Suresh the Family Cfnm Slave

Suresh awoke the next morning with a mix of relief and dread. His dread and relief both came from the same thing. His own situation. They caused him dread but the fact that Nandan was going through the same treatment was causing his relief.

He was Completely naked! Not a stitch on! Bare as board!

This started as his punishment for his clumsiness. Now, it was something else. The women in his life, the superior women in his life, had decreed that he would stay home this way for the next three months and he had no choice but to obey. However, a small ray of hope had come from the fact that at the end of the three months, his elder sister had agreed to generously sponsor his lifetime ambition of continuing with his Chess career. The fact that his house owner's son Nandan was also naked and serving his own sister and mother was another massive comfort.

And, there was a little Cherry on top of that Cherry on top.

Nandan's little cherry.

It had been the single biggest boost to his own dwindling self-respect. So, when he fully opened his eyes, he was in a much better mood than he expected.

Anushka was brushing her teeth. Her periods were over, meaning he no longer had to tread carefully around her presence. The first thing he did was rush to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind in a tight hug.

"Thank you, Akka" Suresh whispered, his voice thick with gratitude. "Thank you for making sure I wasn't alone in this."

His hug had caused her brush to fall down. Still a little groggy from sleep, she gently pried him off. She sighed, rubbing her temples. "Suresh, you caused this brush to fall." She looked at him in the mirror with a stern expression. "Pick up my brush and make me some coffee. And be prepared, I'm going to spank you 5 times for this."

Suresh's eyes widened slightly, but he did as he was told, retrieving the brush and heading to the kitchen. He could feel a mix of apprehension and anticipation as he brewed her coffee, the memory of her threat lingering in his mind.

Varsha smiled at her little brother as he walked into the kitchen, with his gigantic boner leading the way and handed the milk packet. He quickly prepared and served coffee to his mother, sister, and Anushka. As he placed the cups in front of them, he could feel the tension in his body building, knowing what was to come. After they finished their coffee, Anushka gestured towards her knees. He got over them.

Kavitha watched the scene with so much excitement. Her son, naked as the day he was born and over his cousin's knee. While Anuhska herself was clad head to toe in her pyjamas. Anushka, knowing Kavitha and Varsha were watching her, delayed the spectacle and started caressing his butt.

Suresh was feeling the electric charge in his buttock as he waited for his punishment to start. After a few seconds, The first smack landed, and Suresh flinched, the sting more intense than he had expected. "Ouch!" he exclaimed.

"Four more, Suresh. You can take it," she soothed, her hand caressing the spot she had just struck. The next four smacks were similarly painful.

By the time the last one landed, Suresh was breathing heavily, his body tense with the combination of pain and arousal. Anushka could see the effect her actions were having on him, and she smiled, running her fingers through his hair.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" she cooed, her voice laced full authority.

Suresh looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of submission and longing. "No, Akka. It wasn't." he kissed both her feet and promised to be less clumsy in the future. The rest of the morning, Suresh was still in pain, but even in his pain, he continued to follow her around, eager to please her, like a loyal puppy. His behavior brought amused glances from the three women, who found his submissive eagerness somewhat entertaining.

Suresh's next task was ironing their clothes. Each item he picked up only reminded him of his own humiliating situation, that he was naked. As he ironed each piece of clothing, he could see that there were no male shirts, or pants, or even underwear once again highlighting his extended nudity. His shame deepened with each item of clothing. Once the task was done, his mother approached him.

"Now, Suresh," Kavitha began, her voice soft but unyielding, "it's time for the first order of business. You'll lock away every piece of your own clothing. From this moment on, you'll be allowed only one set, and you will wear those only when you get proper permission from one of us."

Suresh promptly kissed mom's feet and started doing his task. The act of locking away his own clothes was more emotionally draining than Suresh had imagined. He held each item in his hands for a moment, staring down at them as if they represented the last pieces of his former life. His heart ached as he slid the lock shut, knowing he had just surrendered the key to his freedom. When he handed the key to his mother, Kavitha added it to her keychain with a satisfied click, the sound echoing in his ears like a Prison door slamming shut.

Meanwhile, in Rashmi's duplex house, Nandan faced his own trials. Completely naked, he served their morning coffee, his face burning with embarrassment. Afterward, he was tasked with polishing Nireeksha's shoes--a task that seemed simple but soon proved overwhelming. Nireeksha was an avid shoe collector, and there was a mountain of them waiting to be polished. Nandan, clueless about how to polish them properly, struggled for half an hour and only managed to finish three pairs--one of which had clear streaks from improper application of the polish. Another had polish smudged unevenly across the surface, making it look dull instead of shiny. Nireeksha was not pleased.

She called him over. "Ten spanks for that disaster," she said coldly, making him bend over.

Nandan gulped, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear. "Niri?"

"Bend over," she ordered.

Nandan complied, his bare skin shivering in the cool air. The first strike of the hand stung, but it was the sound that echoed through the room, a sharp crack that made his body tense. He always knew how strong his elder sister was. The sound was like a bullet and his butt stung.

9 more to go, he thought nervously and his nervousness caused his naked, completely exposed butt to jiggle. The movement was not missed by Nireeksha and she took some time before going for the next one.

The second and third strikes followed, each one just as hard as the first. Nandan gritted his teeth, his body burning with each strike.

"Ten times, Niri?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"Yes, Nandan," she replied, her hand causing a small whoosh through the air before striking him again. "You need to learn to do things right the first time."

After the tenth strike, Nandan stood up, his body aching and his heart pounding. Nireeksha calmly surveyed her naked brother up and down and ordered him to do it again.

After the punishment, however, he still did a poor job. Nireeksha watched with proper anger at him, a grown adult, faltering at such a simple task. He stood up telling he needed to use the restroom. However, Nireeksha stopped him. "No toilet for you for the next hour, Nandan," she declared with a smirk. "You can watch me polish them properly until then."

As Nireeksha expertly polished the remaining shoes, Nandan watched with a mix of frustration and dread. Within 15 minutes, he needed to go but knew better than to complain. His stomach churned, and his legs fidgeted uncontrollably. He shifted from foot to foot, his face pale as he struggled to maintain control. Nireeksha noticed his discomfort but remained firm. Inwardly, she marveled at how quickly his attitude had changed within just two days. She made a mental note to thank Varsha and Suresh for this idea. When Nandan begged her to let him use the toilet, she simply smiled and shook her head.

"Not yet, Nandan. You have to wait," she said coolly. When Nandan pleaded with his mother, Rashmi only chuckled at his predicament, clearly relishing his distress.

"Mom, please," Nandan pleaded, his voice cracking as he squirmed uncomfortably. "I really need to go!"

Rashmi glanced at him with a cold smile, her arms crossed over her chest. "You should have thought about that before you lazed around and mocked others all this time," she said harshly. "Polishing shoes is like the simplest thing to do, something that Nireeksha has been doing since she was 6. If you are still not good at it, it is only because you have not even practised it. Now, you have to face this punishment."

As the minutes ticked by, Nandan was a wreck. He squirmed, walked up and down, curled up on the floor as he felt the pressure down south of his body. He cried and pleaded with them but the women showed no mercy. Pretty soon, he was fully hard again and his motions as he tried to control himself was causing his thing to bob and bob in all directions. Both women openly laughed at him as he cried like a baby. He clutched his stomach, shifting from one foot to the other, desperately trying to control his body's urges. The pressure built with every passing second, and his mind spiraled with thoughts of humiliation and helplessness. Nireeksha and Rashmi only continued to mock him. Finally, when the hour mark passed, he scrambled to the toilet, scurrying past the amused women. When he emerged, the fresh wave of shame that washed over him was almost unbearable. He had been denied something as basic as going to the toilet, while still completely naked. The women only glanced at him briefly before dismissing him with a casual order to continue with his next task: washing the dishes.