Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 41
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 41:  Three Blind Eyes

Chad made his way from the boys' bathroom to his classroom,
studiously ignoring the occasional voice calling, "Hey
Microdick," or "Look, it's the pants pooper!"  His stupid
little brother had made him put a plastic bag with an ice
cube in it in the front of his pants and wear it there all
the way to school.  It made a ridiculous angular bulge, of
course, which prompted all the kids who joined them on the
way to immediately notice, and allowed Tommy to explain to
everyone that Chad had been paddled for failing to lift up
the toilet seat when he'd peed and had been paddled not just
on his bare butt but once on his penis to teach him a
lesson, and that the ice was there to keep it from being
permanently damaged.  Chad just plodded stoically onward,
The square bump jutting out of his pants wobbling back and
forth with his stride.  His genitals again so cold they hurt
and very uncomfortable with the cold ice pressing against
his penis tip. Finally, though, when Chad was losing feeling
in genitals entirely, they reached the school grounds. Only
then did Tommy allow him to remove the bag and throw it in
the trash, and they parted for their respective buildings.  

Immediately Chad veered off to the boys' room to pee before
going into class.  He wanted to start the day with his
bladder as empty as possible and avoid any unnecessary
diaper changes.  Fortunately for him, there were no other
boys in the bathroom when he entered, but when he pulled
down his zipper he found that he was unable to get any kind
of the head of his penis to pull it of his fly even a little
bit.  Hesitant to try to pee with a thing he couldn't hold
on to and risk wetting his pants and probably causing major
classroom humiliation, he finally ducked into one of the
stalls and lowered his pants and sat down like a girl to
pee, leaning forward so that he didn't shoot over the top of
the toilet bowl edge.  He hurried, because the stalls in his
school had no doors – on reason boys seldom used them at
school unless in extreme desperation, and thus any boy
coming in would see him sitting and probably make him a
target for derision.  He was able to make the pee dribble
out of him, but he could still barely see his penis when he
looked down – darn Tommy and his darn ice and his insisting
they always obey orders!

He stood up and rubbed the front of his crotch vigorously,
trying to at least make his penis come back to life even if
his balls stayed hidden, but his whole groin was so cold and
numb that nothing much happened.  Great – he was about to go
on display naked in front of the class again, and he was in
"hung like a hamster" mode.  Sighing, he pulled up his pants
and left the stall, hoping the walk to the classroom would
at least bring some life to his boy parts.  He raced down
the hall and breezed into the classroom, dropped his
backpack at his desk, and headed to the front of the room. 
Disappearing genitals or not, it was his last diaper day! 
Only one more day of humiliating changes in front of class,
and he'd be back in pants, sitting at his desk like a normal
boy, watching the other boys get their butts beaten for a
change!  

A glance at the blackboard revealed a note addressed to him,
Alan, and Jimmy cautioning them to get undressed except for
their shirts and jewelry and to be standing in the front of
the room with their hands behind their heads when the bell
rang, as Chad had been forced to do now for 3 days.  Alan
was already at the tape line, slipping his socks and shoes
off and dropping them into one of the three boxes by his
feet.  Chad took the second box and slipped off his own
shoes and socks, dropping them in carelessly.  He sat it
down and reached for his pants buckle.  Alan was slowly
slipping his pants off, looking quite depressed.  

"Cheer up, Alan," Chad said quietly, noting the empty desk
in front of them.  "Emily the Bitch isn't here yet.  Maybe
she got run over by a train or something."

This comment got a flash of a smile from Alan as he stepped
out of his pants.  "Bad break for the train," he muttered. 
He turned to Chad, ignoring the group of girls on the left
side who were chanting, "Take it off, take it all off" over
and over again at the disrobing boys.  "My mom spanked me
again this morning before she brought me to school," he
said.  "She used her hand, but she did it a long time, and
bare butt, too!  She said she got the idea from your mom,
and that as long as I'm in diapers I get a morning and a
night spanking.  Man, I gotta wear 'em for 6 days, so that's
6 days of spankin's!  And I've gotta take my boxers off in a
minute, and everyone will see I got spanked, 'cause I'm
still red!"

"Been there," Chad replied, smiling at the chanting girls in
hope they'd get tired of tormenting him and Alan and stop
when they didn't react.  It didn't seem to be working, the
girls just started chanting louder.  "Remember, I had to
stand here the last 2 days and show everyone where my
brother and sister spanked me.  Besides, my Mom paddled me
with that Blister Maker thingy for not lifting the toilet
seat again this morning!  She even hit my wiener!"  Chad
thought about the disappearing act his genitals had pulled
on him.  He still felt numb down there, but he couldn't
stall any more.  According to the classroom clock they only
had about 30 seconds left to be standing with pants and
underpants off and hands behind their heads.  A thought
suddenly struck Chad – where was Jimmy Chen?  He was
supposed to be up here, too, baring his pubescent genitals
with the two of them.  Chad felt a twinge of concern –
despite their ups and downs, Jimmy was still his best
friend.  Well, there wasn't anything he could do about it. 
"Better get your undies off," he cautioned Alan, indicating
Alan's voluminous boxers while reaching for his own briefs. 
"It's almost bell time."

Chad and Alan both pulled down their underpants
simultaneously and bent down to pick them off the floor,
dropping their last genital coverings in their respective
boxes.  They straightened up and put their hands behind
their heads as the bell rang.  Catcalls and wolf-whistles
echoed through the room as the other children feasted their
eyes on the boys' contrasting bodies, Alan's longer, penis
curving outward over his decent sized sack, Chad's little
boy penis almost nonexistent due to the ice he'd worn to
school.  "Hope you went to the can before class, Whizzer,"
Big Sam called.  "We all know that thing has a hair
trigger!"

Meanwhile, Ramona, normally quiet on the far right, was
studying Chad's bared equipment critically.  "I'd swear it
was bigger yesterday," she said out loud, puzzled.  

"What was bigger yesterday?" the girl between her desk and
Emily's asked.

"Chad's little doohickey," Ramona replied.  "It was small
the last two days, but I'd swear today it's even smaller! 
And I was sure you could see his balls yesterday, but today
they're gone."

Chad flushed.  He didn't know if he should try to explain
and defend himself now, with Mrs. Rose due any second – he
and Alan were supposed to be silent once the bell rang.  It
probably wasn't worth the risk, he decided, especially since
he'd then have to explain why he'd had to keep ice on
himself all the way to school, which would then lead to the
embarrassing reminder that he had to obey his little brother
and be punished by him all week.  He elected instead to
stand there, blushing, as the girls continued to puzzle over
his disappearing equipment.

To Chad's extreme disappointment, while he was distracted
Emily materialized from wherever she had been, sliding
smoothly into her seat like an approaching viper, and just
as welcome.   She focused her beady eyes on first one boy's
genital region and then the other's like she was deciding
which one to sink her fangs into.  "I thought I smelled boy
butt," she said brightly.  "But then I thought it might be a
dead possum instead – it's hard to tell them apart."  Hot
anger rose in Chad – thanks to his brother he was almost
spotlessly clean, probably the cleanest boy in 7th grade! 
Heck, you could eat off of his butt – Alan had!  And his new
friend Alan was meticulous about hygiene, too, and had
probably been washed by his mother that very morning before
she spanked him.  He almost snapped back at Emily in
response, but realized just in time that she was baiting
them, hoping to make them do something that would give her
an excuse to spank one of them.  She was, after all, the
next DA in line when one of the 5 physically immature boys
in class who'd been assigned to DAs needed punishment.  

"That was probably your own breath you were smelling," Jimmy
Chen said to Emily as he shot past her to the front of the
class, kicking off shoes and socks and tugging at his pants
in a flurry of motion.  Several kids laughed at Jimmy's
quip, including the girls around Emily.  She flushed and
glared at Jimmy.

"Hurry up," Chad urged in a whisper.  "You don't want Mrs.
Rose to catch you with your pants on!"

Jimmy was bent slightly forward, tugging with both hands.
"My stupid pants button's stuck," he wailed.  At the far end
of the classroom, the door started opening.  Over the
laughter and other remarks that had followed Jimmy's retort
to Emily, they could hear Mrs. Rose finishing her
conversation with another teacher.  Chad grabbed the back of
Jimmy's pants, tugging as hard as he could, hoping to just
pull them off him while still buttoned, but the boy's plump
little butt was too much wider than his waist for that
stratagem to work.  In desperation, Jimmy pulled at the
button with all his might, resulting in it flying free and
landing in the aisle several students back.  He grabbed the
waistband of both his pants and underpants at the same time,
whipping them down to his ankles and trying to tug them off
his feet, but in his haste he balled them up at his ankles,
and there they stuck.  He tilted his head up frantically
from his bent over position where he was desparately trying
to pull the balled pants an underpants off his ankles, only
to see Mrs. Rose closing the classroom door and about to
turn to face him.  Jimmy tried with a hardy yank to free
both his legs at once.  This ill-advised move caused him to
lose his balance, crash against Emily's desk, and land hard
on his bottom, both knees pulled up to his chest and his
pants-trapped legs hovering above his exposed butt, his shy
little butt hole just barely peeking out underneath.  The
class was roaring with laughter at his antics.  He looked up
just in time to see Mrs. Rose glaring down at him, looking
like the incarnation of doom.

Jimmy knew he was probably in big trouble, but his impulse
control was never one of his strong points (one reason he'd
always been the most frequently spanked boy in his class
year in and year out).  He pointed to his trapped feet.  "A
little help here, please!" he said pleasantly.  He tried his
puppy dog look, a ploy that sometimes worked on his mother. 
Chad and Alan looked down at him.  He certainly looked
pitiful.  

Mrs. Rose looked down at him, too, making a noise that
sounded remarkably like "Hrrrrrmph."  She stepped over to
her desk, dropped her books on it, and returned to Jimmy's
side.  "I've grown to expect this sort of thing from you,
Mr. Chen," she commented.  "You apparently are under the
impression that my punishments in this classroom are a
joking matter.  Let me disabuse you of that notion."  She
lifted both of his legs with a powerful grip of her large
hand, hoisting the boy until he was hanging, head down, with
his bare butt facing the classroom and his shift hanging
down, bunched against his arms.  Wrapping her left arm
around his calves, she gripped him tightly, his arms
swinging below his head.  She then used her big right hand
to spank Jimmy very hard 10 times on his bare bottom,
eliciting startled yelps and then anquished crying from the
small boy.  His plump buns squeezed convulsively, and tears
trickled down from the corners of his eyes and into his
hair.  Chad and Alan, the only kids in class viewing the
proceedings from Jimmy's front side, were treated to the
sight of his anquished face grimacing with each spank, and
his fat little penis waggling comically as it hung upside-
down, exposing the gnarled and twisted skin of its
underside.  He does have an ugly wiener, Chad thought to
himself as he watched.  Cynthia had a point – it might be
bigger than his, but hiss was smoother, more symmetrical,
and neater.


Jimmy's previously white butt was blotched unevenly in red
when Mrs. Rose stopped walloping him, a clear hand print
visible low on the left side, where one of her blows had
landed somewhat more on his back than she'd intended.  She
sat him on the floor on his sore bottom and yanked his pants
and underpants off his legs.  "Not so funny now, is it Mr.
Chen?" she commented loudly enough to be heard over his
crying.  She dropped his clothing in his box and turned to
hoist him up, making him to face the class and stand by the
other boys, jiggling up and down and holding his now
smarting bottom.  His little sausage waggled as bobbed up
and down, doing a little-boy-got-spanked dance. She released
him, ordering, "Stand up straight, young man, and get those
hands behind your head!"

Jimmy slowly let go of his bruised butt cheeks and put his
hands in position, still bobbing and trying with reasonable
success to control his crying.  Chad was favorably impressed
with his friend's toughness – he'd have still been wailing
his lungs out at this point.  Mrs. Rose turned toward her
desk, leaving the three naked boys standing there while she
took roll and tidied up.  Then she arose and approached the
group of boys from their right side, walking clear around
them and back to her stating point as she eyed them from all
sides.  Chad quailed under her gaze, and the other two boys
looked just as uncomfortable.  The silent class  eyed them
from the front just as critically.

"Let's see what we're dealing with this morning," she said
over the occasional loud sniffles from Jimmy.  

"Looks like the three bare Musketeers," Cynthia suggested.

"More like three little pigs, I'd say," Emily commented
nastily from the front row.

"Naw," Cynthia disagreed.  "Chad and Alan aren't fat enough
to be pigs."  Jimmy looked at her with outrage in his eyes
at the implication, but kept silent for a change.  "I'd say
they're the three blind mice!  See, they've each got one eye
that can't see," she explained to the kids around her,
indicated the pee slits of the Alan and Jimmy's dangling
penises, and of Chad's still mostly hidden organ.

Mrs. Rose smiled at Cynthia indulgently.  "That's very
creative, Cynthia," she said.  "It would be nice, though, to
see more of that creativity in your written work rather than
just your classroom outbursts."  She examined the three boys
from the front, standing with their hands behind their heads
in their white school polo shirts and nothing else.  Ramona
couldn't take her eyes off the three sets of boy genitalia. 
Like a kid in a candy shop who couldn't decide what thing he
wanted, her eyes kept darting from crotch to crotch, while
she felt a tingling deep inside her.  She loved these
moments when the boys were stripped and had to show them
everything!

Mrs. Rose moved sideways to examine the boys' bottoms. 
"Stop sniveling, Mr. Chen.  I hardly touched you.  That was
just a hint of your punishment to come.  Besides, you're not
the only boy here with a sore bottom – it looks like the
other two 'blind mice' have recently been chastised as well.
Turn around, all three of you, and show the class your
bottoms."

The three boys turned around slowly.  Chad was happy to get
his near vanished genitals out of sight for the moment –
maybe they'd be bigger by the time he had to get on the
diaper table.  Mrs. Rose picked up her blackboard pointer
and made a circle with it over Alan's bare, welted and still
red butt, causing him to wince at the contact.  She poked it
at a number of his larger welts.  "Mr. Delvecchio appears to
have had a recent painful encounter that has left his bottom
quite red.  Tell us what happened to make your bottom so red
and to produce these new welts, Alan," she ordered.  Alan
hesitated, embarrassed.  Mrs. Rose rapped his butt with the
pointer.  "Tell the class what happened to you, young man,
and don't even think about trying to lie."

Alan gulped.  "I got spanked by my mom last night and then
paddled with this special paddle with holes in it for being
bad in school yesterday," he blurted, carefully avoiding
discussing the more embarrassing humiliations he had
received, including the fact that the paddle wielder had
been Chad himself.  Man, if anyone found out about the
sucking marathon or the butt-licking -- well, it didn't bear
thinking about!  "And then this morning she spanked me hard
with her hand before school for being in diapers," he added.

"Sounds like no more than you deserved, Mr. Delvecchio,"
Mrs. Rose said approvingly.  She frowned, noticing a hint of
redness deep in the boy's butt crack.  "I have a feeling
there's something you're not sharing with us."  Alan grew
noticeably pale – did she know about his humiliations?  Mrs.
Rose rapped his bottom with the pointer again.  "Bend over,
young man, and grasp your ankles," she commanded.  Alan
dutifully assumed the position, his spread butt revealing
his puffy, swollen anus and the redness around it.  "Is
there something you'd like to share with us concerning your
redness in this area, Mr. Delvecchio," Mrs. Rose said
archly, poking the boy's tender butt hole with her pointer.

Alan gulped.  "I, I had to put a candle in my butt hole and
hold it there as long as I could while it burned," he said
from between his legs."

"Tell your classmates what that was like," Mrs. Rose
ordered.

"It burned." Alan said softly.  "It burned my butt hole and
by buns.  The wax, you know," he added. "And then I got
pepper sauce on my butt hole and my dick, and that hurt,
too!"

Mrs. Rose rapped Alan's exposed scrotum with the pointer
just hard enough to be uncomfortable and then pointed it at
his anus.  "The proper word for this part of your body, Mr.
Delvecchio, is 'anus,' and the word for your genital member
is 'penis.'  See that you use those words in the future. 
Now stand up again."

Alan stood and remembered to put his hands behind his head
again.  Mrs. Rose pointed at the prominent welts on the
boy's bottom.  "If I'm not mistaken, you had an encounter
with the Blister Maker.  All of the teachers from 7th grade
on have one in their collection of spanking implements.  My
guess would be that your mother borrowed one from the
principal's office to paddle your naughty bottom at home. 
Am I correct?"  Alan nodded, blushing with embarrassment
over all this talk about his sore butt and his recent
punishments. Mrs. Rose went on.  "Most of your parents
apparently aren't aware of the policy, but there are
actually quite a few different paddles available for them to
borrow in the principal's office, boys.  Perhaps I need to
send a memo home announcing the policy so more parents can
take advantage of it."  Around the classroom, boys exchanged
worried glances.  The last thing they wanted was for their
parents to get their hands on the thing that had made Alan's
bottom so painfully welted.

Mrs. Rose moved over and circled her pointer around Chad's
bottom, letting it slide over the neatly patterned welts
he'd just received that morning.  "Mr. Henson," she said,
smiling.  "Would you please tell the class how your bottom
got in the condition it's in? If I'm not mistaken, you've
had a personal encounter with the Blister Maker, too."
 
"I, I, I got spanked last night at Alan's house just like he
did," Chad admitted.  "And I got paddled this morning with
that special paddle, 6 times on my bottom and once on my boy
parts."

"Be specific when you tell a story, Mr. Henson.  That's the
key to successful writing.  Which one of your boy parts and
which section of it got paddled?" Mrs. Rose inquired.

"My- my- my- my –" Chad stammered helplessly.  In his
embarrassment, he couldn't for the life of him remember the
proper name was for that thing between his legs. "My – my –
my wiener,"   he finally ventured.  Mrs. Rose circled her
arm around his waist to steady him, then gave him two quick
but hard pops on the butt with her large hand, bringing him
to the verge of tears.  

"Penis, Mr. Henson," she growled.  "The proper name for that
little thing between your legs is penis!"  She give him a
harder swat right where his legs joined.  Chad yelped. 
"Remember that," she said.  Chad nodded, blinking back
tears.  Mrs. Roses paused a minute, considering whether to
spank him more, and then released him.  "Turn around, Mr.
Henson, and show the class where you were paddled on your
penis," Mrs. Rose ordered.

Even more embarrassed now, Chad slowly turned and faced the
class.  His penis had grown a bit as it had warmed, and was
now about half an inch long.  Hesitantly, he lifted it by
the head and pushed it toward his groin, so the class could
see the faint welt on the underside.  "Right here," he said
in almost a whisper.  "She paddled me right here."  

The class strained forward to see the faint mark on the knot
of skin under his penis.  Most of the boys in class squeezed
their legs tightly together and leaned forward, protecting
their own genitals in sympathy, and Randy actually cupped
both hands over his and gave them a reassuring squeeze
before looking up guiltily, glad that no one appeared to
have noticed what he'd just done.


"Now explain why your genitals are so small right now," Mrs.
Rose ordered.

"After I got paddled, my brother and sister made me sit in
ice water for half an hour, and when I got up I was all
shrunk up.  And then I had to walk to school with ice in the
front of my underpants so I stayed shrunk up."  Chad was
blushing by now with the embarrassment of having to share
his punishments with the class.  Like Alan, he carefully
left the humiliations out of his description of last night's
punishments.

"Excellent, Mr. Henson.  Exactly the kinds of punishments a
willful boy like you deserves.  Now you other two boys turn
and face the class again as well."

Alan and Jimmy obediently turned around and faced the class. 
The class immediately noticed that while his back was
turned, Jimmy Chen had developed a hard on, his fat penis
curving up and sideways in its asymmetrical natural state.  

Mrs. Rose glared at Jimmy's crooked erection.  "Mr. Chen,
what am I going to do with you?" she asked.  Ask for
volunteers to give me a blow job? Jimmy thought to himself
but, for a change, managed to keep from saying.  Mrs. Rose
eyed the boy's small, nude frame for a moment, as his not
terribly long but fat penis continued to curve upward
inexorably until it was pointed, crookedly, at the ceiling,
the twist in it and the excessively gnarled skin clearly
visible even from the back of the classroom.  Finally she
shook her head.  "You think having to strip naked in class
is funny, and you think being spanked is sexually exciting? 
Apparently you need to adjust your attitudes.  We'll have to
deal with you after we take care of diapering these two. 
You obviously need to experience more severe punishment than
you've gotten so far."

Jimmy looked stricken.  More severe punishment?  He'd about
died of pain yesterday, especially when that bitch Lindsay
squeezed his balls! He'd just made a little joke!  Okay, so
it was his fault he was late – he'd got to talking to a
sixth grade girl he was sweet on and then had to race to the
classroom, but still!  And he couldn't control his erections
– lately they just popped up on their own, all the time,
even when he was frightened like now!  

He fidgeted in place as Mrs. Rose picked up the name boxes
and walked to the three, holding the boys' box out to Alan
and Chad.  Each obediently picked a name, Alan picking out
Randy's name, and Chad getting the name of Big Sam, to his
disquiet.  The girls' box followed, with Alan managing to
get Karla this time, and Chad picking the reticent Ramona. 
Mrs. Rose read each name as they were picked, and the
designated children came to the front.  Alan was told to get
on the diaper table first, and Randy and Karla efficiently
strapped him down.  Karla handed Randy the baby wipes, and
Randy worked slowly and hesitantly, trying to touch the
other boy's exposed anus and genitals as little as possible. 
Unfortunately for him, his light, gentle touching managed to
give Alan a raging hard on to match Jimmy's, so that by the
time he got to lotioning the boy's penis it was jumping
disturbingly with each touch.  "I think it likes you," Emily
murmured from the front row.  Randy wrinkled his nose in
disgust, hastening to rub the rest of the lotion off of the
head of Alan's straining penis before it did anything
embarrassing.  Alan's hard on made it difficult for Karla to
get his long, thin penis snugged under the diaper without it
sticking out of the top.  Finally she caught the end
underneath the waistband and snugged the diaper down, making
an embarrassing tent for all to eye as Alan was released and
walked back to sit gingerly in his seat.

Then it was Chad's turn for the diaper table.  Ramona was
flushed looking, Chad noticed, as she picked up the baby
wipes.  She was staring fixedly at his exposed genitals.  He
wondered what had gotten her so worked up.  Before she could
start, Mrs. Rose interrupted her, explaining that she wanted
the boys to do all wiping and lotioning from now on, to
avoid any untoward incidents like the one involving Cynthia
and Chad two days before, and the girls to handle the actual
diapering.  "Lotta good that'll do," Cynthia muttered to the
girls around her.  "I'd say certain boys appear to have
magic hands, too."  The girls burst into raucous laughter,
bringing a warning stare from Mrs. Rose.  Great, thought
Randy as he tried to shrink down in his seat by the door. 
He remembered how quickly Chad's and Alan's new nicknames
had caught on.  He bet that by noon girls would be calling
him Magic Hands!  

Chad had to suffer Big Sam's big, gloved hand roughly
scrubbing down his butt and genitals and then just as
roughly rubbing lotion all over his butt, pressing hard and
not at all worried about hurting the boy's tender welts or
being gentle with his balls.  Chad felt like a helpless 2-
year old strapped onto the table, completely at the mercy of
the bigger boy. "Kinda small, ain't it, even for you," he
commented to Chad as he massaged lotion into Chad's
flattened genital region.

"Mr. Henson has already explained the diminutive state of
his genitals," Mrs. Rose commented.  "Unless you'd like the
class to see first hand the effect ice has on your own
genitals, I suggest you keep your comments to yourself," she
finished archly.  Sam shut up and contented himself with
massaging Chad's flat scrotum and button penis extra hard. 
To his relief, Chad noticed he could feel Sam press on his
testes where they were buried in the fat layer in his
crotch, so they weren't really gone, after all.  Ramona
slipped the diaper under his butt, covered his crotch, and
pulled the diaper up between his legs, her hand trailing
over his genitals as she brought the front up.  She wasn't
looking at him and the contact seemed accidental, yet Chad
could have sworn she felt him up on the way by, pressing too
hard for the contact to have been an accident.  But she
quickly fastened the tapes, having no trouble pulling the
diaper tight on him, easily avoiding Karla's problem with
Alan.  To his relief, Chad was released to his seat.

Now Mrs. Rose turned back to the apprehensive Jimmy Chen,
looking very small standing there in only his school shirt
with his genitals on display, his face terrified but his
genitals paradoxically aroused.  "So, Mr. Chen, what do you
suggest I do about you?  How do I get you to take punishment
in this classroom seriously?  Wasn't it just yesterday that
you had your little bottom spanked long and hard by a
classmate?  If I remember correctly, I believe she also
chastised your genitals a little bit as well."

"A little bit!"  Jimmy retorted.  "It wasn't a little bit! 
She squeezed my balls!  Hard!"   He saw that Mrs. Rose was
glaring at him.  "It hurt," he added lamely.

"Apparently not enough," Mrs. Rose responded.  "I think
we've heard enough from you.  You are to be silent from now
on unless you'd like Lindsay to try to improve on her
genital chastisement techniques using you as a model.  I
want to ask your classmates what we should do with you.  Mr.
Henson – you should be an expert on boys being punished by
now.  What should I do with Mr. Chen?"

Chad almost fell out of his chair in shock.  She was asking
him?  But he was Jimmy's best friend, even despite the
strains of the last few days.  She should know he'd want to
protect Jimmy.  "Ummmmmm," he said, stalling.  "Ummmmmm,
maybe you should make him apologize and promise not to do it
again," he ventured.  When her frown deepened, he added
quickly, "And, and maybe give him a little spanking, too? 
But not too hard?"  He looked at her hopefully.

"Very funny, Mr. Henson.  You should go to comedy clubs and
start a new career," Mrs. Rose replied, dismissing his quite
earnest suggestions out of hand. "Let's be serious."  Chad
shrugged.  Well, he'd tried.  Mrs. Rose looked to her right. 
Her eyes lit on Lindsay.  "Miss Kirk, I know I can count on
you for a sensible suggestion.  What should we do with Mr.
Chen?"

Lindsay put on her best adult manner.  Butter wouldn't melt
in her mouth, Chad thought.  "Well, Mrs. Rose, I believe a
certain amount of serious physical punishment is called for
in this case.  As yesterday's punishment appears not to have
done the job, I'd say a punishment implement is called for
this time, one he'll really feel on his bare bottom."  She
smiled winningly at Mrs. Rose.

"Now that's the kind of sensible answer I like to hear,"
Mrs. Rose said.  "Mr. Henson, you could learn a lot from
watching responsible students like Miss Kirk, and acting
more like them and less like an untrained puppy.  Do any of
you students have other suggestions for Mr. Chen's
chastisement?"

Cynthia raised her hand and was acknowledged.  "I don't
think Jimmy should be paddled," she ventured.  "He was
trying to get undressed like he was supposed to, it's just
that his feet got caught.  And boys can't help it when they
get hard – their dicks are just horny all the time."

"Penis, Cynthia.  The word is penis.  Be careful of your
language, young lady," Mrs. Rose cautioned.  "Your comment
about boys being aroused all the time is certainly well-
taken – we've seen plenty of examples in class lately. 
Still, being aroused when punishment is imminent is a sign
of being insufficiently frightened of the punishment," Mrs.
Rose replied.  "Also, Mr. Chen's flippant and disrespectful
remarks when he was unable to remove his pants on time as
instructed reinforce the conclusion that he simply doesn't
fear punishment sufficiently yet.  I could also point out
that he should have arrived in the classroom with sufficient
time to get undressed to start with.  You have a kind heart
when it comes to the males in this classroom, young lady,
perhaps too kind.  You have to learn that with males of all
ages a firm hand is needed more often than kindness, or they
will take advantage of you."

Emily raised her hand, smirking.  "Yes, Miss Git," Mrs. Rose
said.

"I think Jimmy should be paddled with something particularly
nasty on his bare bottom," Emily said, looking Jimmy in the
eye.  "He needs a paddling because paddlings hurt more than
spankings.  And his paddling should be longer than
yesterday's spanking, too, so he'll take school punishments
more seriously.  After all, I may be wrong, but I believe
Jimmy has been spanked more times in school than anyone else
in our class, so he obviously needs to be spanked longer and
harder than other boys.  Except Chad," she added.

"You certainly make a good argument that a long, hard
paddling is called for here," Mrs. Rose said approvingly.  

"That's not all," Emily added.  "I think that to make his
punishment more embarrassing, Jimmy should have to face
something more embarrassing than just being naked in school
the rest of the day.  I think his bathroom privileges should
also be revoked. I think that if Jimmy has to use the
bathroom, he should have to use the jar in front of the
class just like someone else had to do yesterday.  If he
doesn't like that, he should have to hold it all day," she
finished, looking Jimmy in the eye and smiling evilly.

"What if he has to poop?" the girl next to Emily asked. "We
don't want him pooping in here, do we?"

Emily frowned.  She hadn't considered that.  Making boys pee
in front of her was fun – she'd always insisted on taking
the boys she baby sat for into the bathroom herself, and
making them pee in front of her despite their occasional
protests.  It was even more delicious when boys her age were
forced to do it in front of her.  But poop was another
matter.  She didn't like to see boys' butt holes, let alone
think about boys pooping.  She certainly didn't want to
watch it. Mrs. Rose came to her rescue.

"I think it's highly unlikely that Mr. Chen would need to do
anything but urinate during the school day if we adopted
Emily's suggestion.  The fact that Chad had problems
yesterday was an unusual event caused by sabotage by another
person who shall remain nameless because the incident
doesn't concern you people.  If we were to adopt Miss Git's
suggestion, I don't think this is a problem we'd have to
worry about.  If Jimmy did develop such a need, we could
have him urinate in class first and then send him to the
bathroom for his other elimination needs," Mrs. Rose pointed
out.  

She paused a moment to let this sink into the stricken,
ashen-faced Jimmy, and then went on.  "Those are good
suggestions, yet I think Mr. Chen needs something more added
to his punishment – something new and unusual.  Does anyone
have any other punishment ideas?"

Mrs. Rose looked around the room.  "Ramona, what do you
think?" She asked the dark-haired, shy girl who had just
moments before quietly diapered Chad, apparently excited but
failing to meet his eyes during the whole operation.  Ramona
looked at the floor.  Mrs. Rose pressed on.  "Do you think
that the suggestions that have been made will be sufficient
punishment for Mr. Chen, and if not do you have any other
ideas for Mr. Chen's punishment in addition to the paddling
and cancellation of bathroom privileges that have already
been proposed?"

Ramona avoided Mr. Rose's eyes.  "I don't know," she said
quietly.

"Oh, come now, Ramona," Mrs. Rose chided.  "You must have an
opinion."

"No," Ramona repeated. 

"You don't think the boys in this class need to be stripped
and punished for their wrongdoings?" Mrs. Rose said with a
hint of disbelief in her voice.

Ramona looked up for the first time.  "No, I don't mean
that.  I think they should be stripped, all of them.  Boys
shouldn't be able to hide their things from girls like they
do.  But I don't like it when they get spanked – I feel bad
for them when it hurts."  She looked down at the floor
again.

"You and Cynthia should start a club," Mrs. Rose said a bit
sarcastically.  "The 'Be Kind to Immature, Badly Behaved
Boys Club.'  You could meet every week and lie on the floor
and let boys walk all over you."

Her remarks were interrupted by a discrete knock on the
door.  The door immediately opened and Vice-Principal
Hendricks poked her head in.  "Mrs. Rose," she said.  "The
principal asked me to bring a new discipline acquisition to
the classroom and demonstrate it to the children.  If this
is a bad time, I could come back."  

Mrs. Rose smiled.  "If it's what I think it is, this is the
perfect time.  Bring it on in."

Mrs. Hendricks propped the door open on the doorstop and
then ducked back into the hall, coming in moments later
carrying an object that looked remarkably like a sawhorse,
with four legs projecting from a flat center plank.  The
plank was 8 inches wide along most of its length, but
narrowed at one end to only about 4 inches.  A round, raised
mound was on the narrow end, made of hard plastic.  A vinyl
covered pillow was at the other end.  Each leg had two
Velcro straps attached.  There was one set on each leg of
the pillow end, but two sets of bigger straps on the knobbed
end, one set low on the legs, one set in the center of the
legs.  Each leg also had a conveniently attached handle. 
She sat it down in the front of the room, and looked at the
children, scanning the room and smiling.  She then looked at
Jimmy Chen, standing naked in front except for his school
shirt.  She nodded knowingly.  "Why am I not surprised to
see you in this position, young man?" she said with a
knowing look.    

Mrs. Hendricks turned to Mrs. Rose.  "This just arrived
yesterday, so we wanted to make all of our boys aware of its
existence.  For the deterrent value, you know."

"Actually, it's just what we need," Mrs. Rose replied. 
"We've just been discussing what little extra thing we could
add to Mr. Chen's much needed punishment today to make it
memorable enough to change his abhorrent lack of respect. 
Mr. Chen, listen especially closely to Mrs. Hendricks.  It's
time we introduced you to the horse!"