PART 3 Our honeymoon trip
Later that day my father said, "I have booked two tickets for you and
Preeti tonight for your honeymoon to Ooty." That took me by surprise
as I only got married yesterday. "I haven't told Preeti or your mom yet,
so you can tell them and get ready to leave." "Thanks dad,” I said and
went to the kitchen. "Mom, tickets have been booked for me and Preeti
to go to Ooty tonight." "Wow, that's great!” my mom said happily. I
looked at Preeti and she was appeared to be happy too but did not say
much. "Pack the clothes Preeti, we should leave in another two hours
to be able to catch the flight." She ran to our room in joy to get
packing. I went after her to help her in packing. When I entered, I
hugged her from behind. "Let me go" she hesitated. "No way, we are
going to have a very happy time for two weeks.", "Okay okay, wait till
we get there okay. Your mom might come in. Leave me,” she said. I
just kissed her cheek from the back and took some shirts and pants from
the wardrobe and threw them on the bed. She would iron them and pack.
Soon, we were out in our car and the driver drove us to the airport.
When we arrived at our hotel we found that it was a five-star facility,
the best at Ooty. The bell-captain took our luggage and showed our
cabin after we checked-in. After placing the baggage in the cabinet
in our room. I gave him some tips and he waived goodbye. I closed the
door and started kissing Preeti’s cheeks and neck from behind. I soon
turned her around and started kissing her in the lips. She was enjoying
it but she was tired and desperately in need of rest. She tried to push
me away with her hands gently, but I kept up the tight hug and
attachment with her lips. I stopped shortly later. "Take off your
clothes dear,” I said. "No, I am going to sleep,” she uttered. "Listen
to me. I will help you,” I said and started unbuttoning her churidar. The
excitement was building inside me as I started. She tried to refuse but
gave in understanding my feelings. She got involved in the undressing as
she took the top off through her head. I then pulled her pants down and
she stepped over it which holding my shoulder. She was in a pink bra and
tight pink panties. She started unbuttoning my shirt and I helped her
initiation by removing it. I then undid my belt as her hands went around
my waist. I then pulled my pants down and stepped out of it. I opened
the bathroom door for a moment and threw all these clothes out to clear
up some space. I then turned her around. She was smiling and I noticed
this on the mirror in front of her. She was enjoying the experience. I
undid the buckle behind her bra and it instantly came off. I saw her
boobs pop out freely in the mirror. She closed her eyes for that moment
and her hands went to feel her naked breasts. I put my left hand on her
panties on top of her pussy and softly stroked it while using my right
hand to pull her panties down. She gasped slightly and shook at the
sensation. I soon pulled the front part of her panties down as well and
she stepped over it. Her hand went to cover her pussy and she slightly
hid her pussy in front of the sink. "Pick up the clothes Preeti" I said
pointing to the floor. She looked gazed and had no choice but to turn
around and reveal herself to my sight as she bent down to pick her bra
and panties up. Her hair fell to the floor as she bent and touched my
feet. She picked them and put them next to the sink. I moved a step back
to admire her beautiful naked body with a perfect vital statistics. I
realized that she was blushing but not as much as during the First
Night. Her eyes were shut and she was looking down towards the floor.
Her face was getting a little red in embarrassment.
She had a considerable amount of pubic hair which I ignored last night.
But today I wanted that clean. I guess she never shaved before because
there was so much! I put my hand forward and pulled the pubic hair.
Her eyes sprang open in surprise and she cried, "Ahhh,” as she took a
step forward. "Let's clear this hair off. It will make you feel more
free and easy." She nodded not knowing what to say. "Okay, sit there,”
I pointed to the toilet seat. She did. I then looked for the shaving
cream and stick on the tray next to the sink. I attached the blade to
the stick. "Here, shave off that hair dear,” I said. She looked
confused. "How exactly?" she asked childishly. I gently laughed at her
innocence and said, "I will show you. Move more backwards and spread
your legs. Put one on the tub and the other on the sink. She followed.
She looked away from what I was doing. Her pussy was well exposed for
my working. I took the shaving cream into my hand and wiped it all over
her pussy. She moaned slightly but didn't look. Her legs shook slightly.
She was getting wet and a little hot. I started using the stick and
shaved her hair into the water closet. When it was over and I hardly
could see any hair left. Her pussy was so naked I bet she was feeling
exposed very badly. I then pulled the shower and sprayed water on her
pussy to wash the cream away. I used my hand in the process. She moved
herself forward reacting to the warm water being sprayed. I looked
into her eyes and she looked into mine. She was embarrassed at being
so exposed that she covered her pussy. “Remove your hand dear and let
me see you properly,” I demanded. Hesitantly she obeyed.
Continuing what I had started last night I stroked her clit again.
She was already really wet. A few seconds later with my continuous
rubbing, she was moaning. Several seconds later she was moaning. I
had brought her back to where she was last night or rather early this
morning. I applied more vigorous rubs on her clit. She was moaning more
louder and deeper now. She was starting to sweat and her breathing was
fast and heavy. She was almost there. I kept up the pressure. She
started moving now with her legs shaking. "Spread your legs wider" I
instructed. Despite her shame she spread her legs wider. I knew she
was getting there. I mixed slow and fast movements. She was moaning
really loud. It was unfair to stop but I removed my hand. She
instantly panicked and opened her eyes. I got back there with a
vengeance and rubbed really vigorously. A few more seconds of hard
rubbing and she CAME! Her pussy pumped up in the air along with my
hand still continuing the rubbing. There was a river of cum all over
her pussy and it was dripping down both thighs. It was one hell of
a start to our honeymoon.
There was no stopping from there on. Our love making was passionate
and exciting. Preeti gave me tremendous pleasure and once she was
able to accommodate my large member inside her without discomfort,
she began to enjoy it tremendously too. I realized that it was time
to begin our journey of developing our lovemaking into the complete
surrender of a wife to the pleasure of her husband. That night we
discussed what sort of relationship we would have. I told her, “As
the husband I must be in full control of all situations in order for
the family to be running smoothly and happily.” I paused for a
second and Preeti nodded for me to continue. “As my wife you need to
be a very responsible and co-operative person,” I added. I paused
for a few more seconds to look into her eyes and saw that she was
listening intently. “A good husband should know and a good wife
should tell every secret of herself without concealing anything.
The most important factor of having a good marriage is to be able to
understand any mistakes the wife had made and for the husband to help
her realize her mistake and prevent that from happening again. Do you
agree?” To my joy Preeti listened carefully and nodded. It was time to
push for more. “It is not correct to just simply forgive the mistakes
the wife makes because that will not help her at all,” I continued.
“In order for the wife to learn, she must sufficiently compensate for
the mistake.” I was just building up to the main objective. “The types
of compensation could be redoing the work, rectifying the mistake, or
being punished.” I paused for a while. She nodded and looked at me
seriously. “Preeti, though this might sound very traditional, I really
believe this will be best for us in the long run.” She closed her eyes
and gave the impression of being deep in thought. I put my hand around
her back and pulled her head to my chest in a hug. “The difficult bit
is that there are some punishments, which are traditional, that are
quite harsh. But those are only for the really serious mistakes.”
She was sobbing a little now. It had been good so far. To make it more
convincing, I said “You will need to make a promise that you will obey
my wishes and do nothing wrong.” She leaned back and nodded with a sob,
“Yes, I will.” Those were the magic words I wished to hear. She hugged
me again and sobbed saying, “I will do anything to keep our lives happy
and will always do as you wish.” She hurriedly wiped her tears and said
she would like to make the promise more properly. “Stay here,” she said
and went to the closet while I day-dreamed about the punishments I
could impose on her.
She brought a churidar and a saree, both red, and asked me to choose. I
chose the saree as it was more traditional. It had a matching red blouse
and a red petticoat with it. In about 5 minutes, she was fully changed.
She got a small bucket and a one-feet tall stool from the storeroom.
“What is this for?” I asked. “You will see soon,” she said. She then
also grabbed a tall drinking mug. “I think we are almost ready. Please
fill the bucket with water and take the mug and the stool to the outside
through the backdoor. I will be out shortly.” While I went to the kitchen
I could hear the water running in the bathroom. Soon Preeti walked
through the backdoor and came outside dripping with water. Her whole
body was drenched and her breasts were clearly showing through her
clothes. She looked at the sun that was about to start setting. Then
she looked at me and the sun again and knelt down at my feet. She started
to say “I promise to keep my husband happy at all times, not to
displease him, be honest and frank with him, help him, honor his family,
be kind and friendly, obey anything he says, accept anything he does,
take care of our children, not disrespect my husband, do the housework,
cook properly, keep the house clean and all other things that I am told
to do by my husband or his parents or my parents or anyone else who my
husband asks me to listen advice from. I promise to be a good wife and
girl and always protect the respect, status and integrity of my husband
and his family both at home and outside.” She looked up at me. I was
surprised she had said so much more than I expected. I smiled. She got
up and faced me with a few tears of gratitude in her eyes rather than
humiliation. “Now please stand on this stool,” she said. I stood on
the stool and she placed the mug beneath it. As the stool had small
holes in it, the water would drain down to the mug easily. Without
much hesitation but with more tears flowing from her eyes, she knelt
down one more time and slowly poured the bucket of water on my feet
and washed it with her right hand. The water dripped slowly into the
mug. The bucket was empty and Preeti was still kneeling down holding
my feet. I knew what she wanted me to do. I got down and picked her up.
Then I fed her the water from the mug. The water was not dirty at
all because my feet were clean. This is just to have the symbolic touch
that she was consuming water from my feet after she had cleaned it. I
wiped her tears gently and combed my hands through her wet hair as I
fed her the mug of water. She drank and sobbed more. When it was all
drunk, I embraced her in a tight hug calming her emotions down.
It was almost dark and cold. Preeti was shivering in the wetness. So I
grabbed the items and guided her back inside the house. Once in
the living room, I sat her down on the sofa and went to the kitchen to
get some food for her. I was really happy that I had mentally
infiltrated Preeti's mind to be a willing submissive for me and also
that she was mentally acknowledging by drinking the water that she was
bound by it. I was time to drive the point home. “Well, Preeti, I have
quite a lot of expectations from you. Do you think you can do all of
what you promised without any problems?” I asked her. She nodded. “So
then, you should be ready for being punished for any failures,” I said
in a gentle tone. She willingly nodded. I was pleased that she was
understanding without any complaints. “Apart from these specific
punishments, in order to keep our relationship clear in your mind you
will receive a “maintenance” spanking of 20 strokes every week. I
decided to use the internet to find some material to convince Preeti
regarding the types of punishments that a husband could impose on a
wife. I clicked on one of the wife punishment sites and browsed for
a while with Preeti looking on in disbelief of all the pictures that
were coming up. It was also my intention to give Preeti a glimpse of
these things so that she did not think that I was weird when I tried
such methods on her in the future. I finally came to a page where it
provided suggested types of punishments for disciplining a girl. It
was categorized from light to heavy with hyperlinks. “Do you want to
read this?” I asked Preeti. She hesitantly replied “Your choice.” I
could see the excitement but also the fear in her face. She had all
the reason to be afraid, afterall it was she who was going to be
punished. “We don’t have to go on now if you don’t want to,” I offered.
“Hmmm… I think I... I would also like to continue,” she spoke as if in
a trance. The webpage had punishments ranging from spanking, caning,
whipping, enema, bondage, vibrators, clamping and even hot waxing.
“Now don’t de afraid,” I continued, “the punishments would never in
any circumstances leave permanent marks.” Preeti was much reassured
at this and happy to agree to these rules for our marriage. “Good
then, since you have not had any discipline training previously,
we will start right now.” Her face showed her disbelief. She must
have thought that the discipline and punishments would start only
after we returned home.
"Preeti," I said, “During these training sessions we are not just
husband and wife. I am also your teacher. You must respect and obey
my instructions implicitly. Do you understand?” "Yes Sir," she
replied. “This first session would not be easy because you have not
experienced this before. You need to be co-operative. If you do not
co-operate, then I will have to force the issues which would be more
painful,” I said. I started to sense that she was feeling nervous
and scared. Never-the-less, she politely said “I will co-operate,
Sir.” “Alright, we are starting now then. Preeti had no idea of what
she was to expect and how difficult it would be to accept my
instructions. “Go to the bathroom, take off all your clothes and
jewelry, dry yourself and wait for me by standing here naked facing
this mirror,” I said pointing to a full height mirror in the living room.
I went to the storage cabinet and took out some rope. When I reentered
the living room Preeti was standing in front of the mirror as instructed.
She looked down and blushed as she saw me approaching in the mirror. I
went and stood behind her. "Okay Preeti, the main purpose of the
training is to experience different types of punishments but in a mild
manner just as a sample," I said. She looked at me and nodded. "Being
tied up is maybe the very basic of the punishments. It is not a full
punishment of its own but to restrain you for other punishments," I
said. She nodded again. "So let us become more familiar with this
basic first. Okay?" "Yes Sir," she replied. I used the long rope and
started wrapping it around the base of her breasts. She gasped and
stammered, “Please Sir, what are you doing?” I tied a knot strongly
around her left boob and said “You are not to be asking questions.
Just follow as I tell you to. Are we clear on this?” I asked. She
nodded and her hands fell to her sides in obedience. She was stark
naked and such a beautiful sight. It was the moment that I had been
waiting for my whole adult life. I circled the rope around her breasts
and over her neck on both sides. I pulled on the two strings and tied
them in her back like a rope bra. I then took her wrists and tied them
too with the same rope in the back.
“Now, starting with this basic bondage there are two things I want you
to experience today. The first is being helpless to comfort yourself.
The second is being bound and helpless to ease the pain," I stated.
She nodded slightly. "So, let's try the first type to make you bear
discomfort while bound.” I went to the store room and took out two
clothes-clips. I tried pressing it and it was not too hard. I walked
towards Preeti and said "This will hurt but not much." She looked
fearfully at what was to come. I pinched her left nipple and made it
hard enough before I attached the first clip. She yelped in pain.
"That hurts Sir," she said. I ignored her and pinched the right nipple
to attach the other clip. She yelped again but did not complain this
time. Her body shook a little as she pulled against the ropes. I then
went back to the kitchen and got the chilli sauce bottle. I opened it
and dipped my middle finger inside. I sucked it to taste how hot it
was. It was quite hot and I guessed it would create decent pain. I
dipped my middle finger again into the bottle and made sure it was
covered fully. I then walked to Preeti's back side and inserted my
finger into her asshole from beneath. At first she gasped at my entry,
but a few seconds later, she was screaming frantically. "Ahhh....that
is burning...Ahhh," she screamed. I admired the agony for a few seconds
and eventually her screams subsided. She started sobbing. I then dipped
my finger again into the bottle and this time it was for her pussy! Her
pussy was cleanly shaved and her pussy lips were partially open. Her
tears were increasing and her shaking was getting worse. I proceeded
to insert my finger into her pussy. I twisted my finger deep inside for
about two seconds and pulled it out. She gasped for breath as I did that
and when I released it from her cunt she screamed in absolute agony
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh......NO NO NO!!! Ahhhhhh.....I can't I can't." Her head was
shaking from side to side and she couldn't stand it. I just smiled. I
could now hear her cries and tears were streaming down her pretty face.
I was quite sure that this would burn her anus and cunt for hours to
come, and it would be really painful when she went to pee later.
"Please untie me! I can't take this! Please, I beg you, please!" she
cried desperately in pain. "No! This is just the training and you
should learn to bear at least this because there is a lot more if
you are to be punished," I told her. After a few minutes, her cries
softened and her shaking eased. She looked at me standing there with
my arms folded. She gave me a sad look and said "Please Sir. I am so
sorry that I cried so much. I have always been a good girl and never
had much punishment. I promise I will learn quickly Sir and be a good
wife.” “Then you must know that a good wife always takes her discipline
with grace.”
"Preeti, I am now going to let you experience some very basic punishment.
We will start with spanking," I said. She nodded. I pulled her towards the
sofa and I sat in the middle couch of the three-seater sofa. "Lean over
my lap," I instructed. "How?," she asked unsure. I put my hand behind her
back and guided her to lay on my lap. Her head was to my left and her
legs were to my right. Her ass was on my lap. "This is how you will receive
most of your spanking," I explained. “Your bottom is clearly made for
spanking. It is round and full. It can take a lot of punishment without
injury and present a glorious sight when it is glowing red and hot. However,
other parts of your body, like your inner thighs, breasts and vagina,
will also be targeted from time-to-time depending on my mood and the
amount of pain you deserve.” She nodded blankly still trying to absorb
what I was saying. "I will spank you 10 times on each side and you will
need to count it. After both sides has received one each, then you say,
‘One.’ Is that clear?," I asked. She whimpered "Yes Sir." "Good. Let's
start," I said and landed my first spank on the right. "Ahhh....," she
yelled. I landed the next one on her left cheek. "Ahhhhh.....One," she
screamed and kicked out her feet in reflex action. I landed my second
on the right just as hard. "Ouch...," she yelled again. I then landed
the second on her left. "Ahhhh........Two," she managed. She bit her lip
and held herself rigid until the sixth stroke. Her tears were ready to
pop out but not yet.
I was relatively gentle with my first few spanks given it was her first
time. For the sixth stroke I raised my hand and slammed it down on her
left ass cheek. She couldn’t contain herself any longer and cried out
as her tears dripped from her face. As the next stroke came down she put
her hand in the way and stopped it me from fully completing my blow.
I stopped and in a calm voice told her to get off my knee and kneel
before me. She did as instructed still weeping copiously. "For interfering
in your maintenance you will receive two punishment strokes with my belt
on your bottom. You punishment is lenient as this is your first spanking,
but future transgressions will be dealt with more severely." I positioned
her in a kneeling position with her bottom in the air and her forehead on
the floor. Preeti’s eyes started to tear profusely when I withdrew my
belt from my trousers. She gave a loud scream as I brought the belt
down across her bottom. Her little scream had begun to die down when I
belted her again, the thick leather indenting her bubble-butt ass flesh.
After I gave her the two strokes I stopped and caressed her pussy.
Instinctively she pushed up against my hand as I rubbed her. Then I
made her get back onto my my knee and receive the remaining fourteen
strokes from my hand. I spanked her hard and fast and she cried out with
each one. The count was forgotten but I forgave her, this being her first
session.
Her head was buried into the couch. I ran my hand over her back
and looked at the ass cheeks which had turned bright pink. "Are you
okay?," I asked. She nodded still whimpering. "That is all for now,"
I announced. She lifted her head from the couch and looked back up at
me. “Thank you Sir," she said still sobbing but trying to force a smile.
"Don't worry Preeti," I said and combed her hair with my fingers. I
untied her wrists and ankles and removed the rope from her body. I then
pulled her up to kiss her on the lips. She closed her eyes and then
slowly opened them to look into mine. I could plainly see the feelings
of love sweep over her as the fierce stinging in her bottom turned to
heat and glow. I was very aroused by then and needed to relieve myself.
He told her to kneel again and as she did so I held my hugely erect
up in front of her tearful eyes. He told her to clasp her hands behind
her head and open her mouth. Then taking a handful of her hair I
positioned the head of my cock and pulled her open mouth onto my penis
until it filled her mouth fully.
“No… Augghhh…! Preeti gagged. “Please, doesn’t it go down below?”
“Preeti, you silly girl! This is oral sex. I want you to suck and
lick my cock,” I explained. “Use your mouth to stimulate me as much
as you can. I want you to think of my cock as a symbol of myself just
like the Shivling is the embodiment of Lord Shiva. You must minister
to my member as if you are worshipping it with all the devotion you
can manage. You must learn to love the presence of it in your mouth
as much as you desire it in your cunt. A good wife must desire to
meet every possible want of her husband’s penis with every part of
her body.” Preeti’s mouth stretched as I worked her head back a
forth a little using her hair. “Now I am going to push into your
throat,” I explained, “and when you feel the head of my cock there
you must make a swallowing action to allow it to enter easily. It is
ok if you gag at first, but with repeated effort you will be able to
receive me fully.” I tried a couple of times but her throat reacted
violently each time causing her to cough and choke, bringing tears to
her eyes. After about thirty minutes of this training, during which
I allowed her long periods of gentle sucking without testing her
throat, I was ready to ejaculate. I said, “Preeti, I am about ready
to blow now, so hold your tongue under the tip. You may as well
get used to the taste right away.” Preeti froze trying to prepare
for what I was going to do in her mouth. Even so, it was a great
shock to her a few seconds later to feel my cock pulsating and for
her mouth to be flooded with semen as I held her head firmly in
place. She coughed and some of my cum splashed out from around her
lips and onto my clothing. I lifted my softening penis away. “Look
up at me with your mouth open Preeti,” I demanded. Still a little
dazed she obeyed. The gobs of cum spilling from the edges of her
mouth onto her upper slopes of her quivering breasts and the tears
of humiliation in her eyes were like the ultimate aphrodisiac to
me. I savored the sight for whole minutes before I gave her my
permission to drink it all down. She did so although she found it
very difficult that first time. Her mouth was full of stickiness
and it would not go down easily. Nevertheless, she swallowed it
all on the third try. By then I was half hard again. But I knew
I needed something more to get me all the way hard.
Luckily I had another excuse to punish her. She had spilled some
of my cum onto my clothes. “Preeti, do you know what you did
wrong here?” I asked sternly. “Yes Sir, I spoiled your clothes.
I will wash them right away.” “Off course you will. But before
that do you think you deserve punishment?” “Yes Sir,” she mumbled
hesitantly. “Now since I have already spanked your ass, you will
take this punishment on your breasts.” Her eyes grew large as
saucers in fear. Still obeying my commands she went and knelt
before the bedroom mirror with her hands still tied behind her
head. I picked up my belt again and folded it to take the buckle
and opposite end into my right hand. Preeti trembled and tears
welled up in her eyes before rolling down her rosy cheeks and
splattering on to her heaving breasts and mixing with my drying
cum. In a firm voice I told her that she was going to get twenty
lashes. “But do not fear about lasting damage. I already gave
you my word on that. Breasts are beautiful things to be enjoyed
and they become even more beautiful when striped with welts and
colored with many shades of bruising. Tits are mainly fat and
all the vital organs underneath are protected by the ribs. That
makes them ideal for bondage and punishment. Men love to play
with women’s breasts. Tit torture simply takes it to a higher
level of enjoyment. Are you ready my love?” She turned towards
me a gave me a nod and a smile. She was well on her way to becoming
the perfect submissive for my BDSM desires.
I raised my arm and she watched the belt in the mirror as it
arced down with a terrible crack. I had not held anything back.
With my obsession with breasts I figured there was no point
delaying the pleasure I was dreaming about for so long. This is
why I had married a traditional Indian bride, one who would
be too innocent to understand the difference between discipline
and torture. The pain must have been awful. Preeti jerked mightily
and gave a screech. "Ahhhhhheeeiiii…” "This is tit whipping," I
said, as much to myself as to her, trying to convince myself that
my fantasies of absolutely dominating a gorgeous woman especially
by punishing her breasts were finally coming true. I could see a
bright red mark arise immediately along the top of the slashed
globe. The pain was exploding deep inside her swelling tissue and
I had to give her a moment to fully appreciate it. Instead of
striking her immediately, I walked around to her frontside and
positioned myself to whip her other breast.
I landed the second stroke with perfect precision matching the
first. She screamed again in pain. I landed one more and she
screamed even louder. The punishment continued alternately to her
breasts until the tenth stroke when she toppled over and curled
her breasts into her thighs as the belt hit the same nipple for the
second or third time. I knew that if Preeti was to become the
perfect wife, I could not afford to show her mercy during these
training sessions. So I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back
on to her knees again. For the next four strokes I smashed both
her nipples deep into her tit flesh from the front. Each time she
cried out pitiably but the belting continued. For the last six
strokes I had her lay on her back on the bed so that I could hit
the unmarked lower parts of her breasts. When this last stage of
the punishment was finished, I kissed each of her bruised and
swollen breasts before untying her bindings. As she knelt Preeti
watched her breasts change color from brilliant red with purple
patches where the blows had overlapped, to a darker shades of blue.
They had swollen significantly and different from their usual shape.
“How do you feel?” I asked. Her answer truly surprised me. “I am
so sorry I doubted you. Please forgive me. I thought my breasts
were ruined for sure. But they are not even bleeding. The burning
pain is already subsiding and the heat seeping from my breasts
throughout my body feels so strange, but good as well.” “Very good,
Preeti! You are learning excellently!” I said drawing her up for
a kiss. I was hard again and raring to go at the only virgin hole
she had left. Instead to having to explain to her all the details
I decided to go online to show her what I wanted to do. The video,
rather crudely entitled "ass2mouth", showed a very young woman who
was probably barely out of her teens, being penetrated in the mouth
and bottom simultaneously by two older men. Every few minutes the
men exchanged positions until it ended with both men ejaculating into
her mouth. I explained to Preeti that bacteria contained in the
bowel and rectum could cause infection if transferred to the vagina,
but the digestive system was equipped to deal with this and no harm
would occur from moving the penis directly from the anus to the mouth.
I told her that the film makers liked to use a young woman, not only
because she was pretty, but because it accentuates the presentation
of submission that the men are about thirty years older than her and
that there are two men using her at the same time. Most dramatically
of all, for the woman to be required to accept the penises directly
from her bottom to her mouth gives additional pleasure to the men
(and, of course, the viewers of the video) to have a woman accept
something that would be instinctively distasteful. Although the
video was just a commercial product for which the woman was being
paid, the nature of the power relationship and pleasure aspects
could apply to us. “I think that it is time for you to accept this
further duty to reinforce your surrender, to fulfill your wifely duty
to accept your husband’s decisions on how and when to have sex, and
to increase my pleasure to your fullest extent in our lovemaking.”
To innocent Preeti all of this must have sounded rational and
reasonable enough. She said, “After all, if a some girl can do
this for money with two unattractive strangers, I can obviously
do it for my loving husband.” I started making love to her vaginally
and then when she felt hot enough I made her kneel over the edge
of the bed and pressed the head of my penis against her rear hole.
I told her to relax and clasped her shoulders as I pushed against
the sphincter muscle. With a rush it opened and a few inches of my
dick entered. “Oh God, it hurtsssss… I am going to split!” she
screamed in pain. I smacked her bottom and she cried out again, but
she made no move to get away. I started to move myself in and out
of her and spanked her with both hands as I did so. After a little
while the discomfort of my penetration decreased and her warmed up
bottom lost some of its tension. I stopped spanking and rubbed her
clitoris. Then I put my fingers inside her cunt to feel the movement
of my penis in her ass. As I massaged her clitoris and vagina she
relaxed more and more until I felt both of our orgasms building. As
her excitement rose she must have remembered the video and realized
that I was not going to complete my climax in her bottom. The reality
of what was to happen clouded her mind. She lost all enjoyment
instantly and I could immediately notice that she was not responding
as she was before. I withdrew from her rectum with a 'plop' and
commanded "mouth" as I turned onto my back. Preeti moved her head
down towards me and I gripped her hair as I quickly come to like.
But then, just as the head of my penis approached her lips she smelt
a different odor than normal. She panicked and wriggled back. But she
was back within moments. “I… I can’t,” she said, “please make me.”
I grabbed more of her hair as I pushed myself right into her throat.
I could manage just one or two thrusts before I felt my balls tighten
up and I ejaculated. As my semen started to spurt into her throat I
pulled back a little so that I filled her mouth. This time she kept
her lips tight round me and made sure that she swallowed every drop
before licking me thoroughly clean.
When she had finished she thanked me for her punishment and for the
wonderful lovemaking. She promised me that she would never again refuse
me sex whenever, wherever and however I wanted it. I said “I know."
We pulled the bed covers over us and went to sleep in each others arms.
The day following the breast flogging Preeti had very clear stripes
across them which were slightly raised. Her ass was sore as well.
Understandably she did not want to go on the sight seeing tour that
I had planned for that day. I did not want to miss it so I went alone.
When I came back she met me at the door with a hug and a kiss. She
was wearing a blue chiffon (see-through) saree with a very low cut
blouse that closed in the front. Even with that she had left the
top two hooks unsnapped. Clearly she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Are
your tits hurting that badly?” I asked concerned. “No,” she smiled,
“As I tidied up around the cabin I got a little thrill each time I
saw the stripes on my breasts.” “Why?” I asked puzzled. “The breasts
are such a part of a woman’s pride in her beauty. By marking them up
you have really put your mark on me. Today I really felt that I was
owned by my husband, that I truly belong to you. It made me feel
safe and warm.” I then kissed the exposed part of each breast before
saying, “If you wish to display yourself, do so properly. Remove your
clothes now and remain naked until your marks are gone." Poor Preeti
had to stay nude for the full five days remaining in our honeymoon.
Initially I missed her on my day trips, but it was incredibly
arousing to know that she was always naked and ready waiting for me
to come ravish her at my whim.