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Over the next few weeks the entire Pooch story, as written  so far, will
be reposted. New cahpters will appear each Saturday.  After chapter 12
is reposted, the new Chapter 13 Pooch's Punishment will be posted.
As always I look forward to any comments that you may wish to email me
at thepooch@home.com
Mr. Ed


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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