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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


The Infirmary

Gradually her mind began to return to the real world. The world that had
so quickly filled with unpleasant 
realities. Pooch first sensed her position. She was kneeling on all
fours her belly supported on a flat surface 
of some sort. her tits hanging over the end. There was soft padding
under her knees. She felt something foreign 
running through her nose and going down the back of her throat. Memories
of what had happened to her 
before fading to black began to return, confirmed first by the burning
pain in her breasts and then the 
throbbing of her feet. Pooch tried to adjust her position  but besides
getting reacquainted with the stabbing 
pains in her shoulders and posterior  she  found her wrists and ankles
to be securely cuffed to what she 
assumed was the floor. Being blindfolded denied her the knowledge of
where she was. Since all was quiet she 
assumed she was alone.
Her mind began to put together the clues to form an idea of what was
going on. She felt rested so a fair 
amount of time must have past since the caning. Pooch remembered the
raging thirst she had felt and that 
was gone too. The tube in her nose must have been supplying her with
water. There was a feeling of relief 
that she was not in the pit and that steps that had been taken to give
her some comfort. she felt somewhat 
reassured that Marla intended to keep her around for longer than she had
previously feared. Still, there was no 
reason to be optimistic about the future. Marla had made her position
very clear. If she was going to be 
allowed to heal it would be only so that she could be dragged back to
the mouth of hell all over again. For 
now all she could do was savor this quiet time and replay in her mind
the events of the recent past.
The clicking of heels ended the peace all too quickly.
"Welcome back to the world of the living", Marla announced her presence.
Pooch immediately felt her stomach tense.
"Isn't this exiting, our first time alone since you have become my
property. The thought that I can do anything  
I want to you and you have to take it is positively intoxicating though
I imagine it must be quite different for 
you. Oh well, I guess the other neat thing is I don't have to give a
shit about how it feels to you". Marla was 
absolutely giddy.
"I'll fill you in on your present situation in a minute  but first I
picked up a new toy at Maxis this morning. 
Actually it was a bunch of new toys but I just can't wait to try out
this one. Beg me to whip your udders 
Pooch."  
"Would mistress please whip my tits, please", responded Pooch in a soft
trembling voice.
"You know Pooch I thought that you were a lot smarter than you have
shown lately but you really are turning 
out to be one ignorant cow. Let's go over the still unpunished
infractions that you have rung up since last 
night. We begin with begging Ed to  let you go. That involved attempted
escape, talking out of turn and 
moving from position. You then looked Shandra in the face and she had to
slap you to reestablish her control.  
You then pulled away from Greta and talked out of turn to her. You
failed to gather all your cloths together 
after being instructed to. You see you forgot the little maid outfit,
and then you lied about it when I asked if 
you had put everything into the box and you said yes. You pissed
yourself. And now not only did you do a 
totally unsatisfactory job of begging, you failed to refer to yourself
in the third person, as I had clearly 
instructed you , then you had to be a smart ass and call your udders,
tits. You will pay dearly for all of these 
infractions. Now since you're such a dumb ass I'm going to explain this
to you. You are not a human. Human 
women have tits. I have tits. You have udders. Women have vaginas and
pussies you have a piss hole. Women 
have ass holes or brownies you have a shit hole. Do you think you can
remember all that"?
"Yes mistress". Tears had begun to well up in Pooch's eyes.
"Good, now try begging again and remember that when you're told to beg
you better do it like your life 
depends on it because it just might".
"Please, please, please, oh mistress, with all my heart I beg you,
please whip Pooch's sinful and vile udders. 
Please whip Pooch's udders, whip those udders nice and hard. Oh, please,
please whip those sagy, ugly 
udders". She cried real tears all the way through. She was begging her
new owner, a woman 10 years younger 
than herself and in possession of what had been her man. A woman who
actually hated her was now her 
owner. Pooch caught a glimpse of herself as she must look to her bitch
owner Marla. She was begging her 
owner in the most frantic and sincere way to whip her breasts. Breasts
that had just hours ago been pierced by 
red hot darning needles and the nipples crushed by vise grips. When
Pooch saw herself do this, through her 
minds eye, she grew very sad. Pooch saw herself and what she saw was a
pathetic creature that had been, to 
pardon the expression,  totally whipped.  A pathetic limp rag being
manipulated by Marla. She had given up 
her pride and dignity to the sting of the lash. and she was yet to be
punished for her misdeeds, except for one, 
and that had almost killed her. Pooch  had no right to expect any less
severe treatment the next time she was 
punished and there would be many sessions coming up.
Marla laid into Pooch's dangling breast, the lash curling around the
slave girls left side and then snapping on 
untouched skin just below the nipple. Pooch was not gagged and she
bellowed out the most god awful scream 
that filled the room to exploding.
On the end of the very small whip was a metal tip and a wire, made of
very strong but flexible and fatigue 
resistant metal, connecting it to the handle. A soft rubbery plastic,
instead of the traditional leather was 
braided around the wire. The flattened metal tip allowed the pocket
sized whip to hit with the impact of a 
much longer all leather whip. It felt to Pooch like her tit, o excuse
me, her udder, had just been ripped open by 
a bull whip.
This was the reaction that Marla lived to see. It sent goose bumps down
her spine. She wondered if she could 
do as well on her next stroke. 
But first she wanted to hear Pooch beg again now that she knew how the
little whip felt.
"Pooch I am giving you a direct order", said Marla in a strong matronly
voice. "You are to beg again to get 
your udders well whipped  or I'll just give them 50 of the best. If I
were you I'd beg real good".
Pooch could swear that her left breast had been ripped in two, and she
was a woman with ten years of 
experience in getting her breasts whipped and that's not counting the
years she had done it too herself.
The pain from the first blow was still increasing..
"Mistress oh most holy mistress. Mistress most fair and just,. this
pathetic piece of trash of a slave, not worthy 
of eating your shit begs you to whip her udders. Oh most perfect of
perfect mistresses please whip Pooch's 
evil, foul, udders. Please whip them so they bleed. Teach  them a
lesson, not to be so ugly. Please, please most 
holy mistress.". Not a single shred of dignity remained to cloth her.
She would do anything to avoid the whip 
especially on her tits.
When Marla heard the plea she was again thrilled with her power.
She wondered how far she could go in making Pooch beg even harder to
have her tits whipped as her tits hurt 
more and more. The second lash didn't miss the nipple. Certainly the
second scream was more hysterical than 
the first.
Just one more, Marla thought to herself. She decided to extract maximum
performance from her slave and 
when the wordless screams died down Marla screamed right back but with
words.
"That was the poorest most useless begging I ever heard. I'm going to
give you just one more chance to move 
me to mercy or you get 50.  NOW BEG"!!!!!
By now Pooch's tears flowed in a steady stream. 
How could she debase herself to a point so low that she would not get
the lash? She knew Marla would 
probably whip her no matter how she begged but she still had to try. 
"Please mistress Marla, please whip Pooch's udders, please whip them
hard and make Pooch scream. Pooch 
will do anything mistress Marla if you would just discipline her aching
udders. Oh please use the new whip to 
rip open Pooch's naughty udders and show Pooch that you are really her
lord and mistress. Please Pooch begs 
you to show her, her place beneath the soles of your shoes. Please her
udders need whipping so
bad, oh please mistress Marla, please, please, please".
Pooch could hear her new lord and master walk over to her left side. Her
hanging breasts shook has she waited 
for the high pitched but quiet whistle of the horrid little whip. The
agony of her left breast was soon shared by 
her right as the metal tip buried itself in the outside side of the
udder. Again the room was filled with her 
scream though  it wasn't quite as loud. It wasn't because of lack of
effort but because her voice was starting to 
go again.
Marla wondered if Ed could hear his former girl friends screams as he
worked in the garage. She hoped he 
could. Marla's sanitary pad was now wet with her own lubricating juices.
"There, there, there, Marla patted the now bawling slave on the head.
"It's OK I'm not going to whip you any 
more. I just couldn't wait to try this little whip out. It really works
well doesn't it"? I'm going to have it with me 
all the time. It's small enough that when it's coiled up it fits into
the palm of my hand". 
Marla cupped the slaves breasts in her hands weighing them and examining
the damage.
"You know the little whip left some pretty nasty marks but their pretty
small and only one stroke left a break 
in the skin. This will be perfect". 
"Anyway I promised to fill you in on your current situation. You are in
the infirmary. As I am sure you are 
aware, steps have been taken to position you in a way that your wounds
could best heal while maintaining  a 
high level of restraint. In this position you should be able to move
just enough to prevent pressure sores and 
joint damage and you should be able to sleep. Right now you must think
it's a lot better than the pit which is 
were you expected to be, were you will indeed spend a lot of time. You
are here only because Steve thought 
you were going into shock and with the damage to your feet and rear
having to stand in the pit might have been 
too much for your body to handle so we cleaned you up, inserted a tube
into your stomach for food and fluids 
and brought you here. Now you may think that you want to stay as long as
possible. I want you out of here as 
soon as possible and I don't want you looking for ways to end up here.
This is where the "healing machine" 
comes in.. This machine will encourage rapid healing and discourage you
from wanting to be admitted. I am 
now going to hook you up".
Marla pushed over a small stainless steel cart with some electronics and
a long but narrow dildo with a curved  
narrow flat bar attached to the base along with a bundle of wires. Marla
picked up the dildo and liberally 
coated it with electrically conductive grease. She then squatted beside
her slave and slid it into her open cunt. 
"Relax  this is quite narrow and it wont cause any damage. It is long
though, and it goes right up to your 
womb". When inserted the bottom plate followed the curve of  Pooch's 
crotch from her clitoris to the front 
edge of her anus. "Now when I turn this ring small, spring loaded, 
metal probes will emerge from all over the 
dildo and butt up against your inside surfaces. Since the probes are
angled backwards the dildo cannot be 
removed while they are extended".
Marla turned the ring and Pooch felt the spikes but up against the
entire length of her vagina. It was an 
unusual sensation but it wasn't painful. She was sure that would come
soon enough. Probes also extended 
from the plate along her crotch. 
"There,  that's all it takes to hook you up", said Marla. This unit will
stay in at all times while you are in here. 
You may not have noticed but a catheter has been inserted into your
bladder to take care of your urine  and 
this plate only runs up to your shit hole without covering it so you can
shit without removing it".
"Now I'm going to explain the healing machine to you but first I'm going
to get myself another bottle of wine". 
Pooch heard Marla walk away.
Pooch could not believe the effect of the little whip on her punished
breasts. They had become the new center 
of attention. The little whip had brought tear wrenching pain each time
it hit her delicate breast. and being 
blindfolded and unable to asses the damage Pooch imagined a three inch
gash deep into the meat, so intense 
was the pain. If she had been able to see the real damage she would have
seen a rather angry welt  with a broad 
purple area at the end but nothing really severe. It began to sink in
that she would feel this every day as  just a 
prod to urge  her along to better performance. This wasn't even a
punishment stroke. How would she survive in 
such a hostile atmosphere and to make it worse Marla was making herself
drunk and she knew, from her 
experience with Ed, that when she was drunk she would be a lot less
inhibited when it came to inflicting pain. 
Seeing Ed drunk had terrified her. He had always hurt her much more when
he had been drinking.. Now 
Marla, her new owner, was purposely getting drunk so she could be  more
vicious and have more fun. Marla 
terrified her almost to the point of immediate panic. Pooch wondered
what would happen to her pussy. What 
would that thing do? Would it stab her? Would it rip her? Would it shock
her? She couldn't see the control 
panel. She knew that what ever it did it would hurt her badly. 
It was an hour before Marla returned. She had to go to the supermarket
to pick up more wine. Marla brought 
home a mini keg. It was enough for an entire weekend and she brought it
with her into the infirmary.
Pooch couldn't see that Marla had stripped entirely naked except for her
shoes.  She had replaced her sanitary 
pad with a tampon. She had the little whip wrapped around her neck. like
a necklace. 
Marla could not believe how good she felt. She could now live out all
the fantasies that she had only dreamt 
about. She had the perfect slave and Marla would show the world how well
she could train Pooch. The only 
methods she would use were personality striping and pain avoidance.
Slaves that had been stripped of their 
personality responded better to the simple pain avoidance technique. The
fun thing about this technique was 
that although at first, there was a clear positive correlation between
the intensity of the pain and the subjects 
compliance, after a point, as the pain increased the subjects behavior
no longer improved But the great part 
was that it didn't get worse so the only danger was to apply too little
pain. It was better to err on the side of too 
much pain.  All you wanted to do was keep the subject conscious. Up to
the point of unconscious anything 
goes. 
"I didn't tell you but I control your bladder too. If I unclamp the hose
you pee otherwise you can't.. Go ahead 
Pooch, try it".
Pooch tried to pee but saw she couldn't. 
"I can use that hose  to send material into your bladder and not just
out.  If I forget to drain you, you will 
suffer extreme pain in your bladder  and then kidneys. And you aren't
allowed to even let me know you're 
suffering. Right now, in case you are wondering  I'm recycling your pee
through the feeder tube. 
When it comes to your bowels, they're under enema control. You figure it
out. Since you're now conscious I'm 
going to withdraw the feeding tube and you can eat and drink through
your mouth. You'll get a bowl and it 
will go on a shelf below your head. You will eat like a dog. You will
finish anything and everything that is put 
into your food bowl or you get punished ".
Marla continued, "you will soon find out how the healing machine works.
For you the great thing is that you 
don't have to do any thing, the machine is totally automatic. All you do
is lie back and scream. At least until 
your voice gives out. As your voice gives out the pain doesn't. It just
gets worse. Now I'll just turn it on and put 
it in calibration mode"
Marla flipped a switch on the control panel and waited while she watched
Pooch.
At first Pooch couldn't feel anything. As the power output of the
machine increased she felt a tingle in her 
vagina and instinctively jerked back. Marla entered this output level as
the lower minimum. Gradually the 
machine kept increasing the power. The tingle grew stronger and more
distinct. The muscles throughout her 
nether regions began to contract. She wasn't in pain yet but she was not
comfortable either. 
"Now let's test your ability to handle stress. You will count backwards
starting at one hundred like this, one 
hundred Mississippi, ninety-nine Mississippi, ninety-eight Mississippi
all the way down to one. If you don't 
make it all the way down to one then at where ever you lost count that's
how many strokes you'll get with my 
little whip. You can count as fast as you wish just don't loose count".
Pooch obeyed the order and started counting back. By now her insides had
entered into great discomfort. Her 
clit was starting to hurt as did her anus.
"One hundred Mississippi, ninety-nine Mississippi, ninety-eight
Mississippi", she counted as fast as she was 
able. 
"Eighty-seven Mississippi owww, eighty-six Mississippi owwww"! Her
muscles were now at maximum 
contraction and the pain was changing in nature from the pain of severe
cramping to the pain of constant 
waves of electrical shock. This was her first experience with electrical
torture. She would learn that it is 
something to which you never get used to. If anything,  you learn to
fear it more with each experience. 
"Seventy-five aughhhhhh Mississippi aughhhhhhh!!! Seventy, seventy-four
miss aaaughhhhh Mississippi 
aaaauuughhhhh". Pooch was really struggling not to give in to the pain.
She just had to get down to one and 
avoid the whip. 
Marla paid no attention to the actual count. All that she was waiting
for was for Pooch to totally loose the 
ability to talk. She was waiting for nothing but scream. 
"Six aaaaaghhhhhhh ty-six owwwwwww miss owwww is owwww i aaauuughh  pi,
sixty owwwww two 
Missies aaaaaaauuuuuughhhhhhhh pi, sixty-five oooooooooooooooowwwww",
she had now completely lost 
track of the count as her mind was abandoned to the pain.
"Fif aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhh"!!!!! 
Marla had found her next calibration point. It was where the subject
cannot see anything but the pan. 
The intensity  kept rising. and rising.
Pooch's entire body began to convulse uncontrollably  crashing and
jerking against the block to which she was 
attached. If she hadn't been blindfolded her eyes would have been seen
trying to pop out of her head. 
Marla had reached the final calibration point, maximum level. She
switched the machine to automatic. The 
current stopped. 
The room was quiet.

"You know Pooch", Marla said. That dildo looked harmless enough so I
asked Ed to help me try it on myself. I 
told him that I would insert the dildo into myself and while I held on
to the bed post he would turn it up to 
about half the current that you got and turn it off. If I screamed STOP
he would turn it off right away".
"I yelled stop at about the time you had counted down to ninety-five. 
But Ed was feeling cruel and he didn't stop till the machine had reached
the maximum level we had agreed on. 
I almost went out of my mind. I haven't forgiven him yet. 
I had yelled stop, and I had meant it, at one quarter the level that you
just took. If I had got what you just got 
the cleaners would have been scraping me off the walls. You are one hell
of a pain slut".
Pooch was still shaking uncontrollably. Every nerve in her entire body
was roaring. What had she just been 
through.? She couldn't go through that again. She had to tell Marla that
she couldn't take that again. She 
preyed under her breath. Prayer was the last thing she could do. Any
time she was not being beaten she was 
preying.. She still believed in God.
The light glistened off the sweat covering Pooch's body. Her heart rate
was still one eighty. "Oh God", she 
prayed, "please, please, please God, don't let me go through  that
again". Her nose  was red and running, her 
eyes were swollen from crying.
When Marla touched Pooch's cheek with the palm of her hand Pooch jerked
back violently. It was a reflex 
taken to the extreme by the state of her nerves.
"There, there, there", Marla chided. 
"You'll be all right. You felt the whole range there weakest to
strongest. Usually the machine  wont get up to 
the maximum".
Pooch didn't like the sound of the word, "usually"? Was Marla  implying
that these shocks were going to be 
frequent things? God help her, Pooch thought, if she is..
"The healing machine is set to come on all by itself at random times and
random intensities, so you never 
know when to expect the next healing session. On average though", Marla
went on, "it will come on about 
once every four hours. The machine tries, from information gained from
sensors in the dildo device, to turn on 
when you are asleep. It will remove a lot of the pleasure that you might
get from sleep, when you know that the 
sooner you fall asleep the sooner you will feel the electricity. When
you're finally so tired that you can't stay 
up any longer any little disturbance will cause your mind to jolt you
awake thinking it's the start of the next 
session with the electricity. 
Now just to show you that I am not completely heartless, and realize
that sometimes you end up here through 
no fault of your own,  the machine will, again I must emphasize on
average, perform at lower intensities early 
in your stay. As your stay gets longer the maximum intensity will go
higher and stay there for a longer period 
of time. Needles to say  I have set the minimum level of intensity for
any session at about double what I could 
voluntarily take.  You already felt the maximum. It might stay at
maximum from two seconds to two minutes. 
At maximum I don't expect you  to stay conscious for more than ten or
twenty seconds, but you will rarely get 
the maximum. The machine is powered by batteries which can be charged
from solar panels if conventional 
electricity is cut off. When you are in here Pooch, you wont escape the
healing machine. Just remember, it will 
start as a tingle and then keep climbing at a steady rate, and it can
start at any time"
When Pooch heard those words every fiber of her being agreed that no
matter what the cost she had to get out 
of here. Anything was better than this. She had to show Marla that she
was almost healed. Yes Pooch was sure 
that she was fit enough to work. .
The machine was working already.
As if knowing what Pooch had just been thinking Marla asked her, "did
you feel any healing effect from the 
machine yet?" 
Pooch nodded to her mistress enthusiastically and said "Yes mistress I
did, I feel better".
Pooch heard the whistle, followed by the crack and the sting, of her
mistresses little whip. It landed in her 
armpit and Pooch's. entire right side convulsed as she, unsuccessfully,
tried to hide her armpit from the whip. 
Marla struck the same spot quickly, a second time, as if to underline
her point.
"I didn't tell you,  you shit head,  that you could blab. All that
question wanted was some indication  of a yes 
or a no. A nod of your empty head would have been enough, at most a -yes
mistress-. I didn't ask for your life 
story. From now on if it is possible to answer a question by nodding
your head that is what you will do. I 
won't hear your horrid little voice for days, except for the screams of
course".
New panic set in for Pooch, how was she going to show her mistress that
she was OK?
"You know what Pooch", Marla sounded almost gleeful, "I bet I can punish
you for your blabby mouth 
without hurting the healing, right here and now. That would be better
then letting theses infractions pile up, 
now wouldn't it"?
Pooch moanfully nodded.
"Let me think about what I could do to you? All the large areas of your
body that are exposed have pretty 
much been beaten to a pulp and that's why you're hear healing, so your
back, but and udders are out. I've got it. 
The perfect punishment for a poor student like you, and being in the
position  you're in you won't be able to 
forget it as long as you're in here.  Did you ever get the strap when
you were in school?
Pooch shook her head.
"Well around here students that had earned the strap got it on the palms
of their hands. Your hands are 
wonderfully sensitive and because not as much force is necessary to
produce a remedial effect as, say. on your 
back, the healing is much quicker. Don't worry. I realize that you are
not a young impressionable student but 
an old and stupid slave so a lot sterner measures are needed to leave a
lasting impression. Let me think about it 
while you have your first meal as my slave "
It had been a long time since Pooch had eaten any real food. A while ago
she had been quite hungry but recent 
events had resulted in a loss of appetite.
Marla pulled out a sliding shelf from inside the block to which Pooch
was attached. It extended just below  
the level of her head. She then scooped out a measure of course meal
from a bag labeled "pig chow" to which 
she added scrapes from a plastic bucket brought up earlier from the
kitchen. It had contained some potato 
peels, apple core, chewed up meat gristle and fat, some carrot tops and
other scraps. The bucket was labeled 
"Slop". Some white liquid was poured from a plastic jug over everything,
then Marla placed the bowl on the 
shelf right under the slaves chin. 
"I hope you like it. I've done a lot of research on a suitable diet that
was completely nutritious and yet cost 
almost nothing. This is what I came up with. Believe me you will be
eating healthier than anybody else in this 
house. If you don't like it, well, you'll be eating it anyway. It's all
you will eat. In fact I talked to Ed about it to 
make sure there are no little treats behind my back. Now dig in and
don't forget what I told you earlier about 
eating everything placed in your bowl. You have five minutes. When you
are finished I'll have some dessert for 
you".
Her mistress had given her  five  minutes to finish and Pooch was
determined not to earn any more 
punishments. The cold gruel had a faint fishy taste but mostly it was
just very bland. The bits of leftovers 
reminded her of how food was supposed to taste, still, it was a great
deal better than her last meal. She was 
especially surprised how good the bits of fat tasted, something that she
had always been meticulous about 
throwing away in the past. If it wasn't exactly good, at least it was
filling. 
Marla again patted Pooch on the head as she licked the bowl clean. 
"Good slave ", cooed Marla. "You ate up your slop very well. Now because
this is a special occasion  I am 
going to give you dessert. Usually to get this treat you will have to
perform exceptionally well. It's the biggest 
reward that you will ever get and I expect that you will show the proper
appreciation and enthusiasm". 
Marla removed the feeding bowl, pushed back the shelf , pulled back the
slaves head by her hair and planted 
her hairy snatch in Pooch's gapping mouth.
It tasted a bit fishy too. 
Maybe, Pooch thought, if I do a real good job eating her pussy  Marla
will take it a bit easier beating my 
hands. 
She tried  to show all the eagerness and enthusiasm in the world. She
worked her tongue, and her lips and her 
teeth. She moaned and groaned and made slurpy sounds.  She made Marla
cum and cum again. 
For Marla there was now a bit of a dilemma. She knew that she had told
the slave that this would be a rare and 
special treat but she really wanted it every day. When it was available
any time she wanted how could she deny 
herself.
"All right piggy that's enough". Marla stood back. 
"It's time". She tried to speak in a loud stern voice. In the voice of
the strict mother. Yes, that's what she would 
pretend to be a strict, belittling and intimidating but beautiful
mother. And Pooch would be her very 
delinquent  daughter. Marla released the slaves right hand from its
binding. 
"Hold your hand straight out in font of your face. I want the palm
facing the ceiling fingers extended straight 
out and curving back,  Spread your fingers a bit. A bit more". Marla
continued.
"You are to maintain that hand position no matter what happens save for
five seconds after every blow. During 
those five seconds you can do whatever you wish with your hand. No force
could stop you anyway. Your hand 
must be back in the position it's in now within five seconds, as judged
by me. I don't care if the bones are 
sticking through the skin and your fingers have been severed, the hand
returns to position and waits for the 
next strike. Remember, I can always make things worse, no matter how bad
off you think you are. Also 
remember that you have brought this on yourself. You haven't learned to
keep your mouth shut but I promise 
that you will". 
Pooch didn't get a single bit of material she could use to prepare
herself. The slave didn't know what was 
coming, how many or how hard. What she got was a picture of a hand with
missing fingers and broken bones 
sticking through the skin. 
Her reflexes took over she started shaking. Keeping her hand even close
to still was impossible. 
"The perfect slave would now be thinking", "I must make sure I don't
talk too much again. I failed and I deserve 
the punishment that I am going to get". "How far away is that, from what
you are thinking, slave"? Marla 
asked.
"Far, mistress", came the response.
"Were you thinking about yourself?, like, how much is this going to
hurt"? 
"Yes mistress".
"As a slave that's the last thing you are supposed to think of. Do you
see now how you deserve this"?
She nodded her head. She saw why she deserved it, she just couldn't make
herself feel guilty.
Marla pulled the quill of a large feather across the slaves outstretched
palm at the same time that she slammed 
a two tail taws onto the floor, knowing she would hear the crack before
feeling the feather. Her brain would 
connect the two and there would be a great overreaction. It was a Greta
trick.
Pooch's hand flew back her fist clenched, A shout of pain left her lips.
"AWWWW". 
Marla fought back the urge to laugh.
Pooch assumed, without thinking, that the pain wasn't as big as
expected,  because the nerves of her hand had 
been cut by the blow. With great trembling and tears flowing down from
under her mask, the slave put back 
her hand so that it could receive the next blow. She heard Marla confirm
her worst fears.
"Looks like there's a little more bleeding than I thought there would
be", and she drooped a couple of drops of 
warm oil onto her hand. "I'm sure that you'll keep it. Remember that you
must be punished, not for what you 
did but so that you will do the right thing the next time a similar
situation comes up".
WHACK!!!!, the belt hits the floor again. This time Marla dropped oil
from a dropper bottle at the same time 
she passed the quill over the slaves hand.
Now Pooch knew that her hand had suffered nerve damage and that Marla
had opened large cuts on it.
Not wanting to risk the illusion Marla replaced the slaves hand in the
wrist cuff and freed the other one, 
making sure the recuffed hand was on a puddle of oil and honey mix..
"I think I'll use another whip for this hand".
This time Marla connected across the slaves outstretched hand with
moderate force, enough to raise small 
welts across the entire width".
The intensity of her scream was a lot greater.
"Damn that was a bad stroke"!!, cussed Marla.
The slave had confirmation that the reason her left hand hurt more than
her right was because it wasn't 
damaged as badly yet. It took a lot of nerve to stick the hand back out,
it stung so badly. In fact the pain shot 
right up to her arm pit . 
This time Marla struck the arm of a reclining chair just inches away
from the slaves face, so the sound would 
be similar to the sound when Marla had struck her hand. She drew the
quill and oil over the hand at the same 
time.
The slave now knew that both hands were smashed.
Marla refastened the left wrist so that the left hand also lay in a
small puddle of oil and honey.
"I would avoid moving those hands or putting any pressure on them for a
couple of days at least". warned the 
strict mother Marla
The slave whimpered tearfully, straining to keep weight of her hands.
What would happen next? 
What an idiot, thought Marla..


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