Adultery An Indian Marriage by rulerandcane

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"I think someone else in this room deserves this. First for being such a brat and for not being quiet when told to."

Anju immediately reacted to this.

"Don't you dare?"

"You do deserve this. Now I won't remove your clothes. That is Adam's territory however, I will give you 6 smacks over your jeans."

"No way!"

"You are not in a position to bargain."

Anju knew that. Her mind raced but there was nothing she could do.

"Now come to the center of the room and grab your ankles. Don't delay this any longer."

Anju knew that he was right. Delaying was only prolonging their humiliation. Meeta was stunned. The burning in her bum temporarily forgotten as she was about witness her hubby spanking another woman. A woman who till 3 hours ago was arguing that she should not let him do that. Meeta wondered if Dinesh would make Anju remove her clothes. She also was wondering how she would react to that. For all the punishments Dinesh dished out to her, he was still hers. He combined pain and pleasure and all of that was on her. Now she was in her living room, stripped off her panties, waiting to see if her husband would do the same to another woman.

Anju moved to the center of the room, defeated. She stood there.

"Grab your ankles. Present the target." Dinesh mocked her. This was more than he had ever imagined. He never was that interested in Anju and did not harbor any sexual feelings about her. The situation presented itself and he had somehow managed to come on top. The power was intoxicating.

Anju grabbed her ankles. Her jeans tightened over her shapely ass. Meeta was relieved that Dinesh did not remove her jeans.

"I'm going to give you 6 hard smacks. At the end of 6, I want you to say sorry for meddling in our affairs. Understood?"

Anju did not respond at first but was reminded when Dinesh touched her jeans clad ass.

"OK"

"Good. And if I don't hear that, we will continue to 12." Dinesh tapped her ass again.

Anju cringed. She had lost the battler of wits here and found herself in this predicament. She was bending over for a guy she once had a crush but then ended hating. She was using Meeta as a weapon to get back but that had spectacularly backfired. Then her thoughts got interrupted.

"Splat"

Dinesh used considerable force, knowing fully, that her pants offered good protection. The sound was loud and Anju did feel it. The humiliation of being subject to this hurt more.

"Splat"

"Splat"

Dinesh added two more in rapid succession. That did add a sting to her ass and Anju shifted a bit.

"Splat"

"Splat"

"Splat"

Dinesh finished the 6 in rapid fire. Then he waited for Anju. Anju was fully aware of it but waited long enough to open her mouth.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

Anju did not answer. Dinesh tapped her jeans.

"Want me to continue?"

Anju gave an exasperated sigh.

"I'm sorry for meddling with your life."

"Good. You can get up. You can leave now if you want or you can hang around. As far as I am concerned we are even."

Anju did not say anything. She got up. Looked around for her purse. Her eyes locked with Meeta's for a moment. They both were embarrassed and the bravado of the evening had faded away.

Anju found her purse and without saying much got up and left. Dinesh did not say anything either till she left.

"So, that's settled. Come here you naughty girl. " Dinesh gestured.

Meeta moved closer and Dinesh hugged her.

"Now that was an experience. Wasn't it?"