Date: Thu, 29 Jul 1999 14:47:52 EDT
From: LIRAVENSMC@aol.com
Subject: Delivering Andy Part 3

Chapter 3.......

    There's a fine line in most things in life. Poverty and excess, love and
hate, good and bad, fantasy and reality. The line is exponentially thinner
when you approach pleasure and pain. As you approach that threshold it gets
blurrier. I find myself precariously teetering  back and forth across the
threshold not knowing where it exists. Paul, my newly discovered
master/trainer/caresser/punisher, continues to drag me across it like a
seasoned tour guide. One moment euphoric bliss exploding through my being,
the next jarring synapse signal overload rips across the void snapping me
back. There is still a portion of the void that lingers even as I land.

    I have just had one of the most shattering orgasms of my life. Pushed
further than I ever thought I could handle, forcing my body to convulse
against my will or control. Paul had the control over me and my body-total
and absolute. My cock still throbs and drips as I squirm to get away from the
assault that starts making me quezzy. The rush of climax slipping away as the
endorphin rush of the pain wave crashes over me making my body shake. Paul
digs his strong fingers into my pecs' muscles making me scream and plead for
it to stop. He continues without concern for the pain he's causing.

    Then it stops. He's let go. I crumble away from him wincing. Panting.
Tears running down my face.

    "Puppy needs to learn not to mess the floor when he get excited," Paul
chides  then gives me a forceful kick in the ass causing me the stumble
forward. I land in the mix of my hair and jism. I am either unable or afraid
to move to right myself. I wallow for the moment to catch my breathe and
composure.

    "Get up," he commands cold and sharp.

    I struggle to comply and slowly rise up. I get a hard slap across my
exposed ass. The sting makes me jump. I stand stock straight at attention.
Paul is beginning his circle around me. I can only imagine what he sees. I
can feel the cooling cum where it rest on my body. I can feel the hair that
begins to itch at me where it clings to my sweaty body. By the amount I see
on the floor i know I'm nearly bald and I feel the air conditioned air on my
scalp. I'm a mess I wouldn't give the time of day. I feel worthless before my
new handler.

    "My dog knows better to mess inside. Of course even he needed some
correcting at first. With him it was a rolled newspaper across the snout.
Quick and clean. He got the message. Of course that really isn't practical
for you," Paul says at me. I die a bit more.

    "You need to be corrected now or you might not remember why and that
would not do, CORRECT?" he menacingly says.

    "Yes Sir. I need to be corrected now, Sir!" I snap back. I wonder if I
can take what he could do to me.

    "Get your ass over here." he sternly commands, pointing at my chair. He
turns it's back toward me and says, "Bend your ass over that and spread your
legs."

    "Yes Sir!" I respond.

    Another line, fear and thrill.

    I assume the position as instructed. I struggle to get my legs free of my
bunched pants. My shirt has slipped off and I stand there only clad in my
socks and dress shoes. I grip the chairs arms  as I lean over it's back that
supported my lower chest. I hang my head low preparing for what i think is to
come.

    Paul walks around me leering and "tsk-ing" his lips. I don't dare look up.

    Paul stops behind me out of my view. Then I feel his hand grab hold of my
wrapped scrotum and pull them back. They're tight and struggling against the
harness wanting to shrink back inside me to safety. Then he reaches further
and pulls my half hard dick down. My genitals are completely exposed. Paul's
hand trails up my crack and pets my butt. This unexpected caress makes me
fear for the coming discipline I know is sure to follow. He pulls away and I
immediately want his touch back.

    "Why are you in this position?" he coarsely asks me.

    "Be cause I messed the floor, Sir!" I quickly respond.

    As I get out the last syllable I feel the first contact. His flat
spit-wet hand strikes the soft flesh of my ass cheek. The sting is immediate
and I wince and stifle the yelp.

    Without pause, Paul continues, "And who does that?"

    "Puppies Sir!" I answer. Again the slap is made and I hear it as much as
feel it. It lands on the opposite side of my ass. The sting feels ad bad as
the first. I suck air and breathe through the shock.

    "What types of puppies?" he presses.

    "Bad puppies Sir!"  I answer. A louder slap and a bigger sting. More
breathes.

    "Why?!" he barks back quickly.

    "Because there too excited Sir," is my answer and I tense expecting the
blow that is to come. One second then another pass and there is no reprisal.
I relax.

    I'm jarred by two hard swift slaps much harder than those previous. I let
a grunt escape.

    "Never... Flinch!" Paul emphasizes.

    "Sorry Sir!" I quickly apologize.

    "Let's begin again. Why are you being disciplined..." he begins again.
Over and over he presses the lesson. As it goes on, my ass begins to send me
conflicting info back to my brain. I can only think of it like the paradox of
dry ice. My ass is simultaneously on fire and oddly cold. It is again
hypersensitive to the cool air and it feels like goose-bumps will form at any
moment.
I continue answering his lesson questions and receive my reminder for each.

    After he heats my ass for a good time, he switches gears and ups the ante
even more. He stops for just a moment and snickers lowly. I hear him dragging
something off the table top. I here him test something against his palm. I
know the sound from doing it many times myself. I feel a thrill pulse through
me at the thought of what was about to be done to me

    He slaps my inflamed ass once and leaves it there for me to feel and
identify. It's coolness makes my flesh quiver. It is cool. Metallic but
flexible to a degree. Its our office ruler. 24 inches of brushed stainless
steel, almost 2 inches wide. I can almost play it like a tree saw off the
edge of the desk when bored. . I would never have imagined my toy might be
used in such a manner as Paul was about to.

    "Why are you in this position?" he again asks me. He starts the lesson
over again and whacks my sore ass with the ruler each time I respond. I can
especially feel the edges of the ruler sting as it crisscrosses my ass flesh.
My ass is made hotter with each smack. It's not as loud as his hands making
contact but the effect is more intense over a more concentrated area.

    He continues drilling me and administering to my ass. "‘I was a bad puppy
Sir.' ‘I messed the floor Sir,' ‘I got too excited Sir," I respond over and
over as he heats my ass to the boiling point. Slap after slap rings through
the office. My legs shake from the tremors my ass is triggering from the
pain. I'm breathing heavy and feel the cool sheen of sweat that has broken
across my skin.

    Paul stops and there's an uneasy silence that fills the office. He runs
his nailed finger over my inflamed butt. It feels like a knife cutting into
the taught flesh. It's a light grazing motion that stings like nothing I've
ever felt. It feels as incredible as it does damaging. As his finger finds it
way into the rather unscathed crack and across my pucker, it spasms trying to
grab his digit. He teases it as he continues his trails. I'm recovering and
he's allowing me for the moment.

    "Hmm, puppy likes his hole played with doesn't he?" Paul says silkily.

    "Yes Sir. Puppy likes it Sir," I respond needily.

    "We'll see if you deserve it soon enough pup," he says to me.

    I feel a wave of giddiness at the though that he'll take my ass as his.

    Paul grabs hold of my sac with his other hand and give it a shake. I
realize that my cock is getting hard again. The shake gets harder and my orbs
send a tingle of discomfort in response. I find that it is not a entirely
uncomfortable a sensation. As he shakes them, my cock get a bit of it and
drags ever so slightly against the chairback. I can feel it filling again to
full hardness.

    Paul stops and just lightly tugs them down. It teeters me on that boarder
of pain/pleasure yet again. Then he does something I never would have
expected. The shock nearly buckles my knees. While steadying my sac with one
hand he began tapping them with the ruler.

    "Ahhhh!" I cry out at the shock.

    "BREATHE through it! Paul barks. He sets into a steady rhythm of taps. My
cock drools as I jump from the charges he's causing. He's playing with me
again, testing my control. I'm tripping to and fro over the threshold.

    Every once and a while he slips in a slightly harder tap. I'm getting so
into the impulses and sensory overload but struggle to hold myself back. Paul
pushes me further. He releases my sac. He continues the taps a bit slower and
carefully now that they're dangling free and react to my slight quivers.

    "So far, so good pup," he encourages me.

    Then he goes for broke. I find out what happened to his free hand. I feel
the flick of his finger against my yearning asshole. I clench down on my
teeth and white knuckle my hands on the armrests. I'm in ecstasy at the
attention my anus is finally getting. It twitches as the taps alternate
between balls and asshole. I breathe deeply forcing myself to slow down the
wave that is taking me, trying to clear my head. I don't know how much more I
can take but steel myself as much as possible.

    Paul stops on both fronts and I am relieved and saddened. "Good Pup. Very
good," he says.

    "Thank you Sir," I gasp.

    "Pup's hot again and ready to pop again, huh?" he coos seductively.

    "Yes Sir. I am ready when you say so Sir," I quickly respond.

    "You'll get your chance ONLY when I'm ready to let you." he snarls. Paul
abruptly jams a thick dry finger past my anal ring. I again let out a yelp at
the intrusion. He starts working my hole with his finger and spits on my ass
to give it some lube which makes his finger feel that much better. He
stretches it with another finger and really works to loosen it more. He knows
how to do it too. My ass it sucking in his fingers and doesn't want to
release them as he pulls back. I can't help but moan at the pleasure he's
giving me.

    He breaks my revelry with a sharp smack at my ass which I had almost
forgotten was sore. He keeps up his ministrations and disciplining. and I'm
lost in the maze he's causing. Then in a moment of clarity, sudden and brief,
I hear it. Slow and drawn out. It rings loud in my ears. Every tooth of his
fly as it passes through the key rings in my mind and I know what's coming
and I know that for every moment of bliss I'll pay for it with a equal amount
of discipline.

Continued.
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