Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 22
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 22:  Efram's spanking

"Okay, now that it's all settled, let me talk you through
the next scene," Zoey said.  "I liked the way you took him
by his dickie – that was a nice piece of improvisation. 
We'll pick up where you grab his dickie, but this time get
his nuts, too.  Circle them with your fingers, like this." 
She demonstrated on the blushing Efram, circling the thumb
and forefinger of her left hand around the boy's genitals,
forcing his small testes away from his body so they made a
bulge in his patch of scrotum and were trapped against his
rubbery little penis.  Efram bit his lower lip, obviously
uncomfortable.  "You try it, Chet" she said to Chad.

Chad reached out and tentatively circled the younger boy's
privates.  He found that he was able to isolate the boy's
balls from his body and slip his fingers behind them.  But
when it came to trapping them against the boy's wiener he
found the task difficult.  The first two times he tried, the
hard little orbs slipped through his fingers and settled
back against the pad of fat on the boy's groin.  Efram
winced and shifted his feet each time that happened,
complaining the second time, "Owww!  Don't be so rough!"  

"Hush," Zoey said.  "He's hardly squeezing you.  Remember,
you could be getting a lot worse punishment."  On his third
try, Chad was able to trap the elusive little lumps, but
only if he squeezed fairly hard. Efram winced and bit his
lower lip, but didn't cry out.

"Don't squeeze any harder than you have to," Zoey cautioned. 
"Save that for later, if he gets too wild when he's over
your lap. Now as the scene starts, you grab his dickie and
nuts and tell him to get over your knees and hold still. 
Once you've got him down, say something about making sure
he's clean before you start, then separate his butt good and
wide so Mom can pan in on his asshole.  Don't worry, he's
clean.  My aunt made him take a bath and washed his butt and
dickie herself just before he came over.  Good thing she did
– otherwise who knows what you'd have found in there. 
You'll hold his butt apart for a minute, and then when I cue
you, you'll tell him that he's just lucky his butt isn't
dirty or he'd get more.  Then let go of his butt and we'll
stop there for a camera shift before you start the actual
spanking," Zoey said in the breathless rush that Chad was
now getting accustomed to.  "Remember, grab him by his
dickie and balls, warn him he'd better hold still if he
doesn't want you to squeeze harder, take him over your lap,
spread his butt and check it, tell him he's lucky he's
clean, and then we stop to set up the next part.  Efram,
just try to act a boy who's about to get a major spanking. 
Oh, right – you don't have to act, do you!"  

Before she could continue, the taciturn Efram spoke up.

"Gotta pee," he said with a hint of urgency in his voice.

"Now?"  Zoey said, with the harder tone she seemed to adopt
when she spoke to her cousin.  "Can't it wait until after
your spanking?"

"Gotta pee now," Efram said.

"Oh, all right.  Joey, go with him to the bathroom.  Take
Chad with you, in case he suddenly gets cold feet and tries
something stupid like trying to get away even though he's
butt naked."

Joey rose to his feet and beckoned the other two boys, who
followed him out of the room and back down the hall to the
bathroom, Efram dancing with urgency and Chad plodding
behind.  Chad was struck by how impossibly white the little
boy's wide bottom was.  He wondered how red it would get
after being spanked.  He also was amazed at the way it
jiggled and shook back and forth with each of the boy's
steps.  His plump little butt cheeks looked like they were
having a shoving match as the boy walked.  It was the first
chance Chad had had to examine the butt of the boy he was
supposed to spank, and he was mildly surprised at how large
it was compared to Efram's height and age.  It was certainly
wider than his own butt, and wider than Tommy's or Jesse's,
too.  If Mrs. Rose was right when she said that the bigger
the butt, the longer and harder the spanking had to be, he
was going to have to spank this kid big time!  On the other
hand, Chad had to admit that stealing large amounts of money
from your mother was bad, and doing it over and over again
despite being spanked was really stupid.  The kid probably
did have a big spanking coming, anyway.  He might as well be
the one to give it to him.

The three boys stopped at the toilet, and Efram leaned
against it with his legs, thrust out his hips, and let loose
his stream without touching himself at all.  He must have
been well-practiced at doing it this way, though, because he
hit his target right in the center immediately.  The boy
peed powerfully as only little boys can until he finished,
and then instead of touching himself merely shook his hips
from side to side a couple of times and turned away.  Joey
spotted a drip on the end of the boy's barely visible penis
and stopped him.  He handed Chad a wad of toilet paper. 
"Better wipe him off," he said.  "Or that's going to end up
on your hand."

Chad took the wad of paper and gingerly dabbed at the little
boy's genitals.  Efram merely stood there stoically until he
was done and had tossed the paper into the toilet.  Chad
ventured a question to Joey.  "Are you okay with this?  I
mean, he's your cousin.  Are you okay with me spanking him?"
he asked.

Joey reached over and flushed the toilet, considering. 
"Yeah," he finally said.  "They were going to make me spank
him, anyway, so they could make their friggin' tape.  This
way I'm not the bad guy."  He turned to Efram.  "Not that I
wouldn't have done it, doofus.  I mean, I'm don't care if
you steal from your mother or not, but you deserve to have
you butt beaten for being so stupid about it!  You know
you're too fat, but you go out and buy candy anyway, and
then you head for the video arcade, which is only the very
first place they'll come looking for you!  Could you be any
more stupid? You ought to be thankful I'm not the one
beating your butt – I'd probably not have been able to stop. 
Remember the last time I had to spank you?"

Efram hung his head, obviously stung by Joey's harsh words. 
After a moment, Joey said, "Hey, if you're going to do this
stuff, don't be a dick and get yourself caught, that's all
I'm saying.  If you're so stupid you get caught, you deserve
whatever they do to you.  Now if you've finished, Zo's
probably getting impatient."  They walked in silence back to
the back room, Efram dragging his feet and looking glummer
than ever.

Zoey did indeed look like she was getting impatient.  She
tapped her foot while Chad seated himself back on the couch,
and she arranged Efram in the proper position beside Chad. 
She ran through the events again.  "Remember," she said
earnestly, "You grab his dickie, you tell him to hold still,
you bend him over, you spread his butt to check for dirt,
and then you tell him he's lucky he wasn't dirty."  Chad
nodded, Mrs. Turpin aimed the camera, and Zoey said,
"Action!"

"You're going to get a major spanking, young man," Chad said
to Efram, trying to look paternal.  He reached over with his
left hand and circled the boy's privates, squeezing just
enough to make Efram wince, a detail Mrs. Turpin carefully
recorded by zooming in on the boy's face, then on Chad's
grip on his genitals.  Chad pulled them with his left hand,
and pushed on the boy's back with his right, saying at the
same time, "Get over my knees right now, young man.  And
hold still or I'll squeeze your boy stuff harder!"  Efram
quickly settled over Chad's lap, his plump butt on Chad's
right side, under Chad's spanking hand.  Chad adjusted the
boy as he settled into position so that his genitals were
centered on Chad's lap, and thus he could maintain his hold
on the boy's privates by threading his arm between his own
two legs.  Efram cradled his face was in his arms on one
side, and settled his legs onto the couch on the other, so
that his body was bent, his fat little butt making a peak in
the middle.  

"I'd better check to make sure you're clean – I wouldn't
want any of your poo on me," Chad said, reaching to spread
the boy's butt apart with his right hand.  He pulled the
boy's chubby left bun toward him, separating his crack. 
Mrs. Turpin zoomed in on the target.  Chad leaned forward,
rather eager to see the younger boy's poo hole himself. 
There was something very cool about seeing a boy's most
private place when he didn't want you to, he thought. No
wonder the other kids kept looking at his when he was being
punished.

Chad was somewhat surprised to see that the boy's little
anus was red rather than the pink and brown or completely
brown holes he'd seen on Joey, Tommy, and himself in the
mirror.  Looking closer, he realized it was irritated and
appeared to be sore.  He wondered if the irritation was from
lack of cleanliness in the past on Efram's part, or from
over-vigorous scrubbing by Efram's mother.  He guessed it
didn't really matter to him. After lying obediently still
for several seconds, Efram tried to contract his buns, and
close himself, but couldn't overcome Chad's grip and
succeeded only in making his butt hole squeeze into a
smaller circle and then relax again several times.  

"Spread your legs more," Chad ordered.  "And keep your butt
relaxed.  Stop trying to hide yourself from inspection."  

"Don't like you looking at my butt hole," Efram protested,
slightly muffled by his arms.  "Should be private."

"What do you care?" Chad asked.  "Your own Mom sees it all
the time when she washes it."

"Mom's different," The boy said stoically.  "Don't like you
seeing it."  

"I don't care whether you like it or not," Chad responded
automatically.  "I've got to make sure you're clean before I
spank you.  And boys who earn big spankings don't get any
privacy!"  He pulled the boy's butt more widely apart,
stretching the skin joining the two halves until Efram
tensed with discomfort.  He could see the fingers of his
left hand encircling the boy's scrotum tightly between the
boy's spread legs.  He found the sight of the grip he had on
the boy's vulnerable parts somewhat exciting.  He could just
grind this boy's little nuts together any time he wanted,
and the little dude wouldn't be able to do anything but just
lie there and take it!  Of course, he wouldn't do such a
thing unless the boy deserved it.  That would be just plain
mean, and Chad wasn't mean.  But if the boy disobeyed him
and refused to hold still, that would be another matter. He
liked the power it gave him knowing he could do it.

"Lucky for you that your butt is clean," he finally said. 
"Or I'd double your spanking!" He leaned back and let go of
the boy's butt cheek, fascinated by how it snapped back into
place and jiggled briefly.

"Cut!" Zoey said.  "That was good – very realistic.  Vlad,
great dialogue – you're a natural.  Nice remark about not
wanting him to look at your butthole, Efram – I don't know
how you think of these things!"

"Not thinking of things," Efram protested through the cradle
of his arms.  "Just don't like people looking at my butt
hole, especially faggy little queers."

"What did you call me?"  Chad asked.

"Nothin'," Efram muttered into the couch.

"You did too – you called me a faggy little queer!  I heard
you!" Chad sputtered, outraged.  

"Just slipped out – didn't mean it," Efram protested.

"Yes you did, or you wouldn't have said it." Chad said, his
anger rising.  

"Turn the camera on, Mom, and catch this," Zoey said quietly
on the sidelines.  "I can use it."

Chad continued to get hotter under the collar.  "You need to
have more respect for me, you little brat," he said, his
voice rising.  "I've got you by the balls, so you're in no
position to get smart with me."

"Just spank me and get it over with," Efram said in a flat
voice.  

"You want to get your spanking over with?" Chad said, his
voice becoming higher pitched with anger.  "You listen to
me, you little brat!  I'll spank you when I'm good and
ready, and it won't be over with until I say it's over with. 
And once I start, I'm going to blister your little butt, and
you'd better hold still because I've got you by the balls.
If you try to get away or protect your fat little butt I'll
squeeze you baby balls good and hard!  Now get ready for a
good, hard spanking, young man!"

Chad raised his right hand and brought it down with all his
force on the center of the little boy's right buttock with a
sharp smacking sound.  Efram didn't make any effort to be
tough or manly  or any of the other things Chad and the
older boys tried to do when he got spanked.  Instead, he
immediately let out a squeal and burst into high-pitched,
girlish sobs.  Chad struck the other side of the boy's butt,
trying to hit just as hard, and was rewarded with another
squeal and louder sobbing.  I'll teach this little brat not
to call me names, he thought to himself, raining blow after
blow onto the boy's unprotected, rapidly reddening butt. 
Faced with the dilemma of where on the boy's wide expanse of
flesh to spank next, Chad finally settled on merely trying
to make the boy's entire butt glow a uniform red color. 
Initially he did this by striking anywhere that was still
lily white, but as the spanking went on he had to aim for
places that were pink rather than bright red.  The net
result was that Chad managed to spread Efram's spanking out
over his entire butt.  He didn't slow down until he was
aware that his hand was actually becoming quite sore from
all the spanking he'd been doing.  By this time, Efram was
bawling at full volume, kicking his pudgy little legs
wildly, drumming his toes into the couch, and clutching the
cushion of the couch against his chest while his head
twisted from side to side, tears scattering in every
direction as he twisted.  His plump, bright red butt rocked
back and forth as much as he could with Chad holding his
genitals tightly, and he periodically clenched his butt
tightly as if by squeezing it he could squeeze out all of
the pain.  Chad stopped spanking the boy and gazed at the
red bottom, as Efram continued his bawling and writhing. He
gently touched his fingers to the rough, glowing surface. 
Gee, he thought to himself, did I do that?  I should have
brought skewers – I could roast marshmallows over this kid's
butt!

"Cut!" Zoey called.  "Great footage, Sid," she shouted over
the younger boy's squeals.  "We've got to keep moving before
he settles down.  When I say action, grab the paddle by you
on the couch, tell him he's warmed up enough and what he's
going to get next, and then start in on him.  Make sure you
concentrate on these three spots here, here, and here," she
said, pointing to the lower centers of each of the boy's
chubby buns, and then to a wider section on the lower part
of his butt, over his anus.  Chad nodded understanding.  

Efram was still wailing, ignoring their discussion and
apparently completely focused on his burning bottom. Zoey
went on.  "I'll signal you when he's blistered enough, and
then you put down the paddle and rub his butt for awhile." 
Mrs. Turpin backed up and aimed the camera to take in the
whole scene.  "Action!" Zoey called.

"Okay, you little brat.  You've been warmed up enough, now
it's time for you to get the paddle on your little fat
butt!" Chad said loudly.  

Chad's words suddenly registered with Efram.  His head shot
up from his cradled arms, and he looked fearfully over his
shoulder with his puffy eyes and tear and snot-covered face.
"P- p- p- paddle?" he squealed through his bawling. 
"Paddle?  You didn't say anything about getting paddled!" He
tried to get up on his knees, only to find that Chad still
had his genitals in a tight grip.  For a moment Chad almost
lost his hold, but he squeezed his thumb and forefinger
together just in time, tightening his hold on the boy's
little genitals.  With a yank, he forced the squealing,
sobbing child back across his lap, and diverted Efram's
attention from his sore butt momentarily to his painfully
sore balls.

"Hold still, now, or I'll squeeze your nuts as hard as I
can," he warned, as Mrs. Turpin zoomed in between the boy's
legs to film Chad's straining fingers and the dark red
section of little boy scrotum with its bulging little
marbles squeezed out the bottom side.  Beaten, and
recognizing that Chad had him literally by the balls,
Efram's defiance subsided again and he buried his sobbing
face in his arms.

Chad picked up the paddle on the couch beside him and
examined it visually.  He'd never seen anything like it.  It
was made of flexible rubber or plastic, with a firm, round
handle but a more flexible spanking surface that would
clearly wrap around the kid's butt every time it impacted. 
"Heat for the Seat" was printed on the paddle itself, with
"for children 7-17" printed in smaller letters underneath. 
Chad wondered briefly if Joey was familiar with what this
thing felt like hitting your bare butt, and determined to
try to find out later.  Meanwhile, Zoey was waving her arm
in a circle, signaling "get on with it" from across the
room, and Chad hefted the paddle, lined it up with the lower
middle of the boy's butt, tightened his grip on the boy's
scrotum, and swung.

The loudness of the crack of the paddle surprised Chad, as
did the sudden lurch of the boy on his lap, the violent
contraction of his bare butt, and the screech that he let
out as he flung his head back.  Chad waited a moment for the
boy's butt to relax again, and then he swung the paddle at
the center of the boy's right bun, creating an almost
identical reaction.  He settled down to methodical paddling,
striking the boy's butt, waiting for his butt clenching to
stop, and then striking again.  This spaced the boy's
strokes out to about one every 5 seconds, so that it took
Chad almost two and ½ minutes to administer 25 solid spanks
to the little boy's fat little bottom.  By then blisters
were forming almost everywhere on the boy's butt, and Chad's
right arm was so tired he couldn't really go on.  He set the
paddle down on the couch and began massaging the boy's hot,
blistered butt, raising new howls of complaint from the boy
and more thrumming of the boy's feet on the couch.  During
his paddling, and all through the butt rubbing that
followed, Efram was sobbing out nearly incoherent protests
between butt clenches and wails.  Chad was pretty sure he
heard "Stop,"  "No," and "It hurts!" several times, and once
he could have sworn he heard Efram say, "Oh FUCK!" but he
wasn't altogether sure.  Mrs. Turpin kept changing camera
angles, focusing first on Chad's hand massaging the tortured
butt, than on Efram's crying face, then up underneath at
Chad's tightly gripping hand on the boy's genitals, then at
Chad's angelic face and determined look.  Finally, Chad
stopped massaging and let the boy's crying drop a bit in
volume.  Grasping Efram's arm and using his grip on the
boy's genitals Chad stood him on his feet.  Then he released
his grip on the boy's privates, and began flexing his
fingers, trying to work the cramps out of them that holding
the boy for so long had created.  

Efram's hands immediately descended to his formerly trapped
privates, soothing his small scrotum and brushing over his
little wiener, like he was trying to drive feeling back into
it.  He then shifted his hands to cup his blistered buns
while he bounced up and down, dancing wildly in front of
Chad, his small button penis and little sack jiggling in
their pad of fat as he tried desperately to soothe his
burning hindquarters.  Mrs. Turpin caught every movement on
film.

"I hope you learned a lesson from that," Chad said loudly.

"You're mean," Efram said, between sobs.  "You're mean, and
I hate you!"

"Good," Chad said.  "If you didn't think I was mean, I'd
know I didn't paddle you long enough.  Now no more rubbing
away my hard work," he said, remembering something his
mother had said.  He grabbed both of Efram's hands and
placed them firmly behind his head.  "I spanked your butt
and I want it to feel spanked.  Into the corner with you,
and keep those hands behind your head unless you want to
feel my paddle on your butt some more!"

He guided the smaller boy into the corner where he continued
bawling and jiggling, trying to shake away the sting in his
butt.  Mrs. Turpin zoomed in on the blistered butt cheeks,
and on Chad looking proudly at the results of his work. 
Finally, Zoey shouted, "Cut," and was hugging Chad tightly
against her, to his intense gratification.

"Great job, Chad," she said, leading him to the other side
of the room, away from the noisy, dancing little boy in the
corner.  Chad felt a deep satisfaction that she'd actually
gotten his name right this time.  "That's going to be one of
my greatest movies ever!  You look so young and innocent
yourself, and you sound so natural when you ad lib!"

Chad looked over at Efram, still sobbing his heart out.  The
boy's butt glowed from across the room.  "Did I paddle him
too hard?" he asked tentatively.  "I've never done it
before.  He seems to be crying awfully hard"

"No, you did just fine," Zoey reassured him.  "He cries
easily.  Part of it is just a bid for sympathy. Joey used to
do the same thing."  Across the room, Joey looked daggers at
his older sister, but she continued on, oblivious to him. 
"Remember, Efram brought this on himself.  He knew what he
was doing was wrong when he stole the money, and he's done
it before and hasn't learned anything.  Besides, my aunt was
going to whip him, you know – he'd be a lot unhappier in
that case, and he'd be bawling a lot longer!  Come on, leave
him here to think about his behavior and let's go to the
guest room to shoot the other half my film."