Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 2
by Chadlad

copyright 2006 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 2: Chad Loses Control

Suddenly, there was shuffling and murmuring in the hall, 
followed by the sound of the classroom door opening and the
unmistakable sounds of a large group of children entering
and whispering among themselves as they settled themselves
on the ground at the front of the classroom.  Obviously
another class of kids was here, and from the sound of it,
little kids.  Why would a group of younger kids be here? 
Suddenly the truth dawned on Chad.  They must be the
classmates of the little kid he'd pushed that morning when
all his troubles had started.  He'd just been hurrying to
make it to his homeroom by the tardy bell, and that clump of
little kids was in the way, and he'd tried to get past them,
and when they didn't move he'd just shoved a little!  It
wasn't his fault the little guy had fallen and hit his head
on that bench.  Then there'd been blood, and suddenly the
principal was holding him and the school nurse was there and
talking about concussions and the kid having to go to the
hospital, and before he'd known it he was being hustled into
his class and handed over to Mrs. Rose.  He'd still been in
shock as he'd listened to the principal explain that her
student had viciously pushed down a third grade and that she
needed to make an example of him, and that such violence
would not be tolerated.  He wanted to shout out that it had
been an accident, and that it wasn't his fault, and that the
stupid little kids shouldn't have been in his way, but he
couldn't make any sound come out, and that's when Mrs. Rose
had announced his punishment and sent him to the corner.  

His supposition about the visitors was soon demonstrated to
be correct.  "Quiet down, children," he heard the voice of
his old 3rd grade teacher say.  "Now we all know why we're
here – so you can witness the chastisement of young Mr.
Henson, the naughty 7th grader who gave your classmate a
concussion.  Mr. Henson used to be a better behaved boy when
he was in my class, but it's obvious he's gone down the
wrong path in the last four years and needs to learn to
control his temper.  I expect you all to be on your best
behavior and to pay close attention.  You boys should be
especially attentive, because this could happen to you, too,
if you don't watch your step."  There was a brief pause,
then she went on, "Mrs. Rose, we're settled in and ready
now."

That must mean it was almost time for his spanking!  Chad's
heart began pounding wildly.  Too soon!  It was going to
happen too soon! He wasn't ready for the humiliation of
being depanted in front of everybody, including a bunch of
little squirts, and be whacked on his scantily clad bottom! 
If Chad had been able to run through the wall in front of
him at that moment, he would have.  Instead, he just stood
there trembling, awaiting what came next.


"Thank you, Mrs. Whitney," Chad's teacher said, rising from
her desk.  "Mr. Henson, turn around and face the class."
Slowly Chad turned, surveying the crowded room nervously.
His classmates were watching attentively from their desks,
and the group of 3rd graders were sitting on the floor in
the front of the classroom.   "Let us start by reminding you
all why we are gathered together in the same classroom
today.  We are here to punish Chad Henson for his
inappropriately aggressive behavior on the playground this
morning, which some of you witnessed.  For those of you who
didn't, Chad lost his temper and pushed Joseph Rainey, a
younger and smaller child, quite violently, causing him to
strike his head on a bench when he fell.  As a result of
this, he sustained a painful head wound and received a
concussion as well, and had to go to the hospital.  As you
all know, such behavior is not tolerated at this school. 
I'm sure many of you 3rd graders are friends of Joseph, as I
understand he is very popular."  Most of the 3rd graders
nodded, some turning steely-eyed glares at Chad.  Chad could
see that none of them would be sorry to see him go into the
humiliating bottom's up position over his teacher's lap –
indeed, it appeared most were looking forward to it, if
their sparkling eyes meant anything.  One little girl in
front, especially, looked like she couldn't wait to see him
start crying.  He scanned the room for a sympathetic face
among his own classmates, but saw only eager grins from both
the boys and the girls.  Even his best friend, Jimmy Chen,
looked flushed and excited, and not at all upset at Chad's
fate. 

Mrs. Rose was continuing her remarks.  "Because of the
unprecedented violence of his actions, Mr. Henson will would
be spanked this morning and also paddled this afternoon.  In
order to make sure that both the punishments are painful
enough to make a strong impression, Chad will be punished
wearing nothing but underpants."  This brought a chorus of
giggles from most of the 3rd graders and snickers from some
of his own classmates, followed by a smattering of applause
from a number of 3rd grade students.  Chad glanced around
the room looking for a sympathetic face, but all he saw
everywhere he looked were smiling faces that appeared to be
eagerly awaiting his humiliation and pain.  

Emily Git, sitting in the center of the front row, raised
her hand.  If there was one person in the classroom who
hated Chad, it was her.  She had seemed to enjoy getting
Chad into trouble, ever since they'd started kindergarten.
"Mrs. Rose," she said sweetly when the teacher acknowledged
her, "wouldn't it be more fair if Chad took his underpants
off, too?  After all, sweet little Joseph didn't have
anything protecting his head, so why should Chad have
anything protecting his bottom?"

"He should have to take everything off," one third grader
opined.  

"Yeah, everything off," shouted another one of the 3rd grade
boys, obviously another friend of Joseph. "And he should be
spanked with a big paddle for an hour!"

In the front, a small group of boys started changing, 
"Everything off, everything off, everything off," and were
soon joined by the rest of the 3rd grade and some of Chad's
classmates as well.  

Mrs. Whitney shushed them.  "Given he has both a spanking
and a paddling coming," she stated, "I think the underpants
punishments Mrs. Rose has in mind are sufficient.  A boy has
to be extremely naughty to be spanked bare even in the 7th
grade, and I know for a fact that Mrs. Rose's spankings are
extremely hard and painful.  Although," she added almost to
herself, I can't deny that this lad deserves it."  The other
children's disappointment was palpable.  

Mrs. Rose, now all business, turned her most forbidding
expression to Chad.  "Remove your shoes and socks, and place
them in this box," she ordered.  Chad kicked each shoe off
using his other foot, then bent and picked them up, dropping
them in the box.  He then bent and grabbed each sock toe,
one at a time, pulling them off and dropping them in the box
also.  "Now your shirt," she said.  Hesitating until Mrs.
Rose's frown began deepening, he finally steeled himself and
his school uniform polo shirt over his head and dropped it
into the box as well.  His narrow bare chest and flat
stomach immediately felt the chill of the classroom air, and
he crossed his arms over it, hiding his small, almost
colorless nipples but leaving his flat, almost "outie" belly
button exposed.  The ground felt cold on Chad's bare feet,
and he flexed his toes against it.  He shivered, dreading
the next command.  All too soon it came.  "Take down your
pants," the teacher commanded.  Chad's hands hesitantly
moved to the snap on the front of his pants, but then froze. 
He couldn't!  He just couldn't!  He gripped the front of his
pants with shaking hands, but couldn't bring himself to
unsnap the snap or lower the zipper.  

"Young man, I must warn you that each failure to obey by you
will cost you more spanks, and consequently more pain before
your spanking is over," Mrs. Rose said sharply.  With her
left hand, each of his small, thin wrists and hoisted them
over his head.  With her free right hand, she deftly
unsnapped his snap, lowered his zipper, and flipped the
front of his pants open, exposing the front of his white
briefs.  Indicating a 3rd grade boy and girl sitting almost
at her feet, she asked them to please pull down his pants. 
Eager hands gripped either side of the jeans, and without
any ceremony Chad was suddenly standing with his hands over
his head and his pants being drawn to his feet, with nothing
but underpants between him and totally nudity.

"Step out, please," she ordered.  Chad mechanically stepped
out of first one leg and then the other of his pants.  He
was standing in front of his class in his underpants!  He
had never been so humiliated in his whole life!  A quick
glance at the students revealed his worst fears, their eyes
were riveted on his midsection.  They were staring at the
meager bulge of his crotch.  Some of the girls were
smothering giggles and others were whispering to their
neighbors.  Even the boys were giving his midsection their
undivided attention.  Chad couldn't resist the urge to
glance down at himself.  His clean white underpants neatly
outlined his trim little boy package.  Even he could see
where his small penis made the cloth bulge outward slightly,
and his miniature scrotum created its own small bulge
underneath.  Everybody could see everything!  With her free
hand, the teacher grasped him by the shoulder and rotated
him, so that his small butt was facing the class.  As she
did so, she smoothed the thin cloth over his butt with her
free hand, traveling upward to snug his waistband a bit
higher and outline his buns more clearly.  As she snugged
his underpants up, he could feel the cloth pulled tightly
between his legs, and the cold air as the bottom corners of
his bare butt peaked out.  Although this exposed only two
small triangles of smooth bottom skin, to Chad it felt like
half his butt was sticking out. It suddenly struck him that
those little corners of his butt were naked, and were going
to be spanked with no protection whatsoever. He began
visibly trembling. 

Meanwhile, the teacher was studying Chad's bottom, examining
the effects of her adjustments on his underpants.  Her free
hand traveled around to the front, where she adjusted the
leg seam on the bottom left side of his undies, tucking it
under his small sack where a bit of the wrinkled skin was
slightly visible.  She then snugged the front up, which
raised the boy's scrotum slightly, making it more prominent
through his underwear.  The shift of the cloth upward also
lifted his small, flaccid penis slightly, which made it
point straight out and also made it more obvious to any
onlookers.  Satisfied, she rotated him back to face the
class so they could see the results of her adjustments. 
Chad could feel every eye in the classroom, riveted on his
small package.  Involuntarily he squeezed his buns together,
causing a small thrust of his groin and creating snickers in
the classroom from several boys.  He could hear one girl
comment to another that he was acting like he could already
feel the spanks.  

"Before I start your spanking young man," she announced,
"you may have a minute to apologize to both of the classes. 
If your apology is sincere enough, it's possible I might
just go easier on you and shorten your spanking a bit." 
Chad whimpered and took a moment to catch his breath.  "I'm
sorry," he said in a voice that was almost a whisper.  "I
didn't mean to hurt him. "Please, do I have to have a
spankin'?  Isn't there something else I could do?"  "I'm
sorry," the teacher replied, "but a boy who has anger
management problems like you do must experience great
amounts of humiliation and pain in order to train him to
control himself and to make sure that message is received. 
You should be ashamed of yourself – hurting a small boy like
that!" she said firmly. "Frankly, Emily is probably right
that you should be receiving this on your bare bottom
instead of having those nice thick underpants to protect
you."  Chad gaped in disbelief.  Thick underpants?  His
undies were practically see-through they were so paper thin. 
If he'd known he was getting spanked that morning, he'd have
worn the thickest pair he could find.  And he didn't even
want to think about a bare-butt spanking!  

"Please," he tried once more.  "I don't want a spankin'. 
It's gonna hurt!"  "Of course," the teacher said firmly.
"Spankings are supposed to hurt. How else would you learn
from them!"  She scanned the class, enjoying their attention
and approval of her pronouncement.  "I think we've given you
enough time to show remorse and apologize.  Frankly, you
don't sound very apologetic at all – all you're worried
about is your own little bottom – you don't care anything
about the little boy you hurt so badly.  Therefore, I have
decided this particular spanking is going to be an
especially long, hard one."  There was a murmur of approval
from the combined classes.  It didn't appear that anyone was
unhappy with that decision.  

"And remember that this is just your first punishment," Mrs.
Rose added. "After lunch, you're going to get a well-
deserved paddling on your already sore, well-spanked bottom.
And if you think I spank hard, just wait until my paddle
hits your little hind end!"  Chad started sniffling, no
longer able to hold back the tears. He'd forgotten about the
paddling!  His butt was going to hurt so bad!  He couldn't
imagine how much a paddle would hurt with nothing but the
thin cloth of his briefs between it and his tender butt. 
Why, he'd be nothing but blisters all over, and he wouldn't
be able to sit down for a week!

Without any further ado, Mrs. Rose sat in the spanking chair
she had positioned in the center of the front of the class,
which just happened to make it directly in front of Emily's
desk  Emily herself was looking slightly flushed and
particularly pleased with her front row seat. Mrs. Rose
released Chad a moment, just long enough to pick up the
thick towel that all the teachers put on their laps before
spanking the boys.  Years ago their kindergarten teacher had
explained during the first week of class, before hand
spanking Sam Huber for the first time on his pants-covered
butt, that all the teachers put a thick towel on their laps
before spanking boys.  She had explained patiently to the
class, as Sam stood beside her shaking and trying to keep
from crying, that when she spanked boys they usually cried
like little babies, and she didn't want their snot and tears
on her good clothes.  Also, some began sweating from the
effort of all their crying and kicking, and the towel
protected her from that as well.  "And," she had added at
the time, "every few years one of you little boys is such a
baby that he wets himself during his spanking, and I sure
don't want that on me!" 

Having settled the towel to her satisfaction, Mrs. Rose
reached over and twirled Chad around, drawing him firmly
down across her lap.  Shoving him further forward, she
adjusted his position.  Still not satisfied, she pressed
downward on his bare shoulders and pulled in his legs closer
to hers, making his body into a gentle arc with his
underpants-clad butt at the apex. His head and arms hung
down to one side, and his legs hung down the other, the
knees slightly bent and his toes resting lightly against the
cold floor. She then gripped his left leg just above the
knee and separated his legs so that his feet were wider
apart than his hips.  His shockingly white underpants stood
out in the middle of his sun-browned body.  (Chad had a
swimming pool at home and swam daily in the summer, and his
residual tan covered every part of his body but his swimsuit
region.)  

The teacher observed to herself what a satisfying target
this boy's white clad bottom made.  Although the lad was
small and slight of build, his bottom was nicely rounded and
firm and well-fleshed enough to make an excellent spanking
target.  He was trembling, as many boys did when over her
lap, and she resolved she'd really give him something to
tremble about!  This was one boy who would dread any return
trips over her knees for a long, long time!  She reached
down and grasp the waistband of the boy's undies, pulling
them even more tightly, so that they snugged even more into
the cleft of his firm bottom, outlining his little boy buns
clearly.  "That looks quite satisfactory," she said quietly. 
"I think you're ready." She straightened up and scanned the
class. All eyes were on Chad.  "Now remember," she ordered
Chad, "a boy being spanked in my class must make no effort
to resist his spanking.  No trying to protect your bottom,
and keep the kicking to a minimum during the entire time!
You know the consequences if you don't!  You may, of course,
cry as loudly as you want to."  
 
Chad indeed knew this teacher's rules about resisting during
a spanking very well. Along with all the other boys in the
class, he's see the result first hand when Gregory Swift had
tried to escape her lap in the middle of a painful spanking
the first week of class.  He had managed to get himself off
her lap and fall to the floor but got no farther when she
caught him again.  She had calmly ordered two boys from the
front row to grab each of Gregory's legs, and two girls to
grab each of his hands to hold him in position, then she had
announced that Gregory's spanking would now start over from
the beginning because it had been interrupted, and that she
would add an additional spanking on the seat of his pants to
be administered the next day as a punishment for his failure
to submit to his original punishment.  After watching
Gregory wail through his spanking that day, and seeing an
even more frightened Gregory wail even louder as the teacher
punished his still sensitive bottom the following day, all
the boys had vowed to never resist when being spanked. 
After Gregory had calmed his crying and been sent to the
corner, Mrs. Rose had informed all of them that she had gone
easy on Gregory because he was the first to attempt to
escape, but that she would not go easy on the next boy who
tried to do so.  Chad still remembered here words quite
well.  "You boys are in middle school now, and you should be
able to control yourselves, even when you're being spanked. 
The next time one of you little boys tries to escape a well-
deserved spanking, I will do one of three things, depending
on my mood.  I'll either switch to the paddle immediately if
you're being spanked, remove an article of protective
clothing if you have one on, or add an addition spanking for
the next day.  So remember that, all of you!  Resist or
attempt to get away, and you get a worse spanking or even an
additional one."

So Chad understood that any boy who kicked hard enough to
prevent his spanking from continuing, or who reached back to
cover his butt, or who tried to get away might lose his
pants or underpants for the duration of the spanking, or
have his spanking converted into a paddling.  Extrapolating
from that, Chad realized that if he were to kick or try to
protect his butt, he might find himself suddenly getting
paddled instead.  Worse, he could lose his underpants!  He'd
be bare naked!  He couldn't imagine what a spanking would
feel like bare naked!  And after the spanking, he would have
to stand and face the class until he was done bawling!  It
was bad enough, he was going to do it in his underpants, but
to do it bare naked would be so humiliating he wouldn't be
able to stand it!  Chad determined he was going to hold as
still as possible, no matter how bad his butt hurt!

Suddenly, Chad became aware of an overwhelming urge to pee. 
He had not been allowed to go to the bathroom before class
he usually did, but instead was hustled into the classroom
to await his punishment.  It didn't help that he'd drunk a
20 oz. soda with breakfast, either.  When you added to that
the intense fear of the coming spanking, the urge was almost
overwhelming, and thinking about it made it worse.   A
burning urgency rose inside him as if the pee was a living
organism trying to force its way out.  Worse yet, he could
feel his penis responding to the pressure by trying to rise,
straining against the front of his tight underpants. 
Fortunately, his position over the teacher's lap all but hid
the bulge of his privates, except to the students at the
front of the left side of the classroom and the 3rd graders
seated almost directly behind him, who probably could see
his erection if they were looking in the right place. Waves
of urgency built up in him, until finally his need overcame
his fear of speaking up and his humiliation of having to
admit to his need.   

"Please" he managed to gasp out, "can I go to the bathroom
before my spankin'?"  He looked at the teacher pleadingly,
while at the same time tightening his butt to fight the
powerful pee-urge.  

"No," the teacher replied, continuing to raise her hand to
the spanking position.  "Like all bad boys, you're just
trying to stall.  Everybody here is waiting for your
spanking, and we aren't waiting any longer.  You can just
hold it until after your spanking, and after you're done
crying."  

"But I gotta go," Chad wailed.  

The teacher paused a moment.  "What is it you have to do?"
she finally asked.  She certainly didn't want to deal with a
pooper – the resulting cleanup was just too much of a mess.  

"I gotta gooooo!" Chad repeated, more loudly and urgently. 

 "But what do you have to do?" she asked, her hand still
held menacingly above his scantily clad butt.  "Do you have
to go poo-poo or pee-pee?"  Chad blushed at the childish
words.  He was in 7th grade, but the teachers still treated
him like the younger child he appeared to be.  

"I gotta pee," he said, almost whispering in his intense
embarrassment of having to talk about such a private thing
in front of everybody.  Several 3rd graders giggled.

"All naughty boys think they have to pee when they're about
to be spanked.  Don't worry, you'll forget about it when I
start burning your butt," Mrs. Rose said dismissively.  "If
you still think you have to pee after you've been spanked
and stopped crying, I'll have one of the boys take you
before you go to the corner.  But don't you dare even think
of wetting on me.  Anyone who loses control during a
spanking from middle school onward gets the diaper
treatment!"  

This was the first Chad or anyone in the 3rd  or 7th grade
had ever heard about the diaper treatment, but it sounded
bad.  "What's the diaper treatment?" a little girl on the
floor asked.  The teacher lowered her hand onto Chad's butt,
caressing it gently as she answered, making it even harder
to concentrateg on fighting the pee back into his bladder. 
His little wiener was rock hard now and was prodding the
teacher's leg through the towel, a fact she finally noticed
to her amusement.  

"It doesn't happen often, but if a boy pees or poos himself
during his spanking," the teacher said patiently, getting a
laugh when she mentioned pee and poo, "we have to call the
nurse to clean him up.  We do not spank a boy if he has pee
or poo in his underpants, because boys get little blisters
during a good spanking, and we don't want the blisters to
get infected.  So when a boy pees or poos himself during a
spanking, the nurse has to come and wash him off, so his
spanking can continue. When you're in grade school, the
nurse merely comes and takes the boy to her office, where
she cleans him up in private and outfits him with clean
underpants and pants if he's wearing them."

Several of the third graders were nodding – one of their
classmates had wet himself the year before when being
spanked, and had gone off sniffling with the nurse, only to
come back later with different pants on to resume his
spanking some minutes later.  But to Chad's class this was
all news, because up to this point none of them had ever
lost control while being spanked.  Mrs. Rose continued
massaging Chad's bottom as she went on.  "In middle school
it's different.  You boys should be able to control
yourselves by now – you're not little kids anymore. 
Besides, it's possible one of you will get it into his head
the he can get back at the teacher or get a break from his
spanking by deliberately wetting himself. So to make sure
that doesn't happen, if one of you boys wets himself while
being spanked, the nurse will bring the diaper cart to the
classroom and clean you up right here in front of the class. 
That means that a boy who wets himself will be undressed and
washed off right here in front of everyone.  And we don't
provide replacement clothes for middle school boys who wet
or soil themselves   If a boy wets or soils his underpants,
he just has to do without them.  Once he's cleaned up, his
spanking goes on."  

"You mean if Chad wets himself he gets spanked bare butt?"
Emily asked excitedly.  

"Yes of course," the teacher said matter-of-factly, as if
naked boys in school were a casual fact of life (as, indeed,
they were from 7th grade onward).  "If a boy has nothing to
wear, we can't stop his spanking just for that reason.  And
since he has nothing to wear of course he would receive his
punishment bare.  I guess Chad here would be the first boy
to be spanked bare in my class this year if that was the
case, wouldn't he," she mused, almost to herself.  It
suddenly struck her that she hadn't spanked a boy on his
bare bottom yet that year. Heck, by this time last year
she'd already done two or three!  Maybe she was getting
soft.  She resolved to do something about that by tomorrow. 
It was time to shake the boys up in here!

"But if he gets spanked bare, then we'd see his boy stuff
and everything," another 3rd grade girl said.  

"Yes, I suppose you would," Mrs. Rose said matter-of-factly,
"because he would still have to stand in front of class till
he was done crying and then sit in the corner afterward. 
You'd get to see his boy parts quite a bit in the following
days, anyway, because if a boy pees or poos himself during a
spanking,  he is considered to have a diaper problem, and he
has to go in diapers for three days afterward if he pees
himself, and for two weeks afterward, if he poos himself. 
If a boy has been assigned to diapers, he has to come to the
front of the class every morning when he arrives at school,
remove his pants and underpants, and stand with his hands
behind his head until a boy and girl are assigned to him for
that day to put on his diaper and change him when needed.  A
boy in diapers is not allowed to use the bathroom.  If he
pees or poos in his diaper during the day, he must come to
the front of the class and announce to the whole class that
he has peed or pooed himself.  Then the boy and girl
assigned to change him strap him down to the diaper table,
remove his diaper in front of the whole class, clean him up,
and then diaper him again."

"You mean they have to clean poo off of him?" the girl
asked, wrinkling her nose in disgust.  

"Yes, if he poos," the teacher answered her. "But most boys
just pee during the day, so cleaning him up isn't too bad a
job.  I haven't had a boy getting the diaper treatment poo
in the diaper in a long time.  But I have to agree with the
principal that it certainly teaches boys to control
themselves better in the future." 

"So if I were you," she said, talking to Chad, "I'd tried
very to take your spanking like a big boy and not like a
baby."  She raised her hand off of Chad's butt once again. 
Chad was more frightened than he'd ever been in his life. 
His spanking was about to start!  It was going to hurt a
lot!  He glanced fearfully over his shoulder as his
classmates leaned forward in anticipation.  He cringed and
tightened his buns as he saw the hand begin to descend on
his almost unprotected butt.  He heard the sharp crack of
the spank on his left bun just a fraction of a second before
the pain hit him.  The left half of his butt was on fire! 
Chad gasped, and let out a little whimper, trying not to cry
like a baby.  He tried to catch his breath as the hand
descended again this time on his right bun.  Pain shot up
his spine, and he let out an involuntary little cry.  As he
tried to catch his breath again and fight an even stronger
urge to pee, the left side of his butt burned with even
greater intensity, and he realized the third spank had
landed right next to the first. Where the two spanks
overlapped, the pain was especially intense.  
"Owwwwwweeeee!" Chad cried out loud, causing the class to
giggle and cheer.  A little dribble of pee slipped out of
him, unnoticed by everyone but Chad, who was more focused on
his stinging buns than on that fact.  The fourth spank
landed this time on his right bun, right next to the second
and setting it ablaze even hotter than his left. 
"Owwwwwwww!" Chad squealed louder, as another little dribble
of pee slipped out of him.  This time he was more aware of
it.  It wondered, briefly, if anyone would be able to see
the small drops on the front of his undies when he stood up
later, after his spanking.  He hoped not!  

That worry was fleeting, though, as the fifth and six spanks
came in quick succession, the teacher again alternating
buns.  "Waaaaahaaaaaaa," Chad squealed, breaking into full
fledged crying while also arching his back and lifting his
head with the pain.  His cheeks burned with shame that he
was already crying out like a big baby.  Tears were
beginning to stream down his cheeks, and he could feel the
wet spot where his wiener tip touched his undies.  He tried
to bear down harder and hold it in.  

As the next two spanks landed, accompanied by explosions of
burning pain on each side of the boy's butt, snot began
dripping off his nose onto his lower lip.  He managed to
clamp down on his urinary sphincter as each spank landed, so
that no more dribbles of pee came out his wiener, but the
tensing seemed to increase the sting of the spanks instead. 
He began to think he might be able to make it without peeing
any more, if the spanking would just be over soon!   Surely
Mrs. Rose wouldn't notice a little drop!  But then he
remembered that Emily sat right in front, and that she'd
surely enjoy pointing out any wet spots to his classmates,
and she'd probably look right at his privates, too, the
pervert!  

Again this thought was fleeting, because Mrs. Rose continued
methodically blistering his butt, alternating sides,
spreading the spanks out but hitting the centers of each bun
more than the rest.  Chad was bawling like a baby now,
twisting his upper body back and forth with each spank,
involuntarily tightening his buns, and spasmodically kicking
out his legs.  His crying became more and more intense.  The
centers in each of his buns were on fire now, and tears were
dripping off his face and landing in a small puddle in front
of him.  Snot streamed from his nose.  "Pleeeeeeeease!" 
Chad managed to gasp out through his crying. "Pleeeeeease --
- No more ---- It hurrrrrrts!  It hurrrrrrrrrrrts!"  The
children laughed at his pleading, some girls in front,
including Emily, urging the teacher, "Give it to him
harder!"  A group of three girls on the side began chanting
"Burn his butt!  Burn his butt!  Burn his butt!" a cheer
quickly taken up by the entire class.  

As if encouraged by their cheer, Mrs. Rose began spanking
Chad even harder.  He couldn't stand it much longer!  She
must be almost done, he thought to himself. He would not
have believed his butt could hurt this much!  Despite his
shame of losing control in front of everyone, he was bawling
continuously, begging and squealing.  He had never felt such
a sensation in his life!  The thin underpants did nothing to
protect his throbbing buns.  Each new spank raised the pain
to new heights.  Now he understood why Jimmy and the other
boys had acted like they did during their spankings.  It
hurt so bad!

At the same time that his butt just kept reaching new levels
of agony, Chad had to fight continuously to keep from peeing
his underpants right on the teacher.  Every few spanks
another drop would escape, and he'd have to clench all of
his pelvis muscles to stop the rest from just flowing out. 
Suddenly, Mrs. Rose stopped alternating sides and laid five
spanks right in the center of Chad's underpants clad butt,
each one right on top the next.  It was a favorite maneuver
of hers, to suddenly build a flaming hot spot on the boys
right on the place where they sat down.  Chad let out a
long, shrill squeal, contracting his buns violently to avoid
more white-hot pain.  That was a mistake – the contraction
caused a squirt of pee to shoot out, and there was no
stopping the rest once he started.  Pee surged out of his
bladder and through his rock hard wiener, just as if
floodgates had opened.  He couldn't stop it!  It soaked the
towel and the front of his underpants.  He could feel the
hot liquid against his crotch and tummy.  The flow was so
copious that it spread instantly up the bottom seam of his
underpants, until the cloth between his flailing legs was
also soaked.  Immediately, a girl seated in the front left
side of the classroom, who must been staring right up Chad's
legs at his crotch bulge for the entire spanking, announced
loudly, over his squealing, "Mrs. Rose, I think Chad has wet
himself!"