Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 31
by Chadladcopyright 2006 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 31: Emily's Revenge

All too soon for Chad and Alan, the lunch crowd was returning to class and milling about before the bell that signaled time to settle into their seats. Lindsay, Emily, and Cynthia all stood in the front of the room just behind the three exposed boys, looking critically at their bare butts and making comments ranging in degrees of imagination and crudeness. Karla opened by noting that it looked like someone had been grocery shopping and left an assortment of buns in the room.

Emily pointing to each example, noted that two of the buns were browned, two appeared to have been well-heated, and the other two looked to have been heated somewhat but obviously were in need of considerable more heating. Lindsay then volunteered that she was planning on heating some buns herself in a bit, but that she was sure she'd burn them. Emily replied that she intended to burn the buns she was going to be heating as well.

At this point, Cynthia said, "I don't think Chad and Alan had a very good lunch today. I think they need some roast rump, like Jimmy got this morning."

"I don't know," Emily said slyly. "Jimmy didn't seem to like his roast rump much. How about it, Chad," she asked. "Would you like some roast rump?" She trailed her fingers over Chad's exposed butt, running a finger down his butt crack. Chad stiffened but kept his nose against the wall. "I'm very fond of roast rump," she added when he didn't reply. "Although I like mine very well roasted. In fact, I prefer to burn the rumps I roast." She trailed her finger back up the boy's butt crack.

"I prefer slow roasting the rumps I handle," Lindsay said. "That way you can savor it more." She cupped both of Alan's butt cheeks in her hands, goosing him gently. "What do you say, Alan? Would you like your rump to be slow roasted, so you can savor it?" All around the front of the classroom, children were laughing hysterically at this interchange.

Cynthia gave Jimmy's sore butt cheeks a good squeeze. "I don't think Jimmy liked the way Lindsay roasted his rump at all. I remember him protesting loudly about it." She squeezed the boy's sore bottom harder.

"Hey, stop that! That hurts!" Jimmy protested, turning to face Cynthia and pushing her hands away.

"Mr. CHEN!" Mrs. Rose said loudly, suddenly descending on the protesting boy. "Did I say you could remove your nose from the corner?"

"But, but, but, she was squeezing my butt!" Jimmy protested.

Mrs. Rose circled Jimmy's upper body with her strong left arm, trapping his arms against his chest. With her right hand, she landed four very hard spanks on Jimmy's bare behind, two on each side. She then aimed a 5th, harder spank over the boy's anus. Jimmy yelped loudly with each spank, and stood there red faced and whimpering as she released him, aiming him back against the blackboard. "Any girl in this school is allowed to touch your body when you're in underpants, punishment pants, or bare bottomed for discipline, as long as they don't damage it. That goes for all you other boys as well when you're being punished. The only touches that are not allowed are those that would cause bruising or muscle damage, and those that would break the skin."

"Does that mean we can pinch their bottoms?" Cynthia asked.

"As long as the pinch doesn't break the skin or make a lasting mark, yes you may," Mrs. Rose replied.

"What if a girl wants to pull a boy's privates?" Big Sam asked, thinking about his own sizeable organs and the fact he might be at the front of the classroom some day soon.

"As long as she doesn't bruise anything, draw blood, or cause lasting damage, the boy's genitals can be handled by any girl in this class as well. But remember this applies only to boys being punished. Boys who are fully dressed are off limits. Now let's settle down and get in our seats," Mrs. Rose admonished as the bell rang. "We have naughty boys to discipline."

Against the board, Chad had become flushed and his heart was racing. He knew he was going first, and he dreaded, simply dreaded going over Emily's knees. She was going to blister him if Mrs. Rose would let her. And if she thought she could get away with it, she'd crush his balls. In fact, she'd already promised to do both. He squeezed his butt a couple of times, trying to imagine how this spanking was going to feel. Of course, his movements caught the attention of his classmates, and immediately elicited commentary from Emily, who was now seated in her front and center position at eye level with the boy's butt. "Better keep practicing doing that, Chad," she said evilly. "You're going to be doing a lot of butt squeezing in just a few minutes."

Mrs. Rose called the class to order. "We have a lot of business to attend to this afternoon, class," she began. "We'll start with Jimmy Chen. Mr. Chen, would you please go to the tape line and wait there with your hands behind your head?"

Jimmy slowly turned from the blackboard, reluctantly moving toward the tape. As soon as he turned his reluctance was obvious – he had a raging hard-on. His sausage penis was pointing upward at a 45 degree angle from his body, bobbing in the air as he walked uncomfortably to the tape. Emily looked at him quizzically. "Mrs. Rose," she asked, "Why does Jimmy have an erection?" she asked. "It can't be because he needs to pee – we took him to the potty just a little while ago. And he wasn't touching himself – he had his hands behind his head the whole time."

Mrs. Rose looked at her indulgently. "That's true," she said. "It's possible that the tingle from my spanking him just now did it. But I believe that I saw Cynthia stroking his bottom just a few moments ago, and that may have been enough to trigger arousal in a boy as young as this one."

"Besides, Cynthia has magic hands – remember what she did with Henson," Joey cracked.

"Mr. Turpin, let's not be crude," Mrs. Rose said, but she smiled at his comment inwardly. Perhaps she'd better have a talk with Cynthia's mother – that one was very, very interested in handling the penises of boys, and unlike Emily, her motivation didn't appear to be humiliation, but a genuine desire to give the boys pleasure. Maybe she should have a talk with the girl herself. These girls needed to understand that one gave boys and men pleasure only when they recognized the greater need to provide pleasure for their female partners first.

Mrs. Rose looked at Jimmy's sturdy little erection critically. He cringed under her determined gaze. He hoped his punishment was over for the day, but he didn't like the way she was looking at his genitals. She wouldn't punish him for having a hard-on, would she?

A moment later he heaved a sigh of relief as she broke her gaze and turned away. Jimmy's relief that he wasn't being punished for the moment was interrupted quite surprisingly, however, because as he was looking over his shoulder at Mrs. Rose, Emily rose from her seat, reached across her desk, and batted his penis so hard that it smacked his stomach sharply. Jimmy clapped both hands over his privates and stepped back, gasping "Hey," at the same time.

Mrs. Rose turned at the sound. "Mr. Chen, what did I tell you about keeping your hands away from your genitals?" she asked sternly. "Do I need to paddle you after I tend to these two?"

"But she…" Jimmy started to protest. But then he remembered the response to his last protest when Emily had yanked his dick. "Never mind," he finished lamely. "No, ma'am, you don't need to paddle me. I won't touch it again." He clapped his hands back behind his head and stood on the line, looking innocent. Mrs. Rose brought his box of clothing forward, setting it beside him. She addressed the class.

"Normally," Mrs. Rose began, "the school policy is that a child who has been punished on his bare bottom remains naked for the entire day. But I'm allowing Mr. Chen to get dressed now, because he has an appointment with his doctor in just a few minutes, and his mother is waiting in the office to take him." She paused, scanning the class. The obvious relief on Jimmy's face inspired her to add to her announcement. "Don't think you're getting off easily, young man," she said, addressing Jimmy. "I understand from your mother that she's going to insist on a complete rectal and anal exam for you today, and she also told me that you're due both a tetanus shot and hepatitis A and B shots, and that she's going to insist they be given in your buttocks. She's also going to insist on you being given a hernia exam of the most thorough type."

"I had that," Big Sam said from his seat by Joey. "They try to squeeze your nuts right up into your body. You're going to hurt, man!"

"Oh, and one more thing. Because you're getting dressed two hours early today, you're going to have to spend two hours naked tomorrow morning, plus an extra hour as a penalty for not finishing today. So when you get to school tomorrow, be sure to join Mr. Henson and Mr. Delvecchio at the front of the classroom and undress yourself before the bell rings. If you behave yourself, you may have your clothing back at lunch time."

Jimmy groaned. Not only was he going to have to spend a painful and humiliating afternoon at the doctor's office, but he was going to have to make up for it with even more naked time. No longer so cheerful, he dressed, pulling his underpants on hurriedly and forcing his hard penis down under the waistband. His penis immediately popped up, forcing the front of his underpants out as far as the cloth would stretch.

"Anyone want to go camping?" the girl next to Emily said, loud enough for the kids around her to hear. "Jimmy's got a tent!" Jimmy blushed as the girls in front laughed, and struggled into his shirt and pants. In moments, he was dressed, and Mrs. Rose dismissed him to his seat, where he picked up his backpack and walked gingerly down his row and out of the classroom, wincing as each step cause his clothing to rub his still sore bottom.

From across the space between the two school buildings, a high-pitched boy's voice suddenly was pleadingly loudly. The voice was immediately familiar to Emily, Lindsay, and Karla, who gave each other knowing smiles. "Nooooooooooooo," they heard the boy from the bathroom suddenly squeal. "It wasn't my fauuuuuuuuult! That bad girl made the peepee come out!" There was a pause where the teacher must have been talking, then the boy's whining voice was heard again. "But I don't waaaaaaaant a spankin'! I didn't mean to! It just came out!" The boy's wails continued while he was apparently being forcibly undressed and his bottom and genitals washed off. The 7th grade listened with avid interest as the boy continued to protest during the apparent washing. "Nooooooo! Doooooon't be so rough! That hurts! Owwwwwww! Owwwwwww, you're hurting my poo poo! Owwwwwww!" There was a pause, then the boy suddenly squealed, with a note of indignation, "Owwwwwwwww! That hurts my wienieeeeee! Don't pull so harrrrrrd!"

The 7th graders exploded into laughter, drowning out the boy for a minute. When they'd quieted down, they could hear the 3rd graders chanting something. Emily was the first to make it out. "I know what they're saying!" she said, cracking up. By then, the other kids in 7th grade had made it out, too. Wafting through the windows was the unmistakable sound of 20 young children chanting, "We can see your wiener, we can see your wiener," over and over again.

The boy's voice had quieted at this point. Mrs. Rose guessed, as did most of the 7th graders, that the boy probably was being exhibited facing the class. Chad, Alan, and Joey could especially appreciate how humiliated the little fellow must feel with a dozen or so girls grinning at his genitals. But in a few moments the boy's voice had reawakened, this time an octave higher, in that impossibly high screech young boys manage when their butts are threatened, either literally or figuratively. "No, don't spank me! I don't want a spankin! Pleeeeeeease! Noooooooooooooooo!" The last wail was punctuated by the beginning of a series of well-spaced smacks, the clear sound of a teacher's strong hand warming a boy's bare butt. The boy's squeals dissolved immediately into hopeless sobbing. Chad, against the blackboard, mentally counted the slaps, his own butt squeezing in sympathy with each loud spank. Alan's bottom was twitching in much the same way next to his. The spanking itself was short by 7th grade standards, only 25 spanks by Chad's count, but the boy's loud sobbing continued even after his brief butt warming session, only gradually diminishing. Both Chad and Alan had only one thing on their minds – that was going to be them in just a moment!

Mrs. Rose let the class listen indulgently through to the end of the spanking. When the slaps of a big hand on a small butt finally ceased, she turned toward the front of the classroom.
"We've got bottoms of our own to attend to, she said. "Mr. Henson, come to the tape line and face the class with your hands behind your head. Emily, get the chair and the spanking towel."

Chad turned and walked slowly to the tape line. Unlike Jimmy, his genitals were anything but aroused. His penis was in its usual state of playing hide and seek, looking like the head of a little turtle peeking out of the shelter of his groin. His scrotum was contracted into its large plum state. He was trembling, and his heart was racing. It was going to happen. He was going to be spanked by Emily. Emily, his enemy since first grade, would make him lie over her lap, and then she would hit his bare butt with her bare hand over and over again, trying to make his butt hurt as much as possible and make him cry as hard as she could. And while she was doing it, she'd be holding him by the genitals, where she could pull his wiener or squeeze his balls at will. And he would just have to lie there and take it, and try not to kick or cry too loudly, and hope that she didn't squeeze his balls too hard or blister his butt too much. Because if he didn't hold still or tried to protect his sore butt or his mangled genitals, he'd just get another spanking tomorrow, or worse yet a paddling, probably administered by Emily too. It just wasn't fair! A huge lump rose in his throat, and several tears leaked out of his eyes.

Emily appeared beside him at the front of the room, setting the chair down and putting the spanking towel on it. She walked to Chad's side. "Grab your ankles with your face to the front and your back to the class," she ordered. "I need to check that you're clean before I touch your disgusting butt."

Chad's heart sank. He'd forgotten about being checked for cleanliness. He hated showing his crack and his poo hole to everyone. Really, it was a boy's most private part. People saw your wiener all the time when you were peeing, but no one ever saw your butt hole once you were old enough to wipe yourself. Chad slowly complied, bending down and looking back at her and the rest of the class with obvious fear from between his spread legs. Emily wasn't satisfied. "Let go of your ankles and reach back and spread your butt apart more," she ordered. "I need to see better." Chad reluctantly grasped his own butt cheeks and pulled them as far apart as they'd comfortably go. His tightly pursed butt hole was now on display for everyone in class, his small scrotum also visible where it thrust back between his legs. His penis, as usual, could not be seen.

Emily leaned over and inspected Chad's exposed anus, dragging her examination out as long as she could to heighten the boy's embarrassment. Chad's anus would not remain still, twitching and pulsing with nervousness as the class laughed at each of its movements. Finally, after he'd been on display long enough she could have made an oil painting of his anus, Emily straightened up. "He looks clean enough," she conceded. As Chad started to straighten up, he felt a familiar pressure in his still unsettled colon that quickly built up. A giant bubble of gas was fighting to escape him. He squeezed his butt together as he straightened up, tried to fight it back. The result of that was that, instead of hissing out almost silently, his eruption vibrated his butt and his closed buns violently, making a classic "Brrrrrrrrrpt" sound that could be heard through the whole classroom.

Emily reared back looking horrified, and the class dissolved into hysterics, especially the boys. The look on Emily's face was clearly enhancing their usual enjoyment of hearing a good fart. Most were not fond of Emily, and seeing her farted at was very, very funny. Many of the girls laughed for the same reason, while a few made comments such as "Gross," and "Dis-gus-ting!"

Mrs. Rose spoke sternly over their laughter. "Mr. Henson, I'm going to assume that your outburst was an accident due to your earlier digestive upset, and not a deliberate attempt to get revenge for a well-deserved spanking."

"I'm sorry," Chad wailed. "I tried to stop it, but it just slipped out!"

"I want to paddle him," Emily said firmly, her face red with rage. "I want to paddle him and I want to hold him by his balls and squeeze the life out of them."

"Thank you for you suggestion, Emily, but I tend to believe Mr. Henson in this situation," Mrs. Rose said. "He has experienced serious digestive upset today. Thus, I don't feel additional punishment is necessary. But if any of you other boys are thinking that you might deliberately do such a thing during your punishment in the future, you'd better think again. I'm going to assume that the next person who has a gas attack during punishment did it deliberately and I'll be adding addition punishment in such a case."

Emily's voice rose in frustration. "But it's disgusting," she protested. "What if he does it again while I'm spanking his butt?"

Mrs. Rose turned and walked to her desk, rummaging in the bottom drawer. "I have a solution for that," she said, coming up with a jar of Vaseline and a small, oblong, white object. She walked toward Chad and the front of the class, holding the object up. It was about three inches long, with a broad head on one end that quickly thinned to a smaller diameter. Further down, it thickened considerably, then tapered to the other end. "This is an anal plug, sized for juveniles and other people with small anuses. It slides into the anus until it gets in past the thicker part. The grip of the anal muscles on the thinner section beyond that locks it into place, and keeps everything in until it is removed. It should halt any more emissions from Mr. Henson during his spanking. Turn and face the front wall, again, Chad, and bend over and spread your bottom like you did a minute ago."

Chad complied, looking sideways at her standing to one side as he once again exposed his most private area to the class. Mrs. Rose dipped the end in the Vaseline, covering it thickly. "Mr. Henson, I'm going to slide this plug into your anus to keep you from releasing any more gas during your spanking. If you will cooperate by pushing outward as if you were trying to defecate, it will slip in fairly easily and with a minimum of pain. If you fight me, on the other hand, and try to tighten your anal orifice, inserting the plug will probably hurt a great deal."

"What do you mean, deflate," Chad asked, anxious to avoid any more butt hole pain.

"Not deflate, defecate. It's the proper word for what you children vulgarly call pooping." Mrs. Rose explained. Several boys giggled. Mrs. Rose fixed them with a steely glare, and they subsided. She steadied Chad with her free hand and held the greasy plug up to his anus. "Now push like you're trying to defecate," she said, applying ever increasing pressure to the boy's orifice. Chad's first impulse was to squeeze his hole tighter, but that immediately caused pain as Mrs. Rose pushed in more firmly. He forced himself to relax, pushing as she had instructed. The plug suddenly slipped in, causing sharp pain as the thick part slipped in. The pain tapered off immediately as the plug seated the rest of the way in. It wasn't just uncomfortable, it hurt. It hurt more than the peg chair by a considerable margin. But it wasn't screamingly painful. It felt like having a hard poo trapped partly out of his hole, Chad decided. It hurt and he wanted it out, but pushing it out would hurt more. Mrs. Rose had him straighten up, but his butt cheeks stayed slightly spread over the hole because of the head of the plug.

Emily settled herself into the spanking chair, placing the towel neatly on her lap. She looked sideways at him, smirking. "Come on, Chad," she said sweetly. "Come stand beside me so I can restrain you properly and get you over my knees. I'm ready to spank your naughty little butt now."

Chad had no choice but to turn and stand beside Emily, who eagerly seized his scrotum and squeezed more than firmly. Chad yelped and clapped both hands over hers. "Emily," Mrs. Rose said. "In this case I don't think it will be necessary for you to hold Mr. Henson's scrotum at the beginning of his spanking. Given the only moderate severity of his offense and the limited severity of the spanking you'll be giving him, I think restraining him by the penis should be sufficient. Of course, if he becomes resistant in the middle of his spanking, you can adjust your grip to include his scrotum with his penis, but for this spanking do not restrain him by his scrotum alone."

Frustrated, Emily gave Chad another squeeze before releasing his scrotum. She attempted to grasp his button-appearing penis between her thumb and forefinger, but found that it repeatedly eluded her grasp. She looked up at Mrs. Rose. "I can't get hold of it," she said. "It's too small."

This pronouncement caused loud laughter throughout the classroom. Chad blushed with shame. Now his wiener was too small to grab! He'd be "Microdick" the rest of his life! When the laughter died down, Emily went on. "Since I can't get his little penis, I guess I'll have to hold him by his bag, Mrs. Rose," she said, reaching for Chad's plum-like sack.

Mrs. Rose stopped her hand. "Just a moment. I think it's only fair that we give Chad a chance to make his penis big enough to be used for restraint first." She looked Chad in the eye. "Young man, if you don't want to be held by just your scrotum while being spanked, I'll give you two minutes to make your penis big enough that your spanker can grasp it." She looked at her watch.

"What do you mean?" Chad squeaked.

"She means you have to jack off your tiny little d- um, I mean your tiny little penis until you make it bigger, dope," Joey said mockingly. The class roared with laughter again.

"Crudely put, Mr. Turpin, but essentially accurate," Mrs. Rose said. "You don't have to do anything at all, Mr. Henson, but if Emily can't grasp you penis at the end of," she looked at her watch, "one minute and 45 seconds, I'll allow her to grasp you by your scrotum instead."

Chad's mind raced with indecision. Should he do nothing, practically guaranteeing that Emily would crush his balls during his spanking and subject him to horrific pain in addition to the pain in his butt? Or should he submit to the humiliation of masturbating himself to graspable size with the whole class, including all those girls watching? He froze in indecision. Should he chose certain horrible pain or certain incredible humiliation? "One minute and 30 seconds," Mrs. Rose pronounced.

Chad looked at Emily. She was smirking at him, her hand repeatedly making a squeezing fist, as if she was already anticipating the pleasure of squeezing his balls. He made a decision. His right hand shot to his groin, where he began yanking furiously at his tiny button with his thumb and forefinger. The class, meanwhile, went into hysterics. "I can't believe he's doing it," the girl next to Emily's chair said to her neighbors.

"I'm surprised he can find it," the girl by her replied. Committed to a course of action, Chad tried to ignore them, working feverishly to get a rise out of his fear-shrunken organ. Changing techniques, he started circling his index finger round and round the tiny organ's head as fast as he could. The class laughed louder. Come on, he thought. Come on. You get hard all kinds of unhandy times, like when I'm wearing a swimsuit, and when I'm being diapered! Come on! Of all the time not to be able to get it up!

Finally, as Mrs. Rose was announcing, "Thirty seconds," his penis twitched and began elongating, allowing Chad to get his fingers under the head and tickle the sensitive skin behind it. The greater stimulation helped, so that he'd actually managed an almost full blown erection when Mrs. Rose announced, "Time's up."

She looked down at Chad. "It would appear that Mr. Henson has produced a sufficient amount of length for you to utilize to restrain him now, Emily," she pronounced. "Please take him over your lap so we can start."

Disappointed that she wasn't going to get to start off by squeezing the boy's balls, Emily grabbed his erect penis with a yank that hurt both the head of Chad's erect organ and the base where it entered his body, and forced him over her knees. Her fingernails bit into his penis head uncomfortably and the base of it burned, but it was more tolerable than her previous grip on his balls, Chad realized. He was grateful her anger wasn't being spent on his more delicate organs. He'd deal mentally with the humiliation of having masturbated himself to erection in front of the class later.

"Do you have him properly settled?" Mrs. Rose said to Emily, as she fussed about forcing him to bend his butt more and spread his legs wider by tapping his thighs in various directions. Finally she looked up and nodded to Mrs. Rose. She couldn't keep the broad smirk off of her face as she gave Chad's penis a hard squeeze. "Chad Henson, you engaged in inappropriate behavior by urinating in an inappropriate place, and you also violated my explicit instructions by urinating while undergoing diaper punishment. Accordingly, you shall be spanked by this classmate with the bare hand on the bare bottom in front of your other classmates until I decide that you have been thoroughly punished and have cried sufficiently. Emily, you may begin his spanking."

It was every bit as bad as Chad had anticipated. Emily put everything she had into each spank, so the first spank stung viciously, the second unbearably, and the remaining ones like successive branding irons suddenly being applied to his butt. Also, she possessed reasonably long fingernails that trailed across his butt as she lifted her hand after each sharp spank, irritating the inflamed skin from that spank and the others that had landed previously with each spank.

Despite his determination to be tough and not give Emily the pleasure of knowing she was hurting him, he cried out on the 2nd spank, and was squealing and bawling by the 10th. He didn't care that it was Emily's hand that was burning his butt and that he was being thoroughly humiliated in front of his class, he only cared that his butt was on fire, and he couldn't get away. She was also yanking his penis viciously every few spanks, keeping his torso glued to her lap. His hands and feet weren't glued to her, though, and he soon was kicking and flailing his arms like a small child, while orally begging her to stop.

"Owwwwwww! Owwwwwwww! Not so haaaaaarrrrrrrd! It hurrrrrrrrts! Owwwwwwwweeeeee!" he squealed between sobs, as Emily stopped spreading her spanks around and began concentrating on the centers of each of his glowing buns. "Noooooooooo, not theeeeeeeere! Not theeeeeeeeeeere! Owwwwwwwwwwww!" he managed to sob as she shifted to spanking directly over the butt plug. He wiggled his torso a bit at the pain, and Emily chose to interpret the slight movement as resistance and an attempt to escape on his part. She considered that an invitation to grasp his balls in her fist and squeeze hard, at the same time landing 5 successive hard spanks right over the plug. Chad's legs shot straight out, his back arched, and he let out a blood-curdling squeal at the unbearable pain on both the front and back sides of his underpants region. On the 5th spank aimed right at the butt plug, as Emily was preparing to grind Chad's ball more viciously, Mrs. Rose stepped forward and caught Emily's spanking hand. "That's enough, dear," she said loudly. "He's been spanked sufficiently, and his crying is completely out of control. Release his genitals and rub his bottom until he regains some control over himself."

Giving the two tiny orbs in her fist one more vicious squeeze, Emily reluctantly released the boy's balls and began vigorously kneading his bright red bottom. Chad sagged over her lap, bawling uncontrollably, completely beaten. Emily smirked at his state. It had been great fun! She'd finally gotten to beat the little creep's butt, and listen to him squall like a 2-year-old while she did it. She remembered back in summer camp between Kindergarten and 1st grade, when they'd been at the public pool. Her bikini bottom had slid off as she climbed out of the pool. Children were pointing and laughing all around, but the one she remembered most vividly was little Chad Henson, staring at her bare butt with a disgusting smirk on his face. At least her back was to him, so she didn't think he'd seen her privates. Still, she'd run crying to the changing room and refused to come out for the rest of the day. Ever since then, all she could think of when she saw his stupid face was him grinning at her bare butt that day. (Had she ever asked Chad about it, Emily would have discovered that he only vaguely remembered seeing a kid's bare butt at the pool that day, and he wasn't even sure if it was a boy's or girl's butt, let alone that it was Emily's. But of course she'd never brought the embarrassing issue up.)

Ever since that day, she'd longed to make Chad feel as humiliated and embarrassed as she'd been that day. But more than that, she wanted to hurt him! Actually, she wanted to hurt all boys, with their nasty little dangling boy parts that they thought were such hot stuff, and their smug little faces! They were always strutting around like they owned the world, just because they had those little things in their pants. Well, she'd certainly put Chad in his place, and she'd certainly made an impression on his little things! She'd loved the sharp crack of her hand on his soft, bare flesh, and the firm feel under that surface softness of his hot buns as her spanking of them had progressed. His howls of pain were music to her ears. She kneaded the boy's butt more viciously, using both hands. She'd loved the feeling of his little balls in her fist, and him struggling to escape while she ground them together! She couldn't wait until she'd get to spank him again, or maybe even paddle him!

Leaning forward a bit, she spread the boy's sore butt, looking to see how deeply her spanks had penetrated. Over the butt plug, redness entered almost to the boy's hole itself. She wished she hadn't had to stop. Her hand stung quite painfully from the strength of her blows, but it was clear the boy's soft butt stung considerable more. It was amazing how vulnerable a boy was when he was lying butt up over you lap! You felt like you could do anything to him!

Still massaging the boy's sore bottom, she glanced around the room. She'd love to spank Chad again, or even better, paddle his bare butt. But looking around the class, she realized there were several other boys she'd like to have a chance to work over, too! That Jimmy Chen, for example! Right now his chair was empty, but he was right at the top of her list. She'd love to get his fat little ball sack in her grip and then blister his little bottom just like Lindsay had gotten to do! And Alan Delvecchio – too bad it was Lindsay's turn now. "Emily the Priss," he'd called her. She'd like to Emily the Priss him, on his bare butt! And if she ever got her hand on his long, skinny dick, he'd find out how hard she could yank! Better still, she'd like to get her hands on that plump, dangling sack. Then he'd learn there was nothing prissy about the way she could squeeze!

Her gaze traveled to Randy Martinez and Sam Farlow. Now there were two interesting possibilities. Both were small boys assigned, along with Chad, Jimmy, and Alan, to the DAs for future punishment. She had nothing in particular against Sam Farlow besides the obvious fact that somewhere in his pants he presumably had a penis and scrotum, but Randy Martinez she felt a burning hatred for almost as strong as that she felt for Chad. Back in the 5th grade, when she'd come to school with her first training bra, it had been Randy Martinez who'd been standing with his friends as she walked by, feeling self-conscious. It was Randy Martinez who'd said, "Look who's got tits all of the sudden," as she'd passed by. It hadn't even helped that the playground monitor had overheard his remark, and he'd been soundly spanked by the third grade teacher on the seat of his pants as soon as recess was over.

She didn't even remember his tearful sobbing during the long, hard spanking and his contrite apology, when he'd finally gotten control of his voice long afterward. She only remembered the remark. (Afterward Randy didn't even remember which girl he'd said it to, but Emily would never forget.) Now there was a boy she'd like to get over her knees! She'd smack his brown little butt until it was as beet red as Chad's was currently. She wondered what his genitals would look like. Would he be circumcised like Chad, Jimmy, and Alan, or uncut like Joey? Would he have a big package like Joey's, or a miniature little dicklet like Chad? And what color would it be? Alan was lighter skinned than Randy but had dark brown genitals – would Randy? Would his disgusting butt hole be dark brown, too? And Sam – he was so impossibly white, with his blue eyes and blond hair. Would his butt be that white, too? Would his genitals have any color at all? Would he have a pink butt hole, even pinker than Chad's? She smiled evilly at Sam and Randy, sending cold chills down their respective spines. As both boys suddenly shifted uncomfortably in their respective seats, she gave them a wink and pointed to Chad's sore, red butt. You're next, she mouthed silently.