Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 5
by Chadlad

copyright 2006 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 5: Lunchtime for Chad

After his spanking, time passed slowly for Chad.  The 3rd
graders filed out, and the rest of the class went on to
reading and math.  Chad shifted about almost continuously,
trying to find a position that didn't hurt quite so badly,
but every sitting position he tried caused some part of his
butt to ache.  At least he didn't have to pee, so he was
saved the embarrassment of having to walk past his
classmates with his little penis swinging back and forth as
he was led to down the halls for anyone to look at on his
way to the bathroom!  But that made him think about the
upcoming lunch time.  He'd seen boys from the 7th and 8th
grade who'd gotten underpants or bare-butt spanked at lunch
time in the past.  They had to stand in line with their
classmates with everyone looking at them while they got
their special punishment meals of bread and warm water, and
then they had to sit at a special table up front while they
ate, so no one could slip them any other food.  He tried to
remember what he could about the table.  He remembered that
the table part was to one side of the chair, so that the
boy's underpants clad or naked body was on full display
during lunch.  He remembered that the boys who'd been
spanked in underpants or naked had to sit with their legs
apart, because he remembered an 8th grader who kept closing
his legs, and how the teacher had eventually strapped them
to the chair legs so he had to keep them open, at the same
time promising that the boy would receive an addition
spanking the following day for disobedience.  At the time,
he'd been fascinated by the child's large genitals,
especially when he'd gotten a boner toward the end of lunch
and thus had to walk back to the classroom with this large
appendage bobbing in the air in front of him.  Girls and
even some boys had reached out to stroke or pull his boy
parts, and he had been able to do nothing except keep
walking onward until he reached the class and the teacher
had shooed everyone else out. Chad also remembered how each
of the times that he'd seen one of these punished boys at
lunch, that the other kids would pinch or slap their butts
while they were in line whenever the teacher wasn't
watching, which seemed to be often.  Because the boys were
required to have their hands behind their heads while in
line until time to take their lunches, they'd been totally
unable to either cover up or protect themselves. He'd even
once seen an older boy once being led along by a female
classmate by a firm grip on his boy parts – and she didn't
just have his wiener, she had her fingers circled around the
sack, too!  Shivering, he remembered the misery on the boy's
face as she tugged at him, and the boy's bright red
blistered butt shining like a beacon, attracting slaps from
the older kids.  He'd asked an older kid why that particular
boy was being led by his privates, only to be told that he'd
been in a fight.  Chad grew cold at the memory – he'd been
in a fight, too!  Would one of his classmates be assigned to
lead him?  He was about to be one of those kids he'd stared
at and laughed at and made fun of!

Another thought struck him.  As he remembered all of the
boys he'd seen in the punishment chair in the cafeteria in
underpants or naked, he couldn't remember a single one who
was small and hairless like him.  All of those boys had
penises at least twice the size of his, and some looked huge
compared to his meager equipment.  And the naked ones all
had big balls, too, and most had at least some hair.  He was
bald as a little boy!

All too soon, Mrs. Rose announced it was time to put things
away and line up for lunch.  Commotion in the classroom
commenced as the children complied.   He heard them lining
up along the side wall.  "Chad, please come join the class
for lunch," Mrs. Rose commanded.  Slowly, his butt still red
and aching, Chad arose, walking toward the line. His butt
muscles had tightened up painfully as he'd sat in the
corner, and now protested being asked to move again, almost
bringing tears to his eyes.  His small penis, now neither
shrunken nor erect, swayed in front of him.  "Hand's behind
your head, young man," Mrs. Rose ordered as Chad
unconsciously shifted his hands toward his privates.  Chad
clapped his hands behind his head and approached the line. 
Mrs. Rose directed him to the last place in line, so that he
would have to stand in line the longest waiting to be served
and thus be on display for the maximum time.  This put Chad
immediately behind Lindsey Kirk, who turned to examine him
up and down as he approached.  "Nice little dick, Henson,"
she muttered under her breath, too low for Mrs. Rose to
hear.  "Keep it handy – someone might need to know how big
around a pencil is."  

Chad couldn't imagine anyone worse to be in line next to
Lindsey, except possibly being next to Emily.  Lindsey was a
tall girl,, fully developed girl, and attractive as well. 
She was so tall his head barely reached her well-developed
breasts.  Worse, she knew she was attractive, treating him,
Jimmy Chen, and the other smaller boys as beneath her
notice.  When she did address him, it was only to call
attention to his lack of size, stature, or manliness.  She
was bound to be much worse today, with his actual manliness
on display for everyone to see!  As he approached, she
continued to look boldly at this boy parts.  "I should have
brought a magnifying glass with me, so I could see those
baby privates of yours," she snickered.  Seeing Mrs. Rose in
the closet for a moment, she reached down and ran a hand
over Chad's bare butt, massaging his sore muscles.  "Still
burns, doesn't it, Chad.  I can't wait to see you get
paddled!  You're really going to squeal!"  

She give his wiener a quick yank before turning slightly
toward the front and adopting an innocent pose.  Mrs. Rose
approached the line.  "Now if we're all ready, " she began. 

 Emily interrupted with a raised hand.  "Yes, Emily," Mrs.
Rose asked.  "Shouldn't someone be assigned to lead Chad to
the lunchroom, to keep him out of trouble? I've noticed that
some of the boys who were punished bare before got leaders
when they went to lunch.  I think Chad needs a leader, too!" 
Chad couldn't believe his ears.  Did she always have to find
a way to make it worse?  

Mrs. Rose looked thoughtful.  "What an excellent point,
Emily," she announced after a few seconds of consideration. 
"Lindsay, since you're standing in front of Chad, would you
be so good as to lead him to the lunchroom and then to the
punishment table after he gets his lunch?"  She took
Lindsay's eager hand and guided it to Chad's crotch.  "Make
a circle with your fingers like this," she said,
demonstrating.  "Then press against him so that you get
behind his little scrotum.  That's the little bag part. 
Chad's is unusually small, so you have to press your
fingertips in pretty hard." 

Chad winced as Lindsay dug her fingers in around his bag.
Mrs. Rose continued her instruction.  "Good job, Now close
your fingers so that you trap the little marbles against his
little penis so they can't slip through."  Lindsey gripped
Chad by the base of the scrotum and his penis, and then
tightened her grip as instructed.  His baby testes were
pulled out in front of her thumb, with this hardening penis
head peaking out the top.  His small balls began aching
uncomfortably.  Mrs. Rose ignored his discomfort, and
Lindsay reveled in it.  "Now keep a good grip on him, and
let's be off," Mrs. Rose finished, commanding the line to
move.  

Off down the hall to the lunchroom the class proceeded. 
Chad's passage created gasps, exclamations, and shouts as
they went along.  "Hey, that kid's naked!"  "Look over here,
that girl's got some guy by the balls!"  "Look at his butt –
he really got it this morning!"  "That's Henson – he hurt
that little kid today!"  "Look at his face – he's beet red!" 
"You would be too if your dick was hanging out and being
yanked like that!"  A few grouping hands grasped his butt as
he passed, and one girl give him a painful pinch that caused
him to yelp and earned him a painful tug on his privates by
Lindsey when he paused.  Finally they joined the bigger line
into the cafeteria.  Immediately the 8th grade class came up
behind them and joined them, each of the students shifting
out of line a bit to get a good look at the naked Chad.  The
girl in the front of the line, taking advantage of the
opportunities presented in situations like this, 
immediately began pawing at Chad's butt, poking the redder
spots and asking him if it hurt.  When the teachers ignored
her actions, she trailed a hand down between his legs and
tickled the sensitive skin between them, causing Chad to
lurch and receive another painful pull on his boy parts from
the sadistic Lindsey.  Children passing the other direction
patted his butt as they went by.  There was one good thing
about his privates being held by Lindsey, though, Chad
thought.  At least the other kids passing by couldn't
torment them.

Finally, Chad reached the front of the line.  Instead of the
usual tray, he was given a box labeled "Punishment Meal" on
the sides, with smaller letters reading, "For boys who've
been spanked or paddled bare" written underneath.  On all
four sides was an anatomically correct cartoon of a boy in
the butt up position over a teacher's knee, his butt glowing
a cartoon red, his scrotum visible between his legs, his
butt hole depicted as an asterisk between his spread bottom. 
The tip of the boy's wiener could just be seen between his
legs.  Lindsey took one look at the carton and commented
immediately, "That's sure not you, Chad.  You can see his
boy stuff."  Chad blushed a deeper red at the truth of her
comment as she led him by her grip on his boy parts to the
punishment chair on the platform in the front of the room. 
He put his box on the table and waited for Lindsey to
release his genitals.  As she almost reluctantly did so, he
turned and sat gingerly on the hard chair, discovering
immediately that the seat had two higher, slightly rounded
sections that corresponded to where his aching butt had to
go, so that pressure was on his spank spots no matter how he
shifted his weight.  The lunchroom monitor walked over. 
"Legs apart, young man."  She gave Chad a wink.  "You don't
want to cheat any of the girls out of getting a good look at
your cute little equipment!"  Chad reluctantly but
obediently spread his legs, so that his meager attributes
hung down in plain sight.  He opened the lunch box and took
out his hunk of bread and bottle of water.  He immediately
discovered that what the other kids had said was true – the
bread was unsalted and tasteless, and the water was body
temperature.  He was hungry, though, so he began
methodically biting off chunks, washing them down with the
warm liquid.  

As he ate, he noticed the 6nd grade classes had joined the
lunch line.  To his dismay, he realized his brother Tommy
was pointing at him and talking excitedly to his classmates. 
All of Tommy's dorky friends were staring at him and
grinning now, especially Tommy's slightly chunky best friend
Jesse.  Chad racked his brain, trying to figure out some way
to convince Tommy not to tell Mom.  Meanwhile, children
continued to stream back and forth past the punishment
platform, each one eyeing his openly displayed equipment as
he or she passed.  Some made comments as they passed, and a
few stopped to talk.  The comments were mainly derogatory
comments on his equipment, such as "What a cute little
dickie," from one of the girls, and "What happened to your
dick, little boy?  Did your little girlfriend bite it off?"  

A couple of the boys who stopped to talk tried to be
sympathetic and soothing, but most of their comments had the
reverse effect on Chad.  Jimmy Chen paused long enough to
say, "Don't worry about being small, Chad, I'm sure yours
will grow someday.  And it's not that tiny."  

A minute or two later, an 8th grader stopped briefly to ask
if it was true that he was getting paddled that afternoon
after being spanked this morning.  When Chad whispered,
"yeah," the boy added, "I got paddled by Mrs. Rose last year
bare butt, too.  It felt like she'd poured gas on my butt
and set it on fire.  I couldn't sit down for a week."  

"Did you wet yourself," Chad asked, thinking that there
might be another boy who'd done the humiliating thing he
had.  

"Naw, I didn't do that!'  I'm not a baby," the boy replied. 
"I mean, I bawled a little, because it really hurts, and
even the big kids bawl.  But I'm not so lame as to piss on
myself!"  The boy drifted away.

The other 8th grader with him added, "No one ever forgets
seeing you get it naked, either.  When I got spanked naked,
girls were passing around drawings of my dick and my butt
for months – pretty accurate drawings, too.  I mean, they
had one of me over the teacher's lap where you could see my
hole and everything!  And my dick was like this big club
dangling down in between."  

"Great job, man," his friend objected.  "Make the kid feel
embarrassed because he's practically got no dick.  It's bad
enough he has to think about being paddled, but you have to
point out how small he is."

The other boy glanced guiltily at Chad's crotch, then looked
embarrassed.  "Sorry," he said. "I hadn't looked at it,
really, so I didn't notice it was so little."  He looked
uncomfortable, then brightened.  "But look at it this way –
when the girls draw pictures of you, they won't show your
dick!"

At last, Chad finished eating and was given permission to
return to his classroom until the end of lunch break.  A
circle of middle school girls followed him down the hall,
groping and caressing his private areas as he did his best
to elude their touches with his hands clasped behind his
head.  He finally reached the door and was able to twist
away from the 8th grader who was squeezing his wiener for
all she was worth, slipping inside the quiet classroom. 
Mrs. Rose was sitting at her desk, reading a novel.  She
inclined her head toward the chair in the corner and Chad
slipped into it, grateful to be away from taunting children
for the moment but dreading the coming afternoon and his
starring role in the afternoon's activities.