bullying the bully

Dennis pummeled a kid today, jumping on him and kicking him in the back until he cried. This does happen to be the class bully that he walloped, but it was still inexcusable behavior. I put him in time out on the playground for a long time, long enough that his victim said "he's been in time out long enough, Mrs. Christi; I already forgave him." So I gave him another chance and he pushed the other two boys out of the playhouse. As explanation, he said "it's my shop, and my shop is CLOSED." So he lost his playground privileges. And after the other boys whined me to death: "he won't share (did you know that 'share' can have three syllables?)" and "he won't play with me" (these times not referring to Dennis who was on the Time Out Bench), I made everyone come inside and stretch out on their mats, where I sternly reminded them repeatedly for an hour to STOP TALKING and close their eyes. This part of the job I don't love. I love teaching a class, LOVE IT, but Afternoon Care makes me feel like a worn out hag and is greatly increasing my gray-hair-to-brown-hair ratio. But this is the last week of it!!!!