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Roza aunty, (wife of Rashid uncle) is my Mom's Kitty friend, She lives in the opposite apartment complex to ours. She stays all alone as her kids were in boarding school, and her husband was working in Dubai. So, she spends a lot of time by herself.
There are some rumours about Roza Aunty that I've heard. Some say that "She's Rashid's uncle's second wife", while others claim that "Rashid uncle left her for a third wife settled in Dubai and comes back to India once a year". There are even people who say "Roza is real cousin of Rashid and they got married because of family pressure and hence, Rashid uncle is still taking care of her and sending her money every month for her needs".
Now, let me describe Roza Aunty. She's probably around 36 years old, stands about 5'6", and has a really fair complexion. Her figure is pretty impressive, measuring 38-30-36. She always dresses stylishly and wears makeup, which makes her look really attractive. I have to admit, "Not too bad for a for her age", I find her quite appealing and I can't help but notice her.
A lot of times when I go jogging or walking in society, I can see her. We would greet each other and sometimes even use to chat about random things. I couldn't help but notice her attractive figure while we talked. But things never went ahead. She never gave me any chance to come closer to her.
One day, Mom and Aunt Roza went shopping together. Unfortunately, Mom forgot her phone at home. She called me from Aunt Roza's phone, but since I didn't recognize the number, I didn't answer. Soon after, I got a WhatsApp message from that number saying, "Jitesh, it's Mom. I'm texting from Roza's phone. Can you check if I left my iPhone at home?" I quickly searched and found her phone on her bed. I called her back to let her know.
Later, I sent a WhatsApp message to that number saying, "Yes, Mom, your phone is at home. Don't worry, enjoy your shopping! If you need any money, I can send it to this number." Unfortunately, she didn't see it at that moment.
At night I got a reply from Roza Aunty saying, "So sorry, I read your message right now."
I instantly replied, "No Problem, aunty," and then thanked her for helping Mom and thus tried my best to keep chatting with her, I even asked her if she had dinner and all. From the Next day onwards, I messaged her Good morning and good evening messages. I also commented on her status photos, which she uploaded, but she hardly ever replied to me.
Last Saturday night, after having a few too many drinks, I was looking at WhatsApp and saw my aunt's solo picture on her status. I quickly commented on it, but she didn't reply. So, I decided to message her again. I was getting really frustrated because she didn't reply to me and I couldn't stop thinking about her. She was driving me wild, and I ended up going to bed with thoughts of her on my mind.
When I got up the next day, I suddenly remembered that I had texted my aunt. I was shocked to read my drunken messages. I wrote, "Aunty, you look amazing in that dress! I really like it." The second message was "Please reply! I know you're alone and need a man."
I saw that she had read everything and had blocked me. I felt really ashamed and frustrated with my actions. I had no idea how to handle the situation and kept worrying about how I would face her. As she had blocked me, I couldn't even apologize to her on message, I kept thinking about the solution.
In the afternoon, I finally gathered some courage. I bought a bouquet for Roza aunty, and went to her house to apologize. Upon ringing her doorbell, she opened the door, and seeing me at her doorstep steps, she gave me an angry look. It was clear she was upset with me. I noticed some guests were sitting in her living room whom I didn't know. I really didn't want to make things awkward, to keep things low-key. I handed Aunty the flowers and quietly said I was "sorry for what happened last night". Softly, I tried to explain to her that I was drunk and thought I was texting my girlfriend, but she just stared at me in anger. Then, she took the flowers from me, tossed them aside, and slammed the door without saying a word. I then returned home.
On Friday afternoon, I had gone to a mall to purchase a new charger for my iPhone and I spotted Roza Aunty at the grocery store in the mall. I tried to avoid her as I was ashamed of the act. However, when I was leaving the mall, Aunty rushed over and said, "Jitesh, grab these bags and drop me home." Her tone was pretty firm and commanding, and I could tell she was still angry with me. I took her bags filled with her groceries and kept them in my car. I opened the car door for her, and she got inside without saying anything.
While driving home, I wondered why she had decided to talk to me and how she would react once we reached her house. I looked at her but she was sitting quietly looking outside through the window. I observed her while driving the car, she was wearing a White T-shirt and blue jeans.
Finally, as we reached her place, she asked me to bring her bags to her home, I followed her with her bags. Upon reaching her home, she took the bags from me and went to the kitchen to keep them. She then walked back to the living room and sat on the sofa whereas I was still standing at her doorsteps. I looked down and turned around to leave her home so as to avoid her scolding but she asked me to stop and said, "Jitesh, lock the door and come here."
I was feeling a little anxious inside. Honestly, I wasn't too worried about Mom since I could probably convince her. My real worry was if she showed those flirty texts to the cops, that could really mess me up. But I didn't have much choice now, It was clear that Aunty was upset and angry over my messages. I decided that the best way to deal with it was to apologize once again, listen to her scolding's, and end the topic once and for all.
So, I went ahead and locked her main door, walked up to her, and said, "Aunty, I'm really sorry. I accidentally messaged you that day in drunken state."
"Jitesh I know it wasn't a mistake. I have seen you observing me quite a few times even before," Aunty said in an angry tone.
"No, Aunty, never," I replied softly
"Don't speak in between, you bad boy," Aunty said, shouting at me.
Then she continued to speak angrily: "I know you are grown up, I know you earn your living, but that doesn't mean you keep flirting around. Don't you have any manners?"
"Auntie, you are taking things in the wrong direction. I said it was by mistake," I said politely.
"Shut your mouth; I have not finished yet," she said, angrily cutting me off. "It has been a long time since I observed you staring at me. I have noticed you eyeing me secretly, and today is the day you will finally pay for your disrespectful behaviour."
"Look at me, you scoundrel," She yelled
Sorry, Aunty, I said
"No, you will be punished by me today, or I'm going to the police." She said to me, showing her mobile phone.
"What Punishment?" I questioned, looking into her eyes.
"Maybe you deserved a proper punishment like going to Jail or some hard spanking," she said with a raised eyebrow.
"Come on, Aunty, you can't be serious! It's not like I committed a huge crime by texting you". I said.
"Seems like you are still taking me lightly, and you don't want to admit your mistake. Well, let me teach you a lesson today," She said, looking at me firmly.
What lesson? I asked furiously!
"Follow my orders, orelse I will call the cops now."
"Whats orders" I asked.
"You deserve a spanking, young man, like the cops do with the prisoners."
"No ways," I said
"Yes, March your ass to me," she commanded loudly.
I was too pissed off and wanted to get rid of the situation for now, Eventually, I did as instructed by her.
"We'll start a warm-up hand spanking. Come ahead and bend over on my lap," she ordered.
Though I was nervous, being on her lap and getting my ass spanked excited me, An evil smile spread across my face. I kept looking at her.
"Your tantrums are only making this worse for you. I am going to give you the spanking of your life. Come here now." She said
I came forward and followed her order. She was sitting in the middle of the 3 seater sofa, I moved ahead and bent on her lap, My chest was on one side of the sofa, while my legs were on the other side whereas my penis was on her lap and my ass was facing the roof. Though a bit nervous but I was thrilled and excited for the punishment now. My cock was touching her thighs which started giving me a hardon.
"Okay, fine now. Let's begin with the punishment," she said.
She rubbed my bottoms softly on my jeans and began spanking my ass firmly, alternating 3-4 times on each ass cheek. She then spanked me harder with her hands but instead of getting hurt I was enjoying it and cock was getting erected on every spank. So I adjusted my hips, giving my cock a space to rise in my jeans.
"You're enjoying this? You disgusting piece of shit! You think it's funny. Remove your jeans and bend over, RIGHT NOW!" she ordered me.
I got up and looked at her face. Looking at me, she said, "Remove your jeans, bend over again, and give that belt of yours to me."
I just stared at her and did nothing.
Take off your clothes." She said, almost ordering me.
I was stunned, Did I really hear her correctly?
"What, are you deaf? Take off your fucking clothes now!" She yelled again.
I slowly took off my clothes, unhooking my jeans, now I was in my Boxers and a T-shirt. My erection was now clearly visible through my boxer. I saw Aunty looking at my crotch, but without saying anything, Aunty took the belt off my jeans in her hand and said, "Get back in position before I have to tie you down!"
