Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 18
by Chadlad

copyright 2006 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 18:  The Anatomy Lesson

Shortly after he'd been changed, Mrs. Rose announced it was
time for social studies.  "We'll start by handing in the
essays I assigned last week," she said.  Chad dug into his
desk to retrieve his essay, as did most of the other
students.  Joey's face, however, suddenly went white with
fear.  Mrs. Rose noted his discomfort right away. 
"Something wrong, Joey?" she asked.  

"I – I- I forgot mine," Joey said.  "I, I left it at home."  

"Really," Mrs. Rose said, making it sound like a statement
more than a question. "And where did you leave it at your
home?"

"Ummmmm, I left it by the door.  See, I was going to bring
it, so I put it by the door, and then my sister must have
opened the door and moved it, and, um, I forgot it.  I can
bring it tomorrow," he added hopefully.

"So if I called your mother right now, she'd find it by the
door," Mrs. Rose asked pointedly.


"Ummmmmm, I don't know," Joey said, sounding panicky.  "It
might have blown away or something."

"You never wrote it, did you," Mrs. Rose said with
certainty. "You never wrote it, and you just lied to me when
you said you forgot it."

Joey looked like a big, dumb dog whose master was angry.  He
wouldn't meet Mrs. Rose's eyes.  He tried again, "No,
really, it's by the door….. I mean, maybe it's in my room
….." he trailed off.  She wasn't buying this at all, and he
knew his mother wouldn't back him up if called.

"So, another assignment you forgot to do, Mr. Turpin?  And
do you know how many assignments you've 'forgotten' already
this year?"  

"I'm sorry," Joey pleaded.  "I'll bring it tomorrow."  

"That's what you said last time, and the time before, and
the time before that.  You're always sorry, it seems," she
said sarcastically.  She paused, and then looked him
straight in the eyes.  "I think it's time you got something
to be sorry about.  Stand up, young man!"  

Wary, Joey stood up.  "Get your nose up to the blackboard,
now, young man.  I'm going to collect these essays, then I
think we'll see if my hand can have more of an impression on
you than my threats have in the past."  A buzz of
electricity ran through the air, as all of the children
grasped the teacher's meaning.  Joey was about to get
spanked!  And everybody in class knew that all spanking were
now bare bottomed!  All of the girls experienced some level
of a thrill.  Most had dreamed about Joey's masculine
physique, and most had also wished to get a glimpse of the
things that made the substantial bulge in the front of his
jeans.  They could hardly wait to compare his boy parts with
Chad's and with those of their little brothers and the boys
they babysat for.  Even some of the boys were rather eager
to see how big and well-developed Joey's equipment was, and
just how much hair he had.  Some of the kids were also
wondering if he'd turn out to be a big baby like Chad when
the spanking started.

Mrs. Rose finished collecting the papers and sat them on her
desk.  Then she slowly pulled the spanking chair to the
center of the classroom and retrieved her spanking towel and
a small box, which she sat on the floor.  "Mr. Turpin," she
called to Joey.  "Please come over here and face your
classmates so that you can be properly prepared for your
spanking."  Turning slowly, Joey shuffled over to where she
stood.  His eyes glistened and his lip quivered, but unlike
Chad he looked resolute and determined.  Mrs. Rose
positioned him facing the class and ordered him to take off
his socks and shoes, as she had done with Chad.  Next, his
uniform polo shirt was lifted and whisked off over his head,
Joey obligingly raising his arms as she did so.  Her hands
went to the boy's pants button.  

Joey glared at Chad over the teacher's shoulder as she
unsnapped his pants button, lowered the zipper, and drew the
pants down to the boy's feet.  Unlike Chad's shameful
performance, Joey didn't resist the inevitable depanting. 
He simply raised one foot and then the other, standing there
in boxers awaiting his fate.  The class leaned forward in
anticipation, taking in his tight stomach, sturdy chest, and
hardly indented belly button before settling on the
substantial bulge of his crotch that even showed in the
baggy boxer shorts.  They could already see that Joey had
somewhat more than Chad in the boy department, and were
eager to see the details.  

Mrs. Rose, who didn't mind the opportunity to exam young Mr.
Turpin's pubescent body herself, was happy to oblige them. 
Hooking a finger over each side of his waistband, she
whisked his underpants off in one motion.  Joey dutifully
stepped out of them, and stood there fully exposed in front
of the class, just as Chad had the day before.  Like Chad,
he was trembling slightly and his face was bright red with
embarrassment, but unlike Chad he neither pled nor begged,
but stoically accepted his exposure.  

As Mrs. Rose straightened up to throw Joey's underpants in
the box with his other clothes, the class saw his equipment
clearly for the first time, and the strong contrast with
Chad's parts were clear.  First and most obvious, Joey was
uncircumcised.  His foreskin stretched over the head of his
penis, creating a bulge where it covered the head, then
tapering to a fleshy point that hung half an inch off the
tip.  The gaping openness of the tip of the foreskin
contrasted sharply with the neat slit that had been visible
in Chad's more exposed penis head.

Just as clear, though, was a difference in size.  Whereas
Chad was lucky to reach a full two inches when fully erect,
Joey's member was longer than that even in its currently
completely flaccid state.  It was also quite a bit wider,
and it hung out more prominently because it had to arch out
over the boy's bulging scrotum.  The latter was where Joey
most completely put Chad to shame.  The larger boy's scrotum
was almost adult-sized, with two good-sized orbs bulging out
each side of his dangling penis.  His whole package thrust
outward, as opposed to Chad's, which had tended to lie flat
against his groin.  In addition, in stark contrast to Chad's
completely smooth groin, Joey had a full complement of curly
black pubic hair.  He also had a few isolated hairs on his
scrotal sack.  Sherry, in the back, blurted out what many
other girls had been thinking.  "Why does his stuff look so
much different than Chad's?  It thought all boys were the
same, just like girls."  

Mrs. Rose smiled.  "Actually, dear, not all girls are the
same in appearance, any more than all boys are the same. 
Some girls have vulvas that are very narrow and look like
tight little furrows, whereas others have vulvas that are
looser and partially open.  Some have visible clitorises,
and other don't.  But you're right that boys vary in more
visible ways than girls, especially at this age.  Perhaps we
should use this opportunity to demonstrate some of the ways
boys of this age can differ.  Mr. Henson, will you please
come to the front of the class and stand beside Mr. Turpin?" 
Reluctantly, Chad stood and walked into position.  He had a
feeling he knew what was coming next.  Sure enough, the
teacher quickly positioned his hands behind his head just
like Joey's, and pulled both tabs of his diaper, letting it
fall to the floor.  Even though he'd already been exposed to
the class several times, he still hated standing bare for
everyone to observe.  Now, though, he felt especially self-
conscious because of his feelings of inadequacy in
comparison to the much more mature Joey.  

"Now the first thing to notice," Mrs. Rose said, taking her
pointer from the blackboard, "is that Chad, here, is
circumcised, whereas Joey, here, is not."  She tapped the
end of each boy's penis in turn, causing each of their
organs to jump in response.  The class laughed at the
identical responses.  "Being circumcised means that this
piece of skin that covers Joey's penis and comes to a point
was cut off of Chad, probably when he was an infant.  But
Joey still has his.  It covers the head of his penis when
it's soft, but when his penis becomes erect as I'm sure it
often does at his age, the head of his penis will stick out
of the foreskin, and then it will look much like Chad's.  He
can also pull it back to make the head come out of it. 
Joey, pull back your foreskin and show the class."  Joey bit
his lip, then reluctantly lowered his right hand and pulled
back his foreskin, partially uncovering the head of his
penis for the class to see.  Mrs. Rose spoke sharply.  "Pull
it all the way back, young man, so the girls can see it
all."  Joey jumped and complied, uncovering the entire head
of his organ.  Mrs. Rose used her pointer again.  "See how
the head of his penis looks just like Chad's when it's
uncovered?  And this little slit in the end is the hole he
pees through, just as is the case with Chad."  She indicated
each boy's pee slit in turn.

She pointed at each boys' balls next.  "This is the scrotum,
class, where the boys' testicles are found.  They have to be
outside the body because the inside of the body is too hot
for sperm cells to grow.  Of course, Chad is much too
immature to make sperm cells, anyway, but I'm sure that a
mature boy like Joey can.  Boys, hold your penises against
your stomachs so that the children can see your scrotums
more clearly."  Both boys hesitantly grasped their penises
with thumb and forefinger and lifted them, completely
revealing their scrotums.  The contrast between the two was
huge.  Chad's, as was usual when he was embarrassed or
frightened, had shriveled to the size of a largish, wrinkled
plum bulging gently out from his groin, his little-boy balls
filling out each side.   But Joey's much larger scrotum hung
down a considerable distance, his man-sized testes filling
out the bottom and making it swing pendulously whenever he
shifted his weight from one foot to another.  

Mrs. Rose pointed first at Chad's scrotum, than at Joey's. 
"As you can see, class," she said, "there are some striking
differences between these boys in this area in terms of
size.  Young Chad, here, still has a little boy scrotum that
is only slightly bigger than it would have been when he was
three.  Its reddish color and the fact that it is a bit
bigger than that of a 3-year-old tells us that he is just
beginning the changes of puberty.  Mr. Turbin, however, is
obviously well into puberty and has much more impressive
testes.  I doubt if I'd be exaggerating if I were to suggest
that you could fit Chad's entire scrotum into just one side
of Joey's," she noted, to the amusement of most of the class
members.  Joey stood up straighter and almost looked proud
before remembering the circumstances he was in.  Then he
looked daggers at Chad instead.  "Note that his scrotum is
also darker than Chad's, and the skin is rougher.  

You probably also can see another difference in this area –
although Mr. Henson, here," again aiming the pointer at
Chad's genitals, "is as smooth-skinned as a toddler, Mr.
Turpin," shifting the pointer, "has a number of small hairs
growing on his scrotum."  She waited a moment for the
students to observe the contrast between the two boys, then
ordered Chad and Joey to release their penises and put their
hands behind their heads.  Once they were settled, she
continued her comparisons.  Rapping her pointer against
Joey's triangle of curly black hair, she commented, "As you
can see, the more mature male already has an impressive
patch of pubic hair.  This hair will spread out more as he
matures, moving higher unto the lower part of his stomach. 
Chad, by contrast, has no visible pubic hair at all yet, and
may not for some time."  She rapped her pointer against
Chad's bald groin for emphasis.

Emily leaned forward in her chair at this point, studying
both boy's genitals from just a few feet away.  "You're
right, Mrs. Rose," she said after staring at Chad's crotch
long enough that his balls started to itch,  "Chad is bald
as a baby's bottom!"  

Chad blushed, hoping the boy anatomy lesson was now at an
end, but Mrs. Rose wasn't through humiliating him yet.  "Now
turn around, you two, spread your legs apart, and grasp your
ankles."  Joey looked at Chad with pure loathing.  Chad
turned around, partly to avoid the anger in the older boy's
gaze, and presented his bare butt to the class once again. 
Joey reluctantly followed, then both boys slowly bent down
and seized their own ankles tightly, jutting their two naked
bottoms out toward the class.  Mrs. Rose observed their
positions, then prodded each boy, one at a time, on the legs
with her pointer.  "Legs farther apart, Chad – you too,
Joey.  We want your classmates to get a good view."  She
continued to prod their legs farther apart, until both boy's
butts were spread wide open and the class members had an
unobstructed view of their tight anuses and the bulges of
their scrotums between their legs.  Chad's ball sack, as
usual, looked from this angle like a wrinkled ping-pong ball
had been glued in the center of the inverted V of his legs. 
Joey's scrotum hung down like a double-sided pendulum, the
left ball slightly higher than the right, swaying between
his larger thighs.  

Another difference was also striking from this angle. Almost
half of Joey's penis was visible from the rear, swaying
slightly as the boy continued shifting his weight from one
foot to another in what was, after all, and embarrassing and
uncomfortable position.  Chad's small penis what not visible
at all through his widely spread legs, being totally
obscured by his little plum of a scrotum.

Mrs. Rose quickly pointed out these contrasts.   Putting her
pointer into service again, she prodded Chad's exposed anus. 
"This is the boy's anus, or what you kids call his butt hole
or other more vulgar terms.  It is, of course, the place
solid wastes emerge from the body.  One of the things you
probably noticed right away is that this boy's anus is not
as darkly colored as this one's," she said, switching her
pointer to Joey's exposed hole, and deliberately prodding it
sharply enough to make him flinch.  "This is probably due
more to the boys having different skin coloring than to
their obvious differences in physical maturity.  You've also
probably noted that young Mr. Turpin has some pigmentation
in his bottom crack where his buttocks touch when he is
standing, whereas Mr. Henson's inner cheeks are as white as
the rest of his skin.  I'm willing to bet that this is
because Mr. Turpin does a great deal of jogging, and has
developed what is known as 'runner's butt.'  Runner's butt
is caused by the boy's buttocks rubbing together, and is
found in boys who run extensively.  How much running do you
do, Mr. Turpin?" she inquired.

Joey, acutely embarrassed at the public unveiling of a
characteristic that he was not, himself pleased to have,
muttered, "I do five miles a day.  I'm in track."

"See, I knew I was right.  Whereas Mr. Henson here has the
kind of soft, unpigmented bottom that would suggest that the
most exercise he gets is walking to and from the front of
the class to have his diaper changed," Mrs. Rose quipped. 
She shifted her pointer back to Joey's anus and waved it in
a small circle.  "Those of you who are close to the front
can also probably see that Mr. Turpin has a few small hairs
sprouting around his anus, whereas Mr. Henson has not yet
developed this unsightly male trait due to his extreme
physical immaturity."  Joey blushed all the way down to his
chest at this last remark.  People were looking at his butt-
hole hairs!  He was going to kill that Henson for getting
him into this!  

"Overall, of course, it is also obvious that this more
mature boy's bottom is bigger and more muscular than this
little boy's," Mrs. Rose added, waving her pointer first
over Joey's bottom and then over Chad's.  "Because Joey's
bottom is bigger and more muscular than that of the little
boy I spanked yesterday, I will be spanking him quite
differently.  All boys, regardless of age, have the same
number of nerve endings running from their bottoms to their
spinal cords.  The neurons connect there to other neurons
that run to the somatosensory cortex in their brains.  
Every time a naughty boy is given a well-deserved spank on
his bare bottom, sensory neurons in his bottom are
stimulated where that spank lands and relay that stimulation
to his brain.  The bigger the area of his bottom that is
stimulated, the more pain he feels.  Of course, how much
pain the boy feels is also determined by how hard I spank
him, how tough his bottom is, and by whether a paddle is
used and if so what sort of paddle is used.  But we won't
get into that now."

She paused a moment and studied the two uncomfortable boys
still bent over and grabbing their ankles in front of the
class.  Both were swaying a bit more than before, and were
panting from the effort of being bent almost double for a
long period of time.  Joey was beginning to sweat from the
effort of remaining in position, and little beads of sweat
were beginning to slide down the space between his buns and
gather on his pendulous sack.  Chad's anus, on the other
hand, had begun slowly clenching and relaxing, almost in
rhythm with his breathing, to the great amusement of all the
children watching.  Mrs. Rose smiled at the boy's
discomfort.  She'd let the two of them stew in this most
embarrassing of positions a bit longer. 

She continued her lecture to the class. "The important point
is that when I spank a little boy like Chad here, my hand
covers a bigger proportion of his little butt with every
blow than it would on of a big boy like this one.  Watch
while I demonstrate."  She put the pointer down on the floor
and walked between the boys.  They eyed her uncertainly from
their uncomfortable positions.  Placing her left arm firmly
around Joey's midsection, she raised her hand and brought it
down hard upon the boy's left buttock.  Joey lurched forward
and briefly lost hold of his ankles, uttering a startled
yelp.  At a warning look from Mrs. Rose, however, he quickly
got back in position.  She then walked around the now
trembling Chad, and circled his midsection with her left
arm.  Chad quailed and tried to straighten up, but she
merely gripped him more firmly. "Hold still and try to act
your age," she said as she landed an equally hard spank on
Chad's his left buttock.  Chad started to sniffle.  She
stepped back.  "Stay in position boys," she commented. 
"That is, unless you'd like some more!"  

A few tears trickled down the Chad's face as he struggled to
control himself, but Joey merely grabbed his ankles more
resolutely.  Mrs. Rose pointed to each of their butts in
turn.  A dark pink hand print had appeared on Joey's light
brown buttock, and a matching red handprint had appeared on
Chad's bottom, surrounded by the pink glow that was still
remaining from his recent spankings.  "And you can see,
class," Mrs. Rose said picking up her pointer again, "my
hand print covers almost all of this little boy's buttock,
but only about a third of this bigger boy's buttock.  Thus,
with the same blow I stimulated many more of Chad's neurons
than I did on Joey.  That is one reason why Chad is now
crying  a little bit from this one blow, whereas Joey is
clearly not.  Of course, that's not the only reason.  It's
also the case that some boys are just bigger babies than
others, and cry more easily.  In this case, that is
undoubtedly also a factor.  Stand up and turn around, boys,
so the children can see the difference between your
reactions to the same blow."

Both boys stood up, their bodies welcoming release from
their previous uncomfortable position.  They turned to face
the class, their contrasting genitals once again on display. 
"I'm explaining all this to you children, and that includes
you two as well, because I want you to understand why the
Mr. Turpin here will be receiving a much longer and harder
spanking than I gave Mr. Henson yesterday, even though Mr.
Henson's transgression was much more severe.  The reasons
Mr. Turpin's spanking will be longer and harder are very
simple.  Every time I spanked Chad on his smaller and more
immature little bottom, the blows stimulated more neurons
that an equivalent spank would on Joey.  In order to cause
an equivalent amount of pain, so that the spankings are
administered fairly, I must spank boys who have bigger or
more mature bottoms longer and harder."  She looked around
the room.  "That means that if I were to have to spank Mr.
Marco's rather large bottom," she said, indicating the
chubbiest of the 7th graders, "he can expect to receive a
longer and harder spanking that someone with a much smaller
and more childish bottom, such as Mr. Chen." She paused,
satisfied with her explanation.  Marco looked quite
displeased to be singled out as a boy who would receive a
particularly hard and long spanking.  Turning to Chad, Mrs.
Rose said, "we're done with you now Mr. Henson.  Please wipe
away your tear and hand me your diaper, so that I may put it
on you and you can return to your seat."

She quickly replaced Chad's diaper and aimed him toward his
row, slapping him sharply on his diapered butt to send him
scampering off.  He settled into his seat, grateful to no
longer be the center of attention, and turned his own
attention to the still naked Joey and his upcoming spanking.