Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 26
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 26: Chad's Pee Training

Chad jumped out of the family car and raced to the entrance
of the amusement park.  To his surprise, it was almost
empty, and he and Tommy and Jimmy Chen and Jesse were waved
through without having to pay.  The new super coaster was
just inside the gate, and there was no line at all.  Chad
raced to the front, plunked down on the seat, and the bar
came down.  He was really excited – he'd wanted to ride this
ride all year!  As the coaster started up the first hill,
Chad noticed the seat of the car he was in was uncomfortably
hot.  In fact, it was burning hot, and his butt was burning
and throbbing with pain.  He tried to move off the seat but
the bar across his middle was holding him down – in fact,
his arms were pinned, too.  He opened his mouth to scream,
but a rubber nipple as big as a cow's sprung up and began
gently bopping him in the face.  His bottom was still
burning, but Chad fought the urge to open his mouth to
scream, because he knew somehow that the nipple would slip
in then, and for some reason that was a bad thing. The
nipple suddenly changed before his eyes – suddenly it looked
just like a boy's erect penis, except it was upside down, so
that the pee slit and the knot of flesh that tickled so
pleasantly when he handled himself was at the top.  Looking
beyond the stiff shaft that was still prodding at his mouth,
Chad saw a pair of boy's balls swaying back and forth as the
shaft jabbed at his face repeatedly, apparently trying to
enter his mouth.  

Suddenly Chad realized he was awake, and that there was no
roller coaster, but the jabbing penis remained.  He realized
with a start that his brother was straddling him. Tommy's
knees were pinning his arms, and his hands were holding down
Chad's thighs, and his groin was bumping Chad's face, his
hard wiener stabbing Chad in the face, trying to enter his
partially parted lips.  Chad twisted his face away to the
side.  "Let go! Let me up!" he said.  "You're making by butt
hurt by pushing down on me like that!  And get your wiener
out of my face!"  

"Not till you take your medicine, big brother," Tommy said
teasingly, still trying to jab his erect penis in Chad's
mouth.  Chad kept his face turned sideways, so Tommy was
jabbing his hard on into Chad's cheek instead.  Tommy's
manner became more serious.  "Look," he said.  "I want to
try something different this morning.  Just turn your head
back up, open your mouth, and keep your teeth back like a
good little boy.  I'll do everything else," he said
reasonably. "I'll enjoy it a lot more if I don't have to
hold you down."

"What the heck are you trying to do?" Chad asked from
between Tommy's legs.

"Jesse calls it 'face humping.'  Actually, he used the f-
word instead of 'humping,' but I think 'humping' sounds
better.  He says boys do it to their girlfriends all the
time.  I don't have a girlfriend, so you'll have to do. 
Look, just turn your face up and make your mouth tight
around me, and I'll be done in a minute."

Chad kept his head to the side, hoping Tommy would give up
and go away. Suddenly he felt Tommy's fingers grip his balls
and begin squeezing.  "Okay, okay," Chad squealed.  "Leggo! 
I'll do it.  But stop squeezing my balls, and get off! 
You're hurting me!"

Tommy moved his legs off of Chad's arms and shifted his left
hand to the side of Chad's thigh instead of on it.  He kept
his grip on Chad's genitals, though.  "Open up," he said. 
"Or I squeeze."

Chad forced himself to turn his head face up, and opened his
mouth for his brother's probing penis.  He tightened his
lips and tongue around the rubbery shaft as ordered, and
tried not to think about the fact his brother had him by the
nuts, and that the thing he peed with was in Chad's mouth. 
Tommy began humping away at Chad's mouth like a sex-starved
billy goat, ramming his groin into Chad's face on the down
thrust and pulling his wiener almost all the way out of
Chad's mouth on the up thrust.  He started out rather
inexpertly, pulling all the way out several times and having
to reach down and guide himself back in with his left hand,
but in fewer than 20 thrusts, his legs shot out behind him
and he buried his wiener to the hilt in Chad, depositing his
meager two squirts in the back of Chad's throat while
clenching his butt tightly and grunting with pleasure.  Chad
began gagging, and Tommy rolled off.  

"That was great," he said, as Chad sat up and tried to stop
gagging.  "I may do it that way again!"

"No, please," Chad said between coughs and throat clearing
noises.  "You jabbed that thing into the back of my throat
when you came.  I about threw up!"

"I'll try not to push so hard when I cum next time, then,"
Tommy said with an air of indifference to Chad's problems. 
"By the way, I saw Beth in the hall when I went to pee
before I woke you up, and she said to get your little fanny
downstairs as soon as you're up.  She also said to tell you
that you'd better not even think about peeing, just get
downstairs and onto your stool.  She says you're getting
pee-trained today!" Tommy said, smirking.  "I didn't ask her
what that was, but I bet you won't like it!"

Oh, great, Chad thought.  I've got to pee so bad I can't
stand it, and she wants me to sit on the peg that way!  I'll
be lucky if I don't pee all over the floor, but she'd
probably make me lick it up if I did.

Chad walked carefully down the stairs, trying not to think
about his full bladder.  He opened the door tentatively and
walked into the kitchen, expecting to see his sister, but
there was only a note on the table next to a giant glass of
orange juice, a spoon, and a container of yogurt.  He walked
over and read the note. It said:

Chad:  I've already put lotion on your peg.  Sit down on it
and eat the yogurt and drink all of the juice.  You will not
be allowed to get up until all of the juice and yogurt are
gone.  You are not allowed to pee until 7:15.  How many
spanks you get this morning for your morning spanking
depends on how long you can go without peeing.  You will
receive a minimum of 20 bare butt spanks this morning at
7:15.  If you pee before 7:15, even just one drop, I will
give 1 additional spank for every 15 seconds before 7:15
that are left to go when you pee.  Although you will
probably find it painful and uncomfortable to go without
peeing before 7:15, I'm doing this for your own good – you
need to learn that you can hold it long beyond the point you
think you can't anymore.  With your little butt on the line,
you should be able to go much longer without peeing than you
think.

P. S.  Remember, you aren't allowed to touch your little
pee-pee for any reason, not even to hold in the pee.

Beth

Chad, who'd been holding the end of penis for just that
reason while reading the note, dropped it like a hot potato. 
He looked at the clock – it was 6:45.  He'd have to go 30
minutes without peeing, and he already needed to go right
now!  He did a quick calculation – if he peed now, he'd get
120 spanks for peeing and 20 more as his morning spanking –
that would be 140!  And Beth wouldn't go light on him.  He'd
better just sit down and eat and try to think about other
things.

Chad walked carefully over to his stool and straddled it in
the usual fashion, using his hands to spread his buns and
then lowering himself until he felt the peg against his
hole, then easing down on it.  As the peg slipped inside
him, he felt the usual fullness, plus the additional
fullness of the pressure it immediately put on his bladder. 
His penis was already erect with a stout little pee hard-on
so the peg didn't change it at all for a change.  

As he settled his buns on the stool, he began to feel a
burning in his rectum.  Oh, no!  Beth had put the burning
lotion on the peg.  Chad began shifting uncomfortably on the
peg as the lotion burned inside him.  The need to pee grew
as the fire in his rectum grew.  He wanted to reach down and
squeeze his wiener tip like a 2-year-old racing to the
potty, but knew if his sister came in and saw him he'd be in
for a paddling for sure.  He tried to distract himself by
tearing open the foil on the yogurt and taking a sip of
juice.  

Chad had eaten all of the yogurt and was plowing through the
orange juice when Tommy and Beth entered, getting yogurt and
juice of their own.  The burn in Chad's rectum had continued
unabated, his butt hole felt like it was being stretched
completely out of shape, and there was now a powerful
burning at the base of his penis as a bladder full of pee
tried to force its way out.  He was squirming incessantly,
as he had been for the past 15 minutes.  

"What's the matter, Chad, got ants in your pants?" Beth
asked mockingly as she leaned over to check that the tip of
his erect penis and the ground under him had no traces of
wetness.

Chad drank the last of his orange juice.  "Can I get up,
now?" he asked his sister.  "You said I could get off the
stool when I'd finished breakfast."

"Yes, you may get up," she said.  "But go right to the
corner.  I've put some newspapers down in case you can't
hold it.  Plus if you leak even a drop, it will make a lot
of noise on the paper and I'll hear you."

Chad pulled himself slowly off the peg.  His insides still
burned.  Again it felt like his butt hole didn't want to
close, and he had to clench tightly to make it reluctantly
squeeze shut.  He walked, bowlegged, over to the corner and
stood there on the papers, conscious primarily of pee
pressing on his urinary sphincter.

Beth came up behind him and started stroking his butt.  "I
bet it would feel really good to pee right now, wouldn't it
Chad?  I bet you can just imagine how good it would feel to
just let go and pee as hard as you could right here on the
papers," she said teasingly.  

"Not going to go," Chad said through clenched teeth,
focusing all his strength on keeping his urinary sphincter
shut.  His little penis was at full hardness in front of
him, pulsing with his clenching efforts.  

The next 10 minutes seemed to be the longest in Chad's life,
aside from the times he has spent getting his butt beaten
over various people's laps.  Several times he almost lost
control and let fly on the papers, but each time he fought
the urge back.  Finally, Beth pronounced that his time was
up and led him to the hall bathroom by his penis, tugging it
painfully the whole way.

Chad was relieved when the toilet came in sight, but then
was surprised when Tommy restrained him while Beth put down
the toilet seat but left the top cover open.  She then sat
on it, still wearing her pants.  She spread her legs and
motioned him over her lap.  "You're getting your spanking,
first," she said.  "Then I'll let you pee.  You've got to
learn to hold it even when you're being spanked.  Now get
over my lap, and Tommy will hold your little dick so that if
you lose it you'll pee in the toilet and not on me.  He'll
also watch and tell me if you pee.  I'm giving you 20 hard
ones, but I'm adding an extra spank for each spank that
remains if you pee before I'm done.  So if you pee right
now, you'll get 40 hard spanks, but if you wait to the end,
you only get 20."

She arranged Chad over her lap.  As he got horizontal, with
pressure on his stomach, the urge to pee intensified.  Chad
felt Tommy's hand grip his penis between her legs and force
it straight down.  Beth waited a bit to prolong his agony
before beginning his spanking.

Chad began kicking and crying loudly from the first spank. 
Today Beth concentrated on his upper butt, leaving the
middle that had been paddled by Tommy and the bottom that
she had spanked the previous night mostly alone.  After Chad
had sobbed through 10 spanks, she suddenly landed a hard one
over his butt hole, just for variety's sake.  Chad was
caught by surprise, and in that moment he lost it
momentarily, and jetted a squirt of pee out of him before he
could clamp down again.

"He's peeing!" Tommy shouted, working hard to aim his
brother's organ straight down.  

"Okay, 20 more!' Beth replied loudly, so Chad could hear
her.  The rest of Chad's time over his sister's lap was a
fog of pain.  He went ahead and voided his bladder
completely, since it didn't matter now.  His relief was
short lived, as Beth proceeded to set his butt on fire,
covering the whole surface, including the parts still sore
from yesterday.  His butt was glowing beet red by the time
she sat him on his feet and ordered him to splash cold water
on his face and stop crying before coming out to get dressed
for school.

Several minutes later, Chad emerged from the bathroom, his
face still flushed and his bottom still bright red.  His
small genitals were playing hide and seek again, his wiener
a small button and his scrotum a ruddy half of a plum. 
Tommy and Beth were in the kitchen, Beth preparing to start
for school.  Chad's school clothes were on the kitchen
table.  "I've gotta go," Beth said.  "Let me see your butt."

Chad turned around slowly, to allow his sister to examine
his recently spanked butt.  She ran a hand gently over the
roughened surface, and then to his surprise, gave him a
quick hug.  "I'm sorry, I had to spank you so hard and
long," she said as she hugged him.  "But you've got to stop
peeing on people when they spank you.  I'm afraid I'm going
to have to give you more pee training after school."  She
released him, and reached into her purse.  "Here, to show
you that I do love you, and I'm doing this only for your own
good, I got you some special chocolate.  You can eat it now
before school.  Don't give any to Tommy, I got it especially
for you."

"I don't want any, anyway," Tommy said.  "I already brushed
my teeth."

Chad took the chocolate from his sister.  It didn't look
particularly special to him.  In fact, the tops of each
piece looked half melted, so he couldn't even read what
brand it was.  But he'd been deprived of sweets for two days
now, so he gobbled it hungrily, that had a drink of water to
wash it down and rushed to the bathroom to brush his teeth. 
He dressed hurriedly, and he and Tommy locked the front door
and started for school.

Chad walked gingerly along with Tommy as they made their way
to school.  It was hard to walk comfortably, when your butt
hurt as much as his did.  Man, that Beth really knew how to
sting a boy's butt!  He hated her technique of spanking him
in just one spot at a time, so that his butt never had a
chance to cool down between spanks.  Of course, as other
kids joined them along the way, questions were immediately
asked as to why Chad was walking oddly, and Tommy was forced
to recount again and again that Chad had been spanked on his
bare butt by his sister just a few minutes ago.  Chad walked
along, head down, wishing he was somewhere else.  One of the
girls, some friend of Tommy's whose name Chad did not know,
sidled up to Chad and slipped a hand down the back of his
pants, stroking his bare bottom.  Chad tried to slip away,
but Tommy stopped him.  "She just wants to feel your butt,
to see what a boy's butt feels like when he's just been
spanked.  Hold still, or I'll tell Mom tonight that you
disobeyed me!  And you know what'll happen if I do that!"

Tommy turned to the other children to explain.  "He has to
obey me all week, or our mom told me she'd give him a long
paddling on his bare butt, and that she'd do it right out on
the front porch in front of everybody!"

Chad froze, the girl's hand still caressing his bare butt. 
He hadn't heard the part about being paddled right on the
front porch!  Still, it did sound like something his mother
would do.  She was very much a stickler for rules, and she
was really angry at him for getting into trouble at school. 
While he was standing there frozen, the girl looped her hand
suddenly around the front of his underpants and gave his
bare genitals a squeeze.  "I've got your little wiener!" 
She said triumphantly.  She gave his small penis a yank and
then snaked her hand out of his pants, laughing.  She turned
to Tommy.  "Want me to pull yours next?"  She said
teasingly.

"No way!"  Tommy said.  "My stuff is private!"  Laughing, he
led them the last couple of blocks to the school.  His
female friend spent most of the trip talking about how hot
and rough Chad's butt was, and how small and squishy his boy
parts were.

After leaving Tommy and his friends by the grade school,
Chad rushed to the boys' room for a quick pee.  He then
slipped into the classroom and made his way to the front,
where the empty box was waiting by the tape line.  Emily was
sitting in her desk, obviously having arrived early so that
she wouldn't miss anything.  She gazed up at him, smirking
as he took his place and began removing shoes and socks. 
"Ready for another day of showing everybody your ugly little
butt and your little hamster dick?"  she sneered.  Chad
ignored her, unbuckling and unzipping his pants.  He folded
them neatly and put them in the box.  He glanced at the
clock.  He still had two minutes to go before he had to have
his underpants off.  He set the box down, and stood waiting.

"Come on, Chad," Lindsey said from her seat.  "We can't wait
to see that baby prick of yours!"

"Yeah, let it all hang out!"  Ronda called from the back of
the room.  Chad looked at the clock.  He waited until 30
seconds before the bell, then neatly skimmed his underpants
off and set them in the box.  As required, he placed his
hands behind his head, inadvertently thrusting his groin
toward Emily.  She glanced over her shoulder to make sure
Mrs. Rose wasn't in the classroom yet, then reached out and
gave Chad's little button penis a painful yank.  

"Cut that out!" Chad said, doubling over to protect his
privates, but carefully keeping his hands behind his head. 
At that point, Mrs. Rose walked into the room.

"I hope I didn't hear you talking, Mr. Henson," she said as
she approached him.  "I'd hate to have to order a spanking
for you again today," she added, "especially since I've just
gotten permission from the principal to make some important
changes in classroom punishment of you boys."

The boys looked at each other apprehensively.  "Changes in
punishment procedures" had a bad sound to it.  All of the
boys immediately assumed that this phrase probably meant
they would be spanked more frequently, longer, harder, or in
a more humiliating fashion.  The only question in their
minds was which of these it would be.

Mrs. Rose did not immediately satisfy their curiosity.  She
went through the process of calling roll, and thus
maximizing the amount of time Chad had to stand with his
bottom half naked in front of the class.  She then brought
the boxes of names to Chad and had him draw a name from each
box, pointing out as she did so that Joey's and Emily's
names were no longer in the box because they'd already had
their turns, and that Cynthia's name was not in the box for
reasons they were all well aware of.  Once again, she took
each of the slips as Chad drew them, so he could not see the
names himself.  He stood there looking at the back wall
while she made a show of opening each slipped slowly.  Don't
be Lindsey, don't be Lindsey, don't be Lindsey, he prayed
quietly to himself.

"Sarah Hull and Alan Delvecchio," she finally announced. 
"You'll diaper Chad and change him when necessary today."

The two appointed children walk to the front of the
classroom, retrieved the diaper cart, and strapped Chad down
as he obediently raised first his arms in the place, and
then his legs.  His recently spanked bright red butt was
again in view of the entire class.  Sarah spoke up.  "Excuse
me, Mrs. Rose, but Chad's bottom appears to be very red and
sore.  Should we do anything different to it?"  

Mrs. Rose got up from her chair and walked around to where
she can see Chad's bottom more clearly.  After examining it
for a moment, she replied,  "Don't worry, that's not an
irritation, like some boys get from not wiping themselves
well.  In fact, as you can see, the boy's anal area shows no
signs of redness of all, nor is there any redness
surrounding that area.  It's obvious that the redness in
this case was caused by the boy getting a sound, and
probably well-deserved spanking within the last hour.  Is
that correct Chad?  Did you get spanked this morning before
school?"

"Yes ma'am," Chad admitted in a low voice.

"Who spanked you this morning, and why did you get spanked?" 
she asked.

"My sister," Chan said, almost whispering but afraid not to
tell the truth for fear the teacher would check with his
mother.  "Because I'm in diapers at school, and because I
forgot to pick the toilet seat up when I used it last night. 
And then I got extra, because I went pee while being
spanked."

"I see it," Mrs. Rose said.  "You do seem to have a time
controlling your bladder during spankings, don't you Mr.
Henson."  She turned back toward her desk, saying over her
shoulder, "Just lotion him like normal.  His bottom might be
a little sore, but he'll be fine."

Sarah quickly covered Chad's sore bottom and genitals with
lotion, showing no interest in the intimate contact she was
making.  Alan seemed to be in a hurry to cover up Chad's
genitals, as if it bothered him to look at them.  Chad had
no way of knowing that the opposite was true, that Alan
covered him up quickly because seeing Chad naked had given
him a raging hard on, which he was afraid the other boys
might notice.  Alan had been initiated into boy-boy sex by
an older cousin more than a year ago, and he had since
engaged in several encounters with neighborhood boys, mostly
kids younger than him.  He had considered these adventures
just "fooling around" initially, but lately had become
troubled that his thoughts in private moments had tended to
focus on the genitals of boys, and that those thoughts were
accompanied by extreme sexual yearning.  Looking at Chad
just now, he had experienced a powerful desire to fondle the
button penis until it stood up proud and tall, and then to
make the boy cum while he stared into those beautiful brown
eyes.  Alan wondered if it would be possible to persuade
Chad to come home with him one day, and if Chad could be
persuaded to do some of the things that Alan had fantasized
about.