Wasim looked at her for a minute, as if deciding on how to deal with her sudden insolence. He then snapped his fingers.
“Get up.”
Vidya stood up, somewhat reluctantly. I think she was already regretting this little act of defiance. I was sure she was thinking if she should apologize to him, but Wasim gave her no chance. He stood up and roughly pushed her face down on the couch.
“Get on the couch. Facing away. Put your hands on the cushion.”
I was guessing he was going to fuck her in the butt again. That was one of his favourite ways to “punish” Vidya. Vidya was not a big fan of anal sex, in particular with Wasim and his huge cock.
Vidya did what she was asked to do. She was now bent over on the sofa, buttocks out waving in the air, her hands on the cushion, bracing herself. I saw Wasim unbuckle his belt. But then once again he took his belt out. Instead of his pants falling down, as I expected, once again he had the belt in his hand, doubled over to make the strap.
WHIP!
“OWWWWWWW!!” Vidya screamed in pain as she felt the belt lash across her buttocks.
“You bitch, you think you can be insolent with me?” Wasim hissed at her, raising his hand again.
WHIP!
WHIP!
My wife was naked, except for her mangalsutra, bent over the couch, her round stinging ass fully presented to Wasim for her punishment. They were far too away from any of the windows, so none of the construction workers could see how this prim and proper wife was bent over and getting whipped with a belt, but surely they could hear her cries and the sound of the lashing?
WHIP!
“You are such a slut and a whore.”
WHIP!
“A skank like you daring to talk back at me?”
WHIP!
“BITCH! Saali randi!”
WHIP!
Tears streamed out of Vidya’s eyes as she was now apologizing profusely and humiliatingly. Finally Wasim seemed to calm down a little.
“Had enough, memsaab?” He asked, turning my wife’s head to face him.
Vidya looked into his eyes with tears in and nodded.
“I am sorry, Wasim. I am very sorry.”
“Will you argue with me again?”
Vidya shook her head.
“Do you realize who is in charge here?”
My wife nodded.
“Yes, Wasim. I am sorry, Wasim.”
“Hmmm.”
Wasim then proceeded to fuck her in the cunt.
He pushed Vidya so she fell on the couch face down. Wasim then lifted her legs and spread it apart a little, then he put his knees on the couch right below her ass and entered my wife in one swift motion. He was fucking her doggy style.
“Hmm. You cunt is sloppy and wet.” Wasim announced, as he pounded her. “This ass whopping as actually turned you on.”
Embarrassed, Vidya said nothing but continued to moan as Wasim humped her. He then withdrew his cock and made Vidya lied down on the coach, on her back. This time he climbed on top of her, facing her, and entered her again. He was now fucking her missionary style.
“Look into my eyes.” Wasim ordered, and this time my wife obeyed.
Wasim lifted her legs and raised them. Putting my wife’s ankles on his shoulders, he pounded her hard. In between, he kept spitting on Vidya’s face. Vidya was now moaning uncontrollably, her body in the throes of yet another orgasm. Her cunt seemed to radiate pleasure (I am over exaggerating, I am sure) from the penetrative assault. She still cried out from time to time as her tender ass cheeks, where she had been lashed, hurt from being rubbed against the couch fabric.