15-11-2019, 06:28 PM
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Next day uncle asked aunty to discipline him for his mistakes. He said, he gets excited when aunty abuses him physically and verbally. Like common house holds where husband beats wife, aunty should beat him . atleast once in a week aunty should beat him and abuse him for strict discipline. Aunty has never laid a hand on him. It will be his pleasure. Aunty should punish him. There is a room which will be used for punsihment, all members of familly will watch the punishment and humilation and the reason for punsihment. It will be administered to all men to keep them disciplined by females. Only aunty can punish uncle me and sneha, priya can punish me and sneha, anushka can punish sneha only. No female can punish male higher of her age.
One day uncle was wearing saree, with a tight blouse to woo aunty, no bra, petticoat, and panty. Someone rang the door bell. Normally it is aunty’s time. Uncle hurriedly opened the door. It was village sarpanch. He was dumbfounded seeing uncle, no woman in village had such nice large breast that uncle possessed. His eyes were fixed on uncle’s breast. After 1 minute aunty returned. Aunty called sarpanch inside house and told uncle to serve them water. When uncle served water to sarpanch his saree slipped giving him more shock. Aunty was angry but controlled in front of sarpanch. She told uncle to leave them about some discussion. Uncle left room. When sarpanch left aunt gave a shout and called uncle. We all gathered . uncle came. Aunty,” you fucking bitch, bimbo whore., this is my house not your brothel, dress sensibly, do not loose my dignity in society. For your attitude what will young generation will learn. This is my leniency. From now i will be strict on dress code. All men of my familly have to serve wearing saree and ghunghat, all men have to touch feet of women in morning and night irrespective of age.”.
Morning came, aunty gave 7 pieces of petticoat. She told uncle to wear all. Uncle had never worn more than one. 1st one was huge white full petticoat, it was like a gown. Next all 7 were large. Uncle’s bottom was a large baloon. He wore 5 full blouses and banarasi saree. He has to do all household chores wearing these. 1st he bowed to aunty, then priya his daughter and anushka his future daughter in law. I also wores 7 petticoat 3 blouse and full saree, so did sneha. From then onwards no halfsaree, salwar punjabi, nighty for us. We have to do wearing full saree and sleep also.
Aunty pulled uncle with his hair. She tied him to the pole. She handcuffed his wrists. I sneha stood on a corner of room. Priya anushka sat on relaxing chair. "Well, whore, I'm going to teach you a little lesson in obedience today. One that I think you'll remember for quite some time." With that she walked over and took the paddle down from its place. I felt was going to
faint. Oh God, Aunty was REALLY going to do it.
"Now then..." Aunty began, tapping the paddle on her palm.
"I promised you a paddling and that's precisely what you're going to get. But it's also the first
time that you've probably ever been spanked, so I'm only going to give your saree clad bottom four strokes of this paddle...provided that you follow my one simple rule. You will bend over and grab thumbs of your feet for the paddling and I expect you to maintain that position through the entire four strokes. If you choose to disobey me and move out of position, that stroke won't count. If you disobey twice in a row, you'll get a penalty stroke,
which I will deliver, on your bottom after your paddling is over. Now is that understood?" Uncle nodded, dumbfounded.
Aunty:"I want to hear you say it!"
Uncle: "Yes, PATNI DEV , I understand."
Aunty:"Alright then, keep you choti on front."
Uncle :"Oh please MALKIN..."
My cock was shooting up it was rubbing vigorously against my petticoat.
Aunty:", if that long choti isn't around your ankles in 30 seconds, you're going to receive
double the paddling! Now get it down!"
Uncle put her choti on front from left shoulder with shaking & cuffed hands and quickly
moved them down till its end bunched around ankles. Maybe four strokes of the paddle wouldn't be so bad. Aunty sure made it seem like she was letting her off easy this time. Aunty:"Good, now bend over and grab the frill of your lovely petticoat. That's right...all the way over. Yes, just like that, that's the position I expect you to maintain through out your
paddling."
Uncle grabbed onto thumbs of feet. He cringed, as an embarrassment flushed through
him. His thick yellow petticoat was peeping out of the saree. Uncle was holding the frill of
that petticoat.
Aunty:"Alright, four strokes of the paddle. If you do as you've been told ... that's all it will be."
Uncle seemed to be happy with the cold, smooth surface of the wooden paddle against his bottom. Four strokes, that was all...and then it'd be all over and he could keep his long choti on back. He grabbed petticoat even tighter.
The paddle left bottom...he heard it whoosh as it rushed toward it's target and then felt
the hard board's impact through his whole body, almost knocking him over.
Then the pain messages from his butt arrived and he felt like a million bees had stung him.
Uncle screamed and jumped up, his handcuffed hands trying to reach reflexively to injured bottom. Nothing in his life had prepared him for this.
Aunty just stood there, shaking her head.
Aunty:"Didn't take you long to disobey me, I specifically told you to maintain your position. That
stroke doesn't count...you still have four to go. Now bend back over and resume the position" "Ji , I can't...I mean...it hurts too much...I'll never be able to stand it!"
Aunty:"Quit arguing and do as you're told, young lady or I'll make it six strokes. Let's go!" Uncle bent over, clutching her ankles and biting her lip. Maybe this stroke wouldn't be as
hard...
This time when the paddle whipped through the air to strike his bottom the pain was
immediate. He was up and hopping around in place before he even knew it. "Ahhhowwww...it hurts...it hurts"
Aunty:"Of course it hurts darling, If it didn't hurt, it wouldn't do you any good. Not that it seems to be doing you much good anyway...once again you failed to follow the rules...maybe I need
topaddle you harder."
"No...Please...I'm sorry...please"
Aunty:"Very well. Back in position"
Uncle reluctantly bent over again, locking his knees and grabbing his ankles as hard as he could. He felt the coolness of the paddle against his scorched bottom as Aunty readied for the next Stroke.
Aunty:"Now, you still have four strokes of the paddle and your repeated disobedience has
earned you a penalty stroke of the cane. Is that understood, bitch?" Uncle nodded miserably.
Aunty:"I can't hear you!!" "Yes, Sir"
It just wasn't fair. She was hitting him too hard. His bottom already hurt so much...and none of that even counted...it was so unf...
<WWHAAPP>.
Uncle couldn't help himself, "Oh it burned, it burned so bad".
"Bend over bitch" Aunty warned her
Uncle shook her head no! She just couldn't take another stroke of that awful paddle.
Aunty:"I'm warning you, whore...get up and back in position if you know what's good for you." "No, I can't...no more, please" Uncle begged.
Aunty:"Alright then..."
Aunty:"You have a real problem with following orders, raand...but you're going to get better
atit...even if we have to be here all day! Now, are you going to get up by yourself, or do you want some more help from me?"
Uncle managed to stand up. Aunty had given at least four strokes of the paddle over that hay bale...maybe if she did what she wanted her punishment would be over..
Aunty:"You might as well take them all the way off..." His heart sank.
Aunty:"You still have all four strokes of the paddle to take and I'm adding an extra penalty stoke of the cane for your blatant disobedience."
Aunty:"bend over"
His legs shaking, Uncle did as he was told. The paddle wooshed through the air and cracked
across his blazing butt. Crying out, Uncle jumped up...but quickly bent back over into position. Not quickly enough though for Aunty .
Aunty:"Sorry bitch, that's just not good enough. You're going to have to learn to obey the rules. Not just sort of obey them or obey them when you feel like it. I said NO jumping up, and that's
exactly what I meant. You still have four strokes of the paddle and now you have three strokes of the cane as a penalty."
Uncle whimpered, but stayed in position.
Aunty measured the next stroke, raised her arm to shoulder level and brought the paddle down hard across his quivering bottom. This time he managed to stay bent over but one of his hands instinctively leapt to cover his bottom. It felt hot and swollen.
Aunty:"Yes, your bottom is getting real red. It's only going to get worse with every
stroke...and you STILL have four strokes to go. I'd start obeying the rules if I were you." "I'm trying, ji ...I am...it's just SO HARD!" Uncle wailed.
Aunty:"That's right raand...sometimes obeying the rules is hard. You'd better try a lot harder if you want this punishment to be over anytime soon. Now get that hand back down and get
yourself ready for the next stroke."
Uncle grabbed his ankles with both hands. He had to stay in place this time he just had to. Uncle cried out, going up onto toes as the next stroke of the paddle hit home, but he had stayed bent over.
"That's better." Aunty pronounced, measuring the paddle against her blistered bottom again. Aunty:"Now just think, if you'd obeyed like that from the start...you'd be long done by now instead of having three more strokes to go."
Uncle cried even harder, but she knew that he was right. More than ever he was determined
to stay in position for the remainder.
The next few minutes were pure agony. Through amazing effort, he remained bent over as
the paddle blistered his bottom twice more. Between strokes, he waved his bottom from side to side, trying in vain to shake off the sting. He was past caring about the sight that he presented to Aunty.
Aunty:"Alright, one stroke left. Take it like you took the last three and your paddling will be
over. Are you ready, honey?"
Uncle shut eyes, his hands were sweaty around his ankles...but he grabbed them harder
yet.
"Yes patni devi ji ."
Uncle held his breath as he waited for what he hoped would be the last stroke of the paddle against punished skin. His heart beat in his ears as Aunty gave his bottom a few
preemptory taps with the paddle. When it finally came sweeping down, the paddle landed on
his bottom with a solid crack and a pain that made him see stars. He sobbed and coughed but stayed bent over, even as he heard Aunty hanging the paddle back up on the wall. She
came back over and guided him carefully up and into a hug.
Aunty:"Good, . I'm proud of you. I knew you could be good, if you just set your mind to it.
Good ." "ji."
Aunty:"Yes, dear?"
"Is my punishment over?"
Aunty:"Well...your punishment for last night is over. But, I'm afraid you still have three strokes ofthe cane for disobeying during your paddling. I am sorry that I have to do this, little one, but..."
Aunty:"I know...rules are rules" Uncle is finished.
Aunty smiled down at him. "That's right. I can give them to you now, or wait till after dinner tonight"
"I'd rather get it over with now please, goddess.
Aunty nodded and led him over to the pillory. Gently she guided her to stand in it, now
Uncle's neck and wrists were securely locked in the pillory with his body stretched out behind her. He watched as Aunty took down a wide, well-worn cane from the wall.
Aunty:"I'm afraid the state of your bottom is going to make it necessary for me to use the cane on your thighs, darling. I don't think I have to tell you that I expect you to stay in position for
this.
Aunty:Fortunately, if you do, this will be over in a minute."
"Yes ji hukkum ",
Uncle braced himelf, helplessly into the pillory. In fact, it was over in just over a minute. The
cane made three sizzling trips across his sensitive Saree clad bottom. He cried out and
kicked his legs a little after each one, but Aunty didn't seem to mind that. She told him that she was proud of him for being so brave during punishment as she gathered him up into another hug. He told her that he was sorry for disobeying Aunty and promised he'd be really good from now on.
I found Aunty was just releasing him from handcuffs. I nearly blurt something out but manage to remain silent. Now I was in complete fear waiting for joint punishment... Aunty came forward dragging Uncle holding her choti. Uncle was somehow managing in her Saree & petticoat.
Aunty ordered him to clean the house with broom. She was relaxing in a sofa uncle started to do house works. His ass was pale blue due to bruise, blood oozing out of wounds. He could not sit properly during cleaning. His moaning were painfully. No one bothered. After dinner uncle fainted.
Next morning something new happened. Aunty changed dress of uncle to a male cloth. Uncle was looking odd, his large boobs sticking out of shirt, his big ass in dhoti. Aunty dressed herself in saree, she was looking ugly woman, she covered her bald hair with a wig. She applied cream on uncle’s anus. She worshipped his feet. She fed him, carried him , giving bed rest. Uncle was feling uneasy. Aunty said,” it has been 15 years i had wore last saree and worshipped you. I know i can not go outside with saree. You surrendered yourself to me completely, you took unbearable pain for me. It is my duty to remind me my past. Otherwise what difference i will
make to new world being a tyrant abusive partner. I declare 24th september of each year will be
punishment days of all men in my house, no other day any woman will beat her man, it is unwoamnly nature, we are strong but not abusive. Men will undergo all pain on this day. Their mistakes through out year will be punished on this day so they will remain careful for rest of year. On 25th september of each year all women will serve men and women will wear women’s
dress inthis house as a remember and tribute to other women of the world , so that we will not forget our origin. I know my Devasena was trying to please me, there was no error in him. And
the dresscode is as usual before for all. Rather i would like to see Devasena in bra panty, bikini thong in house, i do not want him to look like a old hag, he his still beautiful and sexy to other village girls”.
Uncle smiled, he smiled as after long time aunty called his feminine name Devasena. Uncle said he liked punishment but wished with spanking from bare hands of aunty. Aunty said it will be fullfiled every night. Mean while bansi was doing our household chores. Uncle asked bansi there are already 3 men in this house. Subarna is lonely, he should work as maid in her quarter, so that he can earn something money. Subarna picked bansi, she agreed to pay 4000rs per month, bansi will cook clean the house. Subarna arranged a servant quarter for Bansi. She told Bansi he will work when she will leave duty. She does not like dust or any sound during cleaning, she will leave her one set of house key with him. In holidays he can come at any time. Bansi was happy with salary, atleast his life will be secured. Subarna bought halfsaree , blouse, petticoat, bra, panty for bansi , each 3 sets. For festival she gifted him 2 set ghaghra choli. Bansi was more happy.
One day uncle was wearing saree, with a tight blouse to woo aunty, no bra, petticoat, and panty. Someone rang the door bell. Normally it is aunty’s time. Uncle hurriedly opened the door. It was village sarpanch. He was dumbfounded seeing uncle, no woman in village had such nice large breast that uncle possessed. His eyes were fixed on uncle’s breast. After 1 minute aunty returned. Aunty called sarpanch inside house and told uncle to serve them water. When uncle served water to sarpanch his saree slipped giving him more shock. Aunty was angry but controlled in front of sarpanch. She told uncle to leave them about some discussion. Uncle left room. When sarpanch left aunt gave a shout and called uncle. We all gathered . uncle came. Aunty,” you fucking bitch, bimbo whore., this is my house not your brothel, dress sensibly, do not loose my dignity in society. For your attitude what will young generation will learn. This is my leniency. From now i will be strict on dress code. All men of my familly have to serve wearing saree and ghunghat, all men have to touch feet of women in morning and night irrespective of age.”.
Morning came, aunty gave 7 pieces of petticoat. She told uncle to wear all. Uncle had never worn more than one. 1st one was huge white full petticoat, it was like a gown. Next all 7 were large. Uncle’s bottom was a large baloon. He wore 5 full blouses and banarasi saree. He has to do all household chores wearing these. 1st he bowed to aunty, then priya his daughter and anushka his future daughter in law. I also wores 7 petticoat 3 blouse and full saree, so did sneha. From then onwards no halfsaree, salwar punjabi, nighty for us. We have to do wearing full saree and sleep also.
Aunty pulled uncle with his hair. She tied him to the pole. She handcuffed his wrists. I sneha stood on a corner of room. Priya anushka sat on relaxing chair. "Well, whore, I'm going to teach you a little lesson in obedience today. One that I think you'll remember for quite some time." With that she walked over and took the paddle down from its place. I felt was going to
faint. Oh God, Aunty was REALLY going to do it.
"Now then..." Aunty began, tapping the paddle on her palm.
"I promised you a paddling and that's precisely what you're going to get. But it's also the first
time that you've probably ever been spanked, so I'm only going to give your saree clad bottom four strokes of this paddle...provided that you follow my one simple rule. You will bend over and grab thumbs of your feet for the paddling and I expect you to maintain that position through the entire four strokes. If you choose to disobey me and move out of position, that stroke won't count. If you disobey twice in a row, you'll get a penalty stroke,
which I will deliver, on your bottom after your paddling is over. Now is that understood?" Uncle nodded, dumbfounded.
Aunty:"I want to hear you say it!"
Uncle: "Yes, PATNI DEV , I understand."
Aunty:"Alright then, keep you choti on front."
Uncle :"Oh please MALKIN..."
My cock was shooting up it was rubbing vigorously against my petticoat.
Aunty:", if that long choti isn't around your ankles in 30 seconds, you're going to receive
double the paddling! Now get it down!"
Uncle put her choti on front from left shoulder with shaking & cuffed hands and quickly
moved them down till its end bunched around ankles. Maybe four strokes of the paddle wouldn't be so bad. Aunty sure made it seem like she was letting her off easy this time. Aunty:"Good, now bend over and grab the frill of your lovely petticoat. That's right...all the way over. Yes, just like that, that's the position I expect you to maintain through out your
paddling."
Uncle grabbed onto thumbs of feet. He cringed, as an embarrassment flushed through
him. His thick yellow petticoat was peeping out of the saree. Uncle was holding the frill of
that petticoat.
Aunty:"Alright, four strokes of the paddle. If you do as you've been told ... that's all it will be."
Uncle seemed to be happy with the cold, smooth surface of the wooden paddle against his bottom. Four strokes, that was all...and then it'd be all over and he could keep his long choti on back. He grabbed petticoat even tighter.
The paddle left bottom...he heard it whoosh as it rushed toward it's target and then felt
the hard board's impact through his whole body, almost knocking him over.
Then the pain messages from his butt arrived and he felt like a million bees had stung him.
Uncle screamed and jumped up, his handcuffed hands trying to reach reflexively to injured bottom. Nothing in his life had prepared him for this.
Aunty just stood there, shaking her head.
Aunty:"Didn't take you long to disobey me, I specifically told you to maintain your position. That
stroke doesn't count...you still have four to go. Now bend back over and resume the position" "Ji , I can't...I mean...it hurts too much...I'll never be able to stand it!"
Aunty:"Quit arguing and do as you're told, young lady or I'll make it six strokes. Let's go!" Uncle bent over, clutching her ankles and biting her lip. Maybe this stroke wouldn't be as
hard...
This time when the paddle whipped through the air to strike his bottom the pain was
immediate. He was up and hopping around in place before he even knew it. "Ahhhowwww...it hurts...it hurts"
Aunty:"Of course it hurts darling, If it didn't hurt, it wouldn't do you any good. Not that it seems to be doing you much good anyway...once again you failed to follow the rules...maybe I need
topaddle you harder."
"No...Please...I'm sorry...please"
Aunty:"Very well. Back in position"
Uncle reluctantly bent over again, locking his knees and grabbing his ankles as hard as he could. He felt the coolness of the paddle against his scorched bottom as Aunty readied for the next Stroke.
Aunty:"Now, you still have four strokes of the paddle and your repeated disobedience has
earned you a penalty stroke of the cane. Is that understood, bitch?" Uncle nodded miserably.
Aunty:"I can't hear you!!" "Yes, Sir"
It just wasn't fair. She was hitting him too hard. His bottom already hurt so much...and none of that even counted...it was so unf...
<WWHAAPP>.
Uncle couldn't help himself, "Oh it burned, it burned so bad".
"Bend over bitch" Aunty warned her
Uncle shook her head no! She just couldn't take another stroke of that awful paddle.
Aunty:"I'm warning you, whore...get up and back in position if you know what's good for you." "No, I can't...no more, please" Uncle begged.
Aunty:"Alright then..."
Aunty:"You have a real problem with following orders, raand...but you're going to get better
atit...even if we have to be here all day! Now, are you going to get up by yourself, or do you want some more help from me?"
Uncle managed to stand up. Aunty had given at least four strokes of the paddle over that hay bale...maybe if she did what she wanted her punishment would be over..
Aunty:"You might as well take them all the way off..." His heart sank.
Aunty:"You still have all four strokes of the paddle to take and I'm adding an extra penalty stoke of the cane for your blatant disobedience."
Aunty:"bend over"
His legs shaking, Uncle did as he was told. The paddle wooshed through the air and cracked
across his blazing butt. Crying out, Uncle jumped up...but quickly bent back over into position. Not quickly enough though for Aunty .
Aunty:"Sorry bitch, that's just not good enough. You're going to have to learn to obey the rules. Not just sort of obey them or obey them when you feel like it. I said NO jumping up, and that's
exactly what I meant. You still have four strokes of the paddle and now you have three strokes of the cane as a penalty."
Uncle whimpered, but stayed in position.
Aunty measured the next stroke, raised her arm to shoulder level and brought the paddle down hard across his quivering bottom. This time he managed to stay bent over but one of his hands instinctively leapt to cover his bottom. It felt hot and swollen.
Aunty:"Yes, your bottom is getting real red. It's only going to get worse with every
stroke...and you STILL have four strokes to go. I'd start obeying the rules if I were you." "I'm trying, ji ...I am...it's just SO HARD!" Uncle wailed.
Aunty:"That's right raand...sometimes obeying the rules is hard. You'd better try a lot harder if you want this punishment to be over anytime soon. Now get that hand back down and get
yourself ready for the next stroke."
Uncle grabbed his ankles with both hands. He had to stay in place this time he just had to. Uncle cried out, going up onto toes as the next stroke of the paddle hit home, but he had stayed bent over.
"That's better." Aunty pronounced, measuring the paddle against her blistered bottom again. Aunty:"Now just think, if you'd obeyed like that from the start...you'd be long done by now instead of having three more strokes to go."
Uncle cried even harder, but she knew that he was right. More than ever he was determined
to stay in position for the remainder.
The next few minutes were pure agony. Through amazing effort, he remained bent over as
the paddle blistered his bottom twice more. Between strokes, he waved his bottom from side to side, trying in vain to shake off the sting. He was past caring about the sight that he presented to Aunty.
Aunty:"Alright, one stroke left. Take it like you took the last three and your paddling will be
over. Are you ready, honey?"
Uncle shut eyes, his hands were sweaty around his ankles...but he grabbed them harder
yet.
"Yes patni devi ji ."
Uncle held his breath as he waited for what he hoped would be the last stroke of the paddle against punished skin. His heart beat in his ears as Aunty gave his bottom a few
preemptory taps with the paddle. When it finally came sweeping down, the paddle landed on
his bottom with a solid crack and a pain that made him see stars. He sobbed and coughed but stayed bent over, even as he heard Aunty hanging the paddle back up on the wall. She
came back over and guided him carefully up and into a hug.
Aunty:"Good, . I'm proud of you. I knew you could be good, if you just set your mind to it.
Good ." "ji."
Aunty:"Yes, dear?"
"Is my punishment over?"
Aunty:"Well...your punishment for last night is over. But, I'm afraid you still have three strokes ofthe cane for disobeying during your paddling. I am sorry that I have to do this, little one, but..."
Aunty:"I know...rules are rules" Uncle is finished.
Aunty smiled down at him. "That's right. I can give them to you now, or wait till after dinner tonight"
"I'd rather get it over with now please, goddess.
Aunty nodded and led him over to the pillory. Gently she guided her to stand in it, now
Uncle's neck and wrists were securely locked in the pillory with his body stretched out behind her. He watched as Aunty took down a wide, well-worn cane from the wall.
Aunty:"I'm afraid the state of your bottom is going to make it necessary for me to use the cane on your thighs, darling. I don't think I have to tell you that I expect you to stay in position for
this.
Aunty:Fortunately, if you do, this will be over in a minute."
"Yes ji hukkum ",
Uncle braced himelf, helplessly into the pillory. In fact, it was over in just over a minute. The
cane made three sizzling trips across his sensitive Saree clad bottom. He cried out and
kicked his legs a little after each one, but Aunty didn't seem to mind that. She told him that she was proud of him for being so brave during punishment as she gathered him up into another hug. He told her that he was sorry for disobeying Aunty and promised he'd be really good from now on.
I found Aunty was just releasing him from handcuffs. I nearly blurt something out but manage to remain silent. Now I was in complete fear waiting for joint punishment... Aunty came forward dragging Uncle holding her choti. Uncle was somehow managing in her Saree & petticoat.
Aunty ordered him to clean the house with broom. She was relaxing in a sofa uncle started to do house works. His ass was pale blue due to bruise, blood oozing out of wounds. He could not sit properly during cleaning. His moaning were painfully. No one bothered. After dinner uncle fainted.
Next morning something new happened. Aunty changed dress of uncle to a male cloth. Uncle was looking odd, his large boobs sticking out of shirt, his big ass in dhoti. Aunty dressed herself in saree, she was looking ugly woman, she covered her bald hair with a wig. She applied cream on uncle’s anus. She worshipped his feet. She fed him, carried him , giving bed rest. Uncle was feling uneasy. Aunty said,” it has been 15 years i had wore last saree and worshipped you. I know i can not go outside with saree. You surrendered yourself to me completely, you took unbearable pain for me. It is my duty to remind me my past. Otherwise what difference i will
make to new world being a tyrant abusive partner. I declare 24th september of each year will be
punishment days of all men in my house, no other day any woman will beat her man, it is unwoamnly nature, we are strong but not abusive. Men will undergo all pain on this day. Their mistakes through out year will be punished on this day so they will remain careful for rest of year. On 25th september of each year all women will serve men and women will wear women’s
dress inthis house as a remember and tribute to other women of the world , so that we will not forget our origin. I know my Devasena was trying to please me, there was no error in him. And
the dresscode is as usual before for all. Rather i would like to see Devasena in bra panty, bikini thong in house, i do not want him to look like a old hag, he his still beautiful and sexy to other village girls”.
Uncle smiled, he smiled as after long time aunty called his feminine name Devasena. Uncle said he liked punishment but wished with spanking from bare hands of aunty. Aunty said it will be fullfiled every night. Mean while bansi was doing our household chores. Uncle asked bansi there are already 3 men in this house. Subarna is lonely, he should work as maid in her quarter, so that he can earn something money. Subarna picked bansi, she agreed to pay 4000rs per month, bansi will cook clean the house. Subarna arranged a servant quarter for Bansi. She told Bansi he will work when she will leave duty. She does not like dust or any sound during cleaning, she will leave her one set of house key with him. In holidays he can come at any time. Bansi was happy with salary, atleast his life will be secured. Subarna bought halfsaree , blouse, petticoat, bra, panty for bansi , each 3 sets. For festival she gifted him 2 set ghaghra choli. Bansi was more happy.
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