Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 2
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 2:  What Goes In, Must Come Out

Randy blushed in shame.  He'd never been so humiliated in
his life, not even that time he'd pooped his pants in
kindergarten and his mother had to come take him home and
everyone in class was looking at him, smirking, knowing what
he'd done and feeling superior because their pants were
clean.  He was naked from the waist down, standing in front
of his class, his immature genitals on display, his exposed
penis hiding from sight and confirming the truth that
Chelsea had just voiced.  He glanced down involuntarily at
her words, looking at the same thing everyone else was
looking at.  The thing was, his privates did appear little. 
He'd actually cringed a bit for Chad every time Chad had
been forced to appear naked in front of his classmates, in
part because he had his own little secret – his genitals
appeared to be every bit as small and immature as Chad's. 
The problem was the deep layer of fat under his skin
everywhere, especially on his crotch.  His little circle of
a penis barely protruded from the fat pad of his groin when
it was flaccid, and his little balls were actually
completely hidden in the fat pad, so that his scrotum was
just a flat, wrinkled patch with no visible bulges.  He
knew, from feeling himself, that his penis was longer than
that – it was probably longer than Chad's, both when flaccid
and when erect, if you measured from where it emerged from
the muscles of his groin, but at least an inch of it was
buried in the fat of his pubis, and thus the part that stuck
out, even when erect, was less than 2 inches.  And when it
shrunk, it looked like a little bull's eye, the pee slit
marking the center and the rings of skin making the circles
around it.  There were times it disappeared entirely.  When
he'd been a preschooler, his older cousin Maria called it
his amazing shrinking weenie every time she saw him being
bathed or changed into pajamas.  When he'd been 4 he'd
thought that it was funny that his weenie disappeared
sometimes and stuck out others, and he'd laugh when she
teased him about it.  But around first grade it stopped
being funny as he came to realize that size really did
matter if you were a male.  Indeed, that was one of the
reasons that he'd become so modest that he now made sure no
one ever saw him undressed if at all possible.   And now
everyone in the class was looking, and he couldn't stop
them!

Other girls were commenting on Randy's lack of manliness
now, in a chorus so great it was hard to pick out individual
comments.  "No wonder they call him Randy," Big Sam Grossman
muttered off to Chad's right.  "With a dork that small, he's
probably always randy just because he can't get himself
off."  Other kids snickered and offered their own comments. 
Chad, still trying to look nonchalant and not at all
interested in boy's dicks, was lost in his own thoughts --
he was getting used to the revelation that he didn't have
the dinkiest wiener in class after all!  (Although he had to
admit it was a close thing, and without the fat on his pubic
triangle Randy probably could give him a run for his money). 
He noted, idly, that Randy's scrotum was almost exactly the
same color as the rest of his skin, rather than being a
darker color as had been the case with the genitals of the
many other boys he'd observed during punishment over the
last several weeks.  If his theory about coloration was
accurate, Randy's butt hole should also be very little
different in color from the rest of his butt.  Suddenly he
was burning with curiosity -- not that he wanted kids to see
him looking at a boy's butt hole, but he really wanted to
know if the two matched as they did on almost all the other
boys he'd seen in this state. 

Randy blinked back tears, trying to ignore the taunts of the
many females and a few males critiquing his privates.  He
tried to console himself with the thought that most of them
were obviously exaggerations.  He didn't really look like a
Ken doll – he did at least have genitals.  His genitals
didn't remotely look like those of a girl, either – he'd
seen enough baby girl cousins being changed to know that. 
Still, the words stung – until now, he'd been the only boy
in class to know that Chad wasn't the most poorly hung kid,
and now everyone knew.  They'd probably start calling him a
nickname like Chad, who was hailed as "Microdick" at least
once a day, mostly by girls.  What do you call someone who's
even smaller than a microdick?  

As if in answer to his thoughts, Celeste spoke up.  "What
are you looking embarrassed for, Fleadork?  It's not like we
can see anything from back here!"

Mrs. Rose didn't rebuke the girl for her language directly,
but she gave her a cautioning stare and she silenced
herself.  Still, the damage was done.  Fleadork, Randy
thought to himself.  Great – now I'm Fleadork for life, I
bet.  She allowed the class to drink in the appearance of
his privates for a bit more, then took Randy by the
shoulders and turned him around, so that his backside was
now to the class and they could examine his expansive bare
butt at their leisure.  He couldn't wrap his mind around the
enormity of it – everyone had just seen his amazing
disappearing weenie, and now they were looking at his bare
butt!  He hated his butt, and he certainly hated everyone
else seeing it!  No one but his mom and the doctor had seen
his bare butt in years!  They were looking at his butt
cheeks, and his butt crack!  He blushed with humiliation.  

His classmates leaned forward again, examining his bare
bottom closely for the first time.  No question, Randy
Martinez had a big butt – it jutted outward prominently, and
was almost twice as wide as Chad's muscular little ass.  The
cheeks were wide and well padded with fat, and the boy's
butt crack looked deep and enormous.  The silence was broken
again by the same girl as before.  "Emily, if you're gonna
spank that you're gonna need a bigger hand," she said,
causing the whole class to crack up.  

When the laughter had died down, Mrs. Rose spoke up.  "I
don't believe there will be any spanking for the moment,
people.  I have another punishment in mind for Mr. Martinez. 
Bend over, Mr. Martinez, and grab your ankles, so we can
check you for cleanliness before we begin your punishment,"
Mrs. Rose ordered.

Bend over? They were going to see his butt crack and butt
hole!  Randy had forgotten, in his humiliation, that every
boy punished naked was inspected for cleanliness beforehand. 
He recalled Jimmy Chen's spread butt, and Chad Henson's, and
Alan Delvecchio's, and the manly Joey Turpin's.  All 4 had
been forced to spread their cheeks and display their most
private area to everyone in class.  At the time he'd been a
bit excited himself at the prospect of viewing each boy's
pooping place – not because the view was attractive – Chad
Henson's neat, clean little pursed ring wasn't too bad and
neither was Alan's, but Jimmy's was mildly unsightly with
its uneven bumpy wrinkles, and Joey's was downright ugly,
with his brown crack pigmentation and all that hair.  So he
hadn't gotten excited each time because he liked looking at
them.  Rather, the sight of each boy's butt hole had been
intriguing because it was a sight that had been previously
forbidden, and because the boys clearly didn't want to be
examined.  So like the rest of the class, Randy had rather
enjoyed viewing each boy's spread cracks, tight little anal
rings, and the band of skin reaching from their butt holes
to swell out over the bulges of their scrotums.  I wouldn't
want to be him, he'd told himself each time, and had
shivered each time with the smug knowledge that he wasn't.

But now it was him.  Scarlet with embarrassment but fearing
another powerful smack from Mrs. Rose, this time on his bare
bottom, Randy bent down, puffing as he tried to grasp his
ankles and finally, after great effort, managing to do so. 
He could feel his chubby butt spreading as he panted,
finding it hard to breathe in this position.  He could see,
between his legs, children craning to look into his butt
crack.

Mrs. Rose prodded Randy's feet more widely apart.  "Come on,
Mr. Martinez.  Legs apart.  We have to be able to see into
there."  Randy's legs began aching as Mrs. Rose forced them
more widely apart than his hips.  Mrs. Rose still wasn't
satisfied.  "You're going to have to let go of your ankles
and spread your bottom apart with your hands, young man.  We
still can't see in far enough to see if you're clean," she
said.

Randy reached back and grasped the edges of his butt cheeks
as instructed, pulling them farther apart.  Mrs. Rose still
wasn't satisfied.  "I said spread your bottom, young man! 
Pull until it hurts!"  Grimacing, Randy pulled harder, the
upper part of his butt where his crack began protesting in
pain at the stretching.

"That's better," Mrs. Rose said, as the boy's anus came into
view, finally, shyly peeking out between his jiggling butt
cheeks.  Chad, making a show of not looking, confirmed in
quick glances what he had suspected, that the wrinkled,
tightly pursed eye of still another boy was the same color
as his scrotum.  But the separation of Randy's butt revealed
a new twist for Chad and his classmates on variations in
male anatomy.  A wide ring of skin around the boy's butt
hole was reddened and looked irritated.  The irritation ran
down half the way to the beginnings of the boy's scrotum,
which was still just a wrinkled patch when viewed from his
backside, the boy's testes lost in fatty tissue bulging
between his spread legs.  

"You have a serious anal irritation, Mr. Martinez," Mrs.
Rose commented.  She looked at the class.  "This is the sort
of thing that happens to you boys when you don't wipe your
bottoms well, and don't wash them well with soap when taking
a shower or a bath.  Irritations like this can develop and
become serious.  You boys need to spread your bottoms apart
and wash this area thoroughly with soap every time you take
a shower, and you need to take the time to wipe yourself
well after defecating."  The class roared with laughter at
hearing the word "defecating" again.  Mrs. Rose turned
grimly back to Randy and retrieved several baby wipes,
proceeding to scrub Randy's irritated butt crack vigorously. 
Pained grunts issued from the panting Randy as the alcohol
in the wipes stung the irritated skin.  When she was done,
the irritation remained, but was cleaner looking, at least. 
Randy wins for ugliest butt crack, Chad thought to himself. 
He'd rather look at Joey's hairy butt than at Randy's
unsightly rash.  Not that he wanted to look at any boy's
butt, he thought quickly, reassuring himself.  

Finally, Mrs. Rose pronounced Randy clean enough and allowed
him to straighten up, turning him back to face the class. 
"I have mentioned that this boy needs something beyond a
simple spanking.  In fact, it's my opinion that all of you
middle school boys need more than simple spankings for your
misdeeds.  That is why I've convinced Mrs. Bose, the
principal, to allow a certain amount of variation and
escalation in the punishments you boys receive from now on. 
She has been highly impressed with Mr. Henson's improvements
in deportment after experiencing the punishments of the
gauntlet.  I pointed out that part of the effectiveness of
the punishment was not knowing what punishment was coming
up.  Between us, we have worked out a variety new options in
punishment, which the DAs and I will be using from now on. 
We hope to keep you boys off balance, because you'll never
know just what painful or humiliating punishment you'll face
for an infraction, but as you'll see, they're all things you
don't want to experience."

She turned to Randy, still blushing as he stood again with
his almost invisible genitals on display.  "In your case,
Mr. Martinez," she continued, "I have a punishment in mind
that I think perfectly fit your crimes.  Your protests that
you did the assignment when all the evidence shows you
didn't suggests that you're, if you may pardon the
expression, full of garbage.  I believe it is appropriate
that we wash the garbage out of you.  We'll start with your
mouth.  I just happen to have a bar of soap sealed in this
Tupperware container that has been soaked in water and is
nice and soft, just the perfect consistency and just the
right size to place in a lying boy's mouth."  As Randy
watched in horror, she produced a small Tupperware container
from behind her back.  Chad looked in amazement.  Where had
that come from?  He hadn't seen it in her hand a moment ago,
and she hadn't gone near her desk.  She could be a magician!

"Take off his shirt, Emily," Mrs. Rose ordered.  "We don't
want to soil it when he starts drooling and foaming at the
mouth, as you boys all do when you get a good mouth
soaping."  Emily seized the bottom of Randy's shirt and
pulled it, with difficulty, up over his stomach and off his
head and arms.  The class stared at Randy's bared chest and
stomach.  "He's got boobies!" Celeste shrieked.  

"Breasts, I'm sure, is what you meant to say, Celeste," Mrs.
Rose said archly.  "And he doesn't, not really, although
I'll admit it looks like it.  Boys who are overweight often
have the appearance of breasts, but it's nothing but fat." 
The class contemplated Randy's naked body for a moment,
taking in the sagging boy boobs, and the slightly protruding
stomach that was as wide as his hips.  Then Mrs. Rose
extracted the bar from the container and held it up.  "Time
for part one of your punishment, Mr. Martinez.  Open up." 
Randy looked with terror at the soggy soap bar.  He parted
his lips a bit.  "Open up wider, young man, or I'll paddle
your disobedient, lying bottom and then stick the soap in
your mouth while you're bawling!" she commanded.

Randy opened his mouth wide.  In a quick swoop, Mrs. Rose
rammed the soap in, a small portion protruding from between
his lips.  Randy's face immediately screwed up in revulsion
as the burning, awful tasting soap taste filled his mouth. 
"Close your teeth on it and hold it there," Mrs. Rose
ordered.  "If you let it fall out, you may very well be
slated for an additional punishment this afternoon, and if
so, I guarantee that punishment will involve your genitals."

"What genitals?" Celeste snickered, sitting in her chair
next to Emily's.  Mrs. Rose ignored her. 

"Now for part two of your punishment.  The soap will clean
the garbage out of one end of you, but we have to deal with
the other.  I believe a punishment enema is in order.  Mr.
Martinez, you'll have to go over Emily's lap so we can
access the appropriate orifice.  Emily, turn your chair so
Mr. Martinez's bottom is facing the class.  Yes, that's it. 
Mr. Martinez, bend over her," Mrs. Rose directed. "Emily, in
light of this boy's intransigence in insisting that he
finished a report he obviously doesn't have, you have
permission to hold him in place by gripping his entire
genital package while we do this."  

As Emily eagerly reached with her left hand, Mrs. Rose
grasped her wrist.  "Try not to be too enthusiastic, dear,"
she cautioned.  "We're not trying to emasculate them, only
to teach them.  Firmly squeeze, don't crush."  She released
Emily, who with some difficulty and considerable pain to
Randy, managed to dig her fingers into his groin enough to
grip his hiding testes and flat penis.  "Get into position,
young man," she said.  Randy, with some effort, managed to
drape himself over Emily's lap, as Emily made faces and
acted like she was being smashed under his weight.  His
broad butt spread out facing the class, and the rest of his
frame extended tensely out her left side, as he looked over
his shoulder, already tearing up because of the pain her
fingernails were causing his scrotum as well as the burning
soap in his mouth.  He'd never had an enema, but he'd seen
his 3-year-old cousin Jesus get one.  He knew it meant
sticking a tube up his butt and filling him with fluid,
which he'd have to hold and then poop out later.  And
everyone was watching!  Humiliation almost overcame him.

Mrs. Rose walked to her closet, dragging out a metal stand
which she positioned by Randy's spread butt.  She then
walked to her desk and retrieved from her magic bottom
drawer a bag with a long tube and a large nozzle at the end
of the tube, which she sat on the small of the back of the
horizontal Randy.

Chad immediately recognized the object as an enema kit
similar to the one that had been used on him before and
after his running of the gauntlet.  During his initial at
home punishment for giving the third grader a concussion,
Chad had experienced his first enema out on the patio with
all of his family members and several neighbors watching. 
He'd had still other enemas after his anal punishment during
the gauntlet, when he had not been able to poop at all
without an enema all for most of the week  Those, though,
were witnessed only by a single family member at a time,
each taking turns with him. True, having either his younger
brother or his older sister give him an enema was acutely
humiliating.  Beth had treated him like a baby the whole
time, saying things like, "I'm just gonna put this little
tube up 'em's tushie," and Tommy had acted superior and made
him lie across his lap like a baby while he stuck the tube
in, each time complaining that Chad's butt hole was ugly and
disgusting.  But at least other kids hadn't been watching
except for that first time on the patio, and he still found
that hard to think about.  At that time he'd actually pooped
in front of them while up on all fours and with his legs
spread, like a dog doing his business.  How was Randy going
to live with everyone in class seeing him get a tube stuffed
up his butt!

Mrs. Rose returned to pick something out of her bottom
drawer.  "In light of the severity of your offense, Mr.
Martinez, and because this is a punishment enema, rather
than soapy water, we'll be using this as your enema fluid." 
She held up a cylindrical can, which turned out to be an
ordinary can of 7-Up.  Closing the valve on the enema bag,
she popped the top on the can and poured the entire contents
into it, hanging it on the pole.  Taking the nozzle, she
spoke to Randy and the class.   "In a moment, I'll insert
this nozzle into your anus deeply, and open the valve on the
enema bag to fill you with your enema fluid.  The nozzle is
quite large so that the enema will flow in quickly, so the
nozzle might be a bit painful going in.  Also, I'm told that
soda enemas are very painful, so although it won't actually
physically harm you, you can expect that the fluid will
cause you to feel an intense burning sensation inside that
grows over time. No matter how much it hurts, you are not to
expel any part of the enema until you are sent to the
restroom, unless you'd like a genital spanking this
afternoon as I promised earlier.  At the end of the
prescribed time, you will be allowed to go to the boys' room
and expel your enema.  The DA will accompany you when you do
that, make sure that you cleanse yourself afterward, and
make sure you keep the bar of soap in your mouth the whole
time.  Then you will return here, where you will have the
bar of soap removed and will apologize to the class for
failing to complete the assignment and for your lies."

Emily was mildly disappointed.  She wasn't going to get to
beat the crap out of his fat, flabby butt!  She consoled
herself with the knowledge that she was to accompany him to
the bathroom, though.  In fact, with an increasing tingle in
her loins, she realized that she could force him to expel
the enema in front of her – she could make him spread his
legs and do it while she watched – that would really
humiliate him!  She smirked with pleasure.  The only thing
that would make this better was if it were Chad!  Well,
maybe later.

For Randy, lying over Emily's lap with soap burning his
mouth and throat and drool dripping off his chin, it was a
nightmare that didn't end.  He was quaking with fear at this
point.  Not only was he naked in front of everyone, with
everyone looking at all his private areas, but Mrs. Rose
were going to stick that big tube up his butt!  And then
they were going to put 7-Up in there.  He'd once been
drinking 7-Up when his cousin had slipped and fallen in the
mud quite spectacularly, and the uncontrollable laughter had
sent 7-Up up into his nose.  He'd thought he was going to
die, it burned so bad.  What would it do when squirted up
his butt?    Adding to his distress, Emily, although finding
it hard to squeeze his balls in their nest of fat, was
digging her fingernails into the base of his scrotum
painfully, clearly determined to leave marks there.

Looking and trying not to look like he was looking, Chad
along with the rest of the class watched intently as Mrs.
Rose put K-Y jelly on the end of the enema nozzle and lined
it up on the irritated bull's-eye of Randy's exposed anus. 
The boy's butt twitched at the contact of the cold nozzle on
his center eye.  Mrs. Rose let him stew for a moment with
the nozzle pressing against his nether orifice, then she
pushed it smoothly in.  Randy's eyes, visible because he was
fearfully watching from over his shoulder, widened as the
tube slid in, and tears began flowing more freely down his
upturned face.  A low moan escaped around the soap as the
tube was pressed deeper.  He squeezed his butt tightly
together, but this had no effect on Mrs. Rose's efforts to
push the slippery tube in more deeply.  Unable to watch any
more, Randy let his head hang down out of sight and relaxed
his butt again, so the class could clearly see the thick
tube violating him and stretching his anus, with its hose
rising to the hanging bag.  

After a moment as she allowed Randy's fears to build, Mrs.
Rose reached up and opened the valve on the tube.  Liquid
gurgled audibly, and then moments later, Randy felt coldness
begin flowing into his insides, followed immediately by
intense burning in his rectum.  He began moaning more loudly
and wiggling his body, kicking his legs feebly and clenching
his fists, which made his ample butt wave in the air and
brought a round of laughter from the class.  It felt like
diarrhea sometimes did – when it burned so bad you just had
to push it out, but it kept on burning.  The burn kept
expanding inside him, forcing its way up his colon.  Randy
began kicking his legs more strongly.  It hurt!  It hurt so
much!  His moaning became crying, muffled by the soap bar,
and tears streamed freely down his face.  The burning in him
intensified each second, and spread deeper into his gut.  By
the time Mrs. Rose shut off the valve, Randy's muffled
wailing was filling the room.  "Get it out, get it out!" he
was begging, but with a bar of soap in his mouth, all that
came out was completely incoherent moans.  

"Now I'm going to pull out the tube.  As I do, you need to
keep your bottom clenched so nothing leaks," Mrs. Rose
chided loudly.  "You know the consequences if you don't." 
She gripped the tube and slowly extracted it from the boy's
anus, the circular muscle squeezing tightly as the tube
exited and allowing only the tiniest drop to escape, which
Mrs. Rose wiped deftly with a tissue she was holding as she
finished pulling out the tube.  She shoved enema the
apparatus to one side.  Randy squeezed both of his buns
tightly together, trying to hold in the burning liquid that
was trying to force its way out of him.  All he wanted to do
was push that nasty stuff out of him!  He knew he didn't
dare, because he didn't want his wiener and balls paddled,
but it hurt!  The burn had spread all the way back to his
anus as soon as the nozzle was removed, and now his butt
hole was a ring of fire, begging for relief from the
internal torment he was receiving.  Mrs. Rose looked at
Randy's tightened butt critically.  "I don't think he's
trying hard enough, Emily," she commented.  "Give him a
dozen spanks over the target area to encourage him to try
harder.  And don't be afraid to make them sting.  I've often
found that lighting a nice fire outside a boy's bottom
encourages greater clenching effort." 

Grinning, Emily raised her right hand and began spanking
Randy's bare bottom slow and hard, concentrating on a small
circle directly over the boy's butt hole.  In seconds, he
was bawling loudly around the soap, snot puddling on his lip
and flowing across the exposed section of the bar.  He
squeezed his butt as tightly together as he could, both to
hold in the increasingly more painful enema and to try to
drive out the pain of Emily's enthusiastic blows.  By the
time she'd given Randy the requisite dozen, the center of
the boy's butt was glowing red and his legs were kicking
spasmodically as his hands clawed at the air.  Emily stopped
smacking the boy's butt and looked at her work, smirking. 
Chad could see she clearly enjoyed inflicting pain on Randy. 
She shouldn't be enjoying this, he thought to himself. 
Discipline of a boy, even when it was absolutely necessary,
should be something you dislike doing, no something that
gets you off.  And that's how Emily looked—like she was
getting off on it – like she was going to have an orgasm or
something over the pleasure of hurting Randy.

Unknown to Chad, he wasn't far from the truth.  As Emily
contemplated the effect of her joyful spanking of the bare
skin of Randy's exposed butt, she was feeling the most
marvelous tingle build in her loins, exactly like the tingle
she experienced pleasuring herself.  She wished she dared
let go of the boy's genitals and touch herself to bring the
release she craved, but that was out of the question, of
course.  She consoled herself by enjoying the boy's grunting
moans and his tense, perspiring efforts to keep from pooping
himself in class in front of everyone.  She hoped against
hope that he would lose control – she'd love to be the one
to administer his genital paddling, failing that, it would
be almost as much fun to sit in her front and center
position while Mrs. Rose did so!  That's what all boys
needed – a good paddling on those awful, bulging, dangling
little things of theirs!

Mrs. Rose stood contemplating Randy's tightly clenched
buttocks, now glowing red in the lower center of their
expanse.  She walked around to his front section and seized
him under his arms, yanking him to his feet and turning him
to face the rapt classroom.  Randy reached behind him and
grabbed both of his buns, one in each hand, and tried to
squeeze them together, fighting to hold in the enema as
tears streamed down his face and drool seeped out of his
mouth around the protruding soap bar.  It took only moments
for most of the students to notice something had changed
since Randy had last stood in front of them.  "Hey, his boy
thingy is sticking out!" Celeste, the mouthy girl who sat
next to Emily, exclaimed loudly.  

Chad risked a glance at Randy's crotch.  The boy did indeed
have a hard on now, and a peculiar sight it was.  Only a
little over an inch of it protruded from the fat of his
groin, the rest of the shaft hiding, but the part that
protruded had the most pronounced upward curve Chad had seen
on any of the boys he'd seen with erections in the last few
weeks.  It looked like a fat little hook protruding from his
body, a fact noted immediately by Jimmy Chen, who commented,
loudly enough for Chad to hear but not loudly enough to be
heard at the front of the class, "Wow, you could hang your
coat on that!"  Of course, Randy's balls weren't any more
prominent than before, so his little hook of a penis looked
incongruous sticking out of his padded crotch.  Risking
another look, Chad noted that the upward curve made the
tangled skin under the head more visible and prominent than
on most boys, and the engorgement of his organ had separated
Randy's pee slit slightly, so that it made a small, round,
and somewhat unsightly hole instead of neatly closed slit. 
Overall, it was an ugly little penis, he concluded – ugly
enough to give Jimmy Chen's twisted tool a run for its money
in an ugly penis contest.  He briefly wondered if people
ever held ugly penis contests.  For the first time in weeks,
he actually felt more satisfied with his own organ – it
might be small, but it would grow, sooner or later, and at
least it was normally shaped and symmetrical, and the pee
hole didn't gape open when it was hard.

Meanwhile, a girl closer to the front had picked up Jimmy's
comment, and repeated it loudly.  "It looks like a hook!"
she exclaimed.  "You could hang stuff from it!"  Despite the
intense distress he was feeling from opposite ends of his
digestive system, Randy blushed in humiliation at the
comment.  Emily stood with her towel and tried hooking it
over Randy's member, failing on her first try, but, on her
second, succeeding in hooking the towel over his projecting
penis so that it hung just above the ground.  About a third
of the class burst into applause at her antics.  Mrs. Rose,
meanwhile, had walked around to study Randy's face.  Emily
moved to contemplate his ample backside, deciding it was her
duty as the DA to watch for leakage from the enema so she
could be the first to announce it.  "Having trouble holding
it, Mr. Martinez?" Mrs. Rose inquired.

Randy, crying freely and loudly enough to be heard with a
mouth full of soap, nodded wildly, his eyes pleading.  The
towel hung down from his penis, firmly snagged and covering
his privates for the moment.  Mrs. Rose walked to her desk
and rummaged in the bottom drawer.  "Let's see if I can help
you hold it in – I hate children having accidents of that
sort in the classroom," she commented into the open drawer. 
She came up triumphantly with a roll of duct tape.  "Ah
hah!" she crowed.  "Just the thing.  Help me with this,
Emily.  And remove that ridiculous towel."  She peeled off a
length of duct tape, directing Emily, who'd unhooked the
towel and bared Randy's hooked penis to the class once
again, to grasp the other end.  Approaching Randy's bottom,
she had Emily stick her end to the lower outside of Randy's
left bun securely.  Pulling tightly so that Randy's chubby
cheeks were forced together, she tore the tape off and
pressed it tightly to the skin of his right bun, forcing the
cheeks together tightly.  Shoving Randy's gripping hands
aside, two more sections of tape followed in the middle and
the lower section of his butt.  Smiling triumphantly, Mrs.
Rose turned Randy so the class could see that his fat buns
were now firmly bound together with duct tape, compressing
his butt crack and making his butt narrower but more
prominent.  As they watched, Randy began bouncing up and
down in place, the burn inside him becoming excruciating. 
His hooked penis was so stiff it bobbed with him, the
sensation of burning inside him making it tingle along its
entire length. Mrs. Rose put her tape away, replaced the
spanking chair, and ignored him for the next few minutes as
she sorted through the essays that had been handed in. 
Emily continued to stare at the juncture of his ample bottom
and his legs, hoping to spot leakage.  Finally Mrs. Rose
looked up.  "You may take this lying brat to the boys'
bathroom now," she told Emily.  "Lead him by the handle both
ways.  Tear the tape off only when you've got him poised
over a toilet – he'll almost certainly start leaking when
you do.  You, Mr. Martinez, will obey her in everything she
says."  

Emily, smirking again, grabbed Randy's hook of a penis and
gave it a vicious yank, pulling him out of the room and down
the hall.  Randy, who was capable of making only mincing
little steps due to having his butt crack taped together and
to the necessity of holding the enema inside, had a hard
time keeping up with Emily's strides.  She responded to his
lagging by pulling his sharply curved penis unmercifully,
causing stabs of pain both in the base and head.  They'd
barely gotten half way there when they came across a 6th
grade girl and boy leaving the school office.  Emily
stopped, let go of Randy's penis so they could see him
better, and let the younger children eye Randy from all
sides.  Randy danced from foot to foot, trying hard not to
poo himself.  "Why does his butt have tape on it?" the boy
asked Emily.

"He's got a whole can of 7-Up up his butt," she explained. 
"The tape is to keep him from letting it out too early."

"Gosh, what'd he do?" the girl asked.  

At the same time, the boy said, "What's wrong with his
wiener?"

"He didn't do his report and lied about it," Emily said, as
Randy tried to protest the inaccuracy of this but discovered
himself unable to do anything but moan with an entire bar of
soap in his mouth.  "And I don't know what's wrong with the
brat's dork – that's just how it looks."  She grabbed Randy
sharply by his penis and set off down the hall again.  When
they reached the boys' room she led him boldly in.  A 2nd
grader who'd stopped in the bathroom on his way back from
the office was standing at the urinal peeing little boy
style, with his pants and underpants lowered to his knees
and his entire underpants area bared.  He gaped as Emily
entered, then snatched his pants up to try to cover his
nudity.  "Hey!" he said.  "Girls aren't supposed to be in
here!"  He tried to tuck his penis into his pants and zip it
at the same time, resulting in him immediately catching the
underside of the head of his penis in his zipper.  

"Ahhhhhh!" he squealed.  "I'm stuck!  You made me catch
myself!"  He gingerly tried to lower the zipper again, skin
cruelly trapped between the zipper teeth.  Emily leaned over
and yanked the boy's zipper down, freeing his penis in a
stab of bright pain that brought an anguished yelp from the
little boy.  Blood began seeping from his tiny zipper wound. 


"I'm bleeding!" the boy wailed.  "What'll I do?"

"Better not put it away," Emily said, trying to look
serious.  "It'll fall off if you don't keep it out in the
air until it stops bleeding. You can't cover it up at all. 
And you have to rub it or it won't stop bleeding.  You know
how it gets hard sometimes?  Well, you have to rub it until
it gets hard like that, and don't stop rubbing it until it
stops bleeding!"  

Behind her, Randy was moaning with greater and greater
urgency, trying to push past her her toward a toilet stall. 
Emily pushed back and kept talking to the little boy, who
was looking at the blood oozing from his cut in horror. 
"Look, if all the blood gets out, it'll fall off!  Better
start rubbing it right now!"  She reached over and folded
the front of the boy's pants back on either side, so his
little boy genital package was clearly visible, placing his
hand on this penis.  "Quick, make it hard!" she said.  The
boy began furiously rubbing the top of his penis, carefully
avoiding the injured underside.  Despite his injury, it
quickly sprang to attention.  "Now hurry back to class,"
Emily said.  "So your teacher can make it stop bleeding
before all the blood runs out and it falls off.  But don't
stop rubbing, even for a moment, until it stops bleeding!"
she advised, aiming the boy out the door.  

The boy hesitated, still rubbing his small penis rapidly. 
"I can't go outside!  They'll see me!"  

"If I were you, I'd worry more about keeping it from falling
off that about people seeing it!  Now hurry – it's looking
looser already!"  The little boy, looking terrified, fled,
still furiously jacking himself as he made his way down the
hall, while trying to hold his other hand over his crotch to
shield his privates.  "Hah," Emily said after he departed. 
"Let him try to explain THAT to his teacher and anyone else
who sees him!"

She turned back to the dancing Randy, who was holding his
butt with both hands and trying not to poop down his leg. 
His insides felt like they were on fire now, and the fire
blazed all the way out to his butt hole.  A little spurt of
pressure rose and fell inside him, and he felt wetness
between his buns, which he was able to contain only by
powerfully squeezing his butt muscles and holding his butt
with both hands.  Despite the shame of having to perform in
front of her, Randy was so eager to be rid of the enema
fluid that he urged her into a stall and hovered over it,
sticking his butt out so she could pull the tapes.  Emily
took her time removing them, enjoying his wincing as the
tape pulled at his delicate skin.  As she pulled the last
one free, Randy collapsed on the toilet, fluid pouring out
of him in a gush even before he'd gotten completely seated. 
He moaned loudly as the fluid burned his sore, irritated
butt crack and made his anal orifice feel like it was on
fire.  Emily watched him impassively.  Boys were so
disgusting, she thought.  Even if they poop like girls do,
they make it look grosser.

Emily reached over and flushed the toilet to clear it as
Randy continued to hunch over it, moaning, tears streaming
down his face and soapy drool soaking his chest.  "Lean back
and spread you legs," she ordered.  "Mrs. Rose said I had to
watch you."  Randy shook his head vigorously, hunching over
the toilet.  "Look, I don't care if she paddles your baby
balls," Emily said.  "I'd love to see her do it!  I'll just
tell her you didn't cooperate in the bathroom!"

Humiliated to the very core, but completely at her mercy,
Randy grudgingly leaned back and separated his legs, his
little hook of a wiener still arching skyward.  Snot
dripping off of his face fell, landing on the head of it and
oozing down the shaft to puddle where the shaft entered his
groin.  Liquid had stopped flowing out of him, but the skin
under his anus and between his legs still burned as moisture
dripped off of it.  He wanted to get up and somehow indicate
that he was done to get this current humiliation over with,
but his body had other ideas.  A sharp cramp forced him to
bear down, and he voided the semi-solid contents of his
bowels, followed by more solid material.  Cramps made him
unable to stop until it was all out, despite the total
humiliation of knowing he was pooping, actually pooping,
with a girl he disliked intensely watching him.  Emily
watched with revulsion but unable to take her eyes away
until Randy, wheezing through his nose and still crying,
stopped his abdominal straining and sagged against the flush
pipes at the back of the toilet bowl.  

"You boys are so disgusting," Emily said, flushing the
toilet under him again to remove the unsightly contents. 
"Get up and bend over so I can wipe you!"  She guided him
out of the stall and turned him butt toward the door.

Still crying and drooling even more copiously now, Randy
stood up and bent double.  Just then, Chad's brother Tommy
and another 6th grader, Lee Fitzroy, walked through the
door, having stopped to pee on their way back from taking
boxes of paperwork to the office from their classroom.  They
stopped dead in the doorway, mouths gaping, at the sight of
a thin, older girl in this exclusive male sanctum, standing
beside a chubby boy wearing no clothing at all, not even the
school shirt, and bent at the waist, his wide butt partially
spread open.  Randy, hearing them enter, started to
straighten up.

"I said bend over, you little pig," Emily said crossly. 
"Don't pay any attention to those little scrotes!  Reach
back and spread your butt apart like you did in class – You
have to be wiped!  Remember what happens if you don't
cooperate."

Having no choice, Randy did as he was told, spreading his
wide butt cheeks until his soiled crack and butt hole
showed.  "Man!" Lee Fitzroy commented, looking at Randy's
spread bottom.  "Gross," Tommy muttered at the same time.  

Emily, holding a wad of toilet paper, looked over her
shoulder at them.  She tossed the paper at Tommy.  "Here,
you do it!  You little scrotes seem to like looking at naked
boys, you might as well wipe him, too!   Are all you boys
gay?"

"Let's go," Tommy Henson muttered, turning toward the door
again.

"Freeze!" Emily said in a commanding voice.  Shocked by the
tone of her voice and used to obeying females, both boys
stopped in their tracks.  "I know who you are," she said,
ignoring the still bent and spread Randy.  "You're
Mircrodick's brother," she said, looking at the tousled-
haired Tommy, "and you're Noballs," she added, looking at
the dark-skinned Lee.  Lee Fitzroy blushed, so deeply that
even in his very dark skin it was obvious.  The fact that he
suffered from undescended testes which, his parents and
doctor  hoped, would come down on their own with the start
of puberty was now common knowledge throughout the school,
and had led to his new nickname.

Emily fixed them with a steely glare.  "You came in to pee,
didn't you?  So where are you going?  You wipe this pig's
butt, and then you pee.  Believe me, I won't be looking at
you.  The last thing I want to see is your disgusting little
dorks.  You boys all think you're such hot stuff because you
have those little things!  You don't know how ugly and
disgusting we girls think you look."  She turned back to
Randy, eyeing his posterior with distaste.  "Now wipe his
butt like I told you to, and then pee and get out of here! 
Unless you want me to report to your teacher that you were
sucking on Noballs' dick when I came in," she added nastily. 
Tommy and Lee looked at each other with horror – even if
Mrs. Johnson didn't necessarily believe this nasty-tempered
girl, a rumor like that would fly all over the school and at
least some kids would believe it.  Tommy already had enough
problems with people teasing him about his brother's oral
activities.  He stepped forward and began dabbing at the
mess oozing down toward the wrinkled patch that covered
Randy's still invisible testes.  Lee walked around him and
got more toilet paper, handing him wads as he used them and
flushing the soiled ones that Tommy tossed artfully into the
bowl.  After the fifth wad of toilet paper, Emily gave Tommy
the baby wipes Mrs. Rose had given her, and Tommy wiped
Randy down thoroughly with them, trying to make the boy's
nether regions clean enough to satisfy Emily's standards. 
Randy began moaning even more loudly as the alcohol
irritated his sore skin.  

Finally, Tommy straightened up.  "He's as clean as I can get
him," he said, rushing to the sink to wash his own hands. 
"Dang, still no towels," he said, wiping his hands on his
pants. "Come on, Lee, let's go."

"I thought you came in here to pee," Emily said, her arms
crossed.

"Uhhhhhh, we didn't come in to pee," Lee said quickly.  "We,
uh, we came in to wash our hands."

"Yeah," Tommy chimed in.  "We had to carry a dusty box to
the office and we need to wash our hands." He nudged Lee and
motioned at the sink.  Lee hastened over to wash his own
hands.  Tommy, meanwhile, having only seen Randy's big butt
up to that point, examined Randy from the side closely,
noting, for the first time, the bar of soap in his face,
just visible between his lips.  "What'd he do?" he asked.

Emily couldn't help sharing her triumph.  "He didn't turn in
his big report and then lied about it, so he got a big tube
shoved up his dirty butt and got a 7-Up enema.  He also got
a bar of soap for his dirty mouth."  

"He's all red," Lee Fitzroy commented.  "You know, back
there."

"Probably never wipes his butt – it's so big he probably
can't reach it," Emily said with malice.

"Looks like he doesn't have any balls, either," Tommy added
with just a flicker of a glance at Lee.  He regretted it the
instant the words came out of his mouth.  Lee looked hurt
and stared at the ground.

"Unlike some people," Emily said, smirking at Lee, "he's got
'em. They're just hidden in all the fat that covers his
body.  "Feel free to poke him and see."

"No, thanks," Tommy said. 

"We gotta go," Lee said.

"You can straighten up, Fleadork," she said to Randy. 
"We're all sick of looking at your disgusting butt hole."

Randy quickly straightened up, as he had found the bent over
position very uncomfortable as well as humiliating.  He
continued facing away from the two 6th graders, unable to
look at them in his shame at having his butt wiped by them
like a toddler.

"Turn around," Emily commanded.  "You might as well let them
look at you, they're going to see you at lunch, anyway. 
Everyone will."

Randy's heart sank.  Of course they'd see him at lunch.  He
was going up on the punishment platform at lunch, to eat
bread and warm water and sit with his genitals on display
the way Chad and Jimmy and Alan and various other boys had
been forced to do before him.  Because his rectum still
burned, his little hooked penis was still hard, jutting
toward the sky like a "this way up" sign.  Tommy suppressed
a giggle at the sight of it.  And he'd thought Chad was
poorly hung!  And talk about ugly!  If there were homelier
looking dicks than that, he didn't want to see them!  He
tried to imagine it in a year or so, bigger and with hair on
it but still sharply curved like a hook.  What girl would
like that?  His own dick was straight and normal-looking. 
This kid could scare a girl right into virginity!

Tommy glanced up at Randy's face and immediately looked
away.  Randy looked so pitiful and hopeless with his mouth
still wrapped around a bar of soap, soapy drool streaking
his chest and gathering on his boy boobs, and tears and snot
covering his face and dripping off his chin.  Sudden
recognition struck Tommy.  This smirking, boy hating  girl
was Emily Gitt!  The one they called Emily the Bitch, or
just Bitchy for short.  She certainly appeared to deserve
her name as she stood lording her position over the
humiliated Randy.  He suddenly had more sympathy for his
brother, who had to deal with her on a daily basis, and who
not so long ago had been forced to lie over her lap and let
her spank his bare butt until he cried like a baby.  And
then Chad had to go back to school and look her in the eyes
the next day, knowing the position he'd been in!

Somewhat frightened by the hungry, cruel look in Emily's
eyes, Tommy and Lee quickly departed, still wiping their
hands on their pants.  Emily took Randy by his penis,
squeezed until he gasped around the soap, and led him back
out into the halls and back to the classroom.  Frustrating
Randy's hope for a quick trip to the classroom, they
immediately encountered an 8th grade girl, who looked at
Randy with great interest.  Emily stopped and released
Randy's penis, so the girl could see and appreciate his
entire genital package.  

"Now why did I think that your people had macho burritos?"
the girl finally said after staring at Randy's crotch. 
Randy, already blushing with humiliation, colored more at
the ethnic slur to his boyhood.  His parents had been in
America since the early Spanish days of the southwest, which
made him more of an American than most of the people who
produced slurs like this.  He didn't know any Mexicans, he
didn't speak Spanish, and his favorite food was pizza.  But
people always assumed he'd just crawled over the border
because of his appearance!  Had he not been entirely naked
and sporting a mouthful of soap, he might have replied hotly
back to the girl, but in his current position he could only
stare at the floor.

"It's not even a taquito," the 8th grader added.  "Maybe
it's a little jalapeρo pepper – they have bent tips like
that."

"It's not hot, so it can't be a jalapeρo," Emily said slyly. 
"It's more like a donkey turd that got squeezed off as it
came out."

"I like the soap in the mouth thing," the girl said.  "It's
just what most boys need."

Randy, his digestive system upset, suddenly released a brief
but loud burst of gas.  Coloring in anger, Emily glared at
him.  "You think you can fart at me, Fleadork?"  Her hand
swooped down and made a fingertip circle around his scrotal
wrinkles, pushing in sharply until she'd trapped his small,
hidden testes between her fingernails.  Yanking, she pulled
him rapidly down the hallway, so that he had to stumble to
catch up or risk her tearing at his vulnerable balls.

Randy was deposited into the corner chair as soon as they
returned, but not until the soap had been removed from his
mouth and he'd been forced to apologize hoarsely to the
class and Mrs. Rose for failing to complete his assignment,
for lying, and for them having to view his disgusting
privates and bottom during his discipline.  He raged
inwardly at being forced to apologize for lying and
finishing the assignment  -- he wasn't lying!  But with his
vulnerable genitals threatened, he had little choice.  Mrs.
Rose gave Emily wipes to clean Randy's face and chest, which
she did as roughly as possible.  She cleaned his chest and
stomach by facing him toward the class and standing behind
him, working her way down until she was just above his
genital region, then circling his hook of a penis with the
wipe and scrubbing him using the masturbatory motions she'd
seen Chad use two weeks before.  Despite his utter
humiliation at having his penis handled in front of
everyone, Randy's body responded to her touch, and he
engaged in two involuntary hip thrusts while she was
cleaning him.  To his combined relief and disappointment,
however, Emily stopped just as the pressure that signaled
release was starting to build inside of him, leaving his
penis pulsing several times after she released it, much to
the enjoyment of the class.  He was given back his shirt but
nothing else and sent to the corner, where he sat there
staring stolidly at the wall, the soap still burning his
mouth and throat and his insides, butt hole, and butt crack
still burning enough to almost bring him to tears again.  He
was still raging inside at the unfairness of his punishment,
and wondering over and over again what had happened to his
paper in its bright blue folder.