Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 36
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 36:  The Three Musketeers

"So where should we start?" Chad's mother said.

"I think we should begin, at least in Alan's case, with a
nice brisk warmup spanking on the underpants," Alan's mother
said firmly.

"That sounds excellent," Chad's mother said.

"That sounds good to me too," Chandra's mother said. 
"Chandra, strip to your underpants like the boys."

Chandra looked pleadingly at her mother.  "I'm not a boy,"
she said petulantly."

"You are tonight," her mother replied.  "So there's no
reason for modesty.  Now strip to your underpants."

Do I have to?"  She said plaintively.  

"You strip to your underpants voluntarily, or we'll hold you
down and strip you all the way.  Which would you prefer?"
her mother asked.  

Chandra looked pleadingly and her mother for a moment, then
slowly began unbuckling and unzipping her pants.  She looked
around the room for support, but found only smug smiles and
her brother's eager, glittering eyes.  Slowly, she lowered
her pants and stepped out of them.  Her mother took them
from her.  Chandra looked around the room, her face blushing
in shame.  Every eye was on her.  Her cousin Alan and that
wimpy little guy with the small package had both stepped
back a step, so they could check out the way her butt filled
out the back of her underpants.  Brian looked like he was
trying to drill a hole through her crotch, he was staring at
it so fixedly.

"Now your T-shirt, please," her mother ordered.  Chandra
hesitated, but aware of the consequences slowly pulled the
shirt over her head, revealing her bare upper half to
everyone in the room.  She crossed her arms across her
chest, trying to hide her dark pink, cone-shaped nipples. 
"Get your hands behind your head like the boys," her mother
ordered.  "You don't have anything on your chest to hide,
anyway."

Chandra reluctantly placed her hands behind her head,
letting the boys in the room to see her bare chest for the
first time.  Alan and Chad, despite the threat to their own
butts, had now stepped forward a step, where they could look
sideways at her chest.  It didn't help that with her hands
behind her head, her budding breasts were thrust forward,
making them stand out more.  She could feel their greedy
little eyes on her, as well as the eyes of the wimpy boy's
little brother.  A quick glance revealed that Brian was also
watching her, his eyes still glttering.  "I can see your
boo-bies!" he suddenly announced loudly.  

"Don't be rude, Brian," his mother chided.  "Unless you'd
like to join the other boys up here waiting to be spanked." 
Brian clamped his mouth shut and made a mouth-zipping
gesture, but continued to stare avidly at his sister's bare
chest.  

Chandra glanced sideways at the boys standing with her,
noticing to her surprise that the rounded bulges in both
their underpants had become more prominent, and that Alan's
small pouch in those ridiculous underwear had pulled away
from his body a bit, so that she could see a bulge of
wrinkled skin through the space they made.  They're getting
hard, she thought to herself.  They're getting hard like
Brian does when he gets excited.  They're getting excited
looking at me!  She felt more embarrassed than she'd ever
felt in her life.

"Now that everyone's ready, let's begin," Alan's mother
said.  "Shall we do all three at once, or one at a time?

"Oh, one at a time, definitely," Chandra's mother said. 
"Having to watch the others get punished and knowing they're
next should intensify the lesson.  And I believe Chandra
should go first this round, so that the boys won't be teary
eyed and unable to watch properly.  I think that having them
watch will be an important lesson to her."

Chandra's heart sank.  It was too soon!  She wasn't ready! 
Her aunt was pulling out a sturdy wooden chair, which she
sat by the fireplace, in front of the standing trio.  "You
two boys go stand over there, by the side, and wait your
turn.  You'll get the best view in the house that way, and
you can think about the fact that you each are next," Alan's
mother ordered. She waved the boys over to the side, where
they'd be facing Chandra's bottom during her spanking. 
Chandra's mother arose from the couch and sat on the chair. 
Her brother Brian leaped over the back of the couch to land
where his mother had been sitting, giving him a birds-eye
view of the proceedings.  Chandra's mother beckoned her. 
"Come here and get over my lap, Chandra.  You've been asking
for this for a long time – now I'm really going to burn your
bottom!" she said firmly.

Chandra reluctantly willed her legs to move.  A prisoner
walking the last few yards to the death chamber couldn't
have been more reluctant.  She awkwardly lowered herself to
her mother's lap.  The watching boys noted with interest how
her underpants clung to her butt as she bent over, outlining
the smooth curves.  Alan's underpants pouch opened further
on the sides as his tent became more pronounced.  Chad's
smaller member was poking almost straight out, now, clearly
outlined in his tight white underpants.  It twitched visibly
as the girl was forced to part her legs, revealing the
smooth, flat curve that joined her stomach with no hint of
the bulges so visible on boys, even poorly endowed boys like
Chad.  On the couch, young Brian reached right in the front
of his pants and readjusted his own hard penis
unselfconsciously, while Tommy noted the motion and wished
he could snake his hand into his own pants and move his
rapidly hardening organ as well.  She was in her panties! 
And he had seen her tits!  He couldn't believe it!

"Now remember," Chandra's mother chided, smoothing the cloth
over her barely covered posterior.  "You have to obey me
completely if you don't want a ring through your most
delicate part.  That means you stay over my lap until I say
you can get up, and you don't reach back to protect
yourself.  I'm going to give you a good, sound spanking,
just like I'd give your brother if he was acting like you
are!"

Chad, meanwhile, was wondering just where this "most
delicate part" was.  He was trying to recall the details
from the porn pictures he'd seen, but he was having trouble
remembering just what the whole girl thing looked like.  He
simply couldn't remember anywhere you could put a ring
through that would be considered delicate.  Maybe the folds
on the sides?  But why would some part of that be any more
delicate than another part?  It was all very puzzling.  He
wished this Chandra girl would try fighting or something, so
they'd take off her pants and he could see for himself.  Now
that would be worth whatever spankings or humiliations he
was going to get tonight!

Chandra, for her part, was hoping just the opposite,
reminding herself that she had to hold still, no matter how
much it hurt.  She knew from spanking her little brother
that spankings hurt a lot, even through underpants.  As her
mother's hand left her bottom and rose above her scantily
clad bottom, she tensed and tightened her buns.  Here it
comes, she thought.  I'm gonna get it!

The first spank surprised her with its sting.  One moment
she was tensing her butt and waiting for the impact, the
next there was a loud, slightly muffled smack and the right
side of her butt was on fire.  She let out a gasp and kicked
out with both legs, only to have the left side of her butt
suffer the same fate as the right.  

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she sobbed.  "No mooooooore, pleeeeeese,
Mommmy!  It hurrrrrrrts!"  Tears sprang to her eyes
immediately.  "Please, Mommmy, pleeeeese," she wailed. 
"I'll be goooooood!"

Her mother's response was to deliver an even harder spank to
the lower center of her buns that burned all the way into
her crack.  Chandra lost all control and dissolved into
incoherent sobs on this third spank.  She'd never realized
it hurt so bad!  No wonder her brother bawled and screamed
when she spanked his little butt!  She'd always enjoyed
spanking him right on what she thought of as his sit-spot,
right over his little butt hole.  She'd enjoyed the frantic
yelps and squirming that hitting him there produced.  Now
she realized just how tender that spot was.

As the spanking continued unabated, Chandra began thrumming
her feet on the floor and flailing her arms, grasping at the
empty air as if that would stop the burning pain that kept
building in her bottom.  Her mother continued relentlessly
smacking her butt, spreading the spanks around so that her
whole posterior glowed hotly with pain.  Chandra began
scissoring her legs with every spank, causing her underwear
to flex a variety of directions.  Chad noted with
considerable excitement that at times you could see the
girl's central furrow clearly outlined by her stretched
underpants.  No wonder some of the boys joked about "camel
toe."  Now he could see why they called it that.  His
erection strained almost painfully at his underpants.  He
wished more than anything that he could reach down and wrap
his fingers around it and bring himself to climax, but of
course that was out of the question.  He glanced sideways at
Alan's crotch, noting that his underpants pouch was now
pulled straight out from his body by his larger erection,
his scrotum completely visible through the side slit.

Chandra, meanwhile, was sobbing incoherently, tears spotting
the hardwood floor under her face.  The muffled smacks of
her mother's hand on her underpants continued methodically. 
It was only after the girl had been crying more than a
minute that her mother finally shifted her technique. 
Pausing a moment, she raised her hand higher than before and
brought it down on the lower center of the girl's butt. 
Chandra's head shot up and she arched her back and squealed. 
She'd thought her butt couldn't hurt any more than it did,
but that one was harder than all the rest, and it burned all
the way into her butt hole!  She drew a breath to scream
again, only to feel another, harder spank land on top the
first, sending her scream up an octave.  Two more, harder
spanks followed, each right over her butt hole at the base
of her butt.  Chandra collapsed over her mother's lap, only
aware of the few square inches of the base of her butt.  It
took her some time to realize her mother had stopped
spanking her and was dragging her to her feet.  It's over!
She thought, still sobbing hysterically.  I'm done now!  Her
bottom burned with a fire she'd never felt before, but she'd
survived!

Her hopes were quickly dashed though, as her mother spoke
loudly, to be heard over her bawling.  "That will do for
now," she said.  "But you'll get more later.  We'll let
these boys have a chance to get their little butts toasted,
and then we'll get back to you and your next punishment." 
She yanked her daughter to her feet.  Chandra's hands
immediately flew back to caress her stinging bottom.  She
danced around the room, trying without success to rub away
the pain.  Her mother watched her with satisfaction.  Now
here was a lesson her daughter would remember for a long
time, she thought.  And I'll make it even more of a lesson
in just a bit!  She spoke up.  "Stop rubbing yourself and
put your hands back behind your head," she ordered.  "And
next time I spank you, keep your hands away from your bottom
afterward, or you'll get more."  Chandra reluctantly removed
her hands from her bottom, and her mother guided her over to
stand by Alan.

Chad's mother replaced Chandra's on the chair and beckoned
to Chad.  Conscious of his desire to not have a ring in his
"most delicate place," and all too aware of just where that
place was on boys, Chad walked obediently over to stand
beside his mother.  She looked distastefully at the
prominent tent in his underwear.  She hated seeing him with
a hard on – he looked so much like his father that the sight
of him erect always brought back such unpleasant memories. 
Again she flashed back to herself as a young bride, her new
husband walking across the bedroom smirking, his penis
standing up threateningly just like Chad's miniature of it. 
She winced involuntarily, remembering his rough thrusts and
the pain that had accompanied them.  She glanced at the
chair where Tommy was sitting, noting that her younger son
also had a visible erection.  Yet, somehow, it didn't look
so threatening on him, even though the bulge in his pants
was visibly larger.  Perhaps it was because Tommy looked
almost nothing like his father.  He'd be a gentle lover, she
thought.  He'd have never caused her such pain.  She turned
her attention back to Chad's projecting organ, which she
could easily picture standing up rudely in his underpants,
and felt the anger again.  "What's this?" she asked,
grasping the tip of his penis and squeezing it painfully
through his underpants.  "You like watching girls get
punished?"

"Noooooooo," Chad said in embarrassment and sudden
discomfort.  "It just gets like that – I can't control it!"

"Well, it had better be down again by the time you get up
from my lap, young man, or I'll have to take steps to make
it go down!" his mother replied, giving his penis a yank and
then releasing it.  He's just like his father, she thought
to herself.  He likes subjugating women!  Well, I'll show
him right now which sex is really in charge!

"I'm going to make you take your underpants off," Chad's
mother ordered.  "You obviously don't fear an underpants
spanking sufficiently or you wouldn't be like that!  So you
can get your spanking on the bare skin and see how you like
that!"

Chad looked around the room.  She was going to make him get
naked!  Counting his mother and the still crying Chandra,
there were 6 females and 3 other males in the room.  Five of
those 6 females and one of the males had yet to see him
naked, where they could study his genitals and his butt
without hindrance.  "Please, Mom," he begged.  "Please don't
make me take them off in front of everybody!  I'll be
naked!" he wailed.  

His mother turned to Mrs. Delvecchio.  "I guess you'll have
to get the ring," she said calmly.  Chad almost peed himself
in fright, but clamped down on his sphincter just in time. 

"Nooooooooooo!" he squealed.  "I'll take them off!  Look,
I'm taking them off now!"  He looked at the grinning Tommy,
who made a partial circle with his finger and thumb and then
closed them abruptly, miming screaming as he did. 
Shuddering at the thought of a ring being driven through the
underside of his little penis, Chad shucked his underpants
immediately, leaving them on the floor under his feet and
bending quickly over his mother's lap to hide his bobbing
genitals from the watching females.  

"I can see your wie-ner," Brian suddenly said in a sing-song
chant, giggling on the couch.  "I can see your bum-bum!  I
can see your wie-ner, I can see your bum-bum!"

"I'm surprised you can see it, it's so small," Chandra's
sister  Shiela muttered, causing laughter from Rebecca and
Tommy.

"Now remember, no trying to block my hand or escape," his
mother warned.  "Unless you want to be known as the boy with
the ring!"

The fact that Chad had been spanked naked before, and that
he'd even been paddled repeatedly and for long periods of
time did not make this spanking any easier for him.  His
mother's first spank on his bare butt burned like fire, the
second spread the fire to the other side of his butt, and
the third, landing right next to the first and overlapping
it, was unbearable.  Chad was squealing and in tears by this
point, flailing his arms and legs.  In her position behind
him, Chandra wiped her eyes and directed her attention at
the butt of the naked boy.  Her own burning bottom and near
nudity were forgotten for the moment as she watched his legs
separate and then close, his butt alternately clenching and
relaxing to reveal his butt hole and the little plum-sized
ball sack so very like the one on her little brother.  She
wished she'd have gotten a glimpse of the boy' penis when he
took off his underwear, but he'd been facing away and her
vision had been blurry with tears, anyway.  She hoped she'd
get a good look when his spanking was finished and he was
stood up again.  She wondered if it would look like her
little brother's tiny tool.

Chad's mother continued to warm his bare butt for more than
a minute, making sure he got as many spanks as Chandra had. 
Because his butt was bare, of course, Chad's spanking hurt
much more.  She finally finished the same way Chandra's
mother had, by giving him 5 consecutive spanks on the lower
center of his butt.  Chad was sobbing incoherently as she
dragged him to his rubbery legs and pulled him over to stand
by Chandra.  Chandra was favored with a full-on view of the
boy's genitals as he was stood up and faced her way.  His
little penis still bobbed rock hard, jabbing the air in
front of him.  His tiny ball sack was pulled tight to the
base of it.  

Chad's mother looked down at her son's genitals and felt a
flash of hot anger.  "Still think this is fun, huh?" she
asked nastily.  She glanced around, spying a plastic
flyswatter on the side table.  "I think I can take care of
that.  Mrs. Delvecchio, will you hold my son's arms for a
moment?"

Chad felt Mrs. Delvecchio grasp his arms firmly and hold
them behind him, bracing his body against hers, facing
outward.  His mother picked up the flyswatter and held it in
the air above his jutting penis.  Chad cringed and thrashed
violently, trying to get away, but Alan's mother held him
too firmly.  The swatter swished through the air, landing
with a wet smack on head of Chad's jutting penis.  Pain shot
through Chad as the swatter stung the top of his little
helmet and forced it down with its passage.  As the swatter
slipped off the tip, his organ rebounded to smack sharply
against his stomach and then bob violently a few times. Chad
screamed. His mother swung again, this time causing even
more pain in his already stinging penis head as it was
smacked in the same place, then smacked against Chad's
stomach.  Chad squealed like a tortured animal, fighting to
grasp and protect his stinging organ.  His mother paused a
moment, then nodded with satisfaction as his red tipped
organ began shrinking.  Now it just looked like a pathetic
little boy penis, not the threatening weapon the boy's
father had tortured her with for 5 years.  "Not so much fun
now, is it?" she commented, putting the swatter down.  "You
can let him go," she said.  Chad was released, and fell to
the floor, clutching his sore penis head with both hands and
bawling.  His mother ignored him, taking her seat on the
couch.  

Mrs. Delvecchio stepped around the howling Chad and beckoned
to Alan.  "Time for your spanking, son," she said, loud
enough to be hear over Chad.  "Since Chad received his on
the bare bottom you shall as well.  Take down your
underpants."

Shaken by what Chad's mother had done to his genitals, Alan
stripped his underpants off his painfully welted bottom.  He
gulped as he straightened up, all too aware that he was
giving his cousins their first look at his own long, thin,
jutting penis.  "Mom," he said tentatively, barely loud
enough to be heard over Chad's diminishing wails.  "My
bottom is really, really sore from that thing I got spanked
with today.  Can I have some other punishment instead,
please?  I don't think I could stand another spanking from
you."

"You don't want me to spank you?  Gee, I bet Chad didn't
want you to do to him the things you did.  But if you don't
want me to spank you, I won't."  She glanced around the
room.  "Brian, come up here and spank you cousin's bare butt
for me."

Brian gaped in disbelief.  He'd always been at the receiving
end of spankings before, and now his aunt was offering to
let him give one to his big shot cousin?  He looked at his
mother, who nodded and smiled, and then eagerly jumped up
and took his aunt's place on the spanking chair.  Alan's
brief hope of a reprieve collapsed.  She was going to let
his little brat of a cousin spank his already sore butt? 
Brian, who got more spankings from more family members than
any kid he knew?  Okay, his cousin couldn't possibly spank
as hard as his mother, but his butt was really sore, and any
touch would hurt.  And being spanked by a child that much
younger would be so humiliating!  Plus, his relationship
with Brian wasn't good – after all, he'd forced Brian to let
him play with the boy's genitals, and he'd stuck his finger
up the boy's butt.  He had thought the boy was enjoying his
actions and protesting just for show, but his cousin had
called him a meanie afterwards and had complained to his
mother and his mother had whipped him, and his cousin hadn't
wanted to be around him since then.  Now his cousin was
sitting gleefully on the chair, swinging his legs and
patting his lap.  "Come here, Alan," Brain called.  "Come
here for your spankin!"  He smacked his hand against his
bare leg below his shorts.  "Ow," he said.  "That hurt my
leg!  Bet it'll really hurt your bum-bum!"

As Alan walked over to his waiting cousin, his thin penis
swaying like a pointer in front of him, Alan's mother
reached out and grasped it by the head.  "I'm telling you
the same thing Chad's mother told him," she said, pointing
to the flyswatter.  "If you're still like that when you get
up after your spanking, you're getting what he got."

Quailing and glancing down at Chad, who was still gripping
his genitals and keening, Alan got over his cousin's small
lap.  "Ooooooh, he's heavy," Brian said.  He reached over
and placed a hand on either side of Alan's bottom, parting
his sensitive cheeks and leaning over to look at his
wrinkled butt hole.  "I see your bum-bum hole," he
commented.  He sniffed loudly.  "You smell like poo," he
said, wrinkling his nose.  He let go of both cheeks and
straightened up.  "I'm gonna have to wash my hands when I'm
done."

Chandra watched with interest as her cousin's butt was
parted and his butt hole revealed to her.  It looked
surprisingly like Chad's butt hole, and like her own had
looked in the mirror of her bathroom.  The only thing
different was the color, which was brown on Alan, pinkish
brown on Chad, and pinkish red on herself.  She was actually
surprised how similar boys' and girls' butts and butt holes
looked.  But as soon as she looked below Alan's butt hole,
the similarity between him and girls stopped.  Alan was
closed up between his legs, with a ridge of skin running
down the center where girls were open, and his bulging
scrotum between his legs, coupled with the hard penis tip
visible where it pressed against her brother's leg made it
clear he wasn't anything like a girl.

Brian traced his fingertips across the surface of the older
boy's butt.  "How come you got red bumps all over your bum-
bum?" he asked seriously.  When Alan didn't respond, his
mother took the flyswatter and brought it down, hard, on the
center of her son's butt.  

"Owwwwwww!" Alan cried, shooting his legs straight out and
tightening his butt so hard that the skin surrounding his
crack turned white.  "Oww!  Oww! Owwwwwwww!"

"Your cousin asked you a question," his mother said calmly. 
"Answer him."

"I- I- I g- g- got spanked in school with this p- p- paddle
with little strings on it," Alan stuttered, still clenching
in pain.  "It really hurt!"

"Bet I can make it hurt, too," Brian said.  He began
smacking Alan's butt with both hands, like he was beating a
bongo drum, alternating blows but hitting him in the same
spot each time, right in the upper center of his butt. Alan
almost laughed.  Being quite young and having small hands,
at first Brian's blows only tingled somewhat on his
blisters.  I can take this easily, Alan thought to himself. 
He felt silly lying over the little boy's lap getting love
taps from him.  But as the boy continued whacking away at
the same spot on Alan's butt, a fierce burn started where he
continued to strike, gradually building up with each blow to
become more and more painful.  

Alan began flinching with the boy's blows, then squeezing
his butt, trying to drive down the sting that kept building
right in the center, where the little boy insisted on
hitting him over and over.  Finally he cried out. 
"Moooooom!  He's not spanking me right.  He just keeps
hitting me in the same place.  Make him spread it around a
little!" he begged.

"Your cousin is the one spanking you, so he decides how to
do it.  If he wants to spank you in just one place, that's
his business," his mother replied.  She addressed Brian. 
"Go on, dear, keep spanking his naughty butt however you
want. You're doing fine."

Brian enthusiastically increased his pace, beating Alan's
sore, welted butt like a bongo drum.  Alan found, to his
surprise, that his butt was starting to hurt seriously.  The
combination of the welts from his earlier paddling and the
boy's quick blows, all in the same spot, continued to raise
new levels of pain in his bottom, until the little boy's
blows were starting to become unbearable.

By this point, Chad had stopped clutching his penis and was
sitting up, trying to wipe the tears from his eyes.  His
little penis had shrunk to a red-tinged button barely
visible between his legs.  He watched from just a few feet
behind his friend's bare bottom as the little boy whaled
away.  Alan's butt hole stared back at him.

"Owwwwwwwww," Alan wailed.  "Owww, owww, owwwwwwwww! 
Owwwww!  It hurts!  Owwwwwwwww!  Stop, please!  Pleeeeease!
Don't spank me no more!  Owwwwwwww!" he wailed, tears
actually forming on his face.  He began squeezing his buns
together, trying to drive out the pain, but it seemed that
being spanked on the tensed bottom hurt even more.  He began
kicking as his wails became full-fledged crying over the 2nd
minute of his spanking.  At the end of the two minutes, his
mother stopped Brian, but Alan's crying continued.  

"That's enough, dear," she said.  "You've done a fine job,
but this is just a warm-up punishment.  Let him up, and
we'll see if he needs a dose of Mr. Swatter."

At his mother's urging, Alan rose from his cousin's lap. 
His long, slender penis had lost its erection and was
dangling downward.  His mother lifted it by the underside
with the swatter.  "You're lucky it went down," she
commented. "Now go stand by the other naughty children and
get ready for the next round of punishments."

Alan was placed beside Chandra, and Chad was urged to his
feet to stand beside Alan.  Chandra couldn't avoid glancing
at the two boys' genitals, so very different from each
other.  Chad's little button penis was hiding, barely
visible above his small plum of a sack.  Alan's much longer
penis hung down, swaying from side to side over a larger
sack.  Both boys saw her staring at them and colored in
response.  Alan's mother spoke up.

"My plan was to punish Alan by alternating pain and
humiliation.  Since we've just finished a pain punishment,
humiliation would be next.  I'm going to start Alan out with
something I think he particularly will dislike.  Chad, would
you please come over here and help me with this?"  She
placed a large pillow on the center of the chair and covered
it with a large piece of plastic, then turned the chair
sideways.  Lifting Chad by his hips, she placed him so that
his legs hung down one side facing the watching crowd, while
his head and arms were down the other side and his butt was
at the apex, bent at a 90 degree angle and half spread. 
"Sit down on the couch, Chandra, so you can see too," she
ordered.  Chandra obliged, sitting gingerly on the couch
behind Chad's spread bottom.  His butt hole was at her eye
level, winking across at her between his partly open buns. 
She couldn't keep her eyes off of it and off of the boy's
wrinkled little sack bulging between his legs.  The smooth
expanse of skin between the two private parts of his anatomy
also fascinated her – what would it be like to be all closed
up like that?  No wonder boys couldn't do the splits like
girls!

Alan's mother left the room a minute, returning with a
bottle of Hershey's chocolate syrup.  She opened the top and
held it over Chad's butt.  "This is going to be cold, young
man," she warned.  "Hold still."  She squeezed the bottle,
crisscrossing Chad's butt with streams of syrup, finishing
by traveling vertically down his butt crack.  Chad could
feel cold syrup oozing over his butt hole and down to puddle
on his ball sack.  Alan's mother motioned him over.  "I bet
you've heard people call someone a 'butt licker' before. 
You're going to be a butt licker.  Your next punishment will
be to lick all the syrup off of this boy's bottom.  I'll
give you 2 minutes to do it, or you get ringed."  

"I have to lick his butt?"  Alan said in amazement.  "But
it's all over!  It's even on his hole!  Won't I get sick or
something?"

"He's not dirty," Tommy piped up, insulted.  "I washed him
myself before we came.  I washed his butt three times, and
his butt hole twice!  And I do a good job, with lots of
soap!  There's no poop on him, I swear!"

"So you don't like having to lick his bottom?  I bet he
didn't like you pushing your finger up his butt today,
either," his mother said pointedly.  "But you made him
suffer through it, and you're going to have to suffer
through it now!  I'm starting my timer – you have 2
minutes!"

Alan looked around desperately, but there was no escape.
Sighing, he put a hand on the outer edges of each of Chad's
butt cheeks, which were clean of syrup, and lowered his face
to Chad's right butt cheek and started licking the syrup off
using big, long strokes of the tongue to try to get this
over with.  He quickly finished cleaning the right cheek and
switched to the left, leaving the area of the crack for
later.  By the end of a minute, Chad's butt cheeks were
completely clean, but his crack was still untouched.  

Alan hesitated, then stiffened his resolve and separated
Chad's cheeks as widely as he could, licking the syrup off
above the boy's butt hole.  He pictured a metal ring jabbing
through the underside of his penis to steel himself.  This
is it, he thought.  I've got to do it.  He shut his eyes so
he at least wouldn't have to look at what he was doing and
ran his tongue across the boy's butt hole, grateful to be
tasting nothing but chocolate syrup.  The wrinkled surface
felt odd under his tongue, and Chad giggled a couple of
times, twitching his butt, commenting, "Sorry — that
tickles!"  Each time he did so, his butt hole squeezed shut
more tightly under Alan's tongue, once almost drawing it in. 


Alan gave a few more licks, hoping he was done, and then
opened his eyes and looked at the other boy's butt hole,
disheartened to see chocolate still collected in the ridges
and wrinkles, and a line of it right in the center of the
boy's butt hole.  Picturing the ring through his cock
stiffened his resolve, and he focused on Chad's butt hole,
licking hard this time and letting the tip of his tongue
slip into the crack of the pursed muscle.  Checking again,
he saw there were still traces of chocolate in the line of
the hole itself.  Here I go, he thought to himself.  I've
come this far -- I gotta do this.  He drove his tongue into
the tightly pursed slit, worming it up and down the tensed
orifice.  This time when he looked, Chad's butt hole was
spotless.

"Thirty seconds," his mother commented.  "Better finish."

Alan looked with despair at the syrup still coating Chad's
scrotum.  In desperation, he urged Chad up and shoved the
pillow to the floor, sitting him on the edge of the chair
and lifting his feet to the chair surface as well.  With his
legs spread wide, Chad's genitals were now easily
accessible.  Alan quickly began lapping his tongue on the
boy's sack, slurping on it like a popsicle, licking the
surface, and the slurping the whole thing is his mouth.  "Be
careful," Chad warned him, looking apprehensive.  "You know
how sensitive they are!"  

As Alan's mother said "10 seconds," he examined Chad's
package, only to notice a streak of brown on the underside
of Chad's now rapidly stiffening penis.  The kids were
chanting, "8, 7, 6 .. " Knowing he was out of time, Alan had
no choice but to plunge Chad's penis into his mouth, sucking
all the remaining chocolate off the surface.  As his mother
said "time," the watching group of boys and girls burst into
applause.  "Did you like your dessert, cousin," Sheila asked
sweetly.  "I bet you love licking brown stuff off of boys'
butts!"  

"We need someone to do an inspection and see if he got it
all," Alan's mother said.  "Chandra, come here and inspect
this boy's butt."

Despite her embarrassment over being spanked in front of
everyone and being dressed only in underwear, Chandra felt a
tingle of excitement as she rose and walked to the chair
where the waiting boy sat, his genitals splayed open to her
gaze.  Chad's mother made him stand and bend over and grab
his ankles, spreading his butt for Chandra's gaze.  Chandra
studied his butt hole and crack carefully, then moved his
tight scrotum from side to side, checking all the wrinkles
and crevices.  She finally straightened up.  "I can't see
anything on him from this side," she reported.  "But I can't
really see the front from here."  Chad's mother made him
stand up and put his hands behind his head, while Chandra
lifted his penis by the tip and moved it this way and that,
studying it and his scrotum carefully.  "All clean here,
too," she reported. The tingle in her groin had increased as
she'd handled Chad's genitals, and she was reluctant to
stop.  She tried to cover her excitement by commenting,
"Boys are so disgusting," as she released him and gingerly
sat down again.