Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 4
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 4:  Chad's Bare Butt Spanking

Chad stood uncertainly at the front of the class, acutely
aware that he was naked and that every eye in the classroom
was looking at one private place of his or another.  As he
was facing sideways, some of his classmates had an excellent
view of his already well-spanked butt, and the others a
clear view of his hard penis, pointing straight out to the
side and bouncing slightly with his heartbeat.  He wished it
would stop doing that!  Mrs. Whitney was busily setting the
3rd graders on the floor again.  Mrs. Rose was bustling
about in the classroom closet, finally emerging with a new,
even bigger towel.  "I'm ready this time," she quipped to
the class. She sat on the spanking chair and motioned to
Chad.  "Come on, young man.  We still have a good, hard
spanking to finish! 

His heart sinking, Chad realized he'd been so focused on his
total humiliation on the diaper table that he'd forgotten
about his endangered butt for the moment.  Mrs. Rose seated
herself on the chair and nodded at Mrs. Whitney, who
assisted her by grasping Chad firmly under his arms and
lifting him off the ground, placing him across Mrs. Rose's
lap once again in the dreaded spanking position.  The third
grade teacher was the one who nudged his legs apart this
time until she found them acceptably spread, pressed the
backs of his thighs until she was satisfied that his butt
was bent sufficiently, and then nodded at Mrs. Rose that he
was settled.  This time Chad was acutely aware of the feel
of the rough cloth of the towel on his bare stomach and
legs, and especially against the tip of his bare, throbbing
penis.  How could he have a hard on when he was so afraid? 
With mortification, he realized that the giggles behind him
were from the girls seated on the floor on the side of the
classroom, who were once again enjoying the bird's eye view
right between his spread legs at his exposed butt and butt
crack.  Heck, they could probably see his balls, the skin
between his legs, and everything!  He tried to close his
legs, a bit, only to be admonished by the Mrs. Whitney to
open them or suffer further punishment for resistance.  

Mrs. Rose placed a firm hand on Chad's back to steady him,
and placed the other on the base of his bare butt, kneading
the sensitive bruised muscles slowly.  She savored the feel
of the soft skin.   She wished all the boys she spanked had
skin this velvety and soft.  She really enjoyed spanking
boys on their bare butts, but she always liked the ones with
soft, downy skin so much more than the older boys with their
rougher skin and the preliminary little hairs sprouting from
various odd places.  She realized she'd better get on with
it.

"Okay, class.  We shall now resume giving this young
miscreant his well-deserved punishment.  I believe that
since he's had such a long time to lollygag around on his
back," she said, now rubbing Chad's buns in small circles
and getting a hearty laugh from the class when she referred
to his cleanup on the diaper table as lollygagging, "we'll
have to start his spanking again pretty close to the
beginning.  After all," she said, addressing herself to Chad
and looking him straight in the eye as he looked fearfully
at her back over his right shoulder, "your bottom has had
time to cool down, so it will take a while to warm up so
that it really starts to sting properly again.  And of
course, it's essential that I really burn your little
bottom, so that you learn you can't push around younger
children."  She raised her massaging hand off of Chad's
bottom. All of the stroking she had done had sensitized his
bottom, so that he was acutely aware of every sensation from
it now.  He could feel small drafts of air passing over it,
stirred up by the rapid lifting of his teacher's hand.   He
did not know, of course, that Mrs. Rose was quite aware of
the effect that her massaging had on the boys at her mercy,
and thus engaged in it quite deliberately.  

Chad craned his neck further to look fearfully over his
shoulder, catching sight of her big hand just as it suddenly
descended rapidly onto his now totally unprotected butt. 
The sharp crack was like a rifle shot – much louder than a
hand on pants or underpants, or even the noise a paddle
makes on a boy's pants- covered butt.  The loud crack of
Mrs. Rose's hand on his normally protected skin was 
followed in an instant by pain in his butt such as Chad had
never felt before.  The right side of his butt was on fire!
He had thought that being spanked in his underwear hurt, but
this was much, much worse!   Chad let out a long squeal,
which ended with a squawk as the second spank landed on his
other bun.  Now his whole butt was on fire! Chad threw back
his head and squalled. For the third spank, instead of going
back to the right side of his butt, the teacher aimed low
and in the center, landing it right over the boy's anus. 
Chat could feel the burn all the way into his crack.  Both
his legs shot straight out as he squeezed his young bottom
together, trying to force back the pain.  Now he understood
why Jimmy wondered if his poo hole had been struck by the
paddle!

Chad's teacher's implacable hand continued to land first on
the right bun, then the left, then down low in the middle,
each time raising the fire in his flanks to new heights.  He
was grateful in a way that he'd already emptied his bladder
completely, because if he hadn't he'd have lost control and
peed all over the teacher by now.  It was all he could do to
keep from reaching back to cover his tortured butt, but he
knew that to do so might earn him still another spanking
tomorrow. As it was, his arms flailed in front of him,
grasping at the air and contorting with each crack of the
teacher's hand.  At the same time, his legs kicked wildly,
scissoring back and forth convulsively at times, while at
other times he drummed his toes against the hard, cold
floor.  His back arched repeatedly, especially when the
teacher landed a blow on a particularly sore spot.  

Mrs. Rose smiled quietly to herself as she listened to the
din the boy was making as she liberally peppered his small,
compact bottom with spanks.  Chad was gasping and bawling
between squeals, and tears were spattered all over the floor
in front of him and were forming a little puddle.  Snot from
his nose was flowing freely across his upper lip, some of it
to be drawn into his mouth with each gasp, the rest dripping
down his face.  She was pretty sure that the entire middle
school could hear the boy's opinion of being spanked bare
over her lap!

Finally, after what seemed like forever to Chad, Mrs. Rose
decided that her point had pretty much been made.  Besides,
she wanted to leave him in a condition to be able to take an
equally hard paddling in a few hours.  She made her last
three blows especially hard, concluding with a final blow to
the center of the base of his bottom.  She looked at the red
butt in front of her with satisfaction – she'd colored it
quite well, she thought.  She loved this job!

It took Chad more than a minute to realize that no more
white-hot flashes of pain were exploding on his bottom.  His
morning spanking must be over!  It wasn't that he stopped
hurting, of course.  He continued to writhe over the
teacher's lap, his bright red butt on fire.  During this
period, the teacher's hand rhythmically massaged his sore
butt, kneading the burning muscles as he had seen teachers
do to boys who had been spanked in the past.  Now he
understood why they continued struggling when the teachers
rubbed of their butts after the spanking!  He had somehow
thought that the teachers were soothing the boys before, but
now he realized that they were emphasizing the lesson of the
spanking by reawakening the deep ache in the muscle
underneath his burning skin.  He wished she'd stop it – it
just made his butt hurt more!  If he could catch his breath
long enough to talk, he'd beg her to please, please stop
rubbing his bottom, but he couldn't even begin to make
himself stop crying.  All he could do to register his
distress was to continue kicking and squealing as she
kneaded his sore, stinging bottom.

"I hope you learned something from that," the teacher said
over his bawling after a few minutes.  She stopped massaging
him and grasped him under his arms,  yanking him roughly to
his feet.  She sat there supporting him under his arms as
she turned him so he faced the class, so they could see his
face and see for themselves the effects a good bare-butt
spanking had on a little boy.  Chad could barely keep his
legs under him.  He swayed from side to side, racked with
sobs and dripping snot and tears down his front.  He gripped
the teacher's hands with his, unable even to reach behind
himself to caress his burning flesh.  His butt was a massive
flame all over.  It hurt so bad that he was aware of nothing
else.  He didn't even care about the spectacle he was making
as he bounced on his wobbly legs.  His face was puffy from
crying, and his small penis had drooped from its previously
hard state, remaining just long enough to bounce around in
circles as he bobbed up and down and swayed in distress.   

Standing, the teacher shifted her grip on Chad, seizing his
arms and slowly spun him around so the entire group of 3rd
and 7th graders could see the full effects of her spanking
on his bottom.  The entire surface of the boy's butt glowed
bright red, with little flecks of dark red here and there. 
The centers of each bun and the low middle of his butt were
speckled with little red blisters, not thickly, but
scattered here and there, attesting to her skill in
spreading the spanking out and controlling her blows.  Chad
continued bawling unabated, while everyone took in the
devastation of his bottom.  The girls looked on in
satisfaction that another boy had been given what boys need
and deserve, whereas all the other boys were merely thankful
that they were not on the receiving end of the teacher's
wrath that day.  Some were also hoping they wouldn't be in
Chad's position any time soon. 

Mrs. Rose turned Chad back around again so that he was
facing the class.  His crying was dropping noticeably now,
degenerating into wails and hiccups rather than full-fledged
squalling.  "This," she announced to the class loudly, "is
what happens to boys in my class who misbehave in my class." 
She felt quite proud of herself – it had been one of her
best bare butt spankings – painful enough to make the child
cry unabashedly, but not so hard that he blistered
excessively.  She'd been very careful about that, as she
planned to give him those blisters later that day, during
his afternoon paddling session.   

Meanwhile, the class was alternating their attention between
his teary face and his small, hairless privates.  As Chad's
crying diminished, his penis diminished in concert.  His
small wiener had practically retreated inside his body,
making it look like just a tiny button with the pee slit
barely visible.  His diminutive scrotum, never all that
prominent to begin with, was pulled up as close to the body
as it would go, looking a bit like a big plum bulging out
between his legs.  "He looks like a girl," one of the 7th
grade girls said to another.  "Look how small it is!"  

"Yes," Mrs. Rose said, picking up on their conversation and
taking the opportunity to pass on some of her expertise to
girls who might, not long from now, be mothers or teachers
with naughty boys of their own to tend to.  "When boys are
frightened they do that.  It's a sign of a good spanking if
you can make their privates disappear."  

"It's like his boy parts are trying to get away," commented
another girl.  "I bet he wishes his butt could shrink like
that, too," 

Even Chad's best friend Jimmy Chen, who had looked over the
urinal at Chad peeing several times and knew about his
friend's small equipment, was surprised at his current
appearance.  "Look how little his gets," muttered little
Jimmy Chen to the boy next to him.  "Mine has never gotten
that little, even when I fell on the pond last winter!  And
about froze my balls off.  He's got the teeniest weenie I've
ever seen, and I've got a 2-year-old little brother."  

Mrs. Rose continued to hold Chad's arms up to give the
children an unimpeded view.  After a couple more minutes,
she decided he needed to start settling down.  She lifted
him up to his tip toes to get his attention, then spoke to
him firmly.   "Stand up and face the class on your own,
young man!  Stop being such a big baby," she commanded, as
Chad continued to cry.  "You didn't receive any attention on
your little fanny than you deserved. Now try to control
yourself – I know you don't look like one physically, but
you're a 7th grader – try to act like one." She released her
support of him and went to put the towel on her desk for
later use.  She returned and picked up the chair, sliding it
over into the corner where it would be ready for Chad when
his humiliating time crying in front of the class was done. 
Returning, she surveyed her work again with satisfaction. 
From the back, Chad well-spanked butt looked extremely sore,
but except for the blisters in the centers and the few
running down his crack, his skin was unbroken.  She would be
able to give him a nice long paddling in the afternoon! 
Walking around him to the side, she was pleased to see his
snotty, tear-streaked face – this boy wasn't faking – she'd
really gotten his attention!  Her gaze traveled to his
exposed privates, still shrunken with fright.  Yes, sir,
nothing like spanking a boy butt naked for creating the
maximum of humiliation in front of his classmates.  No boy
could maintain impressive looking genitals when she worked
on his butt, she thought with pride.  And, she thought with
satisfaction, this little guy was going to receive plenty of
ribbing for the immature state of his genitalia, too, to add
to the punishment.  Overall, it had been a very satisfactory
session. 

Chad's crying had now dropped to little moans punctuated by
occasional whimpers and hiccups.  He had gathered the
courage to explore his sore butt, and was gingerly tracing
his fingers around the edges, unable to bring himself to
touch the burning inverted triangle where the blisters were
most prominent.  He continued bobbing gently, unable to
stand still while his butt stung and throbbed. He was still
blithely unaware of the show he was making bouncing his
immature little penis up and down as he fidgeted and tried
to soothe his bottom.  He could still feel the teacher's
palms striking his bare skin, her fingernails trailing
across each time she raised her hand again. Chad stood
sniffling, holding his sore butt and facing the class,
thinking how unfair it was that everybody in the entire
class had now seen his naked butt and his boy stuff and even
his poo hole, and had gotten to watch as he cried like a
little baby through a long spanking.  And even now they were
all looking at his naked wiener and balls.  Even worse, he'd
peed himself, and now he was going to get the diaper
treatment!  Three whole days of being diapered in front of
class every day!  He tried to think how often he peed at
school.  Even if he tried to hold it as much as possible,
he'd probably wet his diaper at least twice a day!  That
meant two more times a day for everyone to see him naked! 
Oh, and he'd have to get naked also to be dressed in his
diaper, and again to change back into his pants to go home. 
He might as well just walk around naked from now on!  Well,
he decided to himself, at least he could go all day without
pooing himself.  He didn't think he could stand the
embarrassment of having a poopy bottom cleaned up!  

The teacher finally decided he'd comforted his sore butt
long enough.  "Put your hands behind your head," she
ordered. "Stop trying to rub away my hard work!  The point
of spanking you was to make your little bottom hurt for a
good long time!  Stand still and face the class."  She took
a handful of tissues from her desk and scrubbed the snot and
tears off Chad's face, making no effort to be gentle. 
Satisfied with her work there, she continued down his body,
wiping snot off his belly and continuing down to his crotch,
where she roughly swiped the snot off the tip of his penis
and the plum-sized scrotum that bulged out of his crotch
like a glued-on attachement.  She took the tissues to the
wastebasket and returned to her desk.  "Now stand still and
face the class until you've completely stopped crying.  When
you're done crying, you may sit in the punishment chair. The
rest of you may have free conversation until Chad sits
down."

Children eagerly began talking among themselves.  Chad could
tell from the frequent, smiling glances in his way that they
were discussing his anatomy, his deportment during and after
his spanking, and his current position in front of the class
for all to see.  He concentrated on stopping his crying and
swallowing down the lump in his throat.  Finally, after
several more minutes of total humiliation in front of the
class, he managed to completely swallow down the last of
tears.  He raised his right hand, keeping the left behind
his head.  "Yes, Chad," Mrs. Rose said sweetly.  

"May- May- May I sit down now?"  Chad stuttered, having a
hard time controlling his voice.  His butt throbbed, his
face burned in embarrassment, and he felt completely
unsettled inside.

"Are you done crying like a baby from your well-deserved
spanking?" she inquired.  She was pleased to see his blush
increase at her reference to acting like a baby.  Nothing
cut a 7th grade boy to the quick more effectively than
suggesting he was acting like a baby!

"Y-y-yes," Chad stuttered.  "I- I- I- I'm done."

"Then say you're done crying from your well-deserved
spanking, and thank me for spanking you," Mrs. Rose said. 
"And ask me nicely to paddle you again this afternoon, so
you can learn to control yourself in the future."


Chad blanched at the reminder that he had a bigger
punishment coming than the terrible one he'd just received. 
He tried to find his voice, so he could get this over with
and get in the corner where the other kids couldn't stare at
his privates.  "Ummmm, I'm done crying from my – from my
spanking," he managed to force out his constricted throat. 

"And," Mrs Rose prompted.  

"Uhhhh, thank you for spanking me," Chad added.  He just
wanted this day to be over.  Maybe the ground would swallow
him up.

"What else," Mrs. Rose said, sounding impatient now.

"Uh, I forgot," Chad admitted.

"You need to ask me to paddle you again this afternoon, so
you can learn to control yourself in the future," she
chided.  "or do I have to give you a reminder about
obedience, Chad?"  Mrs. Rose asked pointedly.  


"Noooooo!"  Chad said immediately.  He swallowed, having
trouble saying the hated words.  "Ummmm, please give me a p-
p- paddling this afternoon so I can learn to be good," he
blurted out.

"Certainly, Chad," she said sweetly.  "I'll be glad to
paddle your little bare bottom thoroughly this afternoon to
make sure your lesson is learned well."

Chad turned and started toward the corner, but a voice
behind him brought him up short.  "Mrs. Rose, don't you
think Chad should have to apologize to all of us girls for
making us have to look at his disgusting bottom and boy
parts while he got spanked? "  Emily suggested.  "Boys'
butts are disgusting!  And who wants to have to look at
their boy things waving around?  I mean, Chad's are so small
that they're not quite to bad, but still, shouldn't he
apologize for making us look at him, and for having to hear
him bawl all this time?'

Mrs. Rose smiled to herself.  This was a girl who might fit
in nicely on the faculty here in a few years.  "I think
that's an excellent idea, Emily.  Chad, get back over here
and apologize to all the girls for making them have to look
at your privates and listen to you cry."

Chad couldn't believe it.  He knew perfectly well that
Emily, and all the other girls, were thrilled to get to look
at his genitals and his bare butt.  They ought to thank him! 
But he was trapped.  If he didn't say it, he'd probably get
spanked some more.  "Uhhhh," he said, stalling.  "Uhhhh, I'm
sorry you had to look at my bare privates and watch me get
spanked, and I'm sorry you had to listen to me cry," He
blurted out.  

"That wasn't so hard, now was it," Mrs. Rose said.  "I'm
sure your classmates were pleased to see you get the
spanking you deserved, even if that means that have to look
at your naughty bits while you're being punished.  And I'm
sure we're all looking forward to this afternoon.  Now sit
on the punishment chair, and remember to keep you feet on
the first rung."  

Boys who had been spanked had to keep their feet off the
floor and on the first rung of the chair.  This ensured
their weight was always on some part of their freshly
spanked butts, no matter how they shifted around.  As Chad
walked across the room, self conscious of his nudity, she
added, "If you need to go to the potty, raise your hand with
your index finger extended.  Otherwise, you will stay there
until lunch time."  Chad froze for a minute in mid-stride. 
He turned around again.  "Uhhhh, Mrs. Rose, do I get my
pants back before we go to lunch?" he said hopefully.  "I'm
afraid not, Chad.  You're getting paddled this afternoon,
and boys who are in the middle of punishment don't get
dressed until their punishment and corner times are over. 
You'll just have to go to lunch the way you are now."

The way he was now?  The way he was now was humiliatingly
naked!  He was going to have to go expose himself to the
whole school!  He suddenly remembered that he'd seen other
kids in the midst of punishment in the cafeteria in the
past.  They were usually in underpants, but some, mostly
older kids, were naked like him, with their genitals on
display and their freshly spanked butts visible!  And those
kids had to sit in the special place, and eat the special
lunch.   He wished once again the floor would swallow him up
right then.  As he reached the corner and started to sit on
the chair, Mrs. Rose added, "Of course there's no lunch free
time for you, because you're going to be paddled this
afternoon, so you  come right back to the classroom after
lunch, Chad, and wait in the corner until it's time."  For a
moment his hearth lightened.  He wouldn't have to go out to
the common area after lunch in his current state, where the
other kids would undoubtedly tease him mercilessly.  But
then he remembered the other part of her statement.  He was
only spared this indignity because he wasn't done yet – he
still had his paddling to go through!  He was going to go
through this again after lunch, but this time he was gonna
get paddled!