Adultery An Indian Marriage by rulerandcane

[Ramesh_Rocky]

As she stationed in front of her, Dinesh's hands went to her jeans' button. Meeta instinctively tried to stop him.

"Hands on your heads and keep it there. From now on, any interference will increase your punishment. Understood?"

Meeta obliged. Dinesh pulled her jeans down her knees to her ankles.

"Step out of them." She did and her lacy black panties came to Anju's view.

"Put that jeans over there and come over my lap. And Anju this is what happens to a naughty Meeta."

"You win. You don't have to do this and humiliate her and us."

"That is for me to decide. I don't want another word from you unless I ask you a question. So zip it."

Anju was angry at being told to shut up but she had no choice. And so did Meeta and she dbangd herself over his lap. Dinesh adjusted to make sure her ass was well positioned and then started his favourite exercise.

"Spank."

"Spank."

"Spank."

He started gently and increased the pace.

"Spank."

"Spank."

"Spank."

"Spank."

"Spank."

Meeta felt her ass getting warmer by the second. It then started to sting.

"I think Adam should do this to you." Dinesh looked at Anju. She scowled.

"And Meeta, you learning a lesson again for calling me a jerk?"

"Yes." Meeta was defiant in her answer.

"I did not hear the word sorry."

He punctuated it with few crisp spanks.

"Sorry. Sorry." Meeta corrected.

"I think these panties are coming in the way." As he said that he dragged the panties down to her thighs exposing her delicious buttocks. Anju was appalled at this and at the fact that she was made to watch this. Meeta cried out at the embarrassment.

"Please...no"

"This is much better." He started raining blows.

"Spank."

"Spank."

"Spank."

"Spank."

"Spank."

After about 2 minutes, Meeta was crying and saying sorry repeatedly. Dinesh was thinking about stopping when Anju jumped.

"You brute. You are hurting her. Can't you see?"

"She deserved it. And didn't I tell you to keep quiet? You never learn do you?"

Dinesh massaged Meeta's globes taking the sting away.

"Meeta, get up. Go get the spatula from the kitchen."

"Please. Sorry. I am really sorry."

"Go get it." Dinesh dismissed her.

Meeta was dreading this. She bought back the spatula and gave it to him. She started to get back over his lap when he motioned her away.