Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 30
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 30: The Lunch Show

The appearance of three naked 7th graders being led by
their genitals to the lunch room created all sorts of
comment. Kids shouted the news to other kids.  A crowd of
children converged to stare, comment, and pinch and prod
the boys' butts.  Everyone wanted to know why Jimmy's
butt was newly spanked and blistered, but Chad didn't
look that freshly spanked and Alan's butt was unmarked.  
Emily and Lindsay appeared to enjoy their status as those
two boys' handlers, explaining patiently to the crowd of
kids that the boys had peed in the nurse's shower and
that they both would be spanked after lunch.  "Just
listen around 1 o'clock for two boys squealing like stuck
pigs and that will be them," Emily added.

Lindsay noted that Alan would be squealing the loudest
because he had done something even more disgusting than
pee in the nurse's shower, but that no one but Chad knew
what, and Chad had been ordered not to talk. 
Surprisingly, Emily defended Chad when children pressed
him to tell them, anyway.  "He's in my charge," she said
primly.  "I won't have you trying to make him disobey
when he's in my charge."  She yanked Chad's genitals for
emphasis, and to remind him that she wasn't defending him
for his benefit.  He suppressed a yelp but kept his hands
away from his privates, realizing with surprise that he'd
come a long way already in learning to control himself
and his temper.  

One of the younger children pronounced confidently that
she was certain she knew what he'd done.  "He pooped in
the drain," she said with self-assurance, "and this other
kid didn't.  That's why he's getting the bigger
punishment, I'll bet.  I've got a little brother, and
he's always doing disgusting things like that."  This
conclusion seemed logical to the gathered children, and
after commenting to Alan that he was truly sick for
having pooped in the shower, the children dropped the
subject, believing the mystery solved.

After Chad had obtained his lunch box depicting the
caricatured boy being spanked on its side, Emily
reluctantly released him and he sat down on the
punishment chair.  At least it didn't hurt to sit – not
yet.  He reluctantly but obediently spread his legs to
let the assembled children have their look at his
diminutive genitals. Not for the first time he regretted
being so poorly hung for a 7th grader.  He'd seen smaller
penises on younger boys, it was true, but so far none of
the 7th grade boys was as small and immature as him. 
Alan was seated beside him, also with reluctantly splayed
legs, and Jimmy Chen next to him, his legs just barely
wide enough to avoid being reprimanded by the monitor. 
It appeared that the 7th grade boys were the only ones
being disciplined at lunch today, so the 4th chair was
empty.  

Chad discovered right away that his two companions were
of much more interest to the other children than him –
apparently his genitals were old news, and not all that
interesting in their shrunken state.  Alan's larger
package, especially, was causing considerable pointing
and giggling by groups of girls.  Chad almost envied him,
until he remembered that Alan was in even more trouble
than him.

A sixth-grade girl stopped by their chairs to critically
examine all three sets of genitals from close up. 
"You're just a little guy, so I know why you don't have
any hair," she said, staring at Chad's genitals and
tracing a finger around his penis.  He tried to keep from
flinching at her bold touch.  She looked at Alan's
crotch, with his hard penis curved and bobbing above the
seat.  She moved far enough to reach for his penis and
trace a finger down its length.  "But you've got the
longest dick -- how come you don't have any hair and that
kid does?" she asked, pointing at Jimmy.  Alan flinched
at her touch, making his penis jump to the delight of a
group of 5th graders seated near the platform.

Chad explained helpfully that Alan did indeed have hair,
even more hair than Jimmy, but that Mrs. Rose had shaved
it off.  "Bummer," the girl said.  "I like boys with
hair."  She compared Jimmy's and Alan's genitals more
closely.  "I like your dick the best," she finally
commented to Alan.  

Jimmy glared at Alan, looking put upon.  "How come you
like his dick better than mine?" He asked.  "I mean, I
can see why you don't think much of Microdick there,
because you can't even see his," he sneered, pointing at
Chad.  He then indicated first Alan's erect penis and
then his own.  "But look – his is all bent and lumpy. 
Mine is nice and even and smooth.  How could you like his
better?"  

"I just do," she said, skipping away.  A passing 8th
grader heard the end of this exchange.  "She likes his
better because size matters," she said pointedly. 
"Everybody knows that."  She looked at Jimmy's sausage
penis and then Chad's tiny member with disdain.  "I
wouldn't even touch that," she said, pointing at Chad's
groin.  "I'm not into baby boy cocks."

Chad was thoroughly tired of his pride and joy being
referred to as "baby."  "Mine's not that little, it's
just asleep right now," he blurted.  "You should see it
when it's hard."

"She certainly can't see it now," Jimmy muttered.  The
girl, who had turned to return to her table, stopped
suddenly and returned to Chad's chair.  She lowered her
head and studied his penis more intently.  

"I bet it's still little when it's hard," the girl
finally concluded.  "I bet it's not even 2 inches long
when it's hard," 

"Is too!" Chad piped.  

"We'll see," she said.  She called over to a group of
girls at a table on the right.  "Jennifer, do you still
have that cloth tape measure in your purse?" she asked,
meanwhile reaching between Chad's legs and stroking his
member.

A dark haired girl almost as wide as she was tall got up
and waddled over, searching through a small handbag as
she came.  "Yeah, I've got it," she said, holding a
small, tailor's cloth measuring tape out. "Never know
when you're gonna need to measure somethin'," she added.

"Actually what I need to measure is almost nothing," she
said, still stroking Chad's small penis.  "I bet him he's
less than two inches hard," she explained.  She tickled
the twisted little knot of skin under the head, filling
Chad with confused feelings.

"While you're doing that, I'll just measure this little
hunk for comparison," her wide friend replied.  "He's
stiff and ready!"  She held the end of the tape to Alan's
groin and stretched it to the tip of his thin, twisted
member, trying to hold down the middle so she could get a
more accurate reading.

Chad could feel the pleasurable sensations growing in him
as his wiener began stiffening and coming out of hiding. 
He looked wildly for the lunchroom monitor, but she was
on the far side and pointedly looking the other way,
obviously willing to let the girl complete her
humiliating comparisons.  

Her wide friend was studying the tape.  "I'd say 3 and
9/16ths," she concluded, letting go of Alan's boyhood. 
"Are you ready over there with the little guy yet?" she
asked.

"He's coming along, but he's not all the way up yet," her
friend replied.  "Why don't you measure the kid with the
fat little dong on the end?"

Jimmy bristled at being described as "the kid with the
fat little dong," but sat stoically as the wide girl
tickled his penis to full erection.  In moments he was
standing tall.  "Three and a quarter," she announced,
loudly enough for half the lunchroom to hear.  Chad was
fully hard now.  He looked hopefully toward the lunchroom
monitor, but she'd stepped completely from the room, now,
obviously not wanting to halt the humiliation of all
three boys.

The blond stopped manipulating Chad and motioned her
friend over.  "You measure him.  That way they all get
measured the same way."  Her wide friend waddled to
Chad's chair and placed the cold little tab of the tape
against the base of his wiener, leaning over to look at
the end. 

"I'd say,…," she said, dragging it out, "One and 7/8ths!"
The kids in the front of the classroom hooted in
derision.

The blond girl yanked Alan's arm into the air, "We have a
winner," she announced to applause.  She turned to Chad,
"See, told you that wasn't any 2 inches, dinky dork!"

"His name is Microdick," Jimmy added helpfully, still
somewhat stung that Alan's dick was so much longer than
his.  But mine's still wider, and it's nicer, he thought
to himself.  Chad blushed with humiliation.  He'd always
thought he had 2 inches at least – it had looked that
long when he'd taken the ruler and measured it himself! 
As the girls drifted away the lunchroom monitor suddenly
appeared, acting totally unaware that anything had gone
on.  

Emily left her table and walked up to the boys.  "Not
even 2 inches, huh?  That's hilarious!"  She flicked
Chad's erect penis with her index finger, making it slap
against his groin.  "I just want you to have something to
think about while you're eating, Chad.  I can't wait to
get you over my knees.  I'm going to spank your little
butt so hard you'll think Mrs. Rose gives love pats," she
said, smirking. "And I'm going to squeeze your balls the
whole time I'm spanking your butt!  I'm going to make you
cry like a baby."  She skipped away.  Chad shuddered,
trying not to think about being bare butt over Emily's
lap in front of the class with his balls in her fist
while she spanked his butt as hard as she could.  His
appetite, weak to start with, was now completely gone.

Lindsay came up shortly afterward.  "Emily is bragging
she's going to show everyone she's the best butt spanker
and 'nad squeezer in class.  So whatever she does to
Chad, I'll have to do more and harder to you," she said,
smiling graciously at Alan like she'd promised him a blow
job under the bleachers.  "Nothing personal – I don't
have any bad feelings for you at all.  When you're over
my lap, you're just a butt that I have to spank, not a
person.  I have a reputation to maintain.  There's no way
Emily is going to do this better than me.  So I'm going
to have to seriously hurt you.  It's not personal."  

She smiled at Alan.  "Emily the Priss.  I like that.  But
I'm changing it to Emily the Bitch.  It has a better
ring.  Within a week I'll have made that her new
nickname."  She turned to Chad.  "I invented 'Microdick'
for you, you know.  It seems to be sticking."  She turned
next to Alan.  "I just started a new one for you --
'Whizzer.' Because you whizzed in the shower – I'm pretty
sure that will catch on, too.  And they're already
calling Joey 'Horse.'  It's a bit obvious, but well-
deserved."  She turned to Jimmy.  "I wonder what I should
get them to call you?" she asked.  "I've been thinking
'Piggy,' because of the way you squealed when I spanked
your little butt and squeezed your 'nads. Give it some
thought."  She turned and walked elegantly back to her
seat.  

Jimmy turned his back pointedly to the other two boys and
began methodically chewing at his bread, wincing as he
shifted around, trying to find a comfortable place on the
deliberately uncomfortable chair.  Piggy.  Just great, he
thought.  Like any boy would keep quiet with that bitch
squeezing his balls.

Alan, meanwhile, was looking extremely glum.  "Sorry
Chad," he finally muttered, barely loud enough for Chad
to hear.  "I never meant to get you into trouble.  Who'd
have thought they'd have a camera in there?"  He chewed
on his bread for a time.  "And I'm sorry about the other
thing, too.  I was just so excited…" he trailed off.  

Chad didn't comment.  After a moment Alan spoke up again,
keeping his voice low.  "If I'd asked instead of forcing
you, would you --I mean, would you have wanted too…" He
trailed off again.

"No," Chad said immediately, causing Jimmy to look their
way.  He lowered his voice.  "No," he repeated, keeping
his voice low enough Jimmy couldn't hear.  "I really
don't like it with boys.  It's just not the same.  I
wasn't just saying that – I really don't like it.  I
mean, I don't care if you like boys – I could still be
your friend, just not that way.  I only like girls
touching me."

"Oh," Alan said, appearing crestfallen.  "Like with
Cynthia."  Chad blushed that his crush was so obvious. 
Alan chewed and swallowed, then looked at Chad seriously. 
"Well, then I'm sorry," he said.  "I thought you might
be, you know, like me."

"Well I'm not," Chad said, uncomfortable with the issue. 
He paused a few beats, then added, "But did you have get
me to do peeing thing?  Now I'm going to get spanked, and
my mom is going to kill me."

"Mine, too," Alan said.  "She uses my own belt on me when
I screw up.  She caught me trying to depants my 5-year-
old cousin last year and practically wore me out – she
made me bend over with my legs spread, and once the belt
even hit my dick and balls!  And when I closed by legs
and tried to protect them, she just spread them out and
moved my hands and said that she was adding more each
time I'd try to close my legs or protect myself.  She
said the longer I took to get back into position, the
more spanks I'd get with the belt.  She was mad because I
forced him.  And now she'll say I forced you." He lapsed
into silence.

"You did force me," Chad said.  

"I know! I'm sorry!" Alan said again. "I thought you were
just being, you know, shy."

Tommy Henson walked up to the three boys sitting in the
front.  "I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it
myself, Chad.  Don't you get enough of being spanked at
home without getting spanked again at school, too?  Or
did they paddle you again?" he asked.

"Microdick hasn't been spanked yet," Jimmy volunteered
helpfully.  "He's getting it after lunch.  He peed in the
nurse's shower.  So did Whizzer, here." 

"I thought you were Chad's buddy," Tommy said, puzzled. 
"Why are you all mad and calling him Microdick?  I mean,
he is a microdick and we all know it, but why are you
saying calling him that?"

"It's his fault I got it!  He's the reason I'm sitting
here with my dork sticking out," Jimmy growled.  "And
thanks to Microdick here they're letting girls spank us
now!"  He glared at Chad.  "I can't wait until Emily the
Bitch gets you over her lap.  I'm gonna laugh!"

Jimmy then had to explain to Tommy about the DA rule, and
why Emily was going to get to spank Chad, and why Lindsay
had spanked him.  He also explained, indignantly, about
the restraint methods the girls could use, ending by
complaining, once again, "And then she squeezed my balls
as hard as she could!"  

Tommy shuddered in sympathy.  "Hope Mrs. Johnson doesn't
start doing that, too," he said.  "Of course, it doesn't
make much difference to me who gets spanked by who.  I
don't get spankings.  But some of my friends might not
like that whole DA thing at all." Tommy looked
thoughtfully at Chad.  "I wonder what Mom will do?  I
mean, peeing in the shower really isn't that bad.  I
think boys do that in their own showers all the time. 
Maybe she'll think that being paddled in school is
enough."

"You think so?" Chad said hopefully.

"Naw, I'm just yanking your chain.  She'll probably
paddle your nuts."  Tommy shifted his attention to Alan. 
"How come you're bald like Chad," he asked.  "Your wiener
is bigger than mine."

"I have hair!" Alan said in protest.  "But Mrs. Rose
shaved it off!" 

"Yeah, he's not a baby like your brother," Jimmy added.

Chad's temper flared.  "I'm not as big a baby as you – I
wasn't the one bawling this morning!  You cried longer
and louder than I did even when I got paddled yesterday. 
And it's not my fault you got your fat little butt
spanked, you stupid dork face," he said forcefully.  "It
was your big mouth spouting off about how your mother
won't approve of any girl punishing you!  Naturally the
first thing Mrs. Rose would do was to show you she can
make you do anything she wants you to.  You might as well
have just stood up and asked them to spank you in as
humiliating a way as possible. So don't blame me that
your butt and your balls hurt – you brought it on
yourself by shooting off your big mouth."

Jimmy lapsed into sullen silence.  Tommy tried diverting
the subject.  "Did Lindsay really squeeze your balls?" he
asked.

"She didn't just squeeze them, she pulverized them,"
Jimmy said indignantly.  "But at least my spanking is
over with.  I wouldn't want to be Microdick or Whizzer
over there.  Mrs. Rose pretty much told Emily and Lindsay
that they could do anything they wanted with our balls as
long as they say we were trying to get away.  But who
wouldn't try to get away if someone has your balls?  We
can't win.  You guys wait until it's your balls that are
getting squeezed."  He looked at Chad.  "It'll serve you
right, anyway.  You caused all this to start with by
hitting that little kid."

Chad started to protest, but then thought about it and
lapsed into silence.  Jimmy was right in a way.  It was
his lost temper that caused the board to decree that all
boys were to be spanked bare butt for the rest of the
year.  So he was, he guessed, responsible for all the
bare butt spankings of all the boys from Kindergarten on
up.  He chewed on his tasteless bread for awhile. 
Finally, he muttered, just loud enough for the other two
boys to hear, "Sorry guys."  He chewed up another bite
and swallowed it. He cleared his throat and plowed on,
talking louder.  "Sorry about ticking off the teachers
and getting everyone spanked bare."  Jimmy turned more
pointedly away from Chad.  

Alan looked more sympathetic.  "If it hadn't been you
hitting that kid, it would have been someone doing
something else.  I think we were all doomed to start
with.  Mrs. Big Nose likes looking at naked boys and
spanking their butts.  If you hadn't triggered her, Piggy
over there would have."

"Don't call me that!" Jimmy said, jabbing Alan with his
elbow.   

"I'll call you what I want!" Alan replied, jabbing back. 
In a flash the lunchroom monitor descended upon them,
yanking both nude boys from their chairs by their arms.  

"Where are the 7th grade DAs?" she called.  In moments
Emily and Lindsay were standing at the front.  "Restrain
these brats and give them 10 of your best," the monitor
ordered.

Lindsay chose Jimmy, her left hand diving toward his
crotch and seizing his scrotum in an iron grip.  He
yelped as his testes exploded in pain.  Emily imitated
her action, seizing Alan's sack and squeezing just as
tightly.  Alan stiffened and yowled.  Every eye in the
lunchroom turned their way as both girls began spanking
the boy's bare bottoms, reddening Jimmy's tortured flanks
further and bringing bright red spots to Alan's light
brown, previously smooth and untouched butt.  The twin
yelps of each boy reverberated around the room,
punctuated by the staccato sounds of bare hands striking
soft, bare flesh.  Each girl concluded by squeezing her
boy's sack and grinding the small orbs inside each sack
together as they landed their final spanks, then
releasing them.  In less than a half a minute there were
two sobbing boys dancing in the front of the room,
clutching their tortured genitals and squalling.  

Chad looked on in amazement from his seat in the front of
the room.  Jimmy and Alan had just gotten themselves
spanked in front of the whole school!  And from the way
they were holding their nuts, they'd gotten squeezed
good, too!  He noticed Emily was standing by his chair,
smiling.  She turned her grin to him.  "You're next," she
said with a smirk as she and Lindsay went back to their
chairs.

The lunchroom monitor was dragging Jimmy back to his
chair and forcing his hands away from his genitals,
threatening, "Do you want me to call them back, young
man, or are you ready to sit and be good?"  His precious
jewels on the line, Jimmy stopped struggling and allowed
himself to be seated on his now burning bottom, spreading
his legs when prodded and trying to stop the tears from
flowing.  Alan was next to be threatened and prodded back
to his chair, where he sat shaking and whimpering.  The
suddenness of their punishment and the explosive pain of
it had sobered both boys.

Jimmy looked pointedly toward the far wall the rest of
lunch period, sniffling now and then.  Alan managed,
after a time, to gulp back his tears and resume eating. 
He finally got the lump in is throat to subside enough to
talk again.  He turned to Chad.  "I didn't know it hurt
that much," he said, with a catch in his voice.  "It was
just her hand!  My butt is on fire!  And my balls won't
stop aching!"

At this, Jimmy turned back toward them.  "That was
nothin'," he said hoarsely, shifting his butt in obvious
discomfort.  "Wait until you get your real spanking!  It
goes on forever, and hurts lots more!"

Shortly after that Lindsay, Emily, and Karla emptied
their lunch trays and come to the front of the classroom. 
"Mrs. Rose says you guys are done.  We're supposed to
take you to the potty and then lead you back to the
classroom."

The three boys stood up and Karla collected their trash
and dumped it.  Then they had to suffer the indignity of
being led back down the hall by their genitals once more.
That meant the experienced the mocking, pinches and
caresses of numerous children on the way, all of whom had
seen Jimmy and Alan get spanked by their female
classmates and wanted to feel their hot, sore butts. 
Chad was ignored and would have been relieved, except
that Emily was especially diligent about giving his
genitals a good yank every so often to keep him moving
along.  The three girls stopped in front of the boys'
room back in their own hallway.  "Are there any boys in
there?" Lindsay called.  "If there are, get your dicks
put away.  Girls are coming in."  She led Alan through
the double doors, almost colliding with a bug-eyed little
3rd grader who was hastily trying to stuff his fat little
wiener back in his fly.  

"Get out of here, squirt," Emily ordered.  "We have to
potty these little boys."

"But I didn't get to pee yet!" the boy wailed clapping
both hands over his still exposed penis.  "I really gotta
go!!"

"So go," Emily said, indicating the urinals.  

The kid looked at her in horror.  "I can't go with you
watching!" he wailed.

"Too bad – you'll have to hold it until we're done,"
Emily snapped back.  The 3rd grader's eyes widened even
further.  Liquid erupted from under his hands, soaking
them and the front of his pants.  He looked at his crotch
with disbelief.

"You made me pee myself!" he moaned.  "Now I'm gonna get
into trouble!"  

"You'll probably get spanked like us," Jimmy said
cruelly, watching the boy's reaction.  

The kid's eyes got huge and he gripped his genitals
tightly.  "Nooooooooo!" he squealed.  He turned and fled
the room, still clutching his exposed genitals.

"Now he'll probably poop himself, too," Jimmy said.  

"That was mean," Alan said.  Chad nodded agreement.  "You
girls were mean to do that, and Jimmy was mean to scare
him like that."

"How were we mean?" Emily said indignantly.  "He could
have peed if he wanted to.  You boys stand here beside
each other and whip it out and pee all the time.  It
shouldn't make any difference if we girls are watching
instead of other boys. Besides, Chad peed right in front
of the class, yesterday, with 20 people watching!"

Chad looked at the floor, disliking being reminded of the
humiliation of the day before, when he had indeed peed in
a jar right there in front of everyone.  Of course, then
he'd only had to release his grip on his penis – his
sphincter had already succumbed to the pressure of an
overfull bladder.

"And I wasn't mean, either," Jimmy said.  "I just told
him the truth.  What do you think his teacher will do
when he shows up with pee all over him, give him a
cookie?" 

There seemed no reply to that, so the three boys were
lined up in front of adjoining urinals, each girl
standing tightly behind her boy and reaching around to
hold his penis.  

"Okay, guys, let it go," Lindsay said cheerfully. 
Nothing happened for an extended period of time.  There
was considerable squeezing of bare butts and shuffling of
feet, but nothing emerged from the boy's penises.

"Come on, guys, we haven't got all day," Karla said.  The
boys shifted position some more and looked at the floor,
but still nothing happened.

"I've got an idea," Lindsay said.  "The first two who
start peeing get to pee.  As soon as two of you are
peeing, the third one has to leave the bathroom and isn't
allowed to pee."

Two opposing reactions occurred to this.  Jimmy's bladder
suddenly released and he peed powerfully until he was
emptied, Karla enjoying aiming his stream around the bowl
and then shaking him off and going to wash her hands. 
Chad's bladder, on the other hand, clamped tightly and
refused to communicate with him.  His heart rate
accelerated.  He had to pee, or he'd probably pee while
being spanked!  He strained and tried to relax every
muscle he had, but it was difficult with Emily's
fingernails scraping his tender penis.  Suddenly Alan
spoke up.  "I don't have to pee, anyway," he said.  "I
peed my pants in class, remember? So Chad wins."  He
stepped back from the urinal. 

Chad relaxed so suddenly on hearing this that liquid
suddenly poured out of him, and before he could tighten
up again he'd drained his bladder completely.  Emily,
always perverse, squeezed the last drops out of his penis
with a milking action rather than shaking it.  All three
girls washed their hands, commenting on how disgusting it
was to watch boys pee, and how much neater girls were
because they didn't spray around all over like animals. 
Jimmy couldn't keep his mouth shut.  "So shut your eyes
if you don't like watching us," he proclaimed.  "You say
you don't like our dicks and our nuts and our butts and
our butt holes, but you're the pervs who keep on looking
at them!"

Karla responded by taking the boy's penis in an iron grip
and lifting until he was on his tiptoes, yanking the
yelping Jimmy out the door and down the hall to the
classroom.  Emily and Lindsay copied her.  To Chad, it
felt like Emily was going to yank his wiener out of his
body on their way to the classroom.  He and Alan each
gripped their leader's hand with both of theirs, but
could not protect their tortured genitals.  In this
fashion, the three naked boys were delivered to the
classroom.  Mrs. Rose wasn't present, but she'd drawn
three circles on the board about a foot apart, and left a
note on the board commanding the three boys to each put
their noses in a circle and to stand there with their
hands behind their heads and their mouths shut.  The
three boys were left standing in a row, Jimmy and Chad on
the ends, Alan in the middle.  

Some long minutes later Mrs. Rose entered the room,
pleased to see three small boys standing in a row. 
Jimmy's blistered and red butt contrasted nicely with
Chad's evenly pink cheeks and Alan's brown, only slightly
marked bottom.  That boy's bottom wasn't going to stay
that smooth and untouched for long, she thought
determinedly.  She'd have Lindsay wear his bottom out. 
She recalled her talk during the lunch hour with Ms.
Delvecchio.  Alice Delvecchio was a single mother who'd
become pregnant as a teenager with Alan, and had sworn
off men since that experience.  Mrs. Rose had considered
her as a kindred spirit in that neither thought much of
men or put up with much of their nonsense.  She'd been
somewhat surprised, therefore, when Ms. Delvecchio had
laughed at the tale of her son peeing into the shower,
commenting "Boys will be boys!  They all pee in the
shower.  You know males, always marking their
territories." 

But Ms. Delvecchio had reacted quite differently to
hearing that Alan had used his power over Chad to anally
invade him with a finger and to manipulate him to orgasm
against his will.  "I don't mind one bit that my son is
gay," she'd said pointedly.  "I've known he is for some
time, even though he hasn't come to grips with it himself
yet.  But he has to learn about consent.  He forcibly
masturbated my sister's 5-year-old son last year, and she
had a fit.  I talked to him then about how every sex
partner, no matter what sex, has to be a willing partner. 
I also punished him with the belt, and I thought I'd
gotten through to him."

"Clearly not," Mrs. Rose had replied.  "I can send you a
copy of the tape.  He clearly inserts a finger into Mr.
Henson's rectum and then masturbates him to orgasm
against his will, and threatens to lie about his behavior
if he tells."  

"Blister his little butt, then," Ms. Delvecchio had said
grimly.  "I'll call Mrs. Henson and apologize, and we'll
arrange an additional lesson for this evening.  I promise
you he'll never do this again," she'd said darkly as they
closed the conversation.  

She turned her attention to the Henson boy.  That one was
actually showing some improvement.  She'd almost let this
most recent infraction go.  But if she lightened up on
him now, the initial lesson would probably be lost.  A
nice little tune-up spanking from that Git girl would do
really put him on notice, she thought with satisfaction. 
Besides, all boys and men needed to be reminded that
women had them by the balls, figuratively if not always
literally.  It was a sure bet that Emily would finish the
boy's spanking by grinding his little testes together,
and if ever there was a boy who needed a lesson of this
sort, it was Chad Henson.  She'd just have to make sure
Emily didn't get too enthusiastic in that regard – she
didn't need any more complaints from the board.  But
she'd let the girl have her fun, as long as she didn't
permanently damage the little brat.