Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 19
by Chadlad

copyright 2006 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 19:  Mrs. Rose Makes an Impression

The anatomy lesson completed, Mrs. Rose turned to Joey. 
"Let's get down to business, young man," she said with
finality.  She then picked up her spanking towel, settled
herself on the wooden chair, and placed the towel over her
lap.  

"Joey Turpin, you have failed to turn in your homework when
assigned, and you lied to try to avoid punishment when I
asked you the reason why your homework was not turned in. 
Failure to submit homework will not be tolerated in this
classroom. Accordingly, I have determined that you need to
receive a hard spanking on your bare bottom in order to
teach you the importance of finishing your assignments. 
Because you also lied to avoid punishment, the length of
your spanking will be extended to last until blisters appear
on your bottom."  Joey's consternation at that announcement
was clear to everyone despite his attempt at manly
unconcern.  Chad understood completely – being spanked until
your bottom was blistered took a long time, especially if
you were the person being spanked!  And all spankings hurt,
but blisterings hurt a lot!  And the blisters continued to
hurt at least through the next day, as he had found out from
personal experience.  His own bottom was mildly
uncomfortable even now, despite the padding of his diaper.

At the front of the class, Mrs. Rose was motioning Joey over
her lap.  As Chad and the rest of the class watched, Joey
swallowed hard a couple of times, and then turned sideways
and began getting into the little-boy spanking position.  As
he was quite a lot taller than Chad, Joey found it easier to
get on his knees first beside his teacher's legs, and then
bend at the waist to place his abdomen across her lap.  He
allowed his arms to hang straight down the other side.  His
large body looked rather incongruous draped over his
teacher's lap in such a submissive posture.  

"Now remember," Mrs. Rose said, much as she had said to Chad
the day before, "a boy being spanked in my class must remain
over my lap until his spanking is completed, or receive
additional spankings.  Don't try to protect your bottom with
your hands at any point during your spanking.  You may
wiggle, kick, and cry as long as your wiggling and kicking
doesn't interfere with my ability to continue spanking your
naughty bottom.  If you fail to keep your hands and feet out
of the way during your spanking, I will immediately switch
to the paddle for the remainder of your punishment and I may
possibly also give you an additional spanking tomorrow.  Is
that clear, young man?"  

"Yes, Ma'am," Joey replied, looking at the floor.  "I'll
hold still until you're done.  I'm not a baby like some
people I could name.  I won't pee on you, either."  Without
her prompting, he separated his legs and arched his butt up
to make it a better target, then bit his lip and waited
stoically.

Chad found this whole experience incredibly enlightening. 
Now he could see just what sort of spectacle he'd presented
yesterday.  From his position on the left side of the
classroom, most of Joey's bare butt was clearly visible.  He
looked on with interest and anticipation as Mrs. Rose raised
her hand and brought it down sharply on the boy's
unprotected right butt cheek.  The crack of her hand was
followed by a quick tensing of Joey's muscular butt, as well
as a little whoosh of air escaping his lungs, but nothing
else.  Unlike Chad, he didn't cry out until the tenth spank,
at which point a soft grunt escaped him when he tensed his
butt.  His grunts got louder with the next 8 spanks.  

On the 19th spank, Joey couldn't hold back any more. 
"Owwww!" he blurted.  He bit his lip for the next few
spanks, merely stiffening and grunting on each one, but on
the 23rd spank gave up trying to be stoic.  "Owwww, it
hurts!"  he gasped.  The next several spanks were each
accompanied by an "Owwwwww!" as well, even though it was
clear he was trying to control himself.  

Mrs. Rose smiled grimly, following her plan.  She knew from
past experience any boy could be broken, no matter how
physically mature or tough he was.  Little boys like Chad
were easy.  With the little guys she started out spanking
hard, knowing that as soon as their little butts started to
burn, they would be bawling like babies. With a tough-guy
boy like Joey, a more subtle psychological approach was
called for.   She would start out with more moderate spanks,
deliberately spanking less hard than normal to give them the
false belief that they would be able to tough it out without
crying the entire spanking.  She would continue at that
level for awhile, spreading her spanks out to create an
uncomfortable burn all over the entire spanking area.  Then,
just as they'd started to convince themselves they could be
little macho men and make it through without crying, she
would suddenly increase the strength and tempo of her blows. 
The sudden change in level of pain usually caught them by
surprise, just as it had with Joey.  This usually caused
them to cry out, and once they started crying out most found
it hard to stop.  

Having gotten him to the point of crying out, she knew that
it was only a matter of time before she would break him.  It
was time for the final step. Mrs. Rose picked up both the
tempo and the intensity of her spanking once more, and
stopped spreading the spanks out and started striking
several times in a row in exactly the same spot, then moving
to another spot and repeating the process.  This, she know
from the reactions of boys in the past, massively increased
the pain each successive blow created.  Joey's will to
control himself dissolved in the face of this barrage.  His
"Owwwws" increased in loudness and intensity until, to the
amazement of the class, big, tough Joey Turpin was crying!
He also, Chad noted, began thrashing back and forth as if
hoping to escape the teacher's stinging hand, and his legs
alternately scissored and thumped the floor.  

His arms, which he'd kept still prior to this, were now in
motion.  As Chad had done, he began grasping the air, his
fingers curling and his arms thrashing with each additional
spank.  Chad was fascinated by the progression of color on
Joey's originally light brown butt as the spanking
proceeded.  At first, you could see Mrs. Rose's individual
hand prints on each of his buns, but as the spanking
continued his entire butt become blotched with red, and then
the centers of each bun became a solid red that slowly
spread to the sides and bottom.  

The spanking went on an on.  Joey continued to cry more and
more loudly, but Mrs. Rose showed no signs of letting up. By
Chad's count, Joey had already received almost 150 spanks,
and Mrs. Rose was demonstrating that she can make even the
biggest, toughest boy in her classroom into a small,
begging, crying child.  The other boys, who hadn't been
spanked yet that year, looked on in dismay.  If Joey was
crying like that, what would they do in his place?  A number
revised their opinion of Chad's behavior the day before,
viewing him with a bit more respect than they had.  

By this point a small spatter of tears had accumulated on
the floor in the vicinity of Joey's face, along with a
larger puddle directly under it.  Just when Joey was
thinking his butt couldn't possible hurt any more, Mrs. Rose
shifted her pattern once again, spanking Joey repeatedly
just on the lower center of his butt, right over the boy's
tightly clenched anus.  This brought new protests from Joey,
mixed in with his cries. He shrieked and yelped with each
spank, begging her to stop.  "Please ---- ahhhhhhhhhhhh!  It
hurts!------ ahhhhhhhh ------Don't -------ahhhhhhhh ------
Stop, please!"  he gasped.  

Mrs. Rose paused and then went into her favorite finishing
move for a hand spanking.  She liked to conclude on the big
boys with  three super hard spanks, one to each bun, and one
in the middle lower section.  The latter was designed to
sting all the way into the boy's crack.  She delivered each
by raising her hand above her head and bringing it crashing
down with a loud crack like a rifle shot. Joey arched his
back and shot his legs straight out behind him as the first
one landed, letting out a howl similar to those Chad had
made the day before.  She patiently waited until his legs
relaxed again, which took several seconds, then delivered
the second spank to the other side of his butt.  Joey howled
and his legs shot out again.  She waited patiently until
they dropped again, then delivered her final blow, aiming
right for the lower center and giving it all she had. 
Joey's whooping hit new levels, and he remained tensed,
overcome with pain, for at least 5 seconds before collapsing
limply across her lap.  

Mrs. Rose let Joey lie across her for several minutes, his
howling diminishing, while she vigorously massaged his pain-
filled butt.  By Chad's reckoning, she'd given nearly 200
spanks, more spanks than he'd gotten in yesterday's spanking
and paddling combined.

Finally, Mrs. Rose decided to get on with the afternoon. 
She nudged Joey to his feet and looked down at the towel on
her lap, checking for wetness.  "Nice and dry, young man,"
she said, loud enough for the class to hear over Joey's now
greatly diminished protests of pain.  "I'm glad to see that
at least one of you boys has control over his bladders.  You
more infantile children could learn from him."  Everyone
looked at Chad, some of the boys snickering.  

Chad, although chagrined by her remark, was fascinated by
Joey's appearance, as Mrs. Rose turned him to face the
class.  His eyes were all puffy and swollen.  His cheeks
were bright red and covered with a mixture of tears and
snot, which was running freely from his nose and puddling in
the sparse adolescent hairs above his upper lip.  Looking
lower, Chad noted that, rather than shrinking as his had,
Joey's wiener had become half-hard during the spanking, and
was now sticking out at an angle from his body.  It had
grown thicker as well, and it appeared the girls, especially
Emily, were quite impressed.  Actually, Chad had to admit
that he was impressed as well.


Mrs. Rose let them look at the front of the recently
chastised adolescent boy for several minutes before rotating
him to give them a good view of his well-spanked bottom. 
Now Chad understood how he must have looked yesterday when
placed on display.  The tight, muscular adolescent butt was
bright red all over and had quite a number of small
blisters, especially in the lower crack and in the centers
of each bun.  The entire surface of Joey's bottom was now
rough and bumpy looking.  Despite the fact that he already
controlled his crying to the point where he was only
uttering an occasional hiccup, Joey was still trembling
slightly, and he obviously was having to fight to keep his
hands behind his head and to avoid reaching back and trying
to comfort his burning bottom.  He bounced up and down
slightly as he tried to adjust to the continuous burn. After
Mrs. Rose had allowed them a good long look at his well
spanked bottom, she turned him back around to face them and
began bustling around the classroom, putting things away.  

Chad noticed for the first time that the gentle bouncing of
Joey's body was causing the boy's half-hard wiener to bounce
gently as well, while the same time his substantial ball
sack swayed gently from side to side.  "Is that how I looked
afterward?" he whispered to Cynthia sitting next to him.  

"Yeah," she whispered back.  "But you cried harder, and your
face was puffier.  And you had snot all over you face, not
just a little like Joey has.  And your butt with red like
that, but not as blistered in the middle the first time.  Of
course after you got paddled it was a more blistered than
that."  And," she added, almost as an afterthought, "of
course, your little wiener and boy bag are much smaller so
they didn't stick out like that -- we could hardly see your
bag afterwards, and your wiener was just a little circle
with a slit in it."  She paused.  "I've been wanting to ask
you – how do you pee with it that way?  Isn't it hard to
hold onto?" 

"It's not always that small," he hissed, his pride hurt. 
Too late, he realized that she already knew that – after
all, Emily had made him hard twice that day with her
lotioning of his privates.  Her grin at his lame reply
showed she had been teasing him.  He should have realized
that everyone in the classroom was thoroughly aware of how
his little penis looked both hard and soft. 

"Don't look so unhappy," she consoled him.  "Joey's stuff
may be much bigger, but I still like yours better.  It's so
much cuter!  And he's got all that hair on him!  I think
boys look better nice and smooth, like you!  Besides, he's
got hair around his doo-doo hole!  Think how gross that
would be!  I bet that makes it hard to wipe when he goes
poo!  I mean, all you boys' doo-doo holes are gross, all
wrinkly and puckered up like that, but at least yours is
neat and clean looking."

Chad was somewhat gratified to hear that Cynthia found his
genitals cute, if smallish.  It was even nice to know that
she thought his poo hole was 'neat and clean looking' even
if she did think it was wrinkly and gross.  He let himself
fantasize for a moment what it would have been like if he'd
drawn her name out of the box instead of Emily's.  It might
be fun to have Cynthia cleaning him up and rubbing lotion
all over his privates!  Maybe he'd be lucky and draw her
name tomorrow.

Joey, meanwhile, was completely done with crying and was now
standing glaring at all the children in humiliation, as if
he blamed them that he had been forced to cry in front of
them.  As Chad had done the day before, he tentatively
raised his hand.  "Yes, Joey," Mrs. Rose responded. 

"I'm done crying from my spanking now.  May I go to the
corner?"  

Mrs. Rose got up and took some tissues from the box on her
desk.  As she had done with Chad, she wiped the boy's face
and the spots he'd gotten on his abdomen, finishing by
swiping off the boy's half-hard penis.  "Don't forget your
apology to the class for having to watch you get spanked and
for having to look at your disgusting bottom and boy parts,"
she admonished.

Joey sighed, then looked at a space over everyone's head. 
"I'm sorry you had to watch me get spanked, and that you had
to look at my disgusting hairy butt and butt hole and my
hairy dick and balls," he said.  Mrs. Rose frowned at the
terms he used, but considered the current ruined state of
the boy's butt and the tired state of her hand and arm and
decided to let it slide.  Joey was dismissed to the corner,
where he sat gingerly, raised his feet to the required rung,
and then stared resolutely at the wall, shifting
uncomfortably from side to side trying to find a part of his
butt to sit on that didn't hurt quite so much.

Shortly after Joey had settled himself uncomfortably in the
corner, Chad became aware that he was going to have to pee
his diaper again.  There was still an hour and a half of
school, so there was no way he could hold it.  He would just
have to go ahead and go, even if that meant Emily got her
hands on him again.  He was going to have to stop drinking
things at lunchtime, he thought to himself.  He shifted
uncomfortably, drawing Cynthia's attention.  "Does your butt
still hurt from getting spanked?"  She asked.  "Or do you
have to pee again?"  

"I have to pee," Chad whispered back.  

"Spread your legs, so I can see," she whispered.  "I want to
watch while you do it."

For reasons he couldn't quite understand.  Chad found the
idea of this girl watching him pee his diaper strangely
erotic.  "OK," he whispered.  "I'm going to go now."  He
spread his legs wide, so the girl had a clear view of the
front of his diaper.  Leaning back a bit, he relaxed,
letting the full contents of his bladder surge out of him. 
Wet warmth immediately surrounded his genitals and spread
down to the cheeks of his butt.  

Cynthia looked on with excited, dancing eyes. "You did it,
didn't you?" Cynthia said excitedly.  "I saw you tightening
your stomach muscles at the end, and each time you did that
the front of your diaper jumped!  Was that your wiener that
made it jump?  Is it hard?  I think the front of your diaper
got thicker, too."  Chad didn't answer her questions about
his privates and what they did when he peed, he simply rose
and walked around to the front of the classroom, putting
both of his front feet up to the tape and raising his hand,
as he had been instructed.  

Immediately, Mrs. Rose said, "Oh dear.  I'm afraid young
Chad has wet himself again, and will need to be changed.  Or
did you make a poo in your diaper instead?"  

"No, ma'am," Chad said glumly.  Now that the excitement of
peeing his diaper in front of the Cynthia had gone, he faced
the prospect of Emily manhandling him.  "I peed my diaper,"
he said as instructed.  "May I please be changed?"  

Mrs. Rose looked to the corner were Joey was still shifting
uncomfortably on his bare, well-spanked butt.  "I'm afraid
young Mr. Turpin is still tending to his own sore bottom,
and won't be able to help clean up yours.  Would you please
pick another one of your classmates to help change your
diaper?"  

"Does it have to be another boy?" Chad asked.  "Well,
usually we have a boy and a girl do it," Mrs. Rose replied,
"but since you've been so obedient today in helping with the
anatomy lesson, I'll let you choose anyone you want for the
rest of the day."

Chad looked around the room, locking eyes with Cynthia.  He
didn't hesitate.  "Cynthia, would you please come up and
help change my diaper?"  He asked shyly.  Cynthia
practically bolted to the front of the room, and helped
Emily set up the diaper cart.  Chad climbed on, obligingly
placing his arms in position to be strapped down and lifting
each of his legs of the girls could strap them down too. 
Emily, who already had gloves on, immediately pulled the
tapes on the front of his diaper, trying to maximize his
humiliation as much as possible by exposing his privates as
quickly as she could.  Chad realized that his byplay with
Cynthia had given him a raging boner, so that his small
penis stood at full attention as soon as the diaper was
removed.  

Cynthia looked at Chad's penis the way a dog looks at a
Snausage.  She immediately said to Emily, "Since you've
already done the diaper removal, you do the clean up, and
I'll do the lotion and put on his new diaper."  Emily's
scowl showed that she realized she'd been outmaneuvered by
the rival girl.  She was going to miss out on her favorite
part, tormenting Chad with lotion!  Angrily, she decided she
would make him pay.  She dropped the diaper in the trash can
and ripped some baby wipes out of the container.  Gripping
the boy's penis in her gloved hand, she squeezed it hard and
pulled upward on it, lifting Chad's butt higher in the air. 
Chad bit his lower lip to keep from giving her the pleasure
of knowing how much the base of his wiener hurt as she did
this.  She scrubbed the surface of his still slightly sore
butt as if she was trying to start a fire on it, working it
over vigorously until its entire surface was pinker than
before.  Then she grabbed another wipe and went to work on
the boy's balls, grinding each one into his pelvis
repeatedly, this time causing howls of protest from Chad. 
"Stop!  Stop!  That hurts!"  Chad cried out.  His little
balls ached, and he was getting a sharp pain in the base of
his penis.  It wondered if it was possible for Emily to
actually rip his penis out of his body.

"Mr. Henson, I believe I told you that you are not to speak
unless instructed," Mrs. Rose said with disapproval.  "I
should spank your bare bottom right now!  But in this case,
I'm willing to be lenient, because I realize you boys are
sensitive when it comes to your little testes and penises. 
Emily, I think you've washed this little boy's scrotum
enough.  And relax your grip a bit with your other hand –
you're just holding his little penis out of the way, not
testing it for tensile strength.  You know, it's possible to
be too enthusiastic, dear," Mrs. Rose said.  

Reluctantly, Emily stopped torturing his balls and released
his penis, making a few swipes over it with the wipes and,
as soon as Mrs. Rose glanced at the class a moment, yanking
it hard a couple of times.  It isn't fair, she thought to
herself.  This might be the last chance she'd get in a while
to tease stupid Chad's stupid little dick.  Tomorrow they'd
pick someone else!  But she didn't want to push her luck and
earn any more disapproval from Mrs. Rose, so, reluctantly,
she gathered her used baby wipes and took them to the trash. 


To Chad's surprise, her rough treatment of his genitals had
just made his little penis harder.  The mushroom head had
swollen to bigger than he had ever seen it. Cynthia, finally
having gotten her gloves on, now took over.  She gently
rubbed the soothing lotion over his butt, spending some time
making little circles on his wrinkled anus that made his
wiener jump, surreptitiously slipping a fingertip in the
orifice briefly during one pass.  She then very gently
rubbed lotion into his still aching balls, working her way
up the base of his penis to the head.  

Putting more lotion on her hands, she wrapped the small hand
around the boy's penis, circling her index finger and thumb
around just under the head just the way he liked to do
himself. Chad wondered idly how she knew to do that. 
Squeezing just the right amount, she gave him two rapid
strokes with circled thumb and forefinger, and that was
enough.  Squeezing his butt as much as he could with his
legs tied beside its head, Chad lost control and contracted
his pelvic muscles rhythmically, grunting as his little
penis jumped several times.  He thrust his small hips as far
as he could, which wasn't far, and his little anal sphincter
winked convulsively several times at the class.  He held the
last contraction, shuddered, and then started breathing
again. As the waves of pleasure passed, Chad began to think
clearly again.  He suddenly realized that Cynthia had just
made him cum in front of the entire class.  He wondered idly
if either of them would be in trouble because of it, but his
usual post-orgasm feeling of well-being had settled over
him.  He couldn't, for the moment, get himself worked up
enough to care. 

Meanwhile, a girl in the front of the class asked, "Mrs.
Rose, did Chad just have a seizure or something?"  

"No," Mrs. Rose said patiently.  "Chad just got too excited
and did what boys do when their penises are over-stimulated. 
He had what is called an orgasm.  Boys and men have orgasms
when they're sexually stimulated, in order to ejaculate
semen into their partners so that the sperm cells in the
semen can join with egg cells in the partner to create new
babies.  If Chad wasn't so immature," she went on, "he
undoubtedly would have ejaculated semen as well.  Had that
been the case, you would have seen him squirt liquid out of
his penis, probably hitting himself in the face given his
current position."  She smiled as the class laughed at the
image of Chad shooting himself in the face with liquid from
his penis.  When the laughter settled down, she continued. 
"Many of you boys do produce semen, I'm sure, but Chad is
obviously too underdeveloped for that to happen yet, so he
had what is called a dry orgasm."  

Having finished her lesson on ejaculation and male orgasms,
she looked at Cynthia.  "We don't like to make a practice of
stimulating boys to orgasm during diapering, because
diapering is supposed to be a punishment, and boy find
orgasms highly pleasurable," she said sternly.

"Cynthia looked contrite.  "I'm sorry, Mrs. Rose," she
pleaded immediately.  "I was just trying to make sure I got
lotion on him everywhere!  I didn't mean to make him
orgasm."  Chad was fairly sure that was a bald-faced lie,
but he wasn't going to contest the point.  "At least he's
too young to make a mess," she added helpfully.

"It's all right this one time," said Mrs. Rose to Cynthia. 
"It's probably not completely your fault, anyway.  Boys with
immature genitals like Chad often are hair-triggered, so
that it takes very little stimulation set them off.  Chad's
penis is so small and immature that it probably doesn't take
much at all.  He's not the first little boy to lose control
of himself in my class, you know.  Why, a few years ago I
had a little boy not much bigger than Chad over my lap,
giving him a good bare bottomed spanking, and he actually
orgasmed right in the middle of the spanking!  Of course,
it's possible that other boys have orgasmed before while
being spanked and I just didn't notice.  You've seen the way
little boys flail about and contract their bottoms while
being spanked bare bottomed!  But in this case, his genitals
were much bigger and more mature than Chad's, so when he
orgasmed he ejaculated semen.  I realized what he had done
when he stood up afterward and his mess was on my towel! 
Can you imagine the nerve of a boy to have an orgasm on his
teacher while being spanked?"

"What did you do about it?"  Emily asked from the front row,
her eyes shining.  "Did you paddle him?"

Mrs. Rose paused, reflecting on the memory.  She remembered
the day clearly.  She'd had the nurse bring the diaper cart
and she'd cleaned the humiliated boy up, being as rough with
his genitals as possible during the process.  After that,
she had decided to make him an example to the other boys,
and had left him tied to the diaper cart while she'd
retrieved her wooden spanking ruler.  She remembered her
excitement at the boy's eyes becoming big as she showed him
the ruler and pronounced that he needed to be punished on
the parts that had behaved offensively.  And when he'd
protested loudly, she'd taken his underpants out of the
clothing box and crammed them in his mouth to muffle his
squeals.  He'd wiggled and squirmed while she took his
flaccid penis and laid it up on his stomach and took aim at
the twisted knot of skin just under the pee slit.  Then, oh
how he'd shrieked, even through the underpants gag, when
she'd landed three quick blows on his boy parts, the first
on the limp little penis, and then one on each side of the
bulging little scrotum.  

Of course, there'd been trouble over that.  The boy's penis
had developed edema and his testes had swollen to adult size
afterward.  In fact, she'd almost been suspended for failure
to use a board-approved genital punishment device, and for
failure to get approval from the principal and from the
parents before administering a genital punishment.  The
board had firmly pointed out to her that she was extremely
lucky.  A wooden ruler might have permanently damaged the
delicate spongy tissues of the boy's penis, and she might
easily have struck the boy's testes hard enough to cause
permanent damage as well.  As a direct consequence, the
board had purchased special genital punishment equipment. 
The equipment had not been used since its purchase, but she
and most of the other teachers been trained to use it, and
she was looking forward to the day she could go to the
principal and fill out the genital punishment request on
some hapless male miscreant, make a quick parental phone
call, and then put her training to use!  That would make
these boys toe the line!  She remembered with pleasure how
all the boys in her class had walked on eggshells the rest
of that year, obeying every command!  

Mrs. Rose realized she'd been staring into space for a
moment, and the whole class was waiting for her answer. 
"Oh, he was a very sorry little boy when I was finished with
him!"  Mrs. Rose said.  "Let's just say I punished the part
of him that had made the mess.  You better believe he never
had an orgasm on me after that!" 

"You mean you can punish boys on their privates?"  Emily
asked, breathing harder with excitement.  "Really?"

"Yes indeed," Mrs. Rose said with satisfaction.  "So you
boys had better watch your steps." Around the classroom,
boys' hands unconsciously cupped their crotches, and all
vowed not to get even a little bit excited while being
spanked by Mrs. Rose.

"Anyway, you girls sometimes can't help it if a boy like
Chad gets over excited when you touch him.  Even the
immature ones with little boy genitals, like Chad, sometimes
just go off on you.  But just to be sure, Cynthia, I'm not
going to put your name in the box tomorrow when I pick
Chad's diaper attendants.  You can consider that your
punishment for giving him pleasure when he was supposed to
be punished."  Cynthia smiled gratefully, and swiftly
diapered Chad again.  Chad was relieved that he wasn't going
to be punished for losing control, but red faced that
everyone in class had seen him orgasm.  Worse yet, they all
had seen with their own eyes that he was still a dry cummer! 
Now he really had no secrets from anyone!  

As he walked back to his seat, he had to endure the jibes of
the children he passed.  "Great Show, Henson."  One of the
boys said.  "I didn't think a dinky dick like you could
cum!"  

"I hope you do that the next time you're diapered" another
girl whispered.  "I love the way you squeeze your little
butt and grunt." 

The girl across from his chair also chimed in.  "I like the
way his butt hole winks at us when he cums.  It looks like a
dirty little eye!"  Chad seated himself and tried to bury
himself in his books.  The tip of his wiener still tangled
from Cynthia's touch, and he longed to have her touch it
again.