Adultery Indian Social Worker and the Bully by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I opened my eyes and was shocked and saddened by what I saw. Lallan had a phone in his hand and he was snapping pictures of my naked curled up body from all angles.

"Please don't." I said, trying to pull a blanket over myself.

"Don't worry, memsaab. These are just for my private enjoyment. I won't whatsapp them to anyone. As long as you behave."

There was an edge to his voice. My shoulders slumped again, knowing there wasn't much I could do as of now to stop him. I rolled off the bed and struggled to stand up on my feet. There were aches all over my body.

"Where are you going, bitch?"

"Bathroom." I weakly said.

"Hmm...leave the door ajar. I don't want you trying some nonsense in there."

As I relieved myself, cringing at the open door, Lallan stayed outside, but talking.

"Parvati says you're a smart woman. So I don't need to spell it out. But I will. You need to rectify the blunder you made when you destroyed my family. You need to tell me where Parvati and my daughters are so I can go join them. And bring them home. If you don't do that or go to the security officer, these images of you will be splashed on every phone and every website and pretty soon every new channel. Your bosses, your colleagues, everyone will see how your shaved pussy looks and will be able to count the moles on your ass."

I said nothing. Finished peeing. Then cleaned myself up, washed my face and walked out.

"Well?" he said.

"Well what?" I asked, standing there naked next to him.

He slapped me.

"Where are my wife and daughter, you bitch?"

"I have no idea. I seriously don't know...please...no please just listen..."

Lallan had picked up a bathroom slipper by the bed and was pulling me towards him.

"A few smacks on that big round ass with a rubber chappal and you'll remember."

"But I swear that the information is kept...AAAAAA"

Rubber on naked ass skin hurts. It really hurts! I had never been manhandled or beaten before in my entire life, so I had no parameter or frame of reference to compare. But it hurt. Much more than his spanks.

Soon I was once again a sobbing quivering mess, curled up on the floor as he kept yelling at me to tell him. Finally I cracked under torture like many people do. I lied.

"Surat...she is in Surat."

He stopped hitting me.

"Where in Surat?"

"The exact address will be in the office files. We can do there in the morning." I wiped my tears while on the floor.

"We? What are we, a picnicking couple?" he growled. "You will get that information and give it to me."

My ass still stung from the chappal blows as I tried to stand up. Lallan walked away to the living area. I was hoping that maybe he would leave. But the night was far from over. I saw him walk towards our liquor cabinet.