“And how do you think the villagers train their cows?” Wasim laughed again. “It’s not a circus animal. It just has to know where to come and where to go when grazing.”
“I don’t know, Wasim. I guess you have try and guide them.”
Wasim had unbuckled his belt completely by now. He folded it in double in his hand and made it into a strap.
“What you do, memsaab, is that you take a stick, and give the cow a few swats. Each time it disobeys, you beat it, until it learns to obey you.”
Vidya gulped as Wasim slowly lowered the belt strap and rested it on her butt. The he reached down, and pulled her panty down, from over her butt, until it was there at her knees. My wife was now on the floor, butt naked, on all fours, waiting to be punished by our lowly guard. And I had knowingly helped put her in this situation.
WHIP!
There was a thunderous crack as the belt came down on Vidya’s big buttocks.
“Oww! Oww!” Vidya cried out as no doubt a stinging pain spread through her rear end. She did not move or change her position otherwise though.
WHIP!
“Oww!” A bright red mark appeared on her ass. This was something new for Vidya. She had been spanked or caned before, but never beaten with a belt.
WHIP!
“Oww! Wasim, I am so sorry, please forgive me.”
“I have told you, Vidya, I will not stand for your insolence!”
WHIP!
“Oww! Wasim, it hurts. Please stop.”
Even Feroz seem perturbed, and turned to Wasim.
“Bhai, maybe she has learned her lesson.”
“Yes! Yes!” Vidya implored, while remaining in her position. “I am sorry, Wasim.”
WHIP!
“You need to understand who is the man here, and who is the randi.”
WHIP!
“Oww! Wasim, I swear I will buy a yellow sari tonight. Please stop.”
“From tomorrow, if I don’t see you in a yellow sari, I will strip you naked and parade you in front of all the construction labourers.”
WHIP!
WHIP!
Wasim continued to whip her until her whole buttocks was covered with red lash marks. Feroz didn’t intervene, and Vidya was crying now, tears flowing unabashed, her loud cries reduced to a whimper as Wasim continued to punish her. He finally stopped after what must have been the fifteenth lashing.
“Get up, memsaab.” He ordered.
Vidya groggily tried to stand up. She nearly stumbled and fell as her panties were at her ankles. My wife stepped out of her panties and stood stark naked, facing the guards while rubbing her crimson red buttocks. I could see the lash marks fresh on her ass.
“What do you say, memsaab?” Wasim taunted her, putting his belt back on his trousers. Vidya looked at the men, while rubbing her sore bottom.
“I am sorry, Wasim.” She then looked at Feroz. “I am sorry, Feroz. I am your rakhel. Your bitch. I am not equal to you. I should know my place.”
“Memsaab.” Wasim continued to order her about. “Feroz will have to leave now, since we can’t both be away for long. Please walk him to the door.”
“Yes, Wasim.” Vidya nodded, and then with what seemed to be extra deference, asked, “Can I put on my clothes now, Wasim?”
“No.” Wasim shook his head. “Walk with him like this. Naked.”
Vidya didn’t get the chance to say much more as Feroz walked up to her and slid his arm around her waist. He then turned her around to face him, taking care not to touch her smarting ass, and they kissed.