[b]Uber Carry Part 10 – Disciplinary Measures[/b]

Kneeling beside his boss's desk, head lowered submissively, Perry held one of the Rottweiler's massive, bare paws in his hands, while the other one had snuck itself beneath the hem of his shirt to find a cozy, warm place to rest. Now it was gently pressed to the tabby cat's soft belly and Perry shuddered pleasantly when he felt those big strong toes flex against him, dull claws scritching through his dense fur. The fond gesture told Perry that his boss was appreciating his work down there. It felt so good and warm to be esteemed by Mr. Hollard!

Longingly the smaller cat pressed his lips back into the deep fold of the dog's toes to repay the man's affection with a loving kiss, while his thumbs firmly rubbed over the big, supple main pad. The tan fur in this dark corner was already damp and Perry's mouth was filled with the taste of wet dog, but he didn't mind. He loved his boss's musky, powerful aroma! "Hmmph..." Eagerly he squeezed his tiny tongue between Hollard's meaty toes, bending his neck awkwardly to reach this deep, just so his boss wouldn't have to move an inch to enjoy his service. It tasted a bit earthy and rank, and the short, coarse fur prickled over Perry's rough, barbed tongue as he twisted it left and right to honor every corner of his superior's paw. This man deserved his full commitment!

While the servile feline worshiped his lowest parts, Hollard was leaned back in his executive chair, his phone propped up on his thick belly. First he had occupied himself with skimming through a draft contract, then read a few articles in the newspaper, before simply enjoying the the show at his feet with a good cigar. Perry had been at work down there for quite a while now, but not once had he complained, or asked permission to stop. He just continued devotedly to make out with his ol' paws. And he was good! Perhaps not as skilled as the fox – yet. But definitely twice as enthusiastic. Perry was probably the best addition to his work force since Limon started here back in the day. Speaking of which, his chief accountant should arrive any minute now...

The sound of an opening door made Perry flinch slightly with his tongue buried between his boss's toes, but he immediately relaxed again and went on to slobber over Hollard's sole. This office was a safe place. Whoever came in - without knocking even! - probably had the Rottweiler's consent. If Hollard didn't feel like ending his service session, then Perry would dutifully continue. It was probably only Limon anyway.

The cat's assumption turned out correct. The small fennec walked up to his boss, a thin file under his arm. He didn't even pay attention to the groveling cat as he handed the document over. "Here's the report you asked for, boss," he said, waiting a moment expectantly, huge ears perked. But the dog ignored him the same way he had ignored Perry and instead flipped the report open right away. The fox waited a moment longer, then turned silently to leave.

Perry, meanwhile, obediently continued his work. Nothing but his boss's command could stop him from caressing these paws. Not even his sore tongue, or the strain in his stiff neck. Fuck, a little pain was nothing if it meant he could comfort this man!

"What the fuck is this?!" The reclined Rottweiler suddenly asked in a bitter tone, slapping the report with a paw.

Limon, already holding the doorknob, stopped in his way and turned. "The quarter balance report you asked for," he stated flatly.

The dog growled softly. "I can read that myself, you smartass. What I'm saying is that this report is horse shit!"

"What do you mean?" Limon questioned, now returning to his boss to address the grievance. "I put this report together myself, it's flawless."

"You call this flawless?! Look at the fucking positions. The numbers don't add up. This is garbage!" Perry twitched startled when the report Limon just brought in landed beside him in the trash basket with a dramatic clatter. "Double check your stuff next time before you present such crap to me! God, what am I even paying you for?"

The tiny fox puffed up, leaning ostentatiously against his superior's desk with one paw. "I did double check this!" he declared, pointing down into the trash bin. "Nathan took a glance over it too. The report is accurate! I don't know what you're fussing about."

To that the irascible Rottweiler rose from his seat, ripping both his paws away from the cat still tending to them. He lunged forward and grabbed the much smaller fennec by the collar of his neck. Yanking him closer, Hollard practically lifted Limon off his paws as he barked into his face. "What was that?! Remember who you're talking to, fox!" He bared his teeth, staring down the struggling fennec in his grip. "I am the boss here. What I say goes! And if I tell you that this report is garbage, then it's garbage. And you won't object me like a petulant pup!"

Cowering under the large desk at the sudden outburst, Perry watched helplessly while Limon's small, white paws kicked through the air, serching vainly for the floor. "Alright, alright. Sorry, boss! Don't get yourself worked up!" the fox pleaded, clutching at Hollard's wrist to pull himself up. The words didn't placate the angered dog, though. Limon was roughly shoved to the floor and only barely caught himself on all fours.

"You insolent, little cur!" Hollard growled as he lifted his right leg from the ground. His broad paw came down forcefully on Limon's back and sent the fox flat onto his stomach with a dull thud. He groaned, but Hollard's paw didn't leave his backside. Instead it positioned itself on the fennec's lower back. Then the two hundred pound Rottweiler leaned down, burdening the skinny guy with his bulk. "I'll teach you some damn respect!" he muttered as he took hold of Limon's red tie. When he got up again, Hollard lifted his other paw from the ground and brought it down right beside his other one on Limon's slim back.

"Hmrrrgh... Agh! S-stop!" Limon gasped as his boss stepped up onto his back. The tiny frame creaked and popped under the massive canine, Mr. Hollard's broad heavy paws crushing the fox's midsection flat to the floor. "Ghnnnrk!" Eventually Hollard rose back up to his intimidating height, standing full weight on his much smaller employee. He still held Limon's red tie in his hand and pulled it taut. With force! "Glrk!" The poor fox chocked immediately as the knot around his neck tightened. "Gha! L-let go..." he demanded desperately, but Hollard pulled so hard on the makeshift leash that Limon's body was yanked upwards.

"I have been running this company since you still shit in your diapers," Hollard spoke sounding oddly calm, considering what he was doing right now. "I've had more quarterly reports pass through my hands than a know-all clerk like you could ever put together. So don't you dare lecture me about how a fucking balance sheet has to look!" His voice grew louder and fiercer as he went on. So did his grasp around the strangled fox's tie. While the Rottweiler's entire body weight held Limon's lower back down, the rest of his torso was pulled up without mercy.

"Hrrch... Yes, yes! I get it boss, grrck!" Limon gasped as his claws dug into the carpet in a vain attempt to escape his boss's wrath. It looked a bit like he was trying to crawl away with a boulder resting on his crushed back. "Gha! Stop it already. I said I'm sorry!" But Mr. Hollard was unrelenting. He pulled harder still and stretched the fennec's neck in the process. "Mrrrgh-p-please..."

Unfazed, Hollard went on, "This is my company, my trade, my office. The numbers you push around all day are my capital. Every Dollar hard-earned!" He intensified his force once more, seriously scaring the cowering cat under his desk now. "So you will treat me with some damn respect, fox, you hear?!" Perry saw how the dog was flexing his toes to dig his claws into Limon's flesh. The fox hissed, teeth grit, while his scrawny ribs popped. "Next time I tell you your work is shit, you genuflect, kiss the ground I walk on and beg my pardon like your job depends on it, because it might very well be! I'm already contemplating to demote you in order to teach you a degree of humility. I've been lenient with you, Limon, but don't try my patience!"

The fox only gasped for air, his back crooked terribly far backwards at a steep angle. One of his hands left the carped to fish helplessly above his head. He eventually found his tie and tried to pull it down to ease the strain around his neck, but of course he was no match for a Rottweiler more than trice his size! Hollard simply held him up with one hand. "Gnn-khrfff...!" The fennec wheezed hoarsely, his by now deep red ears folded back distressed. "Arghk! G-god, Hollard... Ahh~ You're breaking my fucking spine!" he cried out desperately, his fightback subsiding as he seriously ran out of air.

Though at that moment Hollard released the tie, allowing Limon to flop back down to the ground harshly. The fox gasped for air, coughing, as he pulled at the noose around his throat. Then a loud, pained shriek followed when the dog stepped square on his upper back. Literally all air was crushed out of Limon's lungs as his thin ribs popped under the enormous weight. The shriek turned into a guttural, retching groan as Mr. Hollard carelessly walked over his subordinate to return to his desk. Perry had to look away at this point, afraid that the delicate desert fox wouldn't recover from such a cruel ferocity.

"Now drag your sorry ass out of my office and redo this stupid report," Hollard commanded as he sat back down in his big executive chair with a sigh. "And when you return, I expect a more humble approach from you, fox!" Limon didn't answer, though the sound of a wailing someone dragging themselves over the carped suggested that he was heading his boss's will.

"Tcha-hmmphf..." Since he had partly retreated under Hollard's desk, Perry was caught by surprise and didn't have any space to dodge when the settling Rottweiler suddenly shoved both his paws roughly into the cat's face, squeezing him down into the leg space of the desk until Perry was wedged there. He didn't complain, though. Instead Perry carefully propped Hollard's heavy heels up on his palms to continue where he had left off earlier. His boss never told him to stop, after all, so the boy quickly pressed his rough tongue right back against the dog's warm pads. He lay a bit uncomfortable with his back pressed against the desk's front and his head tilted awkwardly up so that he could caress the demanding paws. But again Perry didn't complain. Not when his boss was this irate! He didn't want to share the fox's fate, after all!

The loyal tabby cat continued his lowly task for quite a while, pampering first the right paw, then the left, then the right all over again. The office was quiet, Hollard strangely calm. From his cramped position, Perry couldn't see his boss entirely, but he didn't seem occupied while he had his paws licked clean. He just sat there. Until the gruff Rottweiler eventually did speak up.

"I wanted you to see this."

Small, round ears perked, Perry glanced up for a second, then pressed his sore tongue right back between his boss's toes. He swallowed, unsure how to react, and noticed how dry his throat was already. Eventually Hollar went on.

"I want you to understand that I can't and won't tolerate laziness, incompetence, or insubordination. I'm running a company here. Slacking workers will be disciplined and brought back on track, so this enterprise can thrive." He paused a moment, not bothering to take his feet off the cat's face. Then he continued calmly, "Do you understand that, Perry?"

Perry did understand. His boss had a way to get his point across quite unambiguously. Right now he wasn't even raising his voice, but Perry shuddered, his fur bristled. Briefly he suspended his work and took his lips from the dog's soles to answer, "Yes, Mr. Hollard. I understand," before he pushed his nose right back into the deep nook of his superior's toes. He did understand! Mr. Holard expected dedication, discipline and respect from his staff. And Perry was determined to give all that to his boss!

"I think I've granted you a puppy license long enough now," Hollard continued, talking with the cat under his desk as if he stood in front of him. "I let several of your mistakes slip. I was lenient. But by now you are an ingrained member of the work force, so there won't be special treatment for you any longer." At that Hollard stretched out his legs to push his chair back, squashing Perry's face against the desk in the process since he didn't bother to remove his paws from the boy. To drive the message home, the dog reached under the table and grabbed the cat's dainty ear with his rough, strong fingers. He pulled on it, forcing the boy out of his hiding spot until he sat between the Rottweiler's thick legs. "From now on you will receive proper punishment as well, if you don't toe the line! Is that understood, carry boy?"

Perry swallowed, wincing at the sharp pain in his left ear. Though eventually he nodded in acknowledgment. "Y-yes, sir. I will take full responsibility for my doings!" He was afraid, but he also wanted this. Perry had been aware for quite a while now that Hollard was nursing him. He was aware that his boss had so much more to give. It was an intimidating prospect, but also exciting. Perry wanted to serve this man fully. He wanted Mr. Hollard to take absolute control over him. He wanted to be used, exploited, debased... yes, even abused. He wanted it all. Everything his boss would give him!

"I'm glad to hear that," he admitted, loosening his rough grip around the feline's ear to gently stroke his head instead. Perry leaned into the touch and Hollard smiled. "Now then... since we're already at it," he went on, suddenly ending the kind connection between them, his eyes sternly on the kneeling cat before him. "Yesterday you went through Rochester Street, when you brought me home. My usual rout is through Dewey Avenue, though, since it's the more direct way."

Confused, Perry blinked at the sudden change of subject. Then he remembered. He did go through Rochester Street. But only because Hollard had required the detour for some reason. Though of course he didn't say that. He just witnessed first hand what could happen when you offended this dog! "Y-yes, sir, that is correct," he said instead, doing what he promised to do: Taking the responsibility.

The soft grin on Hollard's weathered face disappeared. "I don't like it when you wander off course just like that. My day has structure! So..." He made a dramatic pause. "I assume that, according to your words, I'm in my right to hold you liable for this incident then, Perry?"

The kneeling tabby cat gulped as he stared up into his boss's expectant eyes. "Yes, Mr. Hollard," he whispered timidly. "Of course! I... I acknowledge that I slipped up. And I will accept any form of correction you deem appropriate, sir." Lowering his eyes submissively, Perry awaited his employer's verdict. It was a terrifying feeling to grant another person, this man he worked for, the boss who enjoyed to exploit him on a daily basis, so much power over himself. But it was also liberating! In any case, Perry knew that he had given the only possible answer to Hollard's question.

"Take off your shirt," the Rottweiler commanded as he pushed his chair further back to stand up. He returned to the spot where he had disciplined the fennec earlier. While Perry obeyed and revealed his immaculate upper body, the dog unbuckled his belt. "Here! On all fours!" he instructed sharply, pointing a finger to the floor right in front of himself.

Quickly Perry crawled over to his boss, already bracing himself for being kicked, trampled, or choked, since that's what usually happened to Limon when he messed up somehow. Though instead, Mr. Hollard just crouched down beside him, which alone was enough to make the cat jump, considering how close he was. "Gah!" He squealed in shock when a strong hand grabbed the scruff of his neck and yanked his head back. The Rottweiler's thick, drooping muzzle got pressed against his ear and the boy shuddered as he felt the hot breath.

"You will say my name, if it gets too much," he whispered in this deep, rumbling voice of his.

Perry nodded. Then he was released and the stocky dog beside him stood back up. Taking a deep breath, the feline tried to collect himself. It always scared him a bit when Hollard got this... pushy. This man was so much bigger and stronger than he was. And he loved to make Perry feel it!

The clank of Hollard's belt buckle brought Perry's attention back to the present. Though the boy didn't look up. He just waited in apprehension for what was about to come. And then a dull whack resounded through the office and a sharp pain shot through Perry's lower back when Hollard hit him with the belt. "Ahh!" He gasped in shock before the sudden sting turned into a warm burn under his fur. A brief moment passed, then another blow followed, this time striking him across his upper body, just below the shoulders.

The pain was very real, but nothing Perry couldn't handle. At least for now. But soon enough Hollard began to hit him harder. And every time his belt left another burning welt on his bare back. The first time the dog really stopped to pull his punches, the leather whacked so loud that it echoed in the spacious office. "Gha-haah~" Perry clenched his teeth, forced himself to endure the pain, while his arms and legs wobbled. "Hrrmph..." The blows came at a slow, rhythmic pace now. The fine Italian leather whipped his tender body with such force that it felt like a blade cutting into his flesh. Perry bit his lip, clenched his fists, tensed his back, thought of a chill day at the beach, cool water running down his battered body, anything to cope with the pain. He was awarded a few seconds to catch his breath, then Hollard's arm went up again.

The cat didn't bother to count, but he received at least two dozen blows. And his boss made sure that every inch on his backside was treated fairly. One or two of the many marks he had to bear, really fucking hurt! But Perry took everything and, despite thinking about it constantly, he never actually said Hollard's name to be released. At the end of his punishment, the cat's back was a red-hot battlefield. The whole area felt warm and tingling, like he was pressed against a brick wall on a summer day. His muscles were sore, every move hurt and Perry could feel a few burning welts under his fur that he hoped didn't do too much damage to his skin.

Admiring his work with delight, Hollard granted his boy a little breather. The cat really took it like a champ. On his first time, too! The old dog was seriously impressed. Fascinated he watched how Perry's slender, beautiful and probably very aching back moved up and down ever so slightly. Damn, he really beat this cat hard! Some of his blows were really mean, he had to admit that. With a conclusory sigh Hollard put his belt back on, while the feline virtuously remained in position. A welcoming invitation!

"Hmm? Ah-hrrrgh!" Perry suddenly felt his boss's weight press down on him as Mr. Hollard took a seat on his abused back. The Rottweiler's fat ass renewed the still very fresh pain as it settled down clumsily. "Ow... hgmm..." The man's heft alone was a force to be reckoned with, but having to support him on a maltreated back like this was hell! Gritting his teeth, Perry controlled his breathing while he tensed his body to hold the dog up. God, his back felt like he was rolling on crumbling asphalt!

Once comfortably seated on his personal carrier, Hollard let one hand slide down, cupping the feline's cheek gently. "You did good, Perry," he praised, rubbing his thick, calloused thumb through the soft, brown facial fur. He felt Perry lean into his touch. "Took everything till the end. I'm proud of you, boy!"

Perry blushed. "Th-thank you, sir. Hmmphf..." Pushing against the ground below him, the lean cat straightened his back with a grunt to make sure his boss had a comfy seat. Though after the beating, his strength was fading and before long his spine sagged again, adding to the surface pain. "S-sir...?"

"Hm?" Hollard acknowledged his subordinate, still idly caressing his cheek.

Swallowing, Perry found his mouth dry. "Sir, if I may ask..." He didn't move an inch in his strained position. His head was hung, eyes trained on the carpet below. "H-how long do you intend to remain seated on me like this?"

Hollard didn't respond immediately, though after a moment he declared, "For as long as I want!" The statement sounded rather final, though as if to put the feline to the test, he added in a provoking tone, "Why? Would this be a problem for you, boy?"

Perry felt his elbows tremble as he exhaled, the soreness in his shoulders a cold sting already. "N-no, sir," he answered at length, scolding himself for the stupid question. "Mrrf! Of course not. I'm always at your service!" The cat briefly wondered, whether this was still part of his punishment. He wouldn't be able to hold this up for much longer, regardless, though!

Mr. Hollard grinned pleased on his living chair as he gave Perry's cheek another rewarding stroke. "Good, boy!" It will be fun to test and expand the cat's limits!