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From: edwardt@interlog.com (Mr. Ed)
Subject: Pooch's Story (Part 3) by Mr. ED (BnD, SM, Slave, MF/F)

This is my first effort at fantasy literature. Constructive criticism is 
welcome all other will be disregarded.  
The story is bondage and discipline based. If this is not your cup of tea  
please read no further   
  
POOCH'S STORY      Part3  
Marla's Tune  
Ed stood well back from Pooch's left Side. He held the strap in his right 
hand straight down so that the end  
rested on the floor. He took a small step with his left foot followed by a 
large step with his right his strap  
arm windmilling over his head and then speeding down as he bent at the waist 
to add every last bit of  
velocity. The sound of the air passing through the holes in the strap quickly 
went from a low "whoosh" to a  
high pitched whistle.  
The strap crashed right across the center of Pooch's back. "Pooch entered 
another world where the only  
reality was pain and the only thought was please, please stop. Her body 
tensed bruising her hips over the  
cross bar even more, but this she didn't even feel. What she felt was a wide 
strip of skin being ripped off her  
back and she screamed over the bit. The skin immediately turned crimson with 
dozens of tiny pale circles  
where the holes in the big boy were.   
"Not bad", said Marla, "but could you slow down your arm until it's on the 
way down and then give it a  
sharp pull. It will increase to tip velocity".   
Pooch couldn't believe it. She was loosing her mind after just one stroke and 
here was Marla coaching Ed on  
how to make the next stroke hurt her even more. If she could have changed her 
earlier decision she would  
have now.  
The second stroke landed over the strong muscles of her shoulders. He had 
listened to his lover and the  
result was a higher pitched whistle, a louder crack and a more desperate 
scream.  
"Good job Ed. Now give it about half a minute to let the pain peak".  
As the scream died down to a loud sob stroke number three landed just above 
the base of her buttocks.  
Pooch was in total panic. Her heart pounded as to be visible from across the 
room. She was  
hyperventilating, sweating, her nose ran like a faucet and she was praying 
for the end, any end.  
"Now go back and hit her over the middle of the back again. I bet that will 
get an interesting reaction".   
On the forth stroke Pooch went hysterical. The scream didn't stop. Maybe, she 
thought, if she screamed as  
loud as she could without stopping it would convince the two of them that she 
just couldn't stand another  
blow.  
"I told you it would get a reaction". Marla had her feet up and had started 
to finger herself left hand  
underneath the robe while the right hand held her glass. "Now come down fast 
in between the three spots  
you've already got, and see if you can get a higher leg kick before stepping 
into the stroke".  
The two loudest cracks followed one right after another. Pooch's body looked 
for a stronger way to express  
it's desperation. She  evacuated from every hole she could expel from. Her 
nose ran, her eyes, wept her  
empty stomach sent up acid, her bladder gushed forward a broad stream of 
urine and her bowel shot out a  
massive turd followed by a gush of gas. She hung quiet, able to fight no 
more.  
"You don't allow this, do you Ed? I thought she was better trained".  
"This is going to cost you dear" purred Marla.  
"Why don't you release her Ed and then snuggle up to me on the chair. Pooch 
has a mess to clean  up and  
there's no reason we shouldn't enjoy ourselves while she does".  
"Pooch dear, you are going to have ten minutes to eat up all the piss, snot, 
barf and shit that's on the floor.  
The floor has to be licked clean. If it takes more than ten minutes it will 
cost an extra stroke for every  
minute. When you're finished and the floor passes my inspection we will start 
again from the beginning. I will  
not put up with this sort of bull shit. I strongly recommend that you never 
try this again. Oh, don't chew the  
shit, just bite off and swallow. I want it sitting in your stomach as long as 
possible".  
When Ed unhooked the wrist cuffs Pooch slumped over the cross bar. Rest, just 
please give me a second to  
rest she thought. The ankle cuffs and gag were removed but still she couldn't 
force herself to move.   
"The clock has started. I suggest you get your ass in gear or you are going 
to be a lot sorrier than you  
already are", said Marla.  
Slowly Pooch brought her legs together and pushed of the bar. Her back was 
still on fire and the muscles  
ached so much. Much of the skin was going a dark maroon color and swelling 
from the bruising.   
"You better catch the end of that river of piss before it spreads too far, 
shouted Ed".  
Pooch got on her hands and knees and crawled over to were it was flowing 
pursed her lips and started to  
suck in the vile fluid off of the slimy floor.  
"Work that tongue to get into all the bumps", said Marla, and use the back of 
your tongue and not just the  
tip. I want you to get all of the taste. You have nine minutes left".  
Marla was now sitting on Ed's lap with the judges robes up over her hips 
showing nothing underneath but a  
thick broad thatch of black hair and sheer black thigh high stockings leading 
to black stiletto pumps. Ed was  
busy fingering her, spreading her juices over her thighs and bush, sliding 
his hand over the glorious, long  
stockinged legs. As they sipped Moet & Chandon Ed and Marla were in heaven. 
As Pooch worked her way  
along the floor, tongue scrapped raw, slurping, licking and finally 
swallowing her own feces, she was in hell.  
After every swallow she wanted to retch and every swallow was harder to keep 
down  as her belly filled with  
excrement. When Pooch was down to tonguing out the bumps in the floor Marla 
told her to use her hair to  
finish cleaning up and then go back to the bar.  
"Nine and a half minutes" Marla said. "you finally did something right. Now 
lets see if you can behave better  
while you're being whipped".  
Ed lifted Marla of his lap and put her back down in the recliner while he 
went to reattach the slave. She  
winced as her back was bent and she was stretched towards the wall. Although 
a lot of the sting was gone  
her back ached and was extremely tender. The stroke of a feather across her 
back would have brought a  
yelp. The taste in her mouth and feeling in her gut had her fighting back 
nausea all the time. Ed didn't put the  
gag back in her mouth.  
"Now dear", said Marla, "you can count this as your first lesson in real 
discipline. You're not going to be  
gagged. Ed is going to start the whipping from the beginning. I know you 
won't have the self control to keep  
quiet but you will count each stroke after it lands and ask for another, 
HARDER!, one. DO I MAKE  
MYSELF PERFECTLY CLEAR!!", Marla shouted.  
"Yes mistress".  
"If you fail to respond or loose count we will start over again. Ed, give her 
about thirty seconds between  
lashes to give the slave time to respond. Go ahead.  
The first blow crashed across the small of Pooch's back and hurt more than 
any of the previous cuts but she  
had something to concentrate on other than the pain. She did reflexively 
scream but collected herself to say  
"One. May I please have another, harder one". She started crying.  
"Remember Ed, she asked for a harder one".  
"I'll do my best to oblige my lovely pain junky". He struck with all his 
might. Blood started to ooze from  
spots  that the strap had overlapped.   
Pooch fought to keep control.  
"Two. May I please have another, harder one", she sobbed.  
By the fifteenth stroke Pooch's back was a raw, bloody, inflamed mass that 
might have gone through a  
butchers mechanical meat tenderizer. Blood was running down her sides and 
dripping on the floor. Her face  
was wet and swollen from crying and her throat was hoarse from screaming.  
"I think that will be enough for tonight", intoned Marla as she wiped her 
slimy hand on the chair arm. "I  
don't think she really feels it anymore, and I went her coherent for court.  
Why don't you put that giant ice  
bag on her back to keep down the swelling and you and I will go for a 
nightcap".  
"Good idea" said Ed. He left to get the bag.  
When he returned Pooch was screaming once again as Marla massaged tea tree 
oil into her open cuts. "I  
know this hurts dear, she said, but it's amazing stuff. You'll thank me for 
it later. I got it just for you". Marla  
finished the back rub and Ed threw the saddle blanket sized ice bag over 
Pooch's back.    
  
  
  
 


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