Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 25
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 25:  Serena in the Audience

Suddenly Serena paused in her chatter with Tommy, noticing
the stool with the peg sticking up from it.  "What's this?"
she asked. 

"Oh, that's Chad's punishment stool.  He has to sit on it
whenever he's doing homework or watching TV or when he's
sent to the corner," Tommy said.  "The peg goes up his butt.
It's supposed to be uncomfortable."

"Oh, it gets wider at the bottom!  So it stretches you out
as you sit down on it!  What's it feel like?" Serena asked,
looking at Chad with her eyes shining.  When Chad just
looked at the ground and didn't answer, Tommy nudged him.  

"She asked you what it feels like," Tommy said.

"I heard her," Chad said to the floor.

"So answer her," Tommy said, putting a hand on Chad's
shoulder.

Chad looked up, his temper flashing again.  "It feels like
you've got a peg up you butt, dorkface! What do you suppose
it feels like!  Do you think it feels like you're eating ice
cream?"  He batted Tommy's hand away.  Tommy stepped back in
alarm.

"Calm down, Chad.  You know what Mom said about your
temper," he cautioned. 

Chad restrained the urge to sock his brother.  "Sorry," he
muttered.  "Don't tell Mom, please."

"Okay, I won't tell Mom.  But since you didn't tell Serena
what it feels like, I'm going to make you show her," Tommy
said, looking determined.  "Get on your stool, Chad – right
now!"

Chad looked at his brother open mouthed.  This just kept
getting worse and worse.  Serena was already moving over
behind the stool, where she'd be able to watch the peg go up
his butt as he sat down.  Chad weighed his options, but it
didn't take long because there weren't many.  He could get
on the stool right there, in front of Serena, or he could
refuse, and when Mom was home in an hour, get his butt
paddled and then be forced to get on the stool anyway,
probably with the burning lotion applied to the peg as well. 
He sighed, walked to the stool, and straddled it as manfully
as he could.  

Of course, the manfullness stopped at the point the peg
began entering him, because it was hard to look manly in
front of a girl while you reached under yourself to spread
your buns and ease down onto an ever-widening peg, wincing
as it spread your butt hole apart.  This was especially true
when the girl in question was bent down so she could watch
the peg enter your butt hole from underneath, with her face
about 6 inches from your butt.  But within a minute Chad was
seated on the hated stool again, his small penis immediately
springing to attention from the pressure inside of him.  As
the chair was now in the middle of the room and not under
the table, his erection was immediately noted by Serena,
which prompted another embarrassing exchange with Tommy
while Chad was forced to listen with burning ears. 

"Ooooooo, look," Serena said, pointing.  "His thingy got big
and hard when he sat down."

"Yeah, the peg does that. It stirs him up inside and he gets
hard, just like he does when he has to pee."

"Why does it get hard like that?"  Serena asked.

"I don't know.  It has something to do with girls and having
sex," Tommy admitted.  

"Can I touch it?  I want to see how it feels," Serena
requested.  

"No, please," Chad ventured, but at the same time Tommy had
said, "Sure, if you want," and it was clear who was in
charge in Serena's mind.  She immediately reached for Chad's
up thrust member.  Chad tried to hunch over, but Tommy was
having none of that.

"Lean back, big brother, and spread your legs so she can get
a good feel," Tommy ordered.  Sighing, Chad leaned back, all
too aware of the peg inside him limiting his motion, and
grudginingly spread his legs.  Serena tentatively stroked
his organ from tip to base, then squeezed it to test its
hardness, laughing in surprise when it jumped at her touch.

"It's so soft on the outside, yet hard inside," she
reported.  "I kind of like it."  She continued fingering
Chad's phallus for a moment, but stopped before it really
began feeling good.  "I still thought it would be bigger
than that," she said.

Chad's temper exploded again.  "Why does everyone have to
keep saying that!  Okay, so I've got a small wiener! I know
it's small, okay!  I admit it!  I've got the smallest wiener
in the 7th grade!  Even my little brother's wiener is bigger
than mine!  Little kids have wieners bigger than mine! Maybe
we should advertise it!  Maybe we should put a big sign on
the house that says 'Chad has a dinky wiener!'  Why don't
you get out your cell phone and call your friends and tell
them!  Use your cell phone to take a picture of it and send
it to them!  Put it on the bulletin board at school – write
'Chad's dinky wiener' under it!  Heck, let's call the
newspapers!"  Chad was red-faced by the end of this tirade. 
Serena dropped his penis and stepped back a few steps.  She
and Tommy looked at Chad in semi-shock.  Serena began
apologizing.  

"I'm sorry, Chad, I didn't mean to say that there was
anything wrong with your boy thingy.  I just thought – I
mean, I'd always expected that it would be – I don't know
what I expected," she finished helplessly.

"Come on, Chad, chill out," Tommy added.  "She's not saying
you're a freak, only that she didn't know much about boys
and expected something different.  All right, your wiener is
a bit small, but she said she liked it, didn't she?  That's
something, isn't it?  Besides, Mom said to watch your
temper," he added, with a hint of threat in his voice.  

"Yeah, you try to relax with a peg up your butt!" Chad
snapped back.  

"You wouldn't have a peg up your butt if you could control
your temper," Tommy replied testily.  "Don't expect us to
feel sorry for you!  If you don't get that temper under
control, next time you might wind up killing someone!"

Chad opened his mouth, closed it, and then deflated like a
popped balloon, slumping on his stool as much as he could
with a peg rather painfully up his butt.  His brother was
right.  He needed to get his temper under control or he just
might kill someone some day.  He sat feeling unsettled while
Serena and Tommy turned away from him and talked a bit about
school for a few minutes while they finished their sodas. 
Chad wanted off the stool, but was too ashamed of his
outburst to ask Tommy if he could get up, and he didn't want
to call Serena's attention to himself again.  To his relief,
when they finished their sodas, Tommy said, "Okay, Chad, if
you're done pouting you can get off the stool now."

Chad slowly raised himself off the seat, feeling relief as
the peg slid out of him.  His butt hole didn't feel like it
had closed completely,  and his insides were all stirred up
again.  He took a few steps, walking slightly bow-legged. 
He could feel his anal sphincter reluctantly tighten up. 
Tommy looked at his watch.  "It's after 9," he said to Chad. 
"According to Mom's note, I'm supposed to give you your
bath."  He turned to Serena, explaining, "I have to give him
his bath – it's part of his training.  It's supposed to be
embarrassing for him, but he has to submit anyway.  That way
he can learn to control his anger."

Chad looked questioningly at Tommy.  "She has to go home,
now, doesn't she?  I bet Mom's note doesn't say other people
get to give me my bath."

Tommy pulled the paper out of his pocket again and made a
show of studying it.  At length he looked up.  "She doesn't
say in here anywhere that I'm supposed to send people who
come to visit home when it's bath time.  Now come on, let's
get the tub started."  He prodded Chad toward the door. 
Chad stood his ground.  

"Come on, Tommy!  I don't want her to watch you give me a
bath."  He lowered his voice almost to a whisper.  "You know
the stuff you have to do to me – it's too embarrassing!" he
pleaded.

Tommy gave Chad an exasperated look.  "Why do you have to
argue about everything?" he asked.  "You know Mom said I'm
supposed to be in charge of you, and you're supposed to
obey. So why do you argue about everything?"

"I'm not arguing about everything," Chad said.  "It's
just…."

"It's just this, it's just that, it's just this.  I'm sick
of it.  Shut up!"  Tommy said with all the force an 11-year-
old boy can muster.  "Shut up, shut up! One more word out of
you, and I'll give you a long paddling on your bare behind –
I swear I will!  And then I'll tell Mom you were
disobedient, and she'll paddle your behind, too!  Now get
moving upstairs so we can give you your bath!"

Chad opened his mouth, then closed it again.  Much as he
hated it, Tommy could paddle him, just like he said!  And if
he didn't obey Tommy, his Mom had promised to paddle him
too!  He turned and trudged up the stairs, Serena following
with her face practically in his butt as he climbed, and
Tommy trailing behind her.  He plodded into the bathroom,
bending over to close the tub drain and turn on the water. 
He could see Serena watching his butt spread apart as he
bent over, and he supposed she could see his butt hole
again, but he didn't care any more.  Besides, he knew the
bath procedures, and he knew he was in for greater
embarrassment than just her seeing his butt hole in just
moments.  He let the tub fill up and sat in it, humiliated
and beaten.

Tommy let Serena wash his hair, and he found her
surprisingly gentle as she did.  She continued on down his
body, washing his face gently and sponging off his chest, as
Tommy gave her instructions.  Serena's touch was soothing as
she washed his back, and Chad almost relaxed, but then Tommy
was ordering him to stand up and face them while she washed
his legs.  He complied numbly, his little penis now sticking
out slightly from his crotch at her eye level as she gently
washed his legs, a fringe of soap suds decorating his
genitals like a little collar on a cat.  At her request, he
lifted each foot one at a time and she washed gently between
each toe, mildly tickling the bottoms of his feet as she
did.  

Now came the part he'd been dreading.  Tommy gave Serena the
bar of soap.  "Turn around and bend over and hold the edge
of the tub," he ordered.  Chad complied, his slender bottom
spreading as he did. Following Tommy's instructions, Serena
began rubbing the soap in circles on the boy's butt, moving
gradually inward until she was almost touching Chad's
wrinkled little bull's eye.  His plum-sized little scrotum
glistened with soap that dripped down his crack.  Tommy
suddenly began cracking up.  "You know what she's doing?" he
gasped between his laughter.  "She's like the old Star Trek
joke – She's circling Uranus!  Get it?  Your anus?  Anus
means butt hole," Tommy explained to Serena.  "We learned it
in science class.  Hey, Chad, want her to wipe out your
Cling-ons, too?  Get it?  Klingons – Cling-ons?  You know,
like if he had poop stuck to his butt hole?"  

Chad didn't appreciate the humor at all, and thus didn't
comment. He looked over his shoulder, dreading the next
part, which was both humiliating and painful.  "Now watch
what I do," Tommy said.  "And then you do it next."  Tommy
liberally greased his finger with soap, then reached toward
Chad's butt, his white-coated index finger going out of
Chad's view.  Here it comes, thought Chad to himself.  Sure
enough, in moments he felt his brother's finger pushing in
the center of his butt hole.  Reluctantly, he willed it to
relax, and the tight little sphincter gave way and Tommy's
finger rammed inside him.  His brother began immediately
twisting his finger this way and that, rotating it to cover
all sides of his rectum internally.  The probing caused
Chad's penis to spring to almost instant attention.  

"Look at his wiener," Tommy said as he pulled his finger
out, added more soap, and rammed it in again more roughly. 
"It's the craziest thing.  As soon as my finger goes up his
butt, he gets a boner.  It's like his butt hole and his
wiener are connected somehow inside."

Tommy withdrew his burrowing finger and washed it off in the
tub.  "Here, you try it," he said to Serena.  Chad's butt
hole twitched involuntarily as the soap burned inside him
and he fought to keep from standing, clenching his buns
together, and fleeing the room.  Within moments, he felt her
more slender but longer finger enter him and probe
tentatively around – she was much more gentle than his
brother, but it was still an intrusion.  His little penis
jumped every time she passed that special place inside him,
and for a moment he actually thought he'd cum right there,
but then she withdrew her finger and Tommy was ordering him
to turn sideways in the tub so they could "wash your
wiener."

Chad moved slowly.  He hated having to display his
humiliating hard-on to Serena, even though she'd already
seen him hard on the stool before. He kept thinking about
Joey's huge erection and how much smaller his own was.  Even
Tommy's erection was more impressive!  But there was no way
to prevent or even delay this humiliation, so he
straightened up and rotated into position, his little penis
pointing skyward at a jaunty angle.  

"Now soap his little bag and then his wiener," Tommy was
saying, Serena following his instructions eagerly.  Chad,
looking down, noted she was getting quite flushed in the
face and was breathing heavily.  Her touch on his genitals
was gentle and felt wonderful as she coated him with soap. 
He closed his eyes to enjoy her touch as she circled his
erect penis, knowing she'd stop in a moment, but enjoying
the sensations while he could.  He felt her finish soaping
him and put the bar of soap down.  Chad was rather sorry she
was done, but glad to have this embarrassing episode over
with.  Now they'd rinse him off, and let the water out, and
he could dry off and she'd go home and – 

His pleasant reverie was broken in an instant by Tommy's
next words, however.   "Now you need to rub his wiener until
he cums," Tommy said to Serena.  "Circle your thumb and
finger around his wiener like this," he said, demonstrating
on Chad, "and rub up and down from the base to the tip.  You
have to go pretty fast.  Make sure your fingers go over the
ridge at the top each time.  You have to keep doing it until
he goes up on his toes and starts grunting and humping at
the air."  Chad's heart suddenly began racing – Tommy was
having her make him cum!  That meant he was getting spanked
after his bath!  Undoubtedly bare butt! Probably in front of
Serena! 

He looked at his brother, the fear plain in his face.  Tommy
looked smugly back at him.  "Oh, didn't I tell you, Chad? 
Mom says that as long as you're in diapers, you get spanked
every morning after breakfast and every night before bed. 
Here, I'll read you her note."  He pulled the paper out of
his pocket again. "Here it is – 'Tell Chad that as long as
he's in diapers at school for acting like a baby, he gets
spanked like a baby after breakfast every day, and spanked
or paddled before bedtime.  You get to decide whether he
gets spanked or paddled tonight, based on his behavior
today.  Don't forget what you have to do at the end of his
bath so that he won't get excited when he's spanked.'"

Tommy reverently looked up from his paper.  "See, Serena,
Mom says we've got to rub his wiener and make him cum or
make him do it himself before he gets spanked, so there's no
chance we might accidentally rub his wiener and he might
enjoy it while he's getting spanked.  'Cause right after a
boy cums it's hard for him to get excited for awhile.  So go
ahead and rub his wiener until he cums."

Serena looked at Tommy blankly, her right hand gripping
Chad's penis, her left steadying him by gripping his bare
butt.  "How do I do it again?"  she asked.

"Just rub up and down it like I said.  After awhile he'll
start holding his breath and squeezing his butt, and then
he'll go up on his tip toes and squeeze his butt real hard a
couple of times and make grunting noises like a little pig,
and then he'll relax and his wiener will go soft again. 
It'll make him feel real good, too.  When he gets that
really good feeling, that's called cumming.  And after he
cums he won't be able to make his wiener feel good for
awhile, and that's when I'm going to spank him.  Mom says,"
here Tommy referred to his paper again, "'the contrast of
the pleasure of orgasm with the different sensation of the
spanking or paddling makes the spanking or paddling even
more painful."  Tommy folded the paper and put it away.

Chad's heart was thudding.  His brother was going to spank
him on his bare butt again, or maybe even paddle him!  And
it was Tommy's choice which to do!  His small, upturned
wiener was jumping in Serena's hand in time with his
heartbeat.  Meanwhile, she began to tentatively and
inexpertly stroke the hard little projection, causing
immediate butt-clenching and pelvic thrusts on Chad's part. 
Serena marveled at the strength of his thrusts, which made
the helmet head of his organ swell each time.  Despite her
lack of experience, Chad was soon up on his toes, grunting
between his teeth in pleasure as he thrust repeatedly at the
younger girl's encircling fingers.  His breath slowed and
his little penis began drooping again.

"Okay, Chad, enough fun," Tommy ordered.  "Out of the tub,
so I can get on with your spanking!  Or maybe it will be a
paddling!  Or maybe a little of both.  I haven't decided
yet."  He helped the reluctant Chad out of the tub and dried
off his upper body, letting Serena dry off Chad's lower
half.  "Leave his butt wet," Tommy said.  "A kid at school
today told me spankings hurt more on the wet butt."

Soon Chad was walking back down to the living room between
Tommy and Serena, his hair and butt still damp, the rest of
him dry.  Tommy hurried Chad up all the way down the stairs,
then veered off to the kitchen as they arrived, returning in
a moment with the wooden spoon from the kitchen drawer.  He
held it up.  "Just in case," he said meaningfully.  "Whether
I use it on you, and how much I use it depends upon how
cooperative you are."  He set the spoon on the couch.  "Now
get into the inspection position."  

"But you guys just washed me," Chad protested.  "How could I
be dirty?"  

"Okay, so you clearly want me to paddle you, I guess," Tommy
said smugly.

"All right, all right!  I'm getting into position!"  Chad
said, running to the hassock to fling himself down on his
back and lift his legs and hold them wide apart.  "See, I'm
in position.  You don't need to paddle me!"

Tommy and Serena walked over to where Chad lay on his back,
willingly displaying all of his private parts in order to
avoid being paddled.  They each made a big display of
examining his anus and his genitals, poking and prodding his
ball sack and yanking his penis this way and that.  Finally
they pronounced him clean and ready for his spanking.  Tommy
seated himself on the wooden chair, which was still in place
from yesterday.  Chad was relieved to see that at least the
curtain was closed this time.  

"Bend over my knees, big brother.  It's time for your
spanking."  Tommy ordered Chad, playing to his audience of
one.  Chad, humiliated by having to be so subservient to his
brother in front of Serena, awkwardly assumed the position,
looking at the floor as he lay limply over his brother's
lap.  Tommy began gently rubbing Chad's bottom, disappointed
that the moisture he'd left on it earlier had dried up. 
Serena sat down on the chair to Tommy's right, where she had
a clear view of the older boy's butt.  

Tommy noticed Chad's buns slowly opening and closing as he
rubbed them.  He reached down with both hands and grabbed
one of Chad's buns in each.  He began talking in a high-
pitched voice, manipulating Chad's butt like a big set of
lips as he did so.  "Hi, Serena!  I'm Chad's butt!  I'm a
real potty mouth!"  Tommy dissolved into hysterics and had
to get control of himself before going on. 

"Want to hear me burp?" Tommy continued using his "Chad's
butt" voice.  He made a long farting noise with his lips. 
"Oh, that was a big one! Ooooooh, smells like chicken!" he
said, dissolving into hysterics so great he collapsed on
Chad's back.  Serena was laughing so hard she almost fell
out of the chair.  Tommy stopped to catch his breath.

"Hey, I got another idea," Tommy said as soon as he could
talk again.  "Stand up, Chad."  Chad slowly rose again,
wondering what his brother was up to, now, but glad to be
doing anything that delayed his brother spanking him.  Tommy
turned him to face Serena.  "Hands behind your head," he
ordered.  He reached around Chad and seized his brother's
penis, which though soft was still about an inch and a half
long and was still sporting the swollen head that came from
Chad's recent orgasm.  He spoke in a high, squeaky voice. 
"Hi, I'm Chaddy boy's little dickie!  Want to see me do some
exercises?  How about some squat-thrusts?"  Tommy started
counting "One, two, three, four," manipulating the boy's
penis with the count.  Starting with the older boy's penis
pulled straight up, Tommy pulled down on it while saying
"one," pulled it straight out on the "two," squeezed it up
tight against his body on the "three," and then stretched it
straight up again with the "four."  He continued this for
several cycles, laughing so hysterically at the end he
couldn't get the words out.  Serena was giggling
uncontrollably by the time he stopped.  

After a moment, Tommy had gotten his breath enough to go on. 
Using both hands, he aimed Chad's penis at Serena and
grasped both sides of the head with opposing hands.  He
began manipulating Chad's pee slit, talking in his high,
squeaky voice as he did so.  "I'm Chaddy boy's little
dickie!" he announced again.  "Better be careful, or I'll
lose control and spit up on you!"

"Stop it, Tommy," Chad said, pulling away.  "That hurts!"  

Tommy let go and looked up at Chad.   "Oh, I'm sorry," he
said.  "I didn't realize you'd rather be paddled than have a
little fun.  Get back over my knees, then, and I'll paddle
you!"

Too late, Chad realized Tommy had just been looking for an
excuse to convert his spanking to a paddling.  Not wanting
to anger his brother further, Chad settled himself back into
the humiliating spanking position and lay there trembling. 
He definitely wasn't looking forward to being paddled with
that awful wooden spoon!

"Because I feel sorry for you, big brother, I'm going to
tell you how many you're going to get," Tommy said matter-
of-factly.  "I'm going to give you 12 spanks with the wooden
spoon, 5 in the middle of your left bun, 5 in the middle of
your right, and 2 more somewhere special.  I bet you can't
guess where the somewhere special is!"

"Nooooooo, not my poo hole," Chad shrieked.  "Don't paddle
my poo hole!"

"What did I tell you about saying that?" Tommy asked
levelly.  "What did I say would happen next time you said
'poo hole?'"

Chad wracked his brain.  He couldn't remember, what Tommy
had threatened, but he knew it was bad.  "I don't remember,"
he finally admitted.  "But please don't do it, whatever it
was."

"I don't remember what I said, either," Tommy admitted. 
"But as a lesson, I'm going to add 2 more smacks between
your butt hole and your balls.  So you're getting 14.  Now
shut up and take them like a big boy, or I'll add more
smacks, or even a hand spanking afterwards."

Chad shut up, but only briefly.  The first blow from the
wooden spoon in Tommy's hand had him yelping and clenching
his butt, and his yelps got louder as Tommy administered 5
spanks to first one bun, then the other.  The centers of
Chad's butt were on fire by the time Tommy finished the
10th, and to Serena's amazement he was crying freely.  Tommy
let him lie there a moment, then yanked on his shoulder. 
"Get up, brother, and get in the inspection position for
your last 4.  Serena will hold you."

Chad got up stiffly, bawling like a baby, and flopped
backward onto the hassock, lifting his legs over his head
and clutching his buns.  Tommy let him do so, given that
Chad's sore butt wasn't the current target, anyway.  He
showed Serena how to grab each of Chad's legs to steady him,
and then delivered 2 swift blows on the space just between
Chad's butt hole and his balls, and 2 more on his clenching
sphincter.  Serena let go of Chad and he lay on the floor
clutching his butt crack from between his legs, gently
probing his butt hole and howling.  They left him there and
went into the kitchen for more soda.  When they returned 10
minutes later, Chad was lying on his back with his legs
spread, still clutching his butt crack and sniffling,
rocking gently back and forth.  Tommy helped him get up and
guided him into the corner.  "Mom said you have to stay in
the corner until she gets home, which will be any minute
now," he said.  "Because you got spanked on the butt hole,
I'm not going to make you get on your stool – you'd probably
be too sore, anyway."

Chad stood sniffling in the corner, gently exploring the
more tender parts of his intimate anatomy.  Man, Tommy
paddled hard for a little kid!  He'd have to be more careful
to obey his brother and not get his goat next time.  He
never seemed to know when to shut up for his own good!  He
heard Tommy and Serena saying goodbyes and Tommy seeing her
to the door, then returning to turn on the TV, holding a bag
of potato chips and munching noisily.  He studiously ignored
his brother's hiccups and the two bright red spots on his
butt.  

Shortly thereafter, Mrs. Henson and Beth came bustling
through the door, full of good cheer from their shopping
excursion.  Chad's mother walked to the corner and examined
her son's bare bottom, noting the red centers on each bun. 
"I see Tommy did a good job with you tonight.  From the
looks of things I'd guess you earned a paddling rather than
just a spanking," she said to Chad.  "I hope you realize now
your brother is in charge."

She turned to her younger son, still glued to the TV and
eating potato chips.  "Did you make sure he cried long
enough?" she asked.  Tommy nodded, cramming potato chips in
his mouth.  He swallowed and then spoke.

"Yes, Mom.  Serena came over and we shot some hoops while
Chad cleaned the pool and washed off the patio.  I made him
do it naked, like you said.  Then we gave him his bath –
Serena helped, so I let her be the one to make him cum.  He
gave us trouble when we were getting him ready for his
spanking, so I paddled him with the wooden spoon and sent
him to the corner."  Tommy said.  "I made him sit on his
stool every time he sat down, like you said," Tommy said,
"but I let him stand up this time because I had to smack him
a couple of times you know where and I figured he was too
sore for the stool afterward.  I didn't want to be mean," he
added.

"Sounds like you did just fine," his mother said.  "Come out
and help me unload the car.  You too, Chad."

Chad turned from the corner, still sniffling a bit.  He
scrubbed at his face, wiping the residual tears on his arm. 
His mother beckoned him, and he followed her down the hall,
his little wiener wagging as he went.  Tommy had already
gone out the door, leaving it open.  Chad darted to one side
of the hall, trying to stay out of view of anyone outside,
and reached for his clothes in the stack on the floor where
he'd left them, but his mother stopped him.  "Don't bother
with those now," she said.  Just get out to the trunk and
help Tommy carry things in."

"But I'm naked!" Chad pleaded.  "I'll just put on my
underpants.  That will only take a second."

Chad's mother reached him in two quick strides.  She looped
her left arm around his body, pinning his own arms to his
sides, then gave him two terrific whacks on his bare butt,
one on each side, each landing on the already bright red
spots that Tommy had made earlier with the wooden spoon.
Chad began squalling, his hands flying back to cup his
buttocks as soon as his mother released him.  "I said get
out in the driveway and help Tommy!" she said.  She gave
Chad a shove toward the door.  Still gripping his painfully
sore bottom, Chad hobbled out the door, now so focused on
avoiding more pain in his butt that he was totally oblivious
to his nudity.  

Tommy was gathering bags from the trunk of the car as Chad
hobbled up, still gripping his butt.  Neighborhood children
who had just been called in for the night stopped to gape at
Chad Henson standing by the car totally naked, gripping a
bright red bottom and crying lustily, his little wiener
flopping as he danced.  "You never learn, do you big
brother," Tommy said as he gathered bags.  "All you have to
do is obey her and do what she says, but you're so worried
someone will see your little wiener that you can't do it. 
It isn't like lots of people haven't seen it already."  He
headed past Chad toward the house.  "You'd better bring in
the rest of the stuff, or Mom will probably come out with a
paddle and blister your butt right here in the driveway," he
commented as he left.  

Trying to control his crying, Chad grabbed the remaining
bags, holding the ones in his right hand in front of his
bared genitals, and the ones in his left in front of his
bottom. He hobbled into the house, his butt still
complaining.  He carried the bags into the living room.  His
mother looked up from where she'd been looking though bags. 
"Did you shut the trunk?" she asked.

"I'll do it," Tommy said, but his mother put up a hand to
stop him. 

"I think your brother should go out and do it.  Chad, I'm
giving you one more chance to show you can obey me tonight. 
Walk out to the car, and I mean walk, not run.  Shut the
trunk, and then walk calmly back.  Keep your arms at your
sides the whole time.  Now go," she said.

Resisting his urge to run, and still sniffling from the
stinging in his bottom, Chad walked out to the car.  He
ignored the wolf whistles and questions from the kids who
were gathered around the driveway, unable to believe that he
was outside, naked, his obviously freshly-spanked butt on
display, his little genitals naked to the world.  He shut
the trunk and walked back to the house with as much dignity
as a nude boy with a red butt can muster.

Once in the house, his mother decided it was time for both
boys to go to bed.  "Now remember, Chad, that as long as
you're in diapers at school, Tommy or Beth are to spank you
every morning and every night.  Unless, of course, you're
disobedient, smark-alecky, or misbehave while they're in
charge of you, in which case they are to paddle you like
Tommy did today.  Today it was Tommy's turn, so tomorrow
will be Beth's.  And don't forget that as part of your
punishment, while you're in diapers you aren't allowed to
give yourself pleasure by touching or playing with your
privates. I've told Tommy and Beth, and now I'm telling you,
that you are never to be in the bathroom or your bedroom
with the door shut unless one of them is with you.  I'm
serious about this – losing your rights to pleasure yourself
is one of your punishments.  You have to earn it back, just
like the privilege of bathing yourself and the right to wear
clothing when you're home.  If you continue to disobey me
and to get in trouble in school, these privileges will
remain suspended.  If you show me obedience and good
behavior both at home and at school, you'll earn your rights
back.  Do I make myself clear?"

Chad nodded.  His butt hurt, his throat hurt from crying,
and his butt hole hurt from the chair peg and from that
awful wooden spoon.  He was pleased to be excused from any
more punishments, and willingly followed his brother
upstairs to bed.  On arriving, however, he discovered sleep
would be postponed for the moment.  As soon as the door was
shut, Tommy began removing his pants.  "I've been waiting
all day for this," he said to Chad, as he pulled down his
underpants and revealed his boyish penis standing tall
against his stomach.  You know what to do," he added,
thrusting his pelvis out and planting both legs.  With a
sigh, Chad got on his knees in front of his brother.  He
looked up at his younger brother looming over him.  "Can't
you at least wash it off or something before I have to do
it?" he asked plaintively.  

Tommy looked at him impatiently.  "It's not dirty," he said
indignantly.  "All I've done is pee with it, and pee isn't
dirty, it's sterile.  A little bit of pee in your mouth
won't hurt you.  And it might be a little sweaty, but that
won't hurt you either.  The salt in it will just give it
more flavor.  Now suck," he ordered. "I'm really horny."

"You're what?" Chad asked.  

"Horny.  You know, really wanting sex.  Man, don't you know
anything?  What do 7th grade boys talk about, anyway?" Tommy
said.  

Chad gently grasped the base of his brother's wiener and
aimed it horizontally, then guided it into his waiting
mouth.  Aiming, as always, to get this humiliating task over
as soon as possible, he took his brother's entire wiener
into his mouth and began sucking, trying to speed the
process by moving his head up on down on the shaft at the
same time and swirling his tongue on the ridges of the
mushroom head.  

Tommy must have been anticipating this moment just as he
said, because in record time he was forcing Chad's head all
the way onto him with both hands, humping against Chad's
face as he shot his two small dribbles into his brother's
throat.  "Swallow, Chad, and I'll let you go," he ordered. 
Having already been given one very public lesson on
obedience by his mother just moments ago, and with his butt
stinging and burning still, Chad dutifully swallowed, and
Tommy released his head.  Chad sat back on his sore
haunches, hating having to service his brother morning and
night, but at least glad no one else knew he did it.  Well,
almost no one else.  Tommy's friend Jesse knew, and the
little twins across the street, mainly because he'd had to
service them, too, just yesterday.  But no one else did, and
for that he was grateful.  

"Wipe your spit off me, big brother," Tommy ordered, and
Chad dutifully took tissues and swabbed his drool off of his
brother's genitals.  He started for the bedroom door, but
Tommy stopped him.  "Where do you think you're going," he
asked.  

"I'm going to the bathroom.  I need to wash the taste of you
out of my mouth," Chad said, mildly irritated.  "And I need
to pee."

"I have to go with you," Tommy said.  "If you're alone you
might jerk off, and Mom said you can't."

"I don't even feel like touching myself," Chad said.  "Won't
even touch it – I'll just let it hang when I pee.  But I
need to go, and I want to wash the taste of you out of my
mouth."

"All right," Tommy said.  "Go. But you'd better be back in 2
minutes, and your wiener better look just like it does now
or I'm taking you downstairs for Mom to spank.  Don't think
you can have a quick one and fool me.  I'm a boy, too – I
know how your wiener looks after you cum."

Chad raced to the bathroom, his little wiener flopping the
whole way.  He peed quickly, ignoring the position of the
seat, and then grabbed the mouthwash off the sink and
swished it around his mouth until it was burning.  He
imagined he could still taste his brother, so he took
another swig and repeated his swishing.  As he started for
the door, Beth walked in, eyeing his actions.  "Little
brother had a sudden urge for some mouth action, I see," she
said.  

"I don't know what you're talking about," Chad said,
completely embarrassed at her accurate surmise.

"Oh, sure – you always rinse your mouth twice with mouthwash
right after spending a couple of minutes alone in the
bedroom with Tommy," she said derisively.  She glanced down
at his bare genitals with distaste.  "You boys look so silly
with your little things flopping around, you know that?" she
said, moving past him.  She saw the dampness on the tip of
his penis and glanced toward the toilet, frowning.  "How
come the seat's down, if you just peed?" she asked.  She
walked to the toilet and looked at it critically.  "Just
what is this, young man?" she asked, pointing at the seat. 
Chad looked, seeing, to his dismay, several drops of liquid
beaded on the front part of the seat.

"I–, I-, I-," he stammered.

"Don't bother trying to think up a lie.  What you did was
pee on the toilet seat because you're too lazy to lift it,"
she said disgustedly.  She pulled toilet paper off the roll
and handed it to him.  "Clean it up," she ordered.

Chad took the paper from her and wiped the seat vigorously,
dropping the paper into the toilet.  Beth examined his work
and nodded.  "All right," she said.  She put the top cover
of the toilet seat down and sat on it.  "Now come here and
bend over my knees."

Chad knew full well what was coming, but had no power to
stop it.  He meekly draped himself across her lap and
waited.  "I'd better check that you're clean," Beth
commented, spreading his sore butt with both hands.  Chad
winced.  It felt like she was trying to tear him in two.  He
gritted his teeth while she studied his poo-hole and his
crack burned from being stretched.  "You look a little sore
back there," she said.  "Tommy must have given the old
pooper a few good swats."  

She released his butt and without warning, began spanking
him fast and hard, hitting only the bottom part of each of
his buns and the space between, right over his butt hole. 
From her observation of many spankings given to boys when
she was in grade and middle school, as well as her own
recent experience, she was thoroughly aware of the
sensitivity of this part of the boy's bottom and of the way
that the pain of a spanking is enhanced when the boy is
repeatedly spanked in exactly the same spot.  Even though
she gave him only about 20 spanks, Chad was howling when she
finally stopped and released him.  

As Chad stood up, tears rolling down his cheeks, she reached
out and seized his limp penis.  "From now on, you pick up
that seat when you pee, do you understand?" she asked,
pulling his penis sharply several times for emphasis.  Chad
nodded, still crying, trying again in vain to soothe the
burning bottom part of his butt.  "Next time, I might just
make you lick it off instead of wiping it," she added.  "Now
go to bed.  I'll give you the rest of your punishment
tomorrow along with your morning spanking."

Chad trudged back to his room, dejected.  She was going to
make his spanking bigger tomorrow morning!  Why, oh why
couldn't he ever remember to lift the seat!  

Tommy was sitting on his own bed as Chad came in.  He
grinned at Chad.  "I know you weren't playing with yourself. 
I could hear the howling.  Turn around and let me see your
butt!"

Chad complied wordlessly.  Tommy whistled.  "Boy, she really
burned the bottom half, didn't she!  You're going to have
some new blisters, I think.  And she got you right over the
butt hole!  I hope, for your sake, you don't have to poo any
time soon!"  He chuckled and flopped down on his bed.  Chad
laid down on his stomach, trying to ignore his throbbing
bottom. He just knew Beth was really going to lay into him
tomorrow!  And then he had another day of being diapered and
changed in front of the class, and then the peg chair and
chores to look forward to when he came home, and then Beth
would undoubtedly be called upon to bathe him and spank or
paddle him before bedtime.  Knowing her, he thought muzzily
as he was slipping into sleep, she'll use the paddle for
sure.  He was almost looking forward to the day after, when
he'd be back in Tommy's tender clutches instead.