“Balachandraji, I am sorry.” Vidya said.
Balchandra? Balachandra?
I nearly chocked.
Balachandra Laxmikant was a South Indian gentleman, a retiree, who lived a few houses down the street from ours, in the next block. His wife had died some time back, and his kids lived in the New Delhi, so he lived by himself here in Pune. He had been an officer in the Navy, but was retired for at least ten years now. He must have been 60 years old. There was at least thirty years difference between Vidya and Balachandra.
So what was he doing here? And why was she apologizing to him?
In all my fantasies, whenever I had pictured Vidya’s next lover, I didn’t think of a man who was much older than me, let alone someone retired. I had thought Vidya would probably take some virile young man to bed, and someone who could fuck her to multiple orgasms.
SLAP!
The sound was sharp, like that of a pistol shot. Balachandra, my neighbor, had slapped my wife.
Vidya stood in silence, her hands at her side, glancing down at her feet in shame.
“I am sorry, Balachandraji,” She mumbled. “I should have messaged you immediately when Rajesh left.”
SLAP!
Balachandra slapped her again.
“That’s right, bahu, you should have.” He told her. “Instead, I learn from your friend Prakriti that you are home alone for the next four nights.”
He was calling my wife bahu, which meant daughter-in-law. Given their age difference, it wasn’t shocking that this was the term he would use. This is what much older men usually called younger married women. Bahu. Daughter-in-law.
“I am sorry, Balachandraji.” Vidya apologized again. “I was going to tell you, but I forgot and slept. I just woke up some time ago.”
Balachandra raised his hand again. Vidya flinched slightly, but made no move to step away from the slap. She was meekly accepting her punishment for not informing her lover that she was available for his pleasure.
SLAP!
Balachandra slapped her again. Vidya gingerly rubbed her cheek where she had been slapped. It was now red.
I knew Vidya liked her lovers to be a little rough. During the few days Vidya had been a sex slave of my boss Gaurav, he had slapped her a couple of times, and spanked her once or twice, and even caned her a couple of times.
I could not do rough sex. After the tryst with Gaurav had ended, Vidya tried to make me spank and slap her. I tried but I simply wasn’t up to it. I couldn’t bring myself to hit her with my full strength. Besides, all of her former boyfriends and lovers had been muscular hunks who could lift her up and toss her around. I was definitely not a muscular person.
Vidya, even while having sex on her terms, liked to be treated like a piece of meat, being slapped, spanked, pinched, groped and fondled by her lovers – something I couldn’t bring myself to do. No wonder I couldn’t satisfy her like they did.
Then she had begun her affair with Ramu the milkman.
Ramu used to spank her butt all the time. He was a low class labourer, and it was a thrill for him to smack Vidya’s bum, this high class memsahib, and watch her gori fair skin redden up with the marks of his fingers. I often used to come home and find Vidya naked, putting cream on red bruises on her buttocks that were welts from Ramu’s spanking.