Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 43
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 43: The Last Straw

After another 15 minutes, Mrs. Rose got up from her desk. 
"Papers in, please," she ordered.  "It's almost lunch time. 
Emily, would you please choose three girls to help you carry
Mr. Chen to the punishment platform in the front of the
lunch room."

Jimmy's moans had died down, although he was still sniffling
loudly.  She walked over to the prone boy's head and seized
the projecting part of his underwear, drawing them from his
mouth.  Jimmy took a few deep breaths and licked his lips,
twisting his head to the other side where Chad could see his
puffy, tear-streaked face.  Mrs. Rose, meanwhile, pinned
Jimmy's underwear to the bulletin board, where it hung
limply, sopping wet from his spittle.  Chad scanned it for
skid marks or other suspicious stains, but saw nothing but
wet cloth.  He hoped, for Jimmy's sake, that they'd been as
clean as they looked from his seat.

Emily, meanwhile, had chosen three of her cohorts to carry
the horse, with Jimmy attached, to the lunch room.  The rest
of the class lined up for lunch, as Emily and her crew each
grasped a leg handle.  "One, two three, lift," Emily
ordered, and the 4 girls easily lifted the smallish boy and
the horse and carried him to the door, deliberately bouncing
him roughly with each step.  Jimmy voice rose in complaint. 
"Owwwww!  Owwwww!  That hurts!  Stop bouncing!  That hurts
my balls!  Owwww!"  He continued variations of this chant
all the way to the lunchroom, attracting unwanted attention
the whole way.  Children turned and gawked in amazement as
his bound form and bouncing, striped butt want by, his
scrotum projecting uncomfortably from between his spread
legs.  The lunch room crowd also stared and the room became
dead silent as Jimmy was trotted through the tables and
deposited on the raised platform, Emily and her cohorts
marching as proudly as if they were carrying the enemy totem
back to their gods.  They lowered the horse until it was a
couple of inches off the grown and then let it drop, causing
a howl of protest from Jimmy as the impact squashed his
trapped ball.  The horse was left sitting so that Jimmy's
hindquarters faced the room, his body and head mostly out of
sight in his prone position on the raised platform. 
Children quickly surrounded the horse, examining his damaged
bottom, poking at his anus and the projecting portions of
his mashed privates.  They bombarded him with questions
simultaneously, so that he couldn't possibly have answered
them even if he hadn't begun crying again at the pain in his
butt, his butt hole, and his balls, and the humiliation of
spending lunch butt naked with his bottom bent and spread
and facing several hundred kids, half of them girls.  The
lunch monitor eventually descended on them and shooed most
of them away, decreeing that only 3 people could be around
Jimmy at any one time.

Chad and Alan, yesterday's news even though still in
diapers, were mostly ignored as they made their way through
the lunch line.  Chad realized with surprise as he sat down
with his food that he hadn't peed all morning, and still
didn't absolutely have to go yet.  That was a fortunate
thing, because he didn't know what the procedure would be if
he had to be changed at lunchtime.  The diaper cart was back
in the classroom, as were the extra diapers, and even if
they were here, he certainly didn't want to go through the
humiliating changing procedure in front of all the kids of
all the grades. Well, he still didn't have to go yet.  He
decided he'd wait until after lunch.  Maybe he'd get by with
only one change today.  

Alan hadn't asked to be changed, either, he realized. 
Perhaps the abnormally hot weather of that particular
September day was responsible, or maybe having Jimmy's
punishment as a distraction had helped.  Quite to his
surprise, as he slipped into the middle of an empty table
and his new friend Alan slid in across from him, Ramona came
and sat beside him on the outside edge of the table.  Even
more surprising, Joey came and sat next to Alan, with Joey's
crew making up the rest of the table group.  Joey actually
looked at Chad quite companionably.  "Tough break your amigo
got," he said.  "I'd hate to straddle that thing with my
cajones being squashed like that!"

"Yeah, but you've got real ones, not jelly beans like these
squirts," one of his friends said.

Joey looked at him warningly.  "Hey, didn't I tell you these
guys were okay?  I know what these guys have gone through,
and any boy who's been paddled by the Nose or her little
toadies and didn't fight back has balls.  Besides, we all
were small like that once," Joey added heatedly.

"Yeah, in kindergarten," the 8th grade kid next to him
snickered.  Joey glanced both ways, saw the monitor was
looking the other direction, and rabbit-punched the kid in
the side.  The 8th grader  let out a little gasp and listed
to one side clutching his abdomen, then with grade effort
and obviously in pain, he straightened up again, trying to
look like nothing had happened.  The stiffness in his
posture and the fact he shut up after that attested
otherwise, however.  The other boys decided that making fun
of Chad or Alan wasn't wise and soon shifted the talk to the
baseball season and the likelihood of the Twins making the
playoffs and maybe even beating the Yankees.  Chad's
remembered Ramona was sitting beside him, and turned to look
at her quizzically.  

"How come you sat by us today," Chad asked her, keeping his
voice low so only she could hear. "I mean, you usually sit
with Cynthia and the other girls."  Ramona looked shyly at
her tray.  

"I just felt like it," she said.  She went back to eating
silently.  Chad and Alan glanced at Jimmy every few bites. 
He seemed to have stopped crying but he kept shifting his
butt every few seconds, obviously quite uncomfortable. 
Children in ones and twos approached him in an almost
continuous stream, squatting down to look at his spread butt
at close range, fingering his welts, or sometimes poking at
his butt, his balls, or his butt hole.  A few walked around
to his head and talked with him briefly, the girls generally
mockingly, the boys mostly in sympathetic or inquiring
tones.  Chad noticed Cynthia, on her return from a trip to
replenish the table napkins, squatting by Jimmy's head for a
longish period of time, then rising looking flushed and
ducking her head as she hurried back to her table.  Now what
was that all about?

Meanwhile, Chad chowed down on fish sticks, thankful for his
first real meal at school in several days.  This was so much
better than punishment food!  He wondered if Jimmy would get
to eat after his lunchtime display to the other kids. 
Probably – the school apparently didn't approve of starving
kids, even ones who'd been so bad they'd gotten whipped bare
ass.  Bare ass, Chad repeated in his head.  Bare ass.  The
forbidden phrase sounded so deliciously naughty in his head,
conjuring up pictures of girls lowering their pants to his
eager gaze.  He wondered if he could actually ever make
himself say "bare ass" out loud.  

Ramona kept picking at her food with her head down, looking
at Chad and biting her lip from time to time, glancing at
Jimmy's displayed butt just as often.  Joey and his crew ate
like starved wolverines and soon headed off in a bunch to
tell raucous stories and ogle 8th grade girls.  In a few
more minutes Alan picked up his partially finished tray,
too, commenting, "I still don't have my appetite back yet –
everything hurts!"  He looked at Chad.  "Are you gonna be
done soon?"

"In a minute," Chad said.  "I'm still eating."  

Alan leaned conspiratorily toward Chad.  "Last night made my
dick so raw and sore I can't touch it," he whispered in
Chad's ear.  "Yet I'm so horny I can't stand it!"  He dumped
his tray and moved across to Jimmy's head end, where he
squatted down and they appeared to be talking civilly to
each other, Jimmy obviously complaining, Alan nodding in
sympathy.  

Ramona indicated the two of them with her left hand as she
kept eating slowly.  "How do you boys do that?" she asked.

"Do what?" Chad replied.

"How do you fight with each other one day, and talk the next
like nothing happened?  Alan and Jimmy practically tore each
other's heads off yesterday, and today they're talking like
old friends."  She looked down, like she was embarrassed for
having uttered an entire sentence to him.

"Why wouldn't they?" Chad responded.  "Yesterday was
yesterday, and today is today.  They worked it out."

"But that's just it," Ramona said, looking him in the eyes
for the first time.  "No girl I know would ever do that
after a fight.  When a girl has a fight with another girl,
it goes on for weeks, even months.  She tries to get all her
friends to stop talking to her, she spreads rumors about
her, and she tries to get her into trouble.  But you boys
beat each other up and then go right back to sitting
together like you're old buddies."  She blushed, apparently
embarrassed she'd said so much, and looked at her remaining
half a fish stick intently.

"That's stupid," Chad said judgmentally.  "When you're done
being mad, it's over."

"That doesn't explain it," Ramona said more forcefully,
looking up at Chad again.  "I mean, everyone in school knows
that Joey Turpin made you pull down your pants and punched
you right on your, you know, your little things the other
day."  She paused and looked at her tray.   Chad felt a
twinge of shame again that she said "little things."  Why
did everyone always have to emphasize "little" when they
talked about his genitals?

"That's what put in my essay," she said.

"What?" Chad asked, not following.

"You know, when we had to pick something worse than being
whipped on the bare bottom as a punishment for boys.  I
wrote in my essay that it would be worse than being
switched, to be like, paddled down there."  She looked back
up again.  "That would be bad, wouldn't it?  I don't want to
get detention."

Chad assured her that being paddled on the scrotum would
definitely be bad.

"So he hits you in a really bad place.  Yet he sits with you
today like nothing happened and you talk to him like you're
the best of buds.  And it isn't just him.  Everyone knows
you and Jimmy were on the outs over him thinking you're why
the boys are getting spanked bare, yet you guys are thick as
thieves today, and you're telling the Nose that he shouldn't
be spanked even though you know that she doesn't want to
hear that and she might decide to spank you herself if you
irritate her enough.  But you risk it to go to bat for a kid
who hated you yesterday."

"Jimmy doesn't hate me, he's my best friend," Chad
protested.

"I give up," Ramona said.  "I'll never understand you penis
people."

Chad looked surprised at the audacity of her last remark,
and she blushed and looked down at her tray again.  Chad
tried to think of something to say to explain it to her, but
he didn't know what.  He hadn't thought about it, but what
she said was true, he realized.  The girls did seem to hold
grudges longer than he and his friends did.  Emily had hated
him for years, and he still had no idea why.  He took
another spoonful of corn from his tray.  Ramona suddenly
looked up at him again.  "I'll tell you a secret about me
and maybe some of the other girls if you promise not to tell
anyone else," she said, flushing a bit.  She looked in his
eyes questioningly.

"A secret?" Chad asked lamely.  He heaped his spoon up with
the last of his corn and shoveled it all in his mouth.

"About us.  Well at least about me, and probably Cynthia and
a few of the other girls.  Not Emily, though, and not
Lindsay, and not the rest of that crowd."

She leaned in and looked at Chad shyly.  "We like it when
you have to pull down your pants and show us your boy
stuff," she said.

Chad spewed corn all over his tray and the table.  Kids at
the adjoining table looked up at him in surprise.  "Sorry,"
he said.  "Went down the wrong way."  He smiled like an
idiot and started cleaning up, waiting until they went back
to talking.

He leaned in to Ramona, who was blushing and looking at her
own tray.  

"Really?" he asked.  "You like looking at our boy stuff? 
Like our dicks and our balls?"  Now that was a major
revelation!  He was entirely too aware that some girls,
especially his sister and Emily, enjoyed hurting and
humiliating the boys, but he hadn't thought of the
possibility that some of them might like undressing him not
to humiliate him, be because they found his genitals
pleasant looking or exciting.  On the other hand, Cynthia
had certainly suggested she might be much more interested in
giving boys pleasure than hurting them – perhaps Ramona felt
the same way.

Ramona was avoiding Chad's gaze by staring at Jimmy, or at
least Jimmy's exposed butt, which was all she could see at
this angle.  "We pulled down his pants once before, you
know," she said in a quiet voice.  

Chad looked at her in amazement. "Today?" he asked.

"No," said Ramona quietly.  "Not today.  A long time ago. 
When we were in 3rd grade.  We were playing Cowboys and
Indians in Jessica Kincaid's back yard.  You know Jessica,
she's in 8th grade."

Chad did indeed know Jessica.  Tall, dark, broad, and bossy,
everyone knew Jessica.  She took charge of every play group
and every activity everywhere she went.  He was more than a
little afraid of her.  

Ramona went on as he nodded.  "Anyway, her parents had gone
off somewhere.  Besides Jimmy there were two other boys who
were brothers and a bunch of us girls, and the three boys
were the Indians.  But then the other boys had to go home,
so Jimmy was the only Indian, and we pretended we captured
him.  He let us tie him to a tree as part of the game.  We
talked about scalping him and torturing him, and all the
usual stuff we did when we played, while he begged to be
released to go back to his people.  Then Jessica suddenly
walks over and pulls his pants and underpants down to his
knees, just as calmly as you please, and asks him how he
likes that.  Jimmy tried to get his hands free to pull up
his pants, but we'd tied him pretty good.  He was pretty
embarrassed, but I guess I was too, for looking at him.  It
was really exciting, though.  I mean, I'd only seen the boy
stuff of babies being changed before that, and here was a
real live boy my own age standing there with all his boy
stuff hanging out and bouncing around!  So even though we
were all sort of embarrassed, we all looked at him, kind of
sideways and with our heads down, like we weren't really
looking.  His thingy and his bag weren't as big as they are
now, and he didn't have any hair then, but it was still a
lot more exciting than looking at the babies had been."

She looked at Chad trustingly and went on.  "You know what I
mean by exciting – like it was a forbidden thing we were
seeing, and he didn't want us to see it but he couldn't do
anything about it.  He was yelling at us all this time,
telling us he was going to tell our moms for pulling his
pants down, but we just kept looking at him and pretending
we weren't all that interested in looking at him, and being
embarrassed because we were looking at him but not able to
stop.  He didn't get hard or anything, but it was still
weird looking at a naked boy's stuff.  Anyway, finally
Jessica walks over to him and says to him that he won't dare
tell, or we'd all tell everyone that he took his pants off
on his own and made us look at him, and since he was a boy
and we were girls and everyone knew what boys were like,
they wouldn't believe him.  And she said we'd tell everyone
what his boy stuff looked like if he told.  Then she untied
him and he tried to run away, except that he tripped when he
tried to pull up his pants and underpants as he ran and he
fell down, winding up on his back right at my feet.  His boy
parts were all dusty and I kind of reached out without
thinking and tried to dust them off, and then he got madder
and pushed me away and ran off trying to pull up his pants
as he went.  I still remember his dusty little butt sticking
out as he rounded the corner of the house and disappeared,
and his little thing flopping as he ran.  I thought sure
he'd tell, but he didn't – he just didn't play with us for
several days, then one day he just drifted back into the
group like nothing had happened, and we all pretended
nothing had happened, too.  But I still remember how he
looked standing there tied to the tree, his funny-looking
boy stuff bulging out from between his legs and bouncing
around as he twisted back and forth trying to get loose. 
It's a memory that comes to me every time one of you guys
has to take off your pants in front of us – I still get a
shiver when your underpants come down, just like I did the
first time.  And you look the most like he did that day, you
know, down there," she added.  "So you're the one that
seeing affects me the most.  But it only works for me if you
don't want to do it but you have to – if you have to take
your pants down and you don't want to, or someone takes them
down when you don't want them to.  I wanted you to know
that's why I like looking at you guys when you go up to be
punished, not because I like watching you get hurt.  I'm not
a bitch boy hater like Emily."  

Ramona leaned back and looked at the floor, as if ashamed of
what she'd just shared with Chad.  She gathered her courage
and looked back up.  "I don't like the diaper table much,"
she went on.  "And I don't like that thing, either," she
said, pointing at the horse.  "I don't like seeing you guys
with your butts spread.  It's a lot better when you're
standing up, so your things just hang down naturally, and I
can see your butts but not inside of them.  Your butts are
nice and smooth and curved but not round like a girl's – you
know, sort of muscular.  They look good when you're standing
up.  But I don't like seeing you bent over – your, you know,
your inside places – they're kind of gross looking.  And I
don't like it when you get spanked so hard you cry.  I don't
like seeing you get hurt, but when you have to take your
pants off…"  She paused, as if considering saying her next
utterance, then went on.  "Sometimes I wonder if you or
Jimmy would ever want to be tied up and play like, you know,
like it was real?  I wouldn't hurt you, I swear.  Or is that
too weird?  I mean— I mean –."  Her voice broke, and she
looked away, suddenly rising from the table and hurrying
off, leaving her statement unfinished.  She retreated across
the room quickly, and ducked out of Chad's sight down the
hall.

Chad was amazed.  He and Jimmy had been best friends for
years, but he'd never told Chad that Jessica Kincaid had
pulled down his pants and let a bunch of girls look at him. 
Thinking on it, he realized that Jimmy must have been
intensely embarrassed about that day – so much so that he
couldn't even talk about it to his best friend or tell on
the girl who'd done it.  He wondered what Jimmy would say if
he knew that Ramona had been picturing that day for years,
each time feeling a thrill of forbidden pleasure
contemplating him tied up, naked and helpless. 

He thought about Ramona's admission that she found watching
them being undressed exciting. He wondered how he felt about
that.  He was surprised to find, on reflection, that he
found the idea intriguing.  It might be okay to undress for
just one girl, especially if she wasn't actually going to
hurt him.  

Of course, it was humiliating that he was the one whose tiny
genitals reminded her of most that day when Jimmy's 8-year-
old genitals had been bared.  He hadn't really needed
another reminder of how little his equipment was.  Yet it
was downright exciting to think that he was arousing a
pretty girl like Ramona every time he was forced to undress
in class.  Maybe he ought to go after her and tell her that
her idea wasn't weird at all!  But she'd been so embarrassed
when she left that she'd probably gone straight to the
girls' restroom, so there probably wasn't any point in
looking for her right now.  

Besides, her remarks had raised unsettling feelings deep in
his own groin.  For a moment he pictured himself standing
with his arms tied overhead to a pipe in Ramona's basement,
as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and then, very
slowly, pulled them down to reveal his erect genitals to her
beautiful brown eyes. Then she'd lean forward and take his
erection in her mouth… 

The awareness of his raging erection uncomfortably tenting
his tight diaper snapped him back to reality.  He'd have to
sit here another minute and think about other stuff so it
would go down. He looked at Jimmy's exposed butt.  Now there
was a sight to shrivel a boy's privates!  Jimmy's welts had
diminished somewhat in size and redness, but it was obvious
his friend's butt was still hurting him in a major way, and
the squashed look of his balls pressing on the raised
plastic lump between his spread legs was quite disturbing. 
He tried to picture himself on the horse, his own baby balls
grinding into the hump as his butt throbbed with pain.  And
Jimmy had to sit in that hard spanking chair the rest of the
day!  What would it be like sitting on a butt lined with
whipping welts?

Chad decided that this line of thought wasn't helping,
either – his erect penis throbbed with his heartbeat,
refusing to go down. 
Flipped up against his stomach, though, and small as it was,
he concluded it really wasn't all that visible.  Chad picked
up his and Ramona's trays and dumped them, then walked over
end of the horse nearest the wall where he could see Jimmy's
face and talk to him.

Chad could see that Jimmy's extreme discomfort in his red,
scrunched up face, and the fact he was obviously just on the
borderline of crying again.  He squatted on his haunches so
they were almost at eye level and commented, quietly, "Hang
in there – I know it hurts, but it'll be over soon.  Mrs.
Rose said you could get off the horse after lunch."  

Jimmy swallowed several times, blinking back tears.  "My ass
burns everywhere!  I can feel every little line that stupid
switch made," he finally said hoarsely.  "Twenty-four from
each side and 3 up the middle, right?  I felt every one of
them.  I can still feel every one of them individually.  And
this horse thing really hurts!  It mashes your balls flat so
they ache all the time, and no matter which way you try to
lie, you're still right on top of your dick!"  Chad nodded
sympathetically, mindful of his diaper climbing into his
butt crack in this position.  Even after three days, he
still felt ridiculous squatting down while wearing a diaper. 
It exposed half his butt cheeks, and he had to dig the
diaper out of his crack every time he stood up again.  

Jimmy was continuing his protests.  "The way they've got my
legs tied down makes my ass open up so everyone can look at
my asshole!  That's all they see!  And all of them think
they have to comment on it! Ooooooh, Jimmy, your butt hole
looks disgusting.  Ooooooh, Jimmy, your ass stinks! 
Ooooooh, Jimmy, you've got shit in your crack!" Jimmy said
in his high-pitched, nasal imitation of females that Chad
had always found hilarious.  He giggled.  Jimmy continued
his rant. "About a zillion kids have told me stuff like
that, like it's my fault I'm bent over like this!  I don't
have anything on me, do I?" Jimmy asked plaintively.  "You
can't smell anything, either, can you?  I took a shower this
morning, and I always use soap back there!"  

Chad rose and leaned over to inspect Jimmy's widely spread
hindquarters.  Actually, Jimmy's butt hole didn't look any
worse than any other boy's, he thought.  They all looked
about the same, except for their colors.  As he looked, his
friend shifted positions on the horse, causing his butt hole
to shrink and tighten before relaxing again, like an eye
blinking.  "You're not dirty," he reported back to Jimmy. 
"But it would help if you could hold still.  Your poo h– I
mean your butt hole kind of winks at people when you move."

"Like you're the first person to tell me that," Jimmy
retorted.  "Those girls who were here a minute ago said it
looked like it was hungry and tried to stick a carrot stick
in it.  They got it at least half an inch into me before the
monitor stopped them!"

"I saw," Chad said.  "I also saw Cynthia talking to you."

"Yeah," Jimmy said.  "She's nice.  She said you and me
should come to her house sometime soon and she'd try to make
us feel better."

"Really?" Chad said in wonder.

"Honest to God," Jimmy said.  His face fell.  "But I'll be
grounded for life when Mom finds out I shot off my mouth and
got whipped in class.  So I guess it's no good, anyway."

"This may cheer you up," Chad ventured.  "Ramona says she
gets turned on every time you or me gets undressed and has
to show her our stuff.  She says she saw you get you pantsed
back in 3rd grade when you were playing Indian and she's had
a thing for stripping boys ever since."

"She was there?" Jimmy said, a bit of his old fire
returning.  "I haven't thought about that in a long time.  I
don't even remember who pulled my pants down, now – I just
remember that everyone was looking at me, and it seemed
forever until they let me go.  I never told on anyone – not
even my mom.  I would have died of embarrassment."

"You didn't tell me, either," Chad said, sounding a bit
hurt.

"I couldn't – I mean, they all were looking at my dick! 
Don't you remember, we couldn't even say the word 'dick'
back then!  We called 'em our 'things!'  No way I would have
told you that some girls pulled my pants down and looked at
my thing! I stayed home for awhile, but eventually I went
back to playing outside and they acted like nothing had
happened."

"She says you were real little and hairless back then," Chad
said, enjoying a bit of fun with Jimmy.  "She said it was so
small she could hardly see it."  

"You should talk," Jimmy said.  

"Really," Chad said, ignoring the dig.  "She said it looked
like a little worm.  But she hinted she'd like to play
Indian again with you or me one of these days, but without
the other girls!"

Jimmy shifted positions with his hips and grimaced.  "Owww. 
I'm gonna be so sore by the time they let me off of this
thing that I wouldn't be able to do anything even if she
invited me to jump on top of her and do the old horizontal
hula," he added ruefully.

Chad found himself picturing a naked Jimmy lying on top of
and equally naked Ramona, moving his hips from side to side
in a hula motion.  In his mind, Ramona had Chandra's body,
only with browner skin.  The thought reminded him of his
dream of vaginas with teeth, and he stood up again, pulling
his diaper out of his butt crack and trying to adjust it so
his hard on didn't show.  At that point he noticed the lunch
monitor directing the 4 girls who'd brought Jimmy to the
lunchroom toward the front, obviously getting ready to make
him ride the horse back to the classroom. "Uh, oh," he said
to Jimmy.  "Miss Cowgirl and her crew are coming to get you! 
I suppose you're going back to the classroom to wait until
lunch is over."    

Jimmy looked pained but resigned.  "I supposed they'll smash
my balls all the way back, just like they did coming here."  

"Out of the way, Microdick," Emily ordered as the 4 girls
approached.  "Ready for a nice horsie ride, Piggy?" she
taunted. Jimmy bit his lip and turned his head away from
her.  "One, two, three, up!" Emily said, as the 4 girls
lifted the horse abruptly and began trotting back to the
classroom, Jimmy's butt jouncing up and down as they went,
slamming his tender genitals against the raised section. 
Jimmy's yelps with each bounce could be heard even as they
disappeared down the corridor.  

Chad turned to walk away, only to find several 6th grade
boys and girls suddenly blocking his way.  He looked for his
brother Tommy in the group, but he was nowhere to be seen. 
A boy about his own size addressed Chad.  "Sarah here is the
cousin of a friend of some girl named Chandra Walker," he
began.  "And she says that Chandra says that you were forced
to suck some guy's dick for 10 minutes last night and he had
to suck yours, and that she got to watch the whole thing.  I
say no boy would ever sink that low, even to avoid getting
paddled.  We've got 5 bucks riding on it, and your stupid
brother won't tell us who's right and who's wrong!"

Thank you, Tommy, Chad thought silently.  His opinion of his
brother climbed another notch.  He tried to walk around the
boy, but he was stopped by the slightly taller, brown-haired
girl next to the boy, who moved to intercept him.  "So we're
asking you," she stated.  "Out with it.  Did you suck a
guy's dick in front of Chandra, or is my stupid cousin just
feeding me a line of crap?  And don't try to lie to us –
we'll be able to tell if you're lying," she added, looking
him in the face.

"Get away from me," Chad said, trying to push past them on
the other side.  The boy moved to block him.  "Come on, you
can tell us," the girl continued.  

Chad flushed as a mental picture rose in his mind of him
sucking on Alan like a madman as Alan sucked him just as
fervently.  What was Chandra doing shooting off her mouth! 
He'd seen her butt naked, for heaven's sake, and with her
fingers diddling her girl parts right in front of them! 
He'd seen her on her back with her legs spread wide open and
her pee slit and the hole where you stick your wiener
gaping!  How could a girl who'd done that dare talk about
the things he'd done?  He flushed with anger at her betrayal
of them.

The girl blocking his way suddenly twisted her face into a
triumphant grin.  "Look, everybody!  He's blushing!  He did
it! He sucked some guy's dork, just like my cousin said!  I
knew it!"  She turned triumphantly to the boy next to her. 
"Pay up!" she ordered.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Chad said, his
voice breaking.  "Now get out of my way!"  He tried to push
past them again.  The boy grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Come on, look right at her and tell her you didn't do it!"
he said loudly in Chad's ear. "Tell her!"  Chad looked
around wildly, escape the only thing on his mind. "Oh, man,
you can't tell her, can you!  You did it!  You cock-sucking
little puss!  I didn't think any boy would stoop that low,
even a pussy like you.  I'm out 5 bucks, and it's your
fault.  Man, oh man, what kind of wuss are you!" the boy
moaned.

Chad could only think about his desperate need to escape
this terrible trap.  He pushed the boy to one side and
shoved the girl to the other, and tried to ram his way
forward out of the group.  He collided with another sixth-
grade girl, this one with her back turned to him, conversing
with a girl facing her.  His desperate lurch caught her in
the small of the back, knocking her down against the edge of
the table, her face making an audible "Whap" as it struck. 
She collapsed on the ground, blood immediately welling from
her nose, her split lip, and the inside of her mouth.  Both
hands reached for her mouth.  "MY TOOOF!  MY TOOOOF!  HE
KNOCKED OU MY TOOOOF! she moaned through her hands. 
Teachers materialized from every direction, leaning over the
girl and examining her.  Chad froze with horror, trying to
figure out what he should do.  Apologize, that's what Tommy
had said.  Apologize and try to help.  

He started forward, intending to get on his knees in front
of her and say how sorry he was.  But just then his forward
motion was arrested as strong hands grasped him from behind
and hoisted him by a powerful grip on his shirt collar and
an equally powerful grip that grasped most of the back of
his diaper and twisted it into a ball, making the leg holes
distend until the side seams were squeezing his scrotum
uncomfortably from both sides. The hands lifted Chad into
the air a couple of feet, then shook him until his teeth
rattled, the diaper edges digging into either side of his
groin.  "That was the last straw for you, you disobedient,
obnoxious brat!" Mrs. Rose said loudly from behind his ear,
each word like the tolling of a bell spelling doom.  "The
little punishments you've gotten before will be just a fond
memory after this.  By the time the school's through with
you you'll be envying Mr. Chen's experience today.  I'm
taking you to Mrs. Hendricks' office, and I'm going to
personally make sure that you're the first student in Miriam
Webster history to have to run the gauntlet!"