Anushka was still worried about Nandan. He was right. They could not protect Suresh all the time. These days, the cameras were very strong and Nandan could take a picture of Suresh any time. The simplest solution was to allow Suresh to wear clothes. However, Anushka knew that she was not going to let that happen. She was having a lot of fun at her naked cousin's expense and there was no way she was going to stop now. And yet, she kept asking herself how she could protect him?
The answer to that question came that evening. The atmosphere in the small house thickened with tension as Rashmi entered, dragging Nandan by the ear.
Nandan was completely naked!
His tiny cock swung awkwardly and fluttered as he stumbled beside his mother. The sight immediately drew sharp reactions.
Varsha's eyes widened in disbelief before a smirk crept across her lips. Nandan glanced at Varsha and knew that her smirk was about his small penis. Varsha caught him glancing at her and her smirk widened with contempt.
Anushka openly laughed, her gaze lingering on Nandan's pitiful attempts to close himself for some dignity. Kavitha crossed her arms, her lips pressing into a thin line of satisfaction as she took in the full picture. Nandan, red-faced, desperately tried to cover himself with his hands. The women noted, with complete satisfaction, that his small hands were more than sufficient to cover himself while Suresh's own organ towered in comparison.
"Hands to your sides, Nandan," Rashmi ordered sternly, her voice brooking no argument. Reluctantly, Nandan obeyed, his hands falling stiffly to his sides as he stood there, exposed and vulnerable under the women's watchful gazes.
"You won't believe what this boy has done," Rashmi fumed, pushing Nandan forward into the center of the room. Nandan winced, his face flushed redder than the flushing redder and redder with every second. "Changing his grades! I had brought him a 2 Lakh Rupees Bike for his fake grades. Now, he will suffer for it."
Nireeksha nodded when Anushka caught her eye, silently confirming that she had indeed told Rashmi about Nandan's deceit. Nireeksha knew it was the only way. Nireeksha couldn't inform the college without hurting Anushka so she had just told her mother. Then, when she told Rashmi about Suresh's punishment and how it would fit Nandan perfectly, Rashmi had gone for it instantly. It was the only way to ensure Nandan would never photograph Suresh in his state.
Anushka mentally braced herself, knowing that her own truth would soon surface. While she knew that Suresh was safe now, she also knew that the confrontation with her mother was inevitable, and she could already feel the tension building within her. But for now, her focus was on Suresh--she would deal with the fallout later.
Rashmi turned to Kavitha. "From now on, Nandan will be a full-time naked servant in our house until I decide he's learned his lesson. And if you ever need a break from Suresh's services, feel free to use Nandan instead. I have no patience left for him. Likewise, if needed, I won't hesitate to put Suresh to work too."
Kavitha nodded thoughtfully, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "That sounds fair, Rashmi," she said. "As for Suresh, we've set some new rules for him as well. We'll keep only one set of clothing outside for him. The rest will be locked away, and Suresh himself will be the one to lock them up while he stays completely naked all the time. That way, he knows exactly what his choices are. The mat at the front door will be his threshold. He will only be allowed to cross it into the house once he's completely naked."
Suresh's stomach dropped as he heard his mother's words. The thought of locking away his own clothes felt like a final blow to his dignity, a confirmation that his autonomy was slipping further away with each passing moment. But he remained silent, knowing that any protest would only make things worse. Nandan, standing beside him, clenched his fists in frustration, the reality of his punishment sinking in as he listened.
"As an initiation," Kavitha continued, her voice steady and commanding, "both Suresh and Nandan will go to each of us, kiss our feet, and thank us for the privilege of serving us."
Suresh felt his heart race, the weight of the humiliation crashing down on him. He glanced at Nandan, who stood stiffly beside him, his expression a mixture of dread and disbelief. But there was no escape. Together, they moved toward Rashmi, the first in line for their degrading ritual.
Suresh approached Rashmi first, his steps hesitant and heavy. She, however, smiled warmly at him. Her expression was kind as she watched him lower himself to the floor and kiss her feet. Her eyes never left his naked body, and when he completed the fifth one, Suresh rose to his feet and stood before her
.
"Thank you, Aunt Rashmi," he said quietly, his voice shaking slightly with emotion. "Thank you for the privilege of serving you."
