Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 3
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 3:  The Diaper Treatment

The spanking stopped abruptly and a silence fell over the
students, although Chad's buns continued to burn like fire
and Chad continued his bawling as well.  He felt himself
yanked to his feet, both arms held over his head.  Mrs. Rose
inspected the front of his underpants critically.  "Well
class, it looks like we've got an underpants wetter," she
said, loudly enough to be heard over his bawling.  She
turned Chad to face the class, holding his arms over his
head, so they could clearly see the soaking wet spot in
front of his underpants.  Then she calmly instructed one of
the girls in front to go down the hall to the nurse's
office, and to tell her to her to bring in the diaper cart.  

The next couple of minutes were among the worst in Chad's
life up to that point.  (He was going to have many more
worse moments soon.)  "Ooooooh," one girl said.  "Gross. 
It's all over his crotch!"  

"He's gonna get it!  He's gonna get the diaper treatment!" 
another girl said excitedly.  

"Diaper treatment, diaper treatment!"  several started
chanting, joined by some boys.  

"Bare butt, bare butt, bare butt," some other boys started
chanting.  

"We're gonna see your wiener!" a girl in the middle of the
class chimed in.  Rather than stop the children's taunting
of Chad, the teacher smiled at them indulgently as she
continued to hold his arms over his head so that he remained
facing the class with his shameful wet underpants on
display.  Chad hiccupped and gasped and tried to get his
crying under control.  The pee on the front of his
underpants was starting to feel cold now, but his butt felt
like it was on fire, especially the lower center where some
of his pee was now in direct contact with his sore butt.  As
his crying calmed down, Chad suddenly realize the fix he was
in.  The nurse was coming with the diaper cart!  He was
about to be undressed, butt naked in front of the entire
class!  Everyone was going to see. They'd see his bare butt,
and his bare wiener, and his bare nut sack!  He was going to
be cleaned up by the nurse in front of everyone, like a
baby.  She'd have to wash his entire private area – she'd
touch everything!  And then after the nurse had cleaned him
up, his spanking was going to continue, but this time on the
bare butt!  He hadn't been able to stand it when Mrs. Rose
had been spanking him on his underpants!  He couldn't
imagine anything hurting worse that the spanking he'd just
been getting! Yet without his undies to protect him it would
have to hurt worse, wouldn't it?  And he'd have to bend over
again for his spanking, so they were probably even going to
see his bare poo hole!  No one had seen where he went poo
since he was a baby!

The teacher herself, meanwhile, was thinking about the fact
that she hadn't spanked a boy naked since last year.  Not
since she'd bared little Chan Ho, a boy as small and
underdeveloped as this one, had she had the special thrill
that came each time she felt her bare hand strike a small
boy's soft, bare skin.  She recalled how she'd made Chan
take off his pants and underpants and expose his diminutive,
pointy, uncircumcised little penis and small purse of a
scrotum to the class, and had felt the surge of power she
always enjoyed in such situations.  She loved the way that
being naked made even the most developed 7th grade look and
feel so small and vulnerable.  She felt a thrill of pleasure
at the memory of the feel of a boy's soft, vulnerable butt
skin against her hands.  She loved to watch their big and
little buns bounce, and she loved the sweet smacking sound
of her bare hand on a boy's bare butt.  Oh, how they howled
and squealed!  She looked down at the brat she was currently
holding so that he faced the classroom.  She'd really enjoy
spanking this one!  As she'd already noted when giving it to
him on his underpants, he had a nice, round, firm, boy-
bottom that made a perfect target.  His buns were just big
enough to wrap a palm around with each spank.  She was going
to enjoy feeling that butt with no cloth in between it and
her hands.  And then, this afternoon, she was going to get
to paddle this little lad's bare butt!  Nothing excited her
like giving a good bare-butt paddling!

Chad's wet genitals were cold now, and his little penis and
scrotum had retreated into his body as far as possible,
flattening his crotch bulge.  He could hear various
conversations at the front of the room. His own buddy, Jimmy
Chen, was saying earnestly to the girl next to him, "I bet
he's got a micro-weenie!"  Chad was chagrined to find that
she appeared to agree.  

A pair of 3rd grade girls were earnestly discussing their
desire to see "the thing he pees with."   Oh, great, Chad
thought to himself.  They all want to look at just the thing
he didn't want them to see!

Emily was loudly discussing with Dakota, who sat next to
her, that she bet they would be able to smell his butt from
their seats once he took his underpants off.  "After all,"
she was saying with authority.  "You know how sloppy boys
are when it comes to cleanliness."  Chad blushed more deeply
at hearing his intimate hygiene discussed in such an off-
handed way.  He certainly hoped he was clean.  He couldn't
remember, now, when he'd last gone poo and whether he'd
showered afterward or not.  He'd skipped the shower this
morning, but now he thoroughly regretted it.

As his humiliation continued to deepen, the door opened and
the school nurse came in, pushing a cart in front of her. 
The cart was only about 2 feet high but was long and wide
enough that a 7th grade could lie on it full length.  It had
a black rubber pad on top, along with a variety of Velcro
backed straps.  On the side was a fold down step.  She
wheeled it to the front of the room beside Chad.  "This, I
assume, is our underpants wetter," she announced, bringing
laughter from the combined classes.  She flipped the step
down from the side of the table.  "So what happened – lost
control while you were getting your tushie warmed up?"  The
class laughed harder.  

"This is the little brat who gave Joseph Rainey the
concussion earlier this morning," Mrs. Rose said coldly.  

The nurse looked him up and down more critically.  "Oh, then
you obviously need some serious spanking!  Come on, let's
get you up there and clean you up.  I don't want to delay
what is obviously a well-deserved tushie-warming!  The
sooner we clean your little tushie, the sooner you can be
back over Mrs Rose's knees getting what's coming to you!"
She guided a shaking, miserable Chad up the step and seated
him in the center of the rubber matt on the table.  She
stretched him out full length on it, his head elevated
slightly on a small, rubber pillow.  She drew a Velcro strap
tightly across his chest, while the teacher did the same
thing across his stomach just above his underpants.  As the
nurse paused to pull on rubber gloves, the teacher angled
the cart so that Chad's feet were facing the class and his
head was toward the blackboard.  

A little blond-haired third-grade girl in front piped up. 
"Mrs. Whitney, we can't really see from down here.  May we
stand up?"  

"Oh, of course," Mrs. Whitney said.  "Those of you in my
class may stand up and come around to the front of the cart,
so you don't block the view of the 7th graders."  There was
some confusion for a moment as the 3rd graders shifted
themselves so that they were standing up by Chad's head in a
semicircle, all jockeying for the best view of the boy on
the cart.  

Giving her last glove a satisfying snap, the nurse turned
back toward Chad on the cart.  She placed a hand on either
side of his waistband.  "Lift your tushie, sweetie," she
said.  "Let's get these wet things off you.  I bet that
nasty old pee is starting to burn your tushie already."  
Chad numbly raised his midsection.  He was trembling all
over, knowing his last covering was about to vanish, leaving
him nude in front of everyone.  The nurse wasted no time,
skimming the wet briefs off his hips and down his legs,
deftly guiding them off each foot and dropping them in a
plastic bag.  Chad's heart was pounding rapidly.  He was
naked!   The diaper cart was only about 2 feet high, so
everyone in the class could easily see his privates!  With
horror, he clapped both hands over his fear and cold
shrunken genitals.  

The nurse reached down with her gloved hands and deftly
removed each one of his hands, one at a time.  Overpowering
his meager strength, she lifted each up beside his chest,
where she circled them with Velcro straps that were fastened
there, obviously for that purpose.   "Now for next few days,
remember," she said calmly. "When you get on the diaper
table, you should put your arms up in this position, so that
the children diapering you can strap you down.  We don't
want you moving around when you're being changed." Chad's
upper body was now effectively immobilized, and his no
longer private privates were on display.  Children stood in
the back and craned their necks to see, while the third
graders tried to shifted their positions to get a better
view.   Some of those younger girls were looking at him with
puzzled expressions as if they'd never seen a boy's parts
before.  Others were giggling, and many of the 3rd grade
boys were smiling knowingly, probably making favorable
comparisons to their own equipment.  A pair of little 3rd
grade boys in front had visible boners tenting the front of
their grade school shorts.

Looking at the target of everyone's gaze, Chad discovered to
his embarrassment that his normal unimpressive genitals were
at this moment even more unimpressive.  His penis was barely
visible, the little circumcised head looking like a small
button and his small scrotum pulled tightly against his
crotch.  The teacher and nurse let the students examine him
a few moments more, then as if on cue each grasped his legs
by the ankles and lifted them up in the air, forcing his
ankles down on either side of his chest.  Deftly, the nurse
flipped another thick Velcro strap across behind each of his
knees, attaching each to rings on either side of his body. 
Chad was now immobilized completely, his knees by his chest,
his ankles strapped down near his ears.  His bare butt and
genitals were now totally lifted and spread, so all the kids
in class could see every part of him.  Chad was so
effectively restrained that he could do nothing but look on
in horror at the class beyond him stared at his bare
hindquarters and his fully exposed privates.  His butt still
throbbed and stung from his not yet completed spanking.  He
could see some of the marks near the bottom of his butt
himself, and the two classes could see the bright red color
of each bun and the beginnings of blisters in the middle of
each of them. The protected skin inside his butt crack was a
shocking white by comparison.

Chad could see, even from his angle, how incredibly wide
open he now was.  He could see the ridge of skin under his
balls trailing out of sight, and knew that his classmates
had a bird's eye view of his naked butt hole along with his
small wiener and nut sack.  He would have no secrets at all
from now on!  Every kid in both the classes would know just
how he looked inside his pants and between his legs!  The
teacher and nurse finished fastening the straps around his
legs.  "Now tomorrow, when the children assigned to diaper
you have finished fastening your arms, lift both your legs
up into this position so that they can fasten them just like
we have now.  They've got to be able to see every part of
you, so that they can clean you up!"  

Well, thought Chad to himself ruefully, they certainly can
see every part of me!  For many of the third graders, and
even some of Chad's classmates, his widely spread legs were
a revelation.  Some of the girls were looking at a boy's
privates for the first time.  Indeed, one of the third
graders commented loudly enough for everyone to hear, "I
thought it would be bigger!"  "It is, on normal boys," her
friend replied, as if Chad's diminutive package was a freak
of nature.  "You should see my little brother's – it looks
like a little sausage.  This guy's looks like a marble!" 
Meanwhile, a 7th grade boy and girl on Chad's left were
discussing the appearance of his butt hole, comparing it to
the butt holes of their respective dogs.  Both agreed that
Chad's butt hole was more gross, first of all, because it
was completely naked, with no tail to hide it, and secondly,
because it was bigger and more wrinkly than a dog's. All
over the classroom boys were making favorable comparisons to
their own genitals, while at the same time a few girls were
marveling at how boys were completely closed up between
their legs.  Cynthia, a girl who sat right next to Chad's
currently empty chair, was appreciating the smooth expanse
of skin between Chad's legs, wondering how the soft-looking
skin would feel to the touch.  She hoped she would be one of
the girls chosen to diaper Chad over the next few days.  She
vowed that she would be sure to run her fingers over every
part of this Chad's genitals if she was given the
opportunity.  She longed to feel the wrinkled skin of his
scrotum, the soft skin between his legs, and of course, to
see if she could get a rise out of his little button penis.

 The nurse, meanwhile, had gathered some baby wipes and was
scrubbing his buttocks down, proceeding from the outside of
his buns inward toward his crack and upward toward his
crotch.  The moisture in the wipes stung his blisters just a
bit as she passed over the centers of his buns, causing him
to wince.  "It hurts a bit, I know, sweetie," she said
breezily.  "That's because of the alcohol in them.  The more
blistered your tushie is, the more it hurts.  But you have
to admit you deserve to hurt."  She took another wipe and
scrubbed his anus vigorously, digging her forefinger into
the center until it penetrated at bit.  Examining the cloth
she shook her head and discarded it, taking another one and
scrubbing his anus again.  "Sorry, sweetie," she said. 
"You're a bit dirty there."  

This news brought guffaws from the boys in class and giggles
from the girls.  "Better wipe yourself better next time,
Henson," big Paul snickered.  "You never know when someone's
gonna see it!"  "Or everyone," a third grade boy quipped.

The teacher continued to ignore taunts, as she always
ignored taunting of a boy being spanked.  Such teasing was
considered part of the punishment.  Thus, the boys and girls
could voice about any taunt while a boy was being spanked,
as long as no serious profanity was used (terms like "butt,"
"wiener," and "poo hole" were considered acceptable). 
Meanwhile, the nurse finished scrubbing Chad's anus to her
satisfaction, and continued up his body, washing off each
thigh and then scrubbing the lower part of Chad's tummy. 
Finally, using new wipes she focused on Chad's still
undeveloped genitals. "Oh, you're a bit underdeveloped,
aren't you dear," she said gaily as she began working on his
package.  "Haven't even started puberty yet, I see."  Chad
blushed deeply, the color spreading down toward his chest. 
Did she have to point it out to everyone?  

The nurse began scrubbing his scrotum vigorously.  "Sorry,
there's no way to get into all the wrinkles without getting
a little rough," she said brightly as she scrubbed.  With
his balls pulled in tightly to his body, they bulged just a
bit out either side of his sack, clearly visible to the
closer students.  The scrubbing caused vague feelings of
discomfort that intensified and deepened each time she
passed over each one.  Worse, the stimulation was causing
his small penis to begin growing.  The small head with its
visible pee slit began rising, at first leaning to one side,
then standing straight up as it reached its full, if
unimpressive two inches.  The prominent head bulged over top
of the thin, hard shaft.  Kids were nudging each other and
giggling, calling his growing genital excitement to their
neighbors' attention.  

The nurse took advantage of his excitement to thoroughly
scrub his organ, making circles around the base and then
grasping the shaft while she closed the wipe around the tip
and scrubbed it.  An innocent-faced brown-haired little girl
standing in front asked earnestly, "It got big!  Is it
supposed to get big?"  

"I wouldn't call it big," Mrs. Whitney, her teacher,
replied, eliciting loud laughter from the class.  "But boys'
penises are supposed to get bigger when you rub them.  It
shows that the rubbing feels good.  In fact," she continued,
expanding on her lesson to her charges.  "Boys often rub
their little penises themselves so they can get that
feeling.  All boys do it, usually when they're in bed or in
the bathroom alone."  With this announcement, all the older
boys appeared to find the tops of their desks or the view
out the window fascinating.   A few blushed.  One third
grade boy piped up, "you mean I'm not the only one?"
bringing a roar of laughter from the embarrassed 7th grade
boys, who were looking for anything to release the tension
of the discussion.  

The nurse was finishing with Chad.  "I'd better stop before
he starts having too good a time," she laughed.  "He's clean
enough now that you can get back to work." She unsnapped the
Velcro straps and released Chad, helping him sit up on the
cart and climb down.  His small, frustrated penis bobbed in
front of him.  

"I suppose you want me to leave you with supply of diapers
and the cart?" the nurse asked, as the teacher nodded.  

"Three days worth.  You know the drill,"  Chad's teacher
replied.

"Indeed I do," the nurse laughed.  "It seems like these
little guys are losing control more often all the tim,"  she
said.  "I'll leave a few extras – he looks like a big
wetter."  The class roared with laughter as she flipped up
the steps and rolled the cart to one side, then slipped out
the door.