Adultery An Indian Marriage by rulerandcane

[Ramesh_Rocky]

After a few minutes of silent rubbing, Dinesh got up. He went to the other room and to get the belt he had forgotten. Meeta anxiously waited in her exposed position.

"Let's do six more. Shall we?"

Meeta did not reply. She did not have a say. She was also having mixed emotions of being sorry and angry. Dinesh was being cruel but he was also clear when he set the ground rules. So from that angle he was fair. Strict and cruel but fair.

"Splatt..." Stroke 1 of the new batch landed.

"Owww..." Meeta cried. That hurt and she wiggled her ass.

"Splatt..." Another one this time it her at the place where her ass met the thighs.

"Splatt..." Another in the middle of her cheeks.

"Splatt..." Almost at the same spot. She choked a sob and cried out.

"Sorry."

"Two more to go." Dinesh assured her. He however paused longer than before and made her anticipate it.

"Splatt..." He carefully landed the next one. The burning in her ass reached a peak and she tried to wiggle it away.

"Last one coming."

"Splatt..." The final one landed with a good force and the burning found a new peak.

She instinctively tried to rub it.

"No rubbing. Stay in the position. You can continue to wiggle your bum though." Dinesh mocked her.

She was slow in moving her hands back.

"Hands back. Do you want few more?" Dinesh shouted.

"No." She quickly restored the status.

"Good. Stay like that till I tell you to get up."

Dinesh watched her from behind. Her beautiful bum had taken a decent beating. There were no welts and so it would be fine later on but she felt the sting for sure. He could see her bum twitch a bit. He was enjoying this and she was not.

"Come lie over my lap." He gestured.

She got up clumsily, her breasts jiggling in the process. She desperately wanted to rub her bum but managed to keep away from it. Dinesh was sitting in the couch. She walked over like a little girl and placed herself over his lap. Dinesh adjusted her a bit so that her bum placed just below his head. He ran his hands over her bum.

"That hurt right?" He punctuated that question by squeezing her cheeks a bit.

"Yes..." She moaned.

"It was supposed too as it as a punishment." He gently rubbed her cheeks now and that she moaned a bit in relief.

"Will you be better next time?"

"Yes." She was quick to reply. He added some oil to her bum and massaged the sting away. She was feeling grateful at that moment. She felt that she was totally under his thumb and keeping him happy was the only way to keep her happy.

"Good. I am glad the message got through." He surprised her by giving a crisp slap to her bum. It stung.

"Now get up, we have one last punishment."

She felt a sense of fear. What was he talking about?

He led her towards the Gym room. Meeta feared more spanking. As he walked she ran her hands over his cheeks, just to feel them. They no longer stung but were a bit sore.

Dinesh wanted to prolong her punishment and wanted to send her a clear message.

"Up in the treadmill."

She got up.

"I'm going to set this to very slow speed. But you are going to walk this for the next 30 minutes. This is what you should have done for the last month to achieve your goal. "