the
clock and realized he was right.  Time was short.   He
hurried to the front of the room, spotting the piece of tape
right in front of Emily's desk and the box sitting on the
floor by it.  Great location, he thought to himself. 
Nothing like getting naked while Emily stares at my privates
from a foot away!  He kicked off his shoes and put them in
the box, tugging the socks after them.  He reached for his
belt and undid it, then unsnapped the pants buckle.  Sam
started loudly humming "The Stripper," and several other
kids, including Emily, joined in. 

 Chad paused and looked at the clock.  Less than minute
left.  Got to get my stuff off or I get another bare-butt
spanking, he thought to himself, and that thought gave him
the courage to unzip his pants manfully and deliberately
step out of them.  The kids humming got louder.  Chad looked
at the clock and swallowed.  Fifteen seconds!  Resolutely,
he stuck a thumb under both sides of his underwear waistband
and tugged them down, bending down to sweep them off each
leg.  Tossing them in the box, he gulped, straightened up,
and placed his hands behind his head, revealing his little-
boy privates to the class once again.  Several boys wolf-
whistled, and a group of girls broke into applause.  A quick
glance down revealed that he at least wasn't shrunken into
nothingness.  His little penis was half-hard, angled out at
45 degrees and maybe a bit over an inch long.  It still
wasn't impressive, but it wasn't a button, either.  He fixed
his eyes on the back wall and ignored the children
commenting on his nudity and his lack of size.

The bell rang seconds later, and Mrs. Rose breezed in on
cue.  "Quiet down, now, class."  She ordered.  "The bell has
rung."  She glanced at the boy standing in the front with
his bottom half on display.  "I see you followed
instructions, young man.  See that you keep following them." 
She half turned as she passed Chad, examining his bare
bottom from close range.  "Now I didn't do that.  It looks
like someone got paddled when he got home.  From the looks
of those marks, I'd say paddled with several different
instruments, too."  Chad said nothing.  "Did you get paddled
at home, Chad?" she asked.  

"Yes, Ma'am," he said softly, shuffling his feet.

"Oh?  Who paddled you?" she asked.  

Chad realized he'd better be truthful, because she might
have already talked to his mother on the phone that morning,
or she might later on that day.  "My mom did, and my
brother, and my sister.  And my sister's friend, and my
brother's friend, and the lady from across the street, and
her twin sons," Chad admitted, now shamed to the core.  "And
my brother spanked me again this morning," he added.

"My, my!  Your mother must have been very angry at you to
have all those other people join in spanking you!  I see
they've blistered your little bottom quite well.  And you
say your brother spanked you, too?  Isn't that your little
brother, who's still in grade school?"

Chad nodded assent glumly, bringing guffaws from the boys in
the classroom and giggles from the girls.  Apparently they
found the thought of him being spanked by his little brother
extremely funny.

Mrs. Rose continued her remarks.  "Why don't you turn around
and show the rest of the class how blistered your bottom
is?" she sugge.sted.

Chad turned around, thankful to have a moment that his
meager privates weren't on display.  The children murmured
and shifted around behind him, jockeying for the best view
of his posterior. While he was facing the blackboard, Mrs.
Rose addressed the class.  "You all can see how sore this
naughty boy's bottom is from his punishment yesterday, and
the punishment he got from his family when they discovered
what he'd done at school," she said.  "I hope you boys have
also read the notice from the school board on the classroom
door.  If you haven't, it says that from now on, all boys in
Miriam Webster schools will be punished without any
protective clothing.  That means that all spankings and
paddlings administered in this classroom from now on will be
on the boy's bare bottom.  Also, the principal is unhappy
about the lax discipline around here, and has ordered us to
crack down.  So you can expect that punishments for you boys
will be more frequent from now on.  That means every
incident of violence, every case of disobedience, and every
case of missing homework will result in a public spanking or
paddling for that boy."  In his own seat, Joey Turpin
suddenly looked wary, as if something dire had just occurred
to him.  Meanwhile, Mrs. Rose was wrapping up her warning. 
"Okay, that's .enough, Chad.  Turn back around and wait
until we're ready to diaper you."

Much as he hated doing it, Chad had no choice but to turn
back around so the class was once again treated to a view of
his protruding boy parts.  Mrs. Rose walked to the desk and
busied herself arranging things.  The children sat waiting,
many of them studying Chad's privates with fascination, just
as if they hadn't already seen them extensively the day
before.  Emily was smirking at him from her seat right in
front of him.  In her chair, she had the best view of his
meager attributes.  Glancing quickly and seeing that Mrs.
Rose was looking for something in the bookcase behind her,
Emily rose, reached across her desk, and quickly give the
head of his penis a squeeze, plopping back in her chair
before Mrs. Rose turned back around.  "Hey, stop that!" Chad
said.  

"Quiet, Mr. Henson," Mrs. Rose ordered.  "Unless you'd like
another trip over my knee again." 

"But she…." Chad began.

"I said QUIET!." Mrs. Rose said.  "One more word from you
for any reason and you get paddled."  Chad squeezed his
mouth shut.  He absolutely didn't want another paddling. 
He'd be quiet even if Emily practically pulled his wiener
off, his decided.  She, for her part, sat smirking at him,
while several of her friends quietly congratulated her on
her cleverness.  As soon as Mrs. Rose turned her back, she
reached across her desk again, this time giving his wiener a
good yank.  Chad endured it stoically, trying to fix his
gaze on the far wall.  In the next few minutes, Emily
managed to yank his penis 3 more times, each time making it
harder until it was in full erection once again.

Mrs. Rose finally found the things she was looking for, and
Emily had to stop tormenting Chad for the moment.  She
slowly called roll, commenting when she got to Chad's name,
"You don't have to respond, Mr. Henson.  I think we're all
pretty much aware that you're here – you're rather
conspicuous.  Finally, after Chad had been left standing
naked and unprotected in front of class for more than half
an hour, Mrs. Rose picked up 2 small boxes from her desk. 
"I've put all your names in these two boxes.  This box has
the boys in it, and this one has the girls in it.  We need
to select who is on diaper duty today.  Mr. Henson, you may
put your arms down, but keep them away from your genitalia." 
Chad gratefully lowered his tired arms to his sides.  She
held the boys' box in front of him.  "Pick out a boy to
diaper you today," she said.  Chad reached in and drew out a
slip of paper, which she immediately took from him before he
could see who was on it.  "Now pick a girl," she prompted. 
Chad reached into the other box, and she immediately took
that slip, too.  Mrs. Rose walked back to her desk and put
the boxes away, spreading the two slips of paper on her
desk.  "Joey Turpin and Emily Czech, would you please move
the diaper cart over beside the boy waiting to be diapered?" 
Great, Chad thought.  That's just friggin' great.  Of all
the kids to pick, I pick the girl who hates me most and the
boy who blames me the most for being put in jeopardy of bare
butt spanking.  

Emily positively glowed as she hustled over with Joey to
push the cart over by Chad.  Mrs. Rose began giving them
instructions.  "You two are on diaper duty today.  You will
put Chad's diaper on him now, following my instructions.  If
Chad pees or poos in his diaper during the day, he will
stand and come to the front of the room immediately, with
his feet on the tape.  He will stand there with his hands
behind his head until I acknowledge him.  Then he will
announce, "I peed in my diaper, will you please change me?"
or "I pooed in my diaper, will you please change me?" or, if
necessary, "I peed and pooed in my diaper, will you please
change me?"  At that point, the two of you will come up and
change him following my instructions."  She turned to Chad. 
"Young man, do not hesitate even one minute to come up for
changing.  If you need changing and don't come up
immediately, that will be considered disobedience, and you
will be spanked severely."

She gestured toward the diaper cart.  "Put him in position
for changing.  First put on these gloves."  Both children
were handed latex surgical gloves and slipped them on. 
After they had donned the gloves she showed them how to push
down the spaces between the fingers so the gloves fit
tightly.  "Now, strap him down like the nurse did
yesterday."  Chad was guided up onto the cart and forced to
lie on his back, with his bottom facing the class like
before.  The band was tightened across his chest, and then
each arm was strapped down with the Velcro straps, Emily
tightening one side and Joey the other.  On Mrs. Rose's cue,
they each took one of ankles and raised his legs and then
spread them, tying each one and returning Chad to the
humiliating, wide open position used for diapering and for
inspection at home.  

"Now before you put on his diaper, one of you must cover his
diaper area with this cream.  It prevents diaper rash if he
pees or poos, and protects the blisters on his bottom so
they can heal."  Emily eagerly took the lotion tube offered
her and squeezed an ample amount on her gloved fingers.  She
began spreading it across Chad's exposed buttocks, working
her way toward the hole.  Upon reaching the center of his
butt, she added more lotion and rubbed this round and round
his wrinkled hole, causing Chad to contract it several times
involuntarily.  He could hear Jimmy commenting to the girl
beside him that Chad's butt hole was winking at them again. 
The girl stifled laughter.  Chad himself was stung more by
this comment than any of the others he'd heard that morning
– Jimmy was his best friend!  Emily squeezed out more lotion
and worked her way up the tender flesh between his legs,
enjoying the feel of the ridge of skin running down the
middle of his cleft from scrotum to anus, and the
exceptionally soft skin surrounding the ridge.

All this stimulation, of course, kept Chad's penis rock hard
and extended it out to its full two inches.  Lubing her
palm, Emily pressed it on his scrotum and massaged it,
causing a mixture of pleasure and discomfort to surge
through Chad.  On one hand, he wanted her to quit touching
him so close to the source of his sexual pleasure, and she
was pressing his balls hard enough to cause a bit of
discomfort.  On the other hand, his body definitely wanted
her to keep touching him, and move on up the shaft to his
penis head.  In short order, the second desire was granted. 
Emily shifted her hand and began stroking his penis, moving
upward in little increments, massaging the lotion in as she
went. Thrills of sensation ran through Chad as she rubbed
repeatedly over the mushroom-shaped little head and then
gripped the tip tightly, circling Chad's pee-hole with her
thumb.  Just as Chad's excitement was starting to peak and
his penis was getting ready to start spasming, she removed
her hand, leaving him panting and frustrated.  "Done," she
said, smirking again at his obvious disappointment.  

Joey then placed a diaper under Chad's bare, well-lotioned
butt and pulled it up between his legs, squeezing the boy's
raging hard-on painfully and forcing it roughly down under
the diaper, then sealing the tapes and covering Chad's
nudity.  The two of them untied Chad and helped him down,
and he was told to return to his seat for the day's lesson.

Chad managed to keep his bladder under control all morning. 
His bottom was uncomfortable to sit on, and it was
humiliating being in a diaper and being called "diaper baby"
in whispered comments by kids who passed him or sat by him,
but he could tolerate it, and it beat getting spanked.  It
was quite clear other boys in nearby classrooms weren't so
lucky.  

Three times during the morning the silently working class
could hear the smacking of a hand or paddle on bare skin and
the caterwauling of boys learning first hand the meaning of
the new school board edict.  The first time was at about
9:30, and came through the open windows from the grade
school next door.  A high-pitched boy's voice could be heard
screaming, "No, don't take off my pants, please!" and
several repeated variants of that utterance, followed by a
stern adult female voice first ordering immediate
compliance, and then announcing that the paddle was going to
be used instead of her hand to show she meant business. 
After that the unfortunate lad had apparently been
successfully undressed, because an entire classroom was
laughing, and then shortly there came the unmistakable sound
of a wooden paddle hitting tender boy flesh and the boy on
the receiving end squalling in pain.  Chad unconsciously
counted the spanks, as did all the other boys and most of
the girls, cringing as the teacher passed 20 and didn't stop
until the screaming little miscreant had received 30 solid
whacks.  

After that the boy's screeching gradually quieted down, and
it was silent for another hour, until suddenly raised voices
could be heard in the grade school again.  This time it was
obviously an older boy, perhaps a 6th grader in early
puberty, because his voice broke as he pleaded not to be
spanked, and he was able to hold off crying for awhile once
the spanking started, the cracks of a bare female hand on
his bottom punctuated for the first 10 blows merely by a
sharply uttered, "Owwwwwww!"  But he, too, dissolved into
frenzied crying eventually, and continued to wail through
his 50 solid smacks and for some time afterward.  Chad had
hoped, briefly, that his own brother was on the receiving
end, but realized right away that it was another boy's voice
entirely.

After that, there was a third spanking during the grade
school morning recess.  A 1st grader playing in the sandbox
between the buildings apparently threw something at a girl
playing next to him, because soon the teacher was sternly
lecturing the boy on the inappropriateness of throwing
things at other children, and then pronouncing to the now
raptly silent recess crowd that he was getting spanked right
there.  Upon hearing this, Emily asked Mrs. Rose if they
could watch, and Mrs. Rose agreed the girls could go to the
windows to witness the naughty boy's punishment.  Chad and
the other boys were ordered to remain in their seats and
continue working.  The girls all jockeyed for space at the
windows, giving a blow by blow commentary on the events
below.  "She's got his pants off," Lindsay said with a note
of pleasure in her voice.  "Look at his little wee-wee –
it's just so little and precious!"

"I'd say it looks a lot like Chad's," Emily snickered,
"Except it's a little bigger than Chad's, of course."  Chad
blushed as the whole class, even the boys, laughed at this
remark.  Now they were implying he had the penis of a first
grader!  He almost protested aloud, but remembered two facts
just in time.  First, if he said anything he'd be paddled,
and second, there was no use protesting anyway, because what
Emily said was probably true.

The girls continued watching and making comments.  "She's
bringing him over to the teacher's bench – they'll be right
under us!"  Cynthia said with some excitement.  "Oh, look at
that cute little butt!"

The boy's pleading voice outside was growing more and more
desperate, as he apparently was being placed in spanking
position.  Soon the crack, crack, crack of a firm spanking
began, accompanied by yelps and loud sobbing of a little boy
in pain.  The boy's squeals increased with intensity with
each spank (30, by Chad's count), as the girls' commentary
continued.

"Look how red he's getting," Ranee commented.  "She must be
about done.  Yep, she's stopped spanking him and she's
rubbing his butt.  Look at him kick!"

"I still say he looks like Chad in every way – he cries like
Chad, he kicks like Chad, and his boy parts even look like
Chad's!"  Emily said snidely.  Chad was disturbed to see
general agreement among the girls over that.

The little boy was apparently hustled into the classroom,
probably to sit on his sore bare butt in a corner until
lunch time, and the girls in Chad's classroom resumed their
seats in a good humor.

Finally it was lunch time.  Chad was lined up with the other
kids, humiliated at having to appear in lunch diapered like
a baby, which would remind the whole school he'd peed
himself yesterday, but grateful that at least he wasn't
naked and wasn't being yanked down the hall by his privates
as he was yesterday. Of course, he got some ribbing while
standing in line and while sitting uncomfortably in his
diaper with his classmates as they ate, but most of the
other students' attention was focused on the three boys
who'd been spanked that morning, and who, one by one, came
in with their classes.  Each one walked along awkwardly,
hands behind his head and being led by a girl with a firm
grip on his scrotum, his bright red butt on display as he
waited in line.  Each collected a punishment lunch as took
his place in a punishment chair in the front.  The 6th
grader was a redhead from Tommy's class, being led by a
blonde girl with a firm grip on his substantial scrotum. 
Chad was chagrined to see, once he had sat down, that his
wiener was proportional to his balls, and that both were as
big as Tommy's equipment.  

The next child came in with the third grade.  He was a
tousled-haired little imp of a kid with a small, almost
flat, and glowing red butt.  Chad was reassured to see that
this boy's genitals were about the size of his or slightly
smaller, and that this boy's penis was shriveled and trying
to hide, much as Chad's did much of the time.  The boy was
blushing with utter humiliation and continued to blush as he
picked at his food and shifted from side to side on his sore
bottom in his chair in front of the cafeteria, obviously
having to fight his instinct to close his legs and block
view of his small equipment.

Just as Chad was finishing his own food, the 1st grade boy
came in.  Although he was also being led by a little girl
from his class, he seemed nonchalant and almost cheerful as
she tugged him along.  He, too, had a glowing red butt that
apparently hurt, but he seemed to shrug it off and was even
smiling and joking with the kids around him, as if he didn't
mind in the least that he was bare naked in front of
everyone.  Once he'd gotten his punishment meal, he plunked
down on the chair, immediately rose and began rubbing his
butt, oblivious to the way this made his penis bounce
merrily in front of him.  He turned and grinned at the 3rd
grader sitting red faced next to him, his legs reluctantly
splayed.  "Hurts, don't it!"  he said to the older boy. 
"She really roasted my butt!   I bet your teacher really
roasted your butt, too."  He sat down more gingerly and
spread his legs widely without having to be told, allowing
his little penis to spring up and displaying his small,
ping-pong ball sized nut sack to the world.  

Chad went to throw his trash away and drifted up to the
punishment table to talk to the 6th grader.  The 6th grade
spoke first as he approached.  "I saw you up here
yesterday," he said.  "I hate this.  I hate all the kids
looking at me and laughing."  

"I hated it too.  I heard you get it," Chad said back in
sympathy.  

"I heard you, too, yesterday.  Both times.  I think you were
a lot louder than me."  He looked at Chad's diaper.  "At
least I didn't wet myself," he said glumly.  "But my mom is
going to kill me."

The 1st grader piped up in his high-pitched voice, at the
same time reaching down and adjusting his hard-on, creating
a smattering of applause from older girls.  "My mom is gonna
kill me, too.  She'll probably give me another spankin'," he
said cheerfully.  "Man, did that hurt!  My butt's still
sore!  How long does it stay sore afterward?"

"Mine still hurts," Chad admitted.  

"Yeah," the 6th grader said, "but your brother told me that
you got paddled big time last night, too, and that he gave
you a good hand spanking this morning, so that doesn't mean
anything."

The 3rd grader finally spoke up.  "Do all the girls have to
just keep looking at it?  I hate it when they look at it. 
And when they make fun of it, it gets smaller, and then they
make fun of it more."

The lst grader glanced down between the other boy's legs. 
"Maybe they're just looking hard because they can't see it
that well.  It's kind of small," he said insensitively,
looking at his own erect organ as a comparison.   This
comment appeared to cause the 3rd grader to become even more
embarrassed.  He glanced at the 1st grader's proudly erect
little shaft, looked more depressed, and  ducked his head
and went back to chewing glumly. Chad decided to move along
before they began discussing the size of his penis, too.  He
reported back to the classroom as he'd been instructed and
worked on math problems until the other kids returned to
class.

It was in the period after lunch that he realized he
couldn't go without peeing forever.  He normally ran to the
bathroom and peed right after lunch before returning to
class, and his body knew it was pee time.  He began shifting
in his chair uncomfortably, trying to fight the inevitable
trip to the front of the classroom as long as possible. 
Finally, 15 minutes after the class returned, he could no
longer hold still and the burning urgency inside was too
much.  He succumbed to the inevitable, relaxing his
sphincter  and letting the pee surge out of him.  It quickly
filled he area around his genitals with warm wetness that
seeped immediately down to cover his crotch and the bottom
of his butt where he was sitting.  The relief was terrific,
but Chad then realized that he would now have to deliver
himself into Emily and Joey's tender clutches.  He didn't
dare wait in case someone had noticed his tensing, becoming
still, and then relaxing.  One of the girls would probably
be thrilled to report him to the teacher, who would
immediately check his diaper, he imagined.  Heck, most of
the boys were probably mad enough at him to rat him out,
too.  Before that could happen, he quickly got up and
walked, humiliated, to the tape at the front of the class. 
His classmates noticed immediately and began whispering,
calling the attention of the other students to him.  Mrs.
Rose finally looked up.  "Yes, Chad," she said sweetly.  

"Um, Mrs. Rose, I, um, peed my diaper.  Can I please be
changed?"  He blushed crimson – it was harder to say than
he'd thought it would be.

"Of course you can have your diaper changed.  You peed it,
you said?  Emily, Joey, please come assume your
responsibility," Mrs. Rose ordered.

Once again he was helped up to the table and systematically
tied down.  Gloved, Emily pulled the diaper tabs and lowered
the front of the diaper, grimacing as the smell rose up. 
She folded the diaper and took it to the waste basket. 
Meanwhile, Joey was not at all pleased to be assigned butt
and genital wiping duty.  He showed his distaste by
scrubbing Chad's sore butt and genitals as roughly as he
thought he could get away with.  Chad winced repeatedly but
did not cry out, not wanting to look more like a baby than
he already did.  Joey finished by pressing hard on Chad's
scrotum and scrubbing extensively, then drifting down to
Chad's butt hole where he repeated his action.  Chad felt
like Joey was trying to scrub the skin off him.  Joey
finally decided he'd dragged the task out as long as he
dared and threw the towels in the trash.  Emily lotioned
Chad exactly like before, again bringing him to the brink of
orgasm and then leaving him unsatisfied.  Toward the end,
his small penis contracted twice, straining to reach orgasm,
but she let go of him and the urge subsided, causing Chad to
sigh in frustration.  "Irritating, isn't it?" Emily
whispered loud enough so that only he and Joey could hear. 
"I'm going to do that to you and not let you fire every
time!"

Returning to his seat, Chad worked quietly with the rest of
the class.  The jokes on her, he thought to himself.  I
can't 'fire,' anyway – I'm just a little baby dry-cummer. 
He brightened at the thought that apparently Emily didn't
know that.   At least the dry diaper felt good.  He hoped he
wouldn't have to pee again until time to go home – the last
thing he wanted was to give Joey and Emily another crack at
torturing him!

  
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