Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 1
by Chadlad

copyright 2006 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 1:  Jeopardy


No matter how you looked at it, Chad Henson could not have
been described as anything but the most miserable he had
ever been.  How could he be anything but miserable, when he
was standing in front of the classroom with his nose pressed
against a circle on the blackboard, and in just moments he
was about to receive the most humiliating, embarrassing and
painful punishment he had ever received in his young life. 
He was going to get spanked!  In front of a whole class! 
And not just one spanking either, he was gonna get 2!  He
was gonna get spanked this morning in just his underpants,
and then this afternoon he was going to get paddled in his
underpants!  On the same day!

As he thought about the upcoming punishment, it was hard to
keep from crying.  He kept sniffling back the tears.  No one
in his class had ever been spanked on their underpants
before, let alone paddled in them!  That was not to say that
spankings and even paddlings did not occur.  Chad's school
adhered to the strong belief that some boys were inherently
aggressive and rebellious, and for these boys spankings and
even occasional paddlings were the best way to drive that
aggression and rebelliousness out of them.  The school had
been founded by a group of women who shared the philosophy
that most boys needed a strong hand.  Teachers, all of whom
were women, were instructed to spank whenever they felt it
was appropriate.  For more serious cases, paddling,
underpants spanking, underpants paddling, and even bare butt
spanking and paddling were available, and all the boys knew
and feared it.  

Of course, that doesn't mean they were all spanked.  Girls
were never spanked, and some boys in Chad's class, including
Chad himself, hadn't ever been spanked either. Others had
received more than one spanking.  Jimmy Chen, in fact, had
received at least one spanking a year since kindergarten,
and last year, in the 6th grade, he had been publicly
spanked in January and paddled in April, becoming the first
boy to get paddled in Chad's grade. 

It was only boys who were spanked or paddled.  The women in
administration were convinced that girls were too delicate
for such a physical punishment, besides not being nearly as
aggressive or rebellious in nature anyway.  So girls could
be given detention, miss recess, or be sent to stand in the
corner, but only boys were spanked and paddled publicly.

Chad was struck with renewed fear just thinking about the
spankings he'd witnessed.  All the boys that he'd seen get
spanked before had begun crying almost immediately.  And
they had continued to cry long after their spankings had
been concluded, and they had been forced to stand in front
of the class with their humiliation on full display.  And
Jimmy Chen had bawled his eyes out when he got paddled! 
Chad still remember Jimmy, legs flailing as he lay across
the teacher's lap and her ping-pong paddle descended over
and over on his rounded butt with a resounding crack each
time it landed.  Jimmy had begged and pleaded to start with,
but finally settled down to just crying at the top of his
lungs.  And then after his spanking ended, he remembered
Jimmy hopping from one foot to the other in front of the
class, gripping his painfully sore butt as the snot dripped
down his chin and onto his shirt, while the tears did the
same thing down either side of his face.  Jimmy had hopped
and rubbed his butt for at least 15 minutes before his
crying gradually quieted down and he was allowed to take his
seat on a hard chair facing the corner of the classroom for
the rest of the day.  Oh how Jimmy had flinched as he
carefully sat down in the hard chair, and you can see him
biting his lower lip, trying not to burst out crying again. 
For the rest of the day Jimmy sat there shifting positions
uncomfortably, occasionally reaching under his pants and
cupping his obviously sore butt cheeks.  

When Jimmy had begged to be taken to the bathroom, Chad was
the one who had been appointed to accompany him.  They had
walked in silence to the boys' room down the hall, and Chad
had waited while Jimmy had rapidly unbuckled and unzipped
his pants, not even bothering to step up close to the urinal
in the process.  Jimmy hadn't been kidding about needing to
go, pee poured out of his wiener in a hard stream, and
splashed against the back wall.  Jimmy let out an audible
sigh as the stream gradually arced down, flicking the still
hard and upward pointing bit of boy flesh a couple of times
to shake the last drops off of it.  Then without any
embarrassment at all, he gingerly lowered his pants and
underpants right in front of Chad, turning to view his own
bottom in the mirror.  His plump little sausage of a wiener
and equally plump sack faced Chad as he examined himself,
and Chad's attention was drawn to them immediately.  Chad
had immediately estimated their size to compare to his own
equipment, amazed at how much larger this small boy's
genitals were than his own.  Jimmy even had a few soft,
downy hairs, in contrast with Chad's own smooth
hairlessness.  Afraid to be caught studying the other boy's
genitals, Chad shifted his gaze to the boy's butt in the
mirror.  He was amazed at the effect their 6th -grade
teacher's paddle had had on Jimmy.  The entire surface of
the boy's now bared butt was varying degrees of red.  This
was especially true of the centers of each bun, both of
which were an angry dark red with small visible blisters in
the middle.  

Chad ventured the courage to ask Jimmy if it hurt.  Jimmy
obligingly turned his butt full on to Chad for his
inspection, and asked how it looked.  Chad replied that it
looked really sore, and that was red all the way into the
crack.  Shocking Chad, Jimmy, with no modesty at all, bent
completely over, so the cheeks of his bottom spread apart. 
Looking at Chad back between his legs, Jimmy asked if it
looked like the paddle had struck his poo hole, commenting
that it had sure felt like it.  Looking closely, Chad
replied that it had not.  The paddle marks, and in fact
stopped about half an inch short of the deepest part of
Jimmy's crack, so his poo hole appeared to be completely
unmarked.  

Although he could see at a glance that Jimmy's concern was
unwarranted, he continued to study the other boy's nether
regions carefully.  This was the first-time Chad could
remember that he had ever seen anyone's poo hole except his
own in a mirror, and he found it fascinating.  He had
wondered if it might be rather nasty to look at because of
its function, but he was surprised to see that Jimmy's poo
hole was spotless.  The tightly pursed muscle was slightly
browner than the rest of Jimmy's unspanked crack, and as he
watched it appeared to be constantly in motion, tightening
and loosening like it was trying to wink at him.  Chad
remembered his own orifice from when he'd looked at it in
the bathroom mirror – it had been more of a pinkish brown,
but it had been just as wrinkled as Jimmy's tightly pursed
hole, and just as mobile. Chad also couldn't help but notice
that the other boy's, firm, tight, plump nut sack was now
bulging between his legs.  Under it, it could still see the
tip of his Jimmy's plump little soft penis bobbing with his
movements.  "Your bottom must really hurt" Chad had said
with feeling.  "Can I touch it?" he had added hesitantly. 
"You know, just to see what it feels like."  When Jimmy had
nodded he'd traced the fingertips of both his hands over the
flushed, hot, bumpy surface.  He felt a tingling in his
groin and knew he was getting a boner.  He suddenly wished
he could reach between Jimmy's legs and gently caress the
plump sack, and then feel the dangling penis that was so
much plumper than his own.  Steps in the hallway had ended
Chad's thoughts of intimate inspection of the other boy, who
with a wince tugged his pants back up over his painfully
sore bottom and buttoned them, after which they'd returned
to the classroom.

Chad's mind jumped back to the present.  The blackboard felt
cold against his nose, and his arms, positioned in the air
with his hands clasped behind his head, were growing tired
in that position.  He was far too acutely aware of his
little bottom, which was facing the class in this position,
and probably the object of many pupils' attention. Chad
himself was a very small boy for a lad of almost 13, with
light brown hair, brown eyes, and a slight build. He barely
tipped the scale at 80 pounds soaking wet.  At his most
recent physical, the doctor had shown his mother a big chart
showing normal sizes for boys, and had said that Chad was in
the bottom 10%, which meant he was in the normal range, but
very small for his age and likely to enter puberty late as
well.  Anyone else would agree with just a casual glance.
His legs and arms were a bit thin and gangly, and his head a
bit too large for his body.  There wasn't an ounce of fat on
him anywhere. His face was round and his smile normally
quick, but he wasn't smiling now.  

The object of student attention and soon to be the object of
the attention of Mrs. Rose's strong right hand was his
little boy butt, which was nicely rounded and jutted out
smoothly from the small of his back.  It was the kind of
round, firm little butt that would do any small boy proud. 
Indeed, when he was a little boy adults who had bathed him
or helped him change his clothes had often commented on his
"cute little butt."  Of course, he wasn't a young boy any
more, and he had yet to acquire the more muscular adolescent
form of many of his peers.

In fact, at this point in his life there were few parts of
his body that he was happy with.  He was tired of being one
of the smallest boys in class.  He was especially unhappy
with his genitals, which were not impressive at all, and
barely created a bulge in the front of his pants.  His penis
was smallish, and being circumcised made it look even
smaller.  The slender shaft was short and topped by a more
prominent little head that looked like a helmet.  It had a
very slight upward curve when hard, but often shrank to the
size of a button when soft. At least it didn't have any odd
bends in it to make it look crooked, Chad had often thought. 
He'd had once had a little boy of about four come running
into the bathroom when he'd been at the beach, and whip his
trunks down to stand at the trough next to where Chad
himself was just finishing peeing.  As the boy had pulled
down his trunks little boy style to pee, his hard penis had
sprung to a straight-out position, and Chad couldn't help
but notice that it curved sharply to the left, and had a
mild twist in it as well.  (He'd also noticed it was bigger
than his own, but he tried not to dwell on that.)   He was
grateful that he his at least didn't look funny. He wished
it was bigger, though, like those of the other boys his age
that he'd seen when he'd snatched a quick peek at the
urinals or while changing with them in the swimming pool
changing room.  He also was not terribly pleased with the
size of his nut sack, which was barely bigger than that of
his baby cousin, who he'd seen his aunt changing just last
week. When he was cold, such as just getting out of the
shower, it could shrink down to the size of a ping-pong
ball, although it did droop nicely away from his body when
it was warmer, and that at least made it look bigger. In one
respect, though, he was grateful for the small size of his
genitals at the moment.  He was going to have to strip to
his underpants to be spanked, but at least his wiener and
balls might not be that noticeable when he did.

Thinking about the upcoming spanking, he involuntarily
squeezed his buns together and heard stifled giggles that
confirmed that indeed, some of the students, apparently
girls, were watching him, or more specifically, his butt,
closely.  Their reaction unfortunately caused him to squeeze
his butt together once again, causing even more giggles. 
The reality of his situation flooded through him again.  He
was up there waiting for the start of his spanking!  They
were all going to watch him!  And it was gonna hurt!

They would probably all be laughing and giggling as he was
forced to get undressed in front of them, face them in just
his underwear, and listen as the teacher described the
misbehavior that had led to his receiving punishment.  The
teacher always prepared them for their spankings and made
them face the class as she described their actions.  In the
past this had meant that the boys had to take off their
shoes and stockings, and pull up their pants so that they
outlined the boys' butts tightly.  

Years back when Chad had first entered kindergarten and Sam
Huber had received the first spanking of the year, the
teacher had announced that the removal of shoes and socks
was a necessary part of the punishment for two reasons. 
First, it differentiated the person being spanked from the
rest of the class.  A boy being punished remained shoeless
until his punishment was completely finished, a shoeless boy
could not leave the classroom for recess or for lunch. He
was allowed to use the bathroom shoeless, but anyone seeing
him walking would know from his barefoot state that he had
been publicly spanked. Second, if the boy being spanked
began kicking too wildly he couldn't do too much damage with
bare feet. 

Chad reasoned that if boys being spanked shoeless had to
remove their shoes first, a boy being spanked in only his
underwear would also have to remove his shirt and pants
first.  And the teacher had been very specific that morning
about the punishments he would receive.  He remembered her
words clearly.  "Because of your exceptional disobedience
and the very aggressive nature of your misbehavior, you will
receive two punishments today.  First, you will be given a
long, hard spanking this morning in front your classmates as
well as the third grade classmates of the injured student. 
You will receive that spanking wearing only your underpants. 
Following that, this afternoon you will receive a second
punishment.  This one will be a paddling, also with you
wearing only your underpants.  You should be ashamed of
yourself!  If I remember correctly, you'll be the first boy
in your class to be underpants spanked, and also the first
to be underpants paddled!  And don't think I'll go easier on
you when I paddle you just because you've already been
spanked in the morning.  I'll give you just as long and hard
a paddling as if you were getting it for the first time
today!  Now go stand in the front with your hands behind
your head and your nose against the board while we prepare
for your punishment!"

Almost in tears, Chad had walked numbly to the board and
assumed the position.  The thought of having to stand beside
the teacher seated in her hard wooden punishment chair in
just his tight white briefs, almost made him shake with
fear.  He couldn't do it, he just couldn't!  Everybody in
class would see the outline of his small boy package, and
the outline of his buns in his white underpants.  It would
be the most embarrassing thing in the world!  Chad was
acutely aware that his boy parts weren't all that impressive
– his little wiener was only about 2 inches long erect, and
when flaccid it sometimes almost disappeared.  They'd all
see how small it was when he took off his pants!  But on the
other hand, if his genitals were bigger, they'd bulge out
where everyone could see them.  That would be bad, too!  He
couldn't decide which would be more embarrassing, having
genitals so big that they were obvious to everyone, or
having genitals so small that the fact you couldn't really
see them was obvious to everyone.  Better to be small, like
I am, he finally decided.

Having pictured himself standing almost naked in front of
the class, he couldn't stop himself from following the image
to the next step, where he would go over Mrs. Rose's knees
with his head down, and his butt directly under her powerful
right arm, and lie there while she repeatedly smacked his
bottom!  Chad had never been spanked in school before, but
he'd seen the other boys get their butts whacked and knew
that all of them, even the tough kids like Sam Huber, cried
like babies. And they had all gotten it on their pants! He
was going to get a spanking and a paddling, both in the same
day! And on his underpants!  Chad trembled in his place
against the wall.  He wanted it to be over, yet he didn't
want to get spanked yet.  He wished the time would go
faster, yet he knew he would be over his teacher's knees
much too soon.  Mainly, he just didn't want to be here!