Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 18

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 18
by Chadlad

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Chapter 18: The Anatomy Lesson

Shortly after he'd been changed, Mrs. Rose announced it was time for social studies. "We'll start by handing in the essays I assigned last week," she said. Chad dug into his desk to retrieve his essay, as did most of the other students. Joey's face, however, suddenly went white with fear. Mrs. Rose noted his discomfort right away. "Something wrong, Joey?" she asked.

"I – I- I forgot mine," Joey said. "I, I left it at home."

"Really," Mrs. Rose said, making it sound like a statement more than a question. "And where did you leave it at your home?"

"Ummmmm, I left it by the door. See, I was going to bring it, so I put it by the door, and then my sister must have opened the door and moved it, and, um, I forgot it. I can bring it tomorrow," he added hopefully.

"So if I called your mother right now, she'd find it by the door," Mrs. Rose asked pointedly.

"Ummmmmm, I don't know," Joey said, sounding panicky. "It might have blown away or something."

"You never wrote it, did you," Mrs. Rose said with certainty. "You never wrote it, and you just lied to me when you said you forgot it."

Joey looked like a big, dumb dog whose master was angry. He wouldn't meet Mrs. Rose's eyes. He tried again, "No, really, it's by the door….. I mean, maybe it's in my room ….." he trailed off. She wasn't buying this at all, and he knew his mother wouldn't back him up if called.

"So, another assignment you forgot to do, Mr. Turpin? And do you know how many assignments you've 'forgotten' already this year?"

"I'm sorry," Joey pleaded. "I'll bring it tomorrow."

"That's what you said last time, and the time before, and the time before that. You're always sorry, it seems," she said sarcastically. She paused, and then looked him straight in the eyes. "I think it's time you got something to be sorry about. Stand up, young man!"

Wary, Joey stood up. "Get your nose up to the blackboard, now, young man. I'm going to collect these essays, then I think we'll see if my hand can have more of an impression on you than my threats have in the past." A buzz of electricity ran through the air, as all of the children grasped the teacher's meaning. Joey was about to get spanked! And everybody in class knew that all spanking were now bare bottomed! All of the girls experienced some level of a thrill. Most had dreamed about Joey's masculine physique, and most had also wished to get a glimpse of the things that made the substantial bulge in the front of his jeans. They could hardly wait to compare his boy parts with Chad's and with those of their little brothers and the boys they babysat for. Even some of the boys were rather eager to see how big and well-developed Joey's equipment was, and just how much hair he had. Some of the kids were also wondering if he'd turn out to be a big baby like Chad when the spanking started.

Mrs. Rose finished collecting the papers and sat them on her desk. Then she slowly pulled the spanking chair to the center of the classroom and retrieved her spanking towel and a small box, which she sat on the floor. "Mr. Turpin," she called to Joey. "Please come over here and face your classmates so that you can be properly prepared for your spanking." Turning slowly, Joey shuffled over to where she stood. His eyes glistened and his lip quivered, but unlike Chad he looked resolute and determined. Mrs. Rose positioned him facing the class and ordered him to take off his socks and shoes, as she had done with Chad. Next, his uniform polo shirt was lifted and whisked off over his head, Joey obligingly raising his arms as she did so. Her hands went to the boy's pants button.

Joey glared at Chad over the teacher's shoulder as she unsnapped his pants button, lowered the zipper, and drew the pants down to the boy's feet. Unlike Chad's shameful performance, Joey didn't resist the inevitable depanting. He simply raised one foot and then the other, standing there in boxers awaiting his fate. The class leaned forward in anticipation, taking in his tight stomach, sturdy chest, and hardly indented belly button before settling on the substantial bulge of his crotch that even showed in the baggy boxer shorts. They could already see that Joey had somewhat more than Chad in the boy department, and were eager to see the details.

Mrs. Rose, who didn't mind the opportunity to exam young Mr. Turpin's pubescent body herself, was happy to oblige them. Hooking a finger over each side of his waistband, she whisked his underpants off in one motion. Joey dutifully stepped out of them, and stood there fully exposed in front of the class, just as Chad had the day before. Like Chad, he was trembling slightly and his face was bright red with embarrassment, but unlike Chad he neither pled nor begged, but stoically accepted his exposure.

As Mrs. Rose straightened up to throw Joey's underpants in the box with his other clothes, the class saw his equipment clearly for the first time, and the strong contrast with Chad's parts were clear. First and most obvious, Joey was uncircumcised. His foreskin stretched over the head of his penis, creating a bulge where it covered the head, then tapering to a fleshy point that hung half an inch off the tip. The gaping openness of the tip of the foreskin contrasted sharply with the neat slit that had been visible in Chad's more exposed penis head.

Just as clear, though, was a difference in size. Whereas Chad was lucky to reach a full two inches when fully erect, Joey's member was longer than that even in its currently completely flaccid state. It was also quite a bit wider, and it hung out more prominently because it had to arch out over the boy's bulging scrotum. The latter was where Joey most completely put Chad to shame. The larger boy's scrotum was almost adult-sized, with two good-sized orbs bulging out each side of his dangling penis. His whole package thrust outward, as opposed to Chad's, which had tended to lie flat against his groin. In addition, in stark contrast to Chad's completely smooth groin, Joey had a full complement of curly black pubic hair. He also had a few isolated hairs on his scrotal sack. Sherry, in the back, blurted out what many other girls had been thinking. "Why does his stuff look so much different than Chad's? It thought all boys were the same, just like girls."

Mrs. Rose smiled. "Actually, dear, not all girls are the same in appearance, any more than all boys are the same. Some girls have vulvas that are very narrow and look like tight little furrows, whereas others have vulvas that are looser and partially open. Some have visible clitorises, and other don't. But you're right that boys vary in more visible ways than girls, especially at this age. Perhaps we should use this opportunity to demonstrate some of the ways boys of this age can differ. Mr. Henson, will you please come to the front of the class and stand beside Mr. Turpin?" Reluctantly, Chad stood and walked into position. He had a feeling he knew what was coming next. Sure enough, the teacher quickly positioned his hands behind his head just like Joey's, and pulled both tabs of his diaper, letting it fall to the floor. Even though he'd already been exposed to the class several times, he still hated standing bare for everyone to observe. Now, though, he felt especially self- conscious because of his feelings of inadequacy in comparison to the much more mature Joey.

"Now the first thing to notice," Mrs. Rose said, taking her pointer from the blackboard, "is that Chad, here, is circumcised, whereas Joey, here, is not." She tapped the end of each boy's penis in turn, causing each of their organs to jump in response. The class laughed at the identical responses. "Being circumcised means that this piece of skin that covers Joey's penis and comes to a point was cut off of Chad, probably when he was an infant. But Joey still has his. It covers the head of his penis when it's soft, but when his penis becomes erect as I'm sure it often does at his age, the head of his penis will stick out of the foreskin, and then it will look much like Chad's. He can also pull it back to make the head come out of it. Joey, pull back your foreskin and show the class." Joey bit his lip, then reluctantly lowered his right hand and pulled back his foreskin, partially uncovering the head of his penis for the class to see. Mrs. Rose spoke sharply. "Pull it all the way back, young man, so the girls can see it all." Joey jumped and complied, uncovering the entire head of his organ. Mrs. Rose used her pointer again. "See how the head of his penis looks just like Chad's when it's uncovered? And this little slit in the end is the hole he pees through, just as is the case with Chad." She indicated each boy's pee slit in turn.

She pointed at each boys' balls next. "This is the scrotum, class, where the boys' testicles are found. They have to be outside the body because the inside of the body is too hot for sperm cells to grow. Of course, Chad is much too immature to make sperm cells, anyway, but I'm sure that a mature boy like Joey can. Boys, hold your penises against your stomachs so that the children can see your scrotums more clearly." Both boys hesitantly grasped their penises with thumb and forefinger and lifted them, completely revealing their scrotums. The contrast between the two was huge. Chad's, as was usual when he was embarrassed or frightened, had shriveled to the size of a largish, wrinkled plum bulging gently out from his groin, his little-boy balls filling out each side. But Joey's much larger scrotum hung down a considerable distance, his man-sized testes filling out the bottom and making it swing pendulously whenever he shifted his weight from one foot to another.

Mrs. Rose pointed first at Chad's scrotum, than at Joey's. "As you can see, class," she said, "there are some striking differences between these boys in this area in terms of size. Young Chad, here, still has a little boy scrotum that is only slightly bigger than it would have been when he was three. Its reddish color and the fact that it is a bit bigger than that of a 3-year-old tells us that he is just beginning the changes of puberty. Mr. Turbin, however, is obviously well into puberty and has much more impressive testes. I doubt if I'd be exaggerating if I were to suggest that you could fit Chad's entire scrotum into just one side of Joey's," she noted, to the amusement of most of the class members. Joey stood up straighter and almost looked proud before remembering the circumstances he was in. Then he looked daggers at Chad instead. "Note that his scrotum is also darker than Chad's, and the skin is rougher.

You probably also can see another difference in this area – although Mr. Henson, here," again aiming the pointer at Chad's genitals, "is as smooth-skinned as a toddler, Mr. Turpin," shifting the pointer, "has a number of small hairs growing on his scrotum." She waited a moment for the students to observe the contrast between the two boys, then ordered Chad and Joey to release their penises and put their hands behind their heads. Once they were settled, she continued her comparisons. Rapping her pointer against Joey's triangle of curly black hair, she commented, "As you can see, the more mature male already has an impressive patch of pubic hair. This hair will spread out more as he matures, moving higher unto the lower part of his stomach. Chad, by contrast, has no visible pubic hair at all yet, and may not for some time." She rapped her pointer against Chad's bald groin for emphasis.

Emily leaned forward in her chair at this point, studying both boy's genitals from just a few feet away. "You're right, Mrs. Rose," she said after staring at Chad's crotch long enough that his balls started to itch, "Chad is bald as a baby's bottom!"

Chad blushed, hoping the boy anatomy lesson was now at an end, but Mrs. Rose wasn't through humiliating him yet. "Now turn around, you two, spread your legs apart, and grasp your ankles." Joey looked at Chad with pure loathing. Chad turned around, partly to avoid the anger in the older boy's gaze, and presented his bare butt to the class once again. Joey reluctantly followed, then both boys slowly bent down and seized their own ankles tightly, jutting their two naked bottoms out toward the class. Mrs. Rose observed their positions, then prodded each boy, one at a time, on the legs with her pointer. "Legs farther apart, Chad – you too, Joey. We want your classmates to get a good view." She continued to prod their legs farther apart, until both boy's butts were spread wide open and the class members had an unobstructed view of their tight anuses and the bulges of their scrotums between their legs. Chad's ball sack, as usual, looked from this angle like a wrinkled ping-pong ball had been glued in the center of the inverted V of his legs. Joey's scrotum hung down like a double-sided pendulum, the left ball slightly higher than the right, swaying between his larger thighs.

Another difference was also striking from this angle. Almost half of Joey's penis was visible from the rear, swaying slightly as the boy continued shifting his weight from one foot to another in what was, after all, and embarrassing and uncomfortable position. Chad's small penis what not visible at all through his widely spread legs, being totally obscured by his little plum of a scrotum.

Mrs. Rose quickly pointed out these contrasts. Putting her pointer into service again, she prodded Chad's exposed anus. "This is the boy's anus, or what you kids call his butt hole or other more vulgar terms. It is, of course, the place solid wastes emerge from the body. One of the things you probably noticed right away is that this boy's anus is not as darkly colored as this one's," she said, switching her pointer to Joey's exposed hole, and deliberately prodding it sharply enough to make him flinch. "This is probably due more to the boys having different skin coloring than to their obvious differences in physical maturity. You've also probably noted that young Mr. Turpin has some pigmentation in his bottom crack where his buttocks touch when he is standing, whereas Mr. Henson's inner cheeks are as white as the rest of his skin. I'm willing to bet that this is because Mr. Turpin does a great deal of jogging, and has developed what is known as 'runner's butt.' Runner's butt is caused by the boy's buttocks rubbing together, and is found in boys who run extensively. How much running do you do, Mr. Turpin?" she inquired.

Joey, acutely embarrassed at the public unveiling of a characteristic that he was not, himself pleased to have, muttered, "I do five miles a day. I'm in track."

"See, I knew I was right. Whereas Mr. Henson here has the kind of soft, unpigmented bottom that would suggest that the most exercise he gets is walking to and from the front of the class to have his diaper changed," Mrs. Rose quipped. She shifted her pointer back to Joey's anus and waved it in a small circle. "Those of you who are close to the front can also probably see that Mr. Turpin has a few small hairs sprouting around his anus, whereas Mr. Henson has not yet developed this unsightly male trait due to his extreme physical immaturity." Joey blushed all the way down to his chest at this last remark. People were looking at his butt- hole hairs! He was going to kill that Henson for getting him into this!

"Overall, of course, it is also obvious that this more mature boy's bottom is bigger and more muscular than this little boy's," Mrs. Rose added, waving her pointer first over Joey's bottom and then over Chad's. "Because Joey's bottom is bigger and more muscular than that of the little boy I spanked yesterday, I will be spanking him quite differently. All boys, regardless of age, have the same number of nerve endings running from their bottoms to their spinal cords. The neurons connect there to other neurons that run to the somatosensory cortex in their brains. Every time a naughty boy is given a well-deserved spank on his bare bottom, sensory neurons in his bottom are stimulated where that spank lands and relay that stimulation to his brain. The bigger the area of his bottom that is stimulated, the more pain he feels. Of course, how much pain the boy feels is also determined by how hard I spank him, how tough his bottom is, and by whether a paddle is used and if so what sort of paddle is used. But we won't get into that now."

She paused a moment and studied the two uncomfortable boys still bent over and grabbing their ankles in front of the class. Both were swaying a bit more than before, and were panting from the effort of being bent almost double for a long period of time. Joey was beginning to sweat from the effort of remaining in position, and little beads of sweat were beginning to slide down the space between his buns and gather on his pendulous sack. Chad's anus, on the other hand, had begun slowly clenching and relaxing, almost in rhythm with his breathing, to the great amusement of all the children watching. Mrs. Rose smiled at the boy's discomfort. She'd let the two of them stew in this most embarrassing of positions a bit longer.

She continued her lecture to the class. "The important point is that when I spank a little boy like Chad here, my hand covers a bigger proportion of his little butt with every blow than it would on of a big boy like this one. Watch while I demonstrate." She put the pointer down on the floor and walked between the boys. They eyed her uncertainly from their uncomfortable positions. Placing her left arm firmly around Joey's midsection, she raised her hand and brought it down hard upon the boy's left buttock. Joey lurched forward and briefly lost hold of his ankles, uttering a startled yelp. At a warning look from Mrs. Rose, however, he quickly got back in position. She then walked around the now trembling Chad, and circled his midsection with her left arm. Chad quailed and tried to straighten up, but she merely gripped him more firmly. "Hold still and try to act your age," she said as she landed an equally hard spank on Chad's his left buttock. Chad started to sniffle. She stepped back. "Stay in position boys," she commented. "That is, unless you'd like some more!"

A few tears trickled down the Chad's face as he struggled to control himself, but Joey merely grabbed his ankles more resolutely. Mrs. Rose pointed to each of their butts in turn. A dark pink hand print had appeared on Joey's light brown buttock, and a matching red handprint had appeared on Chad's bottom, surrounded by the pink glow that was still remaining from his recent spankings. "And you can see, class," Mrs. Rose said picking up her pointer again, "my hand print covers almost all of this little boy's buttock, but only about a third of this bigger boy's buttock. Thus, with the same blow I stimulated many more of Chad's neurons than I did on Joey. That is one reason why Chad is now crying a little bit from this one blow, whereas Joey is clearly not. Of course, that's not the only reason. It's also the case that some boys are just bigger babies than others, and cry more easily. In this case, that is undoubtedly also a factor. Stand up and turn around, boys, so the children can see the difference between your reactions to the same blow."

Both boys stood up, their bodies welcoming release from their previous uncomfortable position. They turned to face the class, their contrasting genitals once again on display. "I'm explaining all this to you children, and that includes you two as well, because I want you to understand why the Mr. Turpin here will be receiving a much longer and harder spanking than I gave Mr. Henson yesterday, even though Mr. Henson's transgression was much more severe. The reasons Mr. Turpin's spanking will be longer and harder are very simple. Every time I spanked Chad on his smaller and more immature little bottom, the blows stimulated more neurons that an equivalent spank would on Joey. In order to cause an equivalent amount of pain, so that the spankings are administered fairly, I must spank boys who have bigger or more mature bottoms longer and harder." She looked around the room. "That means that if I were to have to spank Mr. Marco's rather large bottom," she said, indicating the chubbiest of the 7th graders, "he can expect to receive a longer and harder spanking that someone with a much smaller and more childish bottom, such as Mr. Chen." She paused, satisfied with her explanation. Marco looked quite displeased to be singled out as a boy who would receive a particularly hard and long spanking. Turning to Chad, Mrs. Rose said, "we're done with you now Mr. Henson. Please wipe away your tear and hand me your diaper, so that I may put it on you and you can return to your seat."

She quickly replaced Chad's diaper and aimed him toward his row, slapping him sharply on his diapered butt to send him scampering off. He settled into his seat, grateful to no longer be the center of attention, and turned his own attention to the still naked Joey and his upcoming spanking.