Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 35
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 35:  The Dinner Party

Chad and his mother and brother were riding the short
distance to Alan's house, Tommy in the back, Chad in the
passenger seat of his mother's Toyota.  Chad was thinking
how weird it felt to be riding in a car in broad daylight
with just his thin tighty-whities between himself and total
nudity.  He looked down.  His small package hardly made a
bulge in the white fabric, peaking out just below the
seatbelt between his legs.  You really couldn't see he was
practically naked from outside the car, he decided, unless
you looked really close – that was one advantage of being
"hung like a hamster," as Emily had cracked the first day
he'd been forced to strip in front of the class.  He idly
wondered if boy hamsters got to do lots of sex with girl
hamsters, and how they did it.  Because he wasn't really
sure how humans did it, he found it a hard thing to picture. 


A question had been troubling him ever since they'd gotten
in the car and his mother had explained to Tommy that they
were going to the Delvecchio household to have dinner and
because they were to play a part in Alan's punishment for
forcing sexual activity on Chad in the nurse's shower in
school that day.  Tommy, who like the other kids at school
hadn't known that Alan had forced sex on him, had then had
to be filled in on how Alan had been supposed to be washing
Chad but had instead stuck his finger up Chad's butt and
then masturbated Chad to orgasm at the same time he was
pleasuring himself, despite Chad's pleas that he stop. 
"Mom," he finally asked.  "Why is Alan getting punished for
putting his finger up my, you know, and for making me cum,
but other people get to do both things and it's okay?  I
mean, Tommy just now put his finger up my butt when we he
was washing me, and Cynthia made me cum yesterday when she
was putting lotion on me, and she didn't get punished – Mrs.
Rose was mad at her for making me feel good, but she wasn't
mad at her for touching my privates."

"Did you tell Cynthia you didn't like her touching you and
that she should stop?" his mother asked.

"Noooooooo," Chad said.

"Did you like it when Cynthia touched you?" she prodded
further.

Chad blushed.  "Yesssssss," he admitted reluctantly, knowing
his mom would punish him more if he lied.

"Well, there's your answer.  Cynthia wasn't violating you
against your will, she was touching your privates with your
consent, and doing something you wanted her to do," his
mother said reasonably.   "I bet you'd like her to do it
again."

"But I don't want people to spank my butt, yet all kinds of
people get to do that!  Tommy does it, and Beth does it, and
Mrs. Rose does it, and you do it, and even Emily gets to do
it!  And Emily got to squeeze my privates hard while she did
it, and it hurt!" Chad complained.

"When you misbehave and someone has to punish you, the rules
are different," his mother explained.  "When you misbehave,
you lose your right to choose what happens to your body,
because we have to hurt you and humiliate you to make sure
that you try to be a better boy and don't misbehave again,"
his mother replied.  "You lose your rights for a time and
have to earn them back."

Chad thought for a minute.  "I don't get it," he complained. 
"Alan sticks his finger up my butt and plays with my
privates, and he gets a big punishment because I didn't want
him to do that and told him I didn't.  But Tommy sticks his
finger up my butt, and I don't want him to, either, but it's
okay."  Chad took a deep breath and went on.  "And Tommy
makes me – makes me, you know, his uh, you know, and I don't
want to do that at all, but he makes me, and you say it's
all right.  And sucking his --, um, doing that to his, um,
you know, is awful and I don't want to do it, but you make
me.  Why is it alright for Tommy to force me to suck – um do
stuff to him, but not Alan?"

"Let me ask you a question," his mother replied.  "Was Alan
in charge of your punishment for misbehavior when he forced
his finger in your anus?  Or when he rubbed your penis and
brought you to orgasm?  Or was he just doing it for his own
pleasure?" 

"I guess he was just doing it for himself," Chad said
slowly.  "He was supposed to be helping me wash up.  Boys
don't get to punish other boys at our school."

"So he wasn't assigned to do things you don't like in order
to make you a better person – he was doing those things only
so he could have a good time, am I right?" his mother
responded.

"I guess," Chad said.  

"And you told him you didn't want to have him do those
things for his pleasure, didn't you?" his mother continued.

"Yeah.  I told him to stop a bunch of times, but he kept
doing them," Chad said.

"That's the difference.  When I tell Tommy to punish you by
spanking your bottom, or by making you sit on the peg, or by
putting his finger in your bottom, or even by making you
give him pleasure orally, he'd doing it against your will, I
agree.  And you don't want him to and may even beg him to
stop.  But he's doing it for your benefit, to make you a
better person, and that need is more important than your
right to say no.  Besides, you lose your right to say no
when you misbehave," she reasoned.

"But Tommy gets pleasure from me sucking him," Chad burst
out.  "And I don't like it at all.  Isn't that wrong?"

"Tommy probably does enjoy your attentions, but the
important issue is that by punishing you in that way he's
making you understand what that little boy you hurt felt
like when a bigger, more powerful person used force on him. 
Every time you have to orally pleasure your brother, it gets
more likely that you'll remember not to use force on other
people in the future, and we're hoping that you remember the
next time you have the urge to push someone else around. 
Once your punishment week is over, you will get your rights
to your body back, and Tommy won't be allowed to force you
to do things unless you lose your rights again.  It's only
right in his case because he's doing it to make you a better
person – his pleasure is secondary.  But Alan wasn't told to
punish you and didn't have the authority to do so, and his
actions were solely for his own pleasure.  He needs to learn
that such behavior is just as inappropriate as it was for
you to hit and injure another, smaller child," his mother
concluded.

"So touching other people's private areas is bad, then,
unless you're punishing them," Chad responded.

"No, that's not it at all," his mother corrected.  "It's
perfectly okay to touch someone's private areas if you want
to and they want you to.  If you had asked Alan to pleasure
you with his hand and he had done it, there would be nothing
wrong with that.  Or if you decided to give your brother
oral pleasure and he accepted, that would be a matter just
between the two of you."  

Chad scowled and he crossed his arms.  "Never," he declared. 
"Never, ever, ever.  I'd never suck any boy unless someone
was making me.  They taste awful and they're disgusting, and
Tommy squirts in my mouth!"

Chad's mother was taken aback for a moment.  It had never
crossed her mind that her younger son was old enough to
ejaculate.  She hadn't actually seen Tommy's genitals in
many months, so she really didn't know how mature he was. 
She'd have to have a serious sex talk with the boys, soon! 
On the other hand, she was glad to hear that Chad definitely
wasn't enjoying having to service his brother – it was
supposed to be a punishment, after all.  She turned her mind
back to Chad's statement.

"When you're not being punished or treated for an illness,
you have every right to say no to anything anyone wants to
do to your privates, or to anything that anyone wants you to
do to theirs.  That's why what Alan did is so bad.  He
wasn't in charge of punishing you and he wasn't your doctor
trying to make you better, yet he did things to you that you
didn't want.  You wouldn't want him forcing you to do those
things again, would you?"

"Noooooo," Chad said, thinking.  "So Tommy only gets to do
things to my privates and make me do things because I'm
getting punished to learn to be better, and once I learn to
be better he can't make me do any of that stuff any more?"

"That's right," his mother said.  

"Then I'm going to be really good," Chad concluded. 
"Because I hate the taste of him."

The rode in silence for the rest of the trip, finally
pulling up to a ranch-style house in the new addition of
town.  Tommy and their mother got out of the car quickly. 
Chad first scanned in every direction, then leaped out and
ran to catch up when he had assured himself that no one was
visible to see him in just his undies.  His mother rang the
doorbell while he stood behind Tommy, shielding his crotch
behind his brother and hoping no one would go by on the
street and see his scantily covered butt.

The door opened quickly, revealing Mrs. Delvecchio by
herself.  "Come in, come in," she said, smiling.  "Hello
again, Chad," she said to the boy cowering behind Tommy. 
"You must be Chad's mother, and this must be Chad's brother,
Tommy."  Tommy smiled and stepped forward, Chad dogging his
steps to keep his nearly naked body hidden behind her.  

Chad's mother looked over Tommy at him.  "Come out from
behind your brother, Chad, and greet Mrs. Delvecchio
properly," she ordered.

"But I'm in my underpants," Chad protested, still hiding.

"And you're going to be in them all evening, so you might as
well get used to her looking at you."  

Chad continued to hide behind Tommy, both hands clutched
over his diminutive genital pouch.  His mother's face
clouded.  "I'm counting to five," she said.  "Then someone's
getting a spanking.  One, two, three, four –."

Before she'd gotten to four, Chad sprang out from behind his
brother, still with both hands over his crotch.  "Hands
behind your head," his mother ordered.  Reluctantly, Chad
released his crotch and put both hands in position

Mrs. Delvecchio gave his underpants clad body a casual
glance.  "Not as well-developed as Alan yet, I see," she
said casually.  "But you shouldn't be so modest, young man. 
You're wearing underpants, after all, and I bet that even if
you weren't you'd look like every other little boy does down
there."

Chad knew that wasn't true from recent experience.  Every
penis and every scrotum and every butt hole was different. 
They were different sizes and shapes and colors, just as
every face was different.  That was the problem – some kid's
wieners were different in a good way, but some were
different in a bad way.  Joey's, for example, was different
by being big and impressive.  Chad's was different from
other boys, but in bad ways, by being small, and also, as
girls kept reminding him, by being "cute."  A wiener
shouldn't be small and cute, he thought.  It should be big
and threatening and exciting.

"Where's Alan?" Tommy asked.

"He's over there, in the corner in the den," his mother
replied.  "He's being punished with corner time until
dinner."

"Oh," Tommy said, clearly disappointed that Alan wasn't
available as a playmate.

"Why don't you boys go into the den while we get dinner on
the table," Mrs. Delvecchio suggested.  "Alan's X-Box 360 is
in there.  Alan can't play because he's being punished, but
you can use it."

"I'm afraid Chad's being punished and can't play, either,"
Chad's mother replied.  "In fact, he should probably join
Alan in the corner until dinner time.  Chad, follow me."

Chad followed Tommy and the two women into the next room. 
Alan was standing in the far corner of the room, his nose
against the wall.  Like Chad at the moment, he was wearing
only underpants, but in this case the school punishment
underpants he'd been forced to wear home.  Thus, although
his privates were hidden by the small pouch in the front,
most of his welted, red butt was clearly visible.  Tommy
whistled as he saw the dozens of tiny welts.  "Is that what
the string paddle did?" he asked.  "Everyone on the
playground was talking about it.  It must really hurt."

Alan didn't answer and pressed his nose more firmly against
the wall.  "He's not allowed to talk, now, dear," his mother
said reasonably.  

"And neither are you, young man," Chad's mother ordered.
"Into the other corner, and put your hands behind your head
like Alan."

For the next half hour, Chad stared at the wall as he
listened to Tommy happily play all the latest X-Box games
and comment on their virtues.  He longed to just look over
his shoulder a minute to see what Tommy was commenting
about, but knew that he might be caught and whalloped if he
did.  The time passed slowly.  He wondered how Alan was
going to be punished, and what punishments he'd get along
with Alan.  Finally, he heard the doorbell ring, and Mrs.
Delvecchio's steps in the hallway.  As soon as the door
opened, he heard female voices raised in happy greeting.  

"Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh!" Alan exclaimed from his corner,
despite the ban on talking.  "My cousins!  Mom called my
cousins!  She's gonna let them watch me get punished!  I
hate them!"  His voice trailed off in despair.  Oh, great,
Chad thought to himself.  More girls to watch me get
punished.  He hoped with all his heart that he'd at least be
allowed to keep his undies on.  

In just moments, a chorus of babbling voices neared the den
and entered.  "Alan's practically naked!" a female voice
said with glee.  "What happened to his butt? And who's that
other kid in underpants?"

"Alan got spanked in school," his mother said calmly.  "And
the other boy is Chad.  Chad is the boy Alan assaulted today
– he's here to see Alan get punished.  Chad is in his
underpants because he's being punished as well for other
reasons that don't concern you. Turn around, boys, and greet
our dinner guests." 

Chad kept his face in the corner.  He didn't want more
strange girls looking at his small privates even if they
were covered up by a thin layer of white cloth – it was bad
enough they could see his underpants clad butt.  Chad's
mother raised her voice.  "Turn around, Chad, and come greet
these young ladies and their little brother properly," she
said.

Chad turned reluctantly, discovering that there were 3 girls
and a small boy in the room with them.  "Chad, Tommy, this
is Alan's cousin Sheila," Alan's mother said, indicating a
tall, blond girl about the age of Chad's sister Beth.  She
had beautiful blue eyes and a very attractive mature build. 
She smiled at Chad and scanned his body from head to toe,
stopping appraisingly at his groin.  Chad could tell from
her face as she returned her gaze to his that she had
weighed his crotch bulge, considered his attributes, found
them wanting, and had dismissed him. "Hi, Chad, Hi Tommy,"
she said without enthusiasm and turned her attention toward
Alan.  "Hi, Alan," she said.  "Nice butt.  I heard you were
stupid again and got caught."  Alan, standing by Chad, grew
rigid and flushed but didn't reply.

The second girl of the trio was perhaps a bit younger, with
light brown hair and brown eyes, narrower hips, and just the
beginnings of breasts.  "This is Rebecca," Mrs. Devlecchio
said.  Rebecca gazed at Chad's crotch for some time before
looking him in the eye and smirking.  "Cute," she commented,
leaving Chad wondering if she was referring to him in
general or just to his diminutive privates, which she had
returned her gaze to.  As she looked up and smirked again,
it became clear that she was mocking his meager equipment.

The third girl appeared to be sulking, refusing to look at
any of the three boys.  She was thin and boyish in
appearance, and unlike her sisters had her hair cropped
short.  She also was wearing blue jeans and a plain white t-
shirt rather than the more stylish shorts her sisters had
on.  "And this is Chandra," Mrs. Delvecchio finished. 
"She's just a little younger than Alan."  

A matronly woman standing next to the girls spoke up.
"Chandra, say hello to your cousin and the other two boys,"
she chided.

"I don't feel like it.  I don't know why you're always
making me say hello to people I don't know and don't want to
know!  They're nobody, anyway." she said.  She turned and
fled the room.

"I'm sorry about that," the matronly woman said after a
moment.  "I'm Alan's aunt, Maria.  Chandra has been very
difficult lately."

"We can talk about it over dinner," Mrs. Delvecchio
responded.  "Let's all go to the dining room.  Oh, and I
forgot to introduce you, she said, turning to the little
boy.  This is Alan's cousin Brian.  He was the one Alan
assaulted last year, when I thought he'd learned his
lesson."

The little boy smiled at Chad.  "How come he gets to go
around in his underwear?  Can I take my clothes off, too?"
he asked hopefully.  

His mother looked at him indulgently.  "They're in their
underwear because they're being punished," she explained. 
"They're going to get big spankings!  Do you want to be
punished with them?" she teased.

"No!" the little boy said, clutching his little butt with
both hands.

"All right, then," his mother said. "So you leave your
clothes on."  

The assembled crowd moved to the next room, Alan and Chad
bringing up the rear. "Just sit anywhere, folks.  I made hot
dogs and beans – it's plain fare, but good for a crowd.  I
hope you don't mind paper plates and plastic forks – we've
got a lot to do tonight and I didn't want to have a big
cleanup."

For awhile, there was only light talk around the table as
people consumed hot dogs and plates of beans and potato
chips.  Chad found himself surprisingly hungry and ate well,
despite nagging worries about his upcoming punishments with
Alan.  Chandra finally materialized from wherever she had
been and sat down without a word, quietly eating a hot dog
and some beans.  Alan had little appetite, picking at his
food and taking turns glaring at his smiling cousins. 
Finally, after almost everyone was done eating, Brian
suddenly blurted out a series of questions that had
obviously been on his mind.  "Is Alan gonna get a lickin'? 
Did he play with that boy's weenie and put his finger up his
butt too?  Are we all gonna watch?" 

Chad blushed at the reference to "playing with that boy's
weenie," as he realized that all of Alan's cousins must have
been briefed on what Alan had done.  He found himself
intensely embarrassed at the thought that they were probably
picturing him naked, with Alan probing his anus and
fingering his genitals.  He felt a flare of anger toward
Alan for putting him in this situation.  

Chad's embarrassment grew as Alan's mother continued to
explain that Chad had been forced to wear diapers for peeing
on his teacher while being spanked, and had then dirtied his
diaper in class, creating such a mess that he had to be
washed in the nurse's shower, and that when the nurse had
taken Alan's partner away briefly, Alan had used his
authority to force Chad to allow himself to be anally
invaded and then stimulated to orgasm.  Brian interrupted
twice to ask why Chad was being spanked and why a big boy
like him couldn't hold it.  

Chad then had to listen to his mother explain that he
couldn't control his temper and had hit a little kid and
hurt him badly, and had been spanked and paddled naked in
front of his whole class because of it.  She added that he
was being punished at home for a week as well as part of his
anger management training, noting that he was getting
morning and night spankings as well as "other punishments."  

"He gets spanked every morning and every night?" Brian
asked.  When told that was the case, he persisted.  "So is
he gettin' a spankin' tonight?  Do we get to see him get
his, too?"

"I had assumed so," Chad's mother replied.  "As long as you
don't mind sharing Alan's spotlight a little, Mrs.
Delvechhio."

"Call me Adrianne," she replied.  "And no, I don't mind
letting Chad share some of Alan's punishment time.  It's
obvious both our boys need to work on their control of their
behavior.  Let's discuss tonight's punishment schedule for
our boys, so we can proceed in a sensible fashion."

At this point, Chandra, who had been perfectly quiet,
suddenly farted loudly enough to drown out all conversation. 
She looked at the assembled women and grinned.  "My
compliments to the chef," she said, and immediately burst
out laughing.

"Chandra, that was totally inappropriate and uncalled for. 
Please apologize at once," her mother commanded.  Chandra
tensed, and then blew another loud fart.  

"Sorry, Mom," she said, smirking at her mother.  "I didn't
know I was in the company of royalty."

"CHANDRA!" her mother barked.  "That wasn't an accident –
you did that on purpose!"  She turned to her sister and
Chad's mother.  "I'm sorry," she apologized.  "She's been
out of control lately – I swear, she's so rude and obnoxious
sometimes that I think that she should have been born a
boy."

"I'm not as rude as you," Chandra retorted.  "I don't go
around making everyone look at my pig face all the time like
you do."  She smirked at her sisters.  "I'm gonna go take a
pee," she announced, abruptly rising and leaving the room."

"If I may make a suggestion," Chad's mother said in the
silence that followed.  

"By all means," Chandra's mother replied.  "I'm out of
ideas, myself.  I've tried grounding her and not allowing
her to play on her sports teams, and even taking away her
telephone and videogame privileges, but nothing works."

"What I would suggest," said Chad's mother, "is that if a
girl insists on behaving like a crude, uncultured boy, she
should be punished like a crude, uncultured boy.  What would
you do if your little son acted like that?" she asked
reasonably.

"I'd paddle his bare behind until it was black and blue,"
Chandra's mother replied.  She looked thoughtful.  "Oh," she
said.  "I hadn't even considered it, because she's a girl. 
But you're right – if she's going to act like a boy, she
should be punished like a boy."

"Why not start right now," her sister remarked.  "We're
already punishing two unruly boys – why not just add another
'boy' to the group?"

Chandra's mother looked at her sister.  "I don't want to
interfere with your plans for Alan," she said tentatively.

"Nonesense," Alan's mother replied, cutting her off. 
"Naturally, Alan needs some severe discipline tonight, but
there's no reason it can't be a shared lesson. Why don't you
bring Chandra in and inform her of our plans."

Chandra's mother walked to the doorway and raised her voice. 
"Chandra Walker, you get your little butt in this room right
now," she bellowed.  After a moment, Chandra appeared,
looking at her mother insolently.  "Okay, I'm here.  What's
the big emergency?" she asked, walking around her mother and
sitting in her chair again.

"I am tired of your attitude, young lady.  If you're going
to act like a rude, uncultured, insolent male, you're going
to be punished like one.  I've decided you'll join these two
boys in their punishments tonight.  It's time I gave you a
good spanking!"

Chandra stared at her mother incredulously.  "Mother, you
can't be serious!  It was just a little joke!  Lighten up!"

"The only thing that I'm lightening up on is the amount of
clothing you're wearing.  I meant it when I said you're
going to be punished like a boy.  These boys are wearing
only their underpants, so that's what you shall wear for
your punishment tonight as well."  

Chandra crossed her arms and glared at her mother.  "I'm not
taking off my pants and shirt in front of these boys, and
I'm certainly not going to let you spank me like a boy.  So
you might as well just forget it and get on with spanking
Cousin It's butt," she said, using her favorite term for
Alan, concocted several years ago because of his long,
tousled, unruly hair at the time.  "You don't have the guts
to spank me, anyway," she added, "so let's just drop it."

"That's it, a young lady," her mother said in a commanding
voice.  "I'll admit I had my doubts a minute ago, but it's
obvious you need an attitude adjustment, and punishing you
like a boy may be just the thing!  Adrianne, what did you
have in mind first for Alan tonight?"

"Why don't we all go into the den and get comfortable, and
we'll talk about it," Alan's mother replied.

"Sounds excellent," Chandra's mother replied, grasping her
by the upper arm and dragging her to her feet, protesting. 
"I'll just bring my little miscreant along."

"Come along, boys," Mrs. Delvecchio said.  "Alan, were going
to start your punishments now.   Remember that any failure
to follow my orders for punishment tonight will incur the
supreme penalty!"

"Supreme penalty?" Chad's mother asked.  "What's this
supreme penalty?" 

"Tell 'em, Alan," his mother ordered.

"I get my dick ringed," Alan said, his face white.

"That's right," his mother said with satisfaction.  "I have
several piercing rings from when I was in high school and
used to pierce my friends' ears.  I told him if he failed to
obey even one of my orders tonight, when the night was over
I was going to run it through the knot of skin in the bottom
side of his little boy toy, and he'd have to wear it there
for at least a week!" 

"Harsh," Tommy commented.

"Necessary," Alan's mother responded.  "This way I won't
have to fight him over every little punishment tonight.  He
either does what I say and submits to his punishments, or
he's wearing very painful manly jewelry for a week."

"What an excellent idea," Chad's mother said.  "Did I
understand you to save you had several of those rings?"

"Yes," Alan's mother replied.  "I actually have three full
sets, so I have six in all."

"Would it be possible for me to borrow one of those from you
if necessary?" Chad's mother said.  "It might be just the
thing to control Chad's reluctance to obey tonight as well."

"I'll be glad to share with you," Mrs. Delvecchio replied. 
"After all, the most I'd need with Alan would be one or
two."

"Thank you, Adrianne," Chad's mother said.  She beamed at
Chad.  "You heard what Alan said, Chad.  The same applies to
you.  We have to deal with that little peeing incident in
the compost pile, and you need your usual punishments that
are part of your anger management training.  And just like
Alan, if you don't obey everything you're instructed to do
immediately, at the end of the evening.  I'll have Adrianne
put a ring the same place that she promised to put a ring on
Alan!"

Chad went white.  She'd let Alan's mother put a ring through
his wiener?  He vowed to himself then and there that he
would obey anything any of the women told him that evening. 
He didn't care if they paddled his butt until it was
bleeding, or even if they paddled them on his bare balls. 
Heck, he'd suck Alan's wiener right in front of everyone,
and Tommy's too, and even that little boy's!  He'd suck all
three of them at once!  He'd do anything to avoid a ring
through his wiener head!

Chandra's mother spoke up.  "Would you be able to loan me
one of those rings also if necessary?"  she asked Alan's
mother.

"Why of course, Maria!"  Alan's mother replied.  "I'm pretty
sure it would work just as well on a young lady as it does
on young gentleman."

"Excellent!"  Chandra's mother replied.  She turned to
Chandra, who she was still trying to drag out of her chair. 
"You heard with happening to the boys if they don't obey
tonight.  Since you're going to be punished like a boy, the
same thing is going to happen to you if you don't obey!"

"Don't be ridiculous, mother," Chandra said.  "You can be
pretty lame, sometimes, but even you should know that I
don't have one of those silly little wangers that boys have! 
So stop trying to threaten me, and let's get on with
watching Cousin It and the peeing boy get their butts
spanked!"

"I may be lame, but I'm still your mother," Chandra's mother
said grimly.  "And you may not have a 'silly little wanger,'
but there's a certain little bump on your anatomy that I
could just as easily put a ring through!  So if you don't
want to be sporting some new jewelry in a very private and
painful place, you'd better obey everything we tell you to
do tonight as well!"

Chandra stiffened, as she realized what her mother meant. 
"You can't be serious, mother!"  she said.  "You wouldn't
put a ring on my -- you wouldn't put a ring there!"

"I most certainly would!"  her mother said with finality. 
"In fact, if you don't get up right now, and walk like an
obedient young lady into the den, I'll have these ladies
hold you down, and we'll put that ring in right now!"

Chandra felt cold to the pit of her stomach.  She obviously
pushed her mother too far!  She wasn't a particularly big or
strong girl.  She was barely as tall as Chad and Alan, and
she was thinner than both of them.  Her mother and the other
two women could easily hold her down and carry out their
threat.  She looked to her sisters for help, but only saw
sly grins, indicating they'd love to see their little sister
pierced in her most delicate place.  

Her willpower dissolved.  Like Chad and Alan had concluded
before her, Chandra realized that she'd rather receive
almost any punishment, no matter how humiliating, than to
have to wear a ring through her genitals for an entire week. 
She stopped resisting her mother and meekly allowed herself
to be led to the den.  I'm going to get it, she said to
herself.  I'm actually going to get a spanking!  She thought
of all the times she'd laughed at her little brother as he
received a thorough spanking on the seat of his pants, on
his underpants, on his Spiderman pajamas, and on his bare
butt!  She'd even spanked him on his bare butt a few times
herself, enjoying the sight of his little boy genitals as
she'd stripped his pants down, and becoming positively giddy
as she'd watched his little buns bounce and felt the soft
skin and firm muscle underneath each time her hand struck
his bottom.  At the time, she'd listened to his squeals of
pain and had thought that this sort of punishment was
exactly what boys deserved.  She'd been looking forward to
watching Alan receive a good hard spanking tonight, hoping
it would be on his bare butt.  She'd also been hoping that
he would get to compare Alan's genitals with her brother's. 
She'd never considered that she might also end up over her
mother's knees that night!  She wondered how bad spankings
hurt.  Her little brother always cried like his butt was on
fire, and continued to cry afterward for quite some time. 
She'd been looking forward to seeing if Alan would cry like
her little brother when he got his promised spanking.  She
never dreamed it might be her crying while Alan watched.

As the company assembled in the den, a new thought struck
her.  They had said she was going to be spanked like the
boys.  The boys were wearing only underpants!  Did that mean
she was going to be spanked wearing only underpants?  She
blanched at the thought.  She wasn't wearing a bra.  She
didn't actually have any tits yet, so there didn't seem to
be much point.  True, her nipples had grown slightly, so
they looked like little cones, and she had a few hairs "down
there," but otherwise, she still had the body of a little
girl.  She dreaded the thought of having to appear in front
of these boys in only her underpants.

She watched as the two boys were arranged in front of the
fireplace next to each other, facing the couch and the
assortment of chairs.  Her mother gave her a firm push. 
"Get over there with the boys who are being punished," she
said.  "Unless you want to be sporting some new jewelry."
Chandra numbly walked over and stood beside Chad.  Her heart
was racing, as were the hearts of the two boys.  Their
punishments were about to start!  Even though he'd been
spanked many times before, Alan found it hard to keep from
trembling – this was different – he'd never had an audience
when he'd been punished at home before.  And unlike his
punishment at school, he didn't know what he was going to
get, and when it was going to end!

Chad was trembling, too.  He hated being undressed and
spanked in front of girls!  He felt so small and inadequate
when they looked at his wiener and smirked!  He knew they
were measuring and then dismissing him as just a little boy,
no one of consequence.  And then having to cry in front of
them when you got spanked and paddled was so humiliating –
it just reinforced the "little boy" conclusion.

Chandra was still reeling in disbelief.  She was going to
get spanked!  She'd never been spanked before!  She'd
watched her brother get it on his bare butt and even spanked
him herself, reveling in the power she had to make him cry
and the firm feel of his butt under all that smooth skin,
but she'd never dreamed she'd be on the receiving end!