Narges returned, and she had Vidya by the ear. Vidya was dressed in a flimsy black think negligee, and her face was bright red with embarrassment and shame. She tried to avoid my gaze as Narges led her, by the ear, like a naughty school girl, to the edge of the dinner table. I could see Narges twist and pull her ear before letting her stand.
“Please bend over the edge of the table, dear.” Mr. Sarun ordered her. “Spread your arms and hold yourself steady, Vidya.”
“Yes, Sirjee.”
It was amazing how submissively Vidya was taking in her punishment. I knew Gaurav caned her a few times but that was BDSM — or kinky sex. This was a proper punishment.
Vidya bent over the table and gripped its sides for support. Narges bent down and pulled her nightie up, exposing her bare buttocks to all of us. I could already see sharp red streaks on her fair ass — it was evident she had already been caned in the morning or afternoon.
“Vidya, the first morning I had warned you that any disobedience or displeasure caused by you would result in a swift punishment.”
Vidya gulped. “Yes, Sirjee.”
“Twenty spanks.” Mr. Sarun announced, readying his hand. “Count them out, Vidya.”
“Yes, Sirjee.”
WHACK!
Vidya’s whole delicate body quivered and shook as Mr. Sarun brought down his powerful hand square on her buttocks, making a sharp, resounding noise.
“One!” Vidya gamely counted.
WHACK!
“Two!”
I, her husband, could only watch and avert my eyes as my wife was spanked in front of me like a delinquent school girl.
WHACK!
“Three!”
WHACK!
“Four!”
WHACK!
“Five!”
And so it continued, as I stood by defenselessly watching while another man spanked my wife in full view of everyone in the house. After twenty swats, Vidya’s ass was bright red and smarting, and she was shivering, her eyes stained with tears and her voice whimpering.
Mr. Sarun then came forward and stood directly behind her, his crotch touching her red smarting ass. Then he unzipped and pulled out his rock hard pecker. With a grunt, he pushed it into my wife’s butt.
“Mmmph!” Vidya could only grunt as Mr. Sarun started to fuck her butt. We all watched as Mr. Sarun took my wife’s ass right there on the dining table. The table shook as he hammered a limp Vidya. With a loud groan, he started to ejaculate. When he was done, he wiped his dick against her negligee, zipped up and then went to his room. Just before leaving, he harshly ordered my wife to follow him.
Vidya was in a daze. She stood up, her hair tousled and her face tear-stained. Spunk dribbled down her legs as she walked and demurely followed my boss down the hallway.
* * *
Thursday passed with no incidents outside of ordinary. Well, if you consider working all day while your boss is bonking your wife ordinary. I returned home to find them by the pool. My boss Mr. Sarun was seated on one of the deck chairs with Vidya on his lap, with her back to him. His enormous dark cock was clearly penetrating her cunt, as his large fingers manipulated her clit. Vidya’s eyes were closed, and she was softly but ecstatically moaning.