03-01-2019, 11:41 PM
“Is the food ready?” I asked my wife with an expressionless face. I could see Richa slightly surprised with that question and my overall mood after stepping out of the bathroom. She didn’t react and neither answered my question. Instead she headed towards the kitchen. I finished drying myself and threw the towel in the laundry to grab something to drink. As I went into the kitchen I noticed my wife standing by the kitchen platform probably trying to figure out what to cook. She noticed me by the refrigerator but didn’t react and continued to fumble with things on the platform. I took out some juice and poured into the glass to quench my thirst. I wasn’t particularly hungry since I had heavy breakfast in the morning and there were some refreshments provided during the meeting. Richa continued to look away and was taking something out into cooking utensils. I glanced her shapely features, especially her round bums visible clearly through the track pants. I sensed quickly that she wasn’t wearing any panty and nothing inside her camisole either.
I walked over to her quietly and grabbed her neck using my arm as if trying to lock her down and at the same time gave her a tight slap on her right bum. “WHACK” It was hard enough to make her bum bounce multiple times. “Aaaah” an immediate cry escaped her mouth as I quickly covered it using my palm and repeated another blow on her bum. She was shaken by the sheer impact and leaned backwards on my body looking up to me with her innocent eyes finding a reason for that beating.
“When I ask a question, I expect an answer! Do you get that?” I provided the explanation.
“How on earth was I going to cook while those two were here?” my wife answered rather sarcastically. Her expressions had completely changed. She was no more blushing or laughing but looked displeased.
“Yes or No! Don’t be oversmart!”, I continued as my wife received another strong slap on her bums. I kept my face very straight and equally distressed to influence her. She, for a moment, was in a dilemma whether to play the regular slut she had been or behave normal and apologize. In the process she just delayed answering me and instead kept staring at me, just trying to gauge my mood.
“Still no answer!”, I confronted and gave her another tightest of the slaps.
“No, food is not ready yet! Give me about 30 minutes, I will serve you.” This time she was sharp to respond as she tried to free herself from my grip while rubbing her bums. She thought that I was unnecessarily putting her down and reacted as if she wasn’t too pleased with that. I also wasn’t sure myself whether I was annoyed with her or excited by her sluttiness and was just teasing her further. I just continued with it and gave her another strong slap on the other side.
“Didn’t you tell them you need to cook for your husband?”
I asked her a question that didn’t require any answer. But I still made a fuss of it and proceeded to slap her three more times! Whack Whack Whack!! “Again no answer? Did you forget what I told you earlier?” I asked as I kept pounding her bums with strong slaps one after other and on both sides. She looked totally helpless as she tried to free herself but could barely manage it.
“Please Bharat! Don’t be mad. I am sorry for the delay! Give me 30 minutes, food will be ready! I didn’t expect you to be so hungry.” my wife offered her resolution.
“Alright! 30 minutes sharp. Every further minute gets you that many number of SLAPs!”, I clarified.
Richa was quite distressed with my behavior and mood by then. She nodded and immediately distanced herself from me and got involved into cooking. I was somewhat uncertain on how I wanted to proceed. So I left her there and went to the living room. I then decided to continue being mean to her for some more time. I fetched a wooden ruler and walked back into the kitchen. She noticed me entering but looked away and continued her cooking. She didn’t get to see the ruler as I was holding it behind me. I adjusted my position right behind her and suddenly blasted her left bum with the wooden ruler. The impact was significantly strong. “Aaah….shit….rascal… what the hell are you doing?” whimpered my wife as she hysterically started rubbing her bum to comfort herself. “Mind your language!”, I roared as I blasted her right bum this time. “Sorry”, my submissive wife responded immediately this time. Her poor bums were on fire but she didn’t protest and just tried to soothe herself by rubbing them.
“I need some entertainment as I wait for the food. So you will drop your pants until you’re cooking. Don’t remove; just drop them below knees!”, I made an announcement. She thought I was in quite bad mood and didn’t try to negotiate but dropped her track pants instantly. Her smooth and round bums made me harder. I could see the ruler’s impression along with reddishness on her bums. I, Mr. Nagarkar and Mr. Naidu, we all had toyed them beautifully. As Richa engaged herself with the cooking with the dropped pants, her bums were bouncing nicely when she moved around. It was a great sight to watch her cooking bare bottom.
“And….”, I paused for a moment. She almost instantly turned around to see what else was coming her way.
“And I need you to describe me your last 3 hours! Every minute detail! Do you understand?”, I put my demand forward with a normal mischievous smile.
That smile instantly put her at ease. She almost jumped on me and kissed me hard with a short smile on her face. I grabbed her bums as she cradled her legs around mine and we kissed open mouth. She kept kissing me as if she was relieved of a large debt. It is always a great pleasure to kiss Richa and especially suck her lips. She is naturally sweet and pouts her lips out nicely for her man to kiss and lick them. Her closed eyes exhibited her innocence as she pushed herself into the lovemaking. I gave her a couple of more SLAPs on her bums but she didn’t stop kissing me until long 3-4 minutes. I jerked her neck violently and kissed her aggressively for another couple minutes before dropping her to extend my authority on the scene. As I dropped her, I landed two more SLAPs on her bare bums. “Get going”, I commanded her.
Richa pulled some rice and daal into utensils and placed them in the pressure cooker and turned on the gas stove and also picked up vegetables for chopping. I groped her bums roughly from behind and that got her started. She described how Mr. Naidu got her started. It was exciting as hell to hear my wife speak about how she was ravaged by the old man. My groping soon turned violent and I started pinching her hard along with SLAPs in between. She didn’t try to stop me and kept providing more details. By the time she reached to the point of mentioning how she helped him grind his cock and how his tongue probed her naval, I was super excited. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP a series of strong slaps greeted her bums and they turned dark reddish. My poor wife had to stop chopping the vegetables due to the impact my slaps were leaving on her body. She held the platform firmly as I vented out my excitement on her poorly beaten bums.
I walked over to her quietly and grabbed her neck using my arm as if trying to lock her down and at the same time gave her a tight slap on her right bum. “WHACK” It was hard enough to make her bum bounce multiple times. “Aaaah” an immediate cry escaped her mouth as I quickly covered it using my palm and repeated another blow on her bum. She was shaken by the sheer impact and leaned backwards on my body looking up to me with her innocent eyes finding a reason for that beating.
“When I ask a question, I expect an answer! Do you get that?” I provided the explanation.
“How on earth was I going to cook while those two were here?” my wife answered rather sarcastically. Her expressions had completely changed. She was no more blushing or laughing but looked displeased.
“Yes or No! Don’t be oversmart!”, I continued as my wife received another strong slap on her bums. I kept my face very straight and equally distressed to influence her. She, for a moment, was in a dilemma whether to play the regular slut she had been or behave normal and apologize. In the process she just delayed answering me and instead kept staring at me, just trying to gauge my mood.
“Still no answer!”, I confronted and gave her another tightest of the slaps.
“No, food is not ready yet! Give me about 30 minutes, I will serve you.” This time she was sharp to respond as she tried to free herself from my grip while rubbing her bums. She thought that I was unnecessarily putting her down and reacted as if she wasn’t too pleased with that. I also wasn’t sure myself whether I was annoyed with her or excited by her sluttiness and was just teasing her further. I just continued with it and gave her another strong slap on the other side.
“Didn’t you tell them you need to cook for your husband?”
I asked her a question that didn’t require any answer. But I still made a fuss of it and proceeded to slap her three more times! Whack Whack Whack!! “Again no answer? Did you forget what I told you earlier?” I asked as I kept pounding her bums with strong slaps one after other and on both sides. She looked totally helpless as she tried to free herself but could barely manage it.
“Please Bharat! Don’t be mad. I am sorry for the delay! Give me 30 minutes, food will be ready! I didn’t expect you to be so hungry.” my wife offered her resolution.
“Alright! 30 minutes sharp. Every further minute gets you that many number of SLAPs!”, I clarified.
Richa was quite distressed with my behavior and mood by then. She nodded and immediately distanced herself from me and got involved into cooking. I was somewhat uncertain on how I wanted to proceed. So I left her there and went to the living room. I then decided to continue being mean to her for some more time. I fetched a wooden ruler and walked back into the kitchen. She noticed me entering but looked away and continued her cooking. She didn’t get to see the ruler as I was holding it behind me. I adjusted my position right behind her and suddenly blasted her left bum with the wooden ruler. The impact was significantly strong. “Aaah….shit….rascal… what the hell are you doing?” whimpered my wife as she hysterically started rubbing her bum to comfort herself. “Mind your language!”, I roared as I blasted her right bum this time. “Sorry”, my submissive wife responded immediately this time. Her poor bums were on fire but she didn’t protest and just tried to soothe herself by rubbing them.
“I need some entertainment as I wait for the food. So you will drop your pants until you’re cooking. Don’t remove; just drop them below knees!”, I made an announcement. She thought I was in quite bad mood and didn’t try to negotiate but dropped her track pants instantly. Her smooth and round bums made me harder. I could see the ruler’s impression along with reddishness on her bums. I, Mr. Nagarkar and Mr. Naidu, we all had toyed them beautifully. As Richa engaged herself with the cooking with the dropped pants, her bums were bouncing nicely when she moved around. It was a great sight to watch her cooking bare bottom.
“And….”, I paused for a moment. She almost instantly turned around to see what else was coming her way.
“And I need you to describe me your last 3 hours! Every minute detail! Do you understand?”, I put my demand forward with a normal mischievous smile.
That smile instantly put her at ease. She almost jumped on me and kissed me hard with a short smile on her face. I grabbed her bums as she cradled her legs around mine and we kissed open mouth. She kept kissing me as if she was relieved of a large debt. It is always a great pleasure to kiss Richa and especially suck her lips. She is naturally sweet and pouts her lips out nicely for her man to kiss and lick them. Her closed eyes exhibited her innocence as she pushed herself into the lovemaking. I gave her a couple of more SLAPs on her bums but she didn’t stop kissing me until long 3-4 minutes. I jerked her neck violently and kissed her aggressively for another couple minutes before dropping her to extend my authority on the scene. As I dropped her, I landed two more SLAPs on her bare bums. “Get going”, I commanded her.
Richa pulled some rice and daal into utensils and placed them in the pressure cooker and turned on the gas stove and also picked up vegetables for chopping. I groped her bums roughly from behind and that got her started. She described how Mr. Naidu got her started. It was exciting as hell to hear my wife speak about how she was ravaged by the old man. My groping soon turned violent and I started pinching her hard along with SLAPs in between. She didn’t try to stop me and kept providing more details. By the time she reached to the point of mentioning how she helped him grind his cock and how his tongue probed her naval, I was super excited. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP a series of strong slaps greeted her bums and they turned dark reddish. My poor wife had to stop chopping the vegetables due to the impact my slaps were leaving on her body. She held the platform firmly as I vented out my excitement on her poorly beaten bums.
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