Adultery An Indian Marriage by rulerandcane

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Thwatt." The first one landed with a good sound. Meeta has cheeks jiggled at the contact and she let out a small surprised cry.

"Thwatt."

"Thwatt."

Two quick ones landed in each cheek. They resulted in a much bigger cry from her.

"I hope you learn a lesson after this." Dinesh punctuated that with a couple more.

"Thwatt."

"Thwatt."

Meeta did not say much. She was unhappy at the situation but was also not ready to admit any faults or beg for forgiveness. Dinesh sensed that and smiled inwardly.

"Thwatt."

"Thwatt."

"Thwatt."

"Thwatt."

Several more blows rained in with Meeta's 'Owww' breaking the silence. Her bum was turning a bit red. Dinesh was enjoying this and decided to give her some more hard ones.

"Thwatt."

This landed in the part where her bum met her thighs that hurt the most and Meeta yelled and her legs flayed more. She slipped a bit from his lap. Dinesh pulled her back and held her more firmly.

"The naughty ass is paying a good price."

"Thwatt."

This one landed on the fleshier part of the bum. There were still no apologies from Meeta and so Dinesh increased the intensity of the next ones.

"Thwatt."

"Thwatt."

"Thwatt."

"Thwatt."

Meeta moaned and her resilience was getting shattered. She knew she had to ask for forgiveness.

"Thwatt."

"Thwatt."

Couple more landed and this time Meeta could not restrain herself from trying to rub the sting off. But Dinesh's hand was in the way.

"I think we are making the point. Aren't we?"

"Yes, please can I rub? Please..." It felt like there were ants crawling and stinging her.

"OK, a quick rub but I need to hear you say sorry first."

"Sorry..." Meeta whimpered and he let her hands on her own bum. Meeta gently rubbed them trying to take sting away. Dinesh watched in amusement.

"Now get up. Let's continue this in a different position." Dinesh tapped her bum with the paddle. Meeta wiggled out and managed to get another rub on her tender behind.

"Hands on the ground. Knees above it. And, off course present your ass."

Meeta shuffled and got into position. This was a bit awkward and they had not done this before. Dinesh let her settle in before the next one was delivered.

"Thwatt."

Meeta almost fell as she lost balance. Her bottom wiggled as she adjusted back.

"Thwatt."

This time she did fall.

"I can't hold that position." She had tears in her eyes.

Dinesh decided to take it easy but not allow full leniency either.

"Ok, you pick the next position."

Trying to think about a new position was the last thing Meeta wanted with a burning bottom. She remembered the last one where she touched her toes and reverted to it. Dinesh decided to play more.

"I don't like this. Try another."

Meeta's brain raced again.

"I don't know..." She moaned.

"Get on the floor and lie down on your breasts." Dinesh decided to make the call.

Meeta lay down flat on the floor. She thought this was more comfortable than standing up. But Dinesh was not going to stop there.

"With your face still on the floor, lift knees and get your you ass in the air."

Meeta stretched and lifted her ass. She felt lewd doing this.

"Good. Strecth more. You can put your hands in front of you."

Meeta shifted and tried her best.

"Good. Now get your legs together and raise it more"

Meeta's ass cheeks were now nicely bunched together. Dinesh was loving the control he was having over her.

"Good stay like that. If you move out of this position, it will only delay your punishment."

"Thwatt."

The fist blow landed. Meeta screamed with pain and wiggled her cheeks. Dinesh decided to prolong her humiliation.

"That was good wiggle. I tell you what. I was going to give you 12 more but if you do a good job of wiggling your ass to show how sorry you are, I will reduce the count. For every good wiggle, you get 1 less."