On the third day of their servitude, both Suresh and Nandan faced new challenges. The last two days, each of them wore their proper clothes when they went up to the terrace to hang the laundry, a small mercy they had been granted the past two days. But Nandan's day took a sharp turn when Rashmi discovered something as she came to his room early in the morning.
Rashmi once again smiled in satisfaction as she thought about her slave.
For, her son was naked. Completely naked! Not a stitch on! Bare as board!
They had kept him naked for two days now. Initially, she was telling herself that this was just punishment for cheating on his grades. However, she could no longer deny to herself that this was something else. She reveled in the power she held over him. The thought of her son naked, while she and her daughter ordered him around was a powerful feeling and, in truth, he deserved it. And what she found as she came closer to wake him up all but increased her resolve.
When she walked in, she saw him picking up his sheets, ostensibly to put it in the laundry. However, she saw the stains. Clear as day and just as whitish. Nandan had been wanking, and had been hoping to escape notice by adding the sheets into the laundry. Her face darkened with fury as she stared at him.
Nandan's heart sank. He could see no way out of this. He had hoped to slide by with a little sneakiness, but it had not worked out that way. Without a word, he stared at his mother, his emotions going wild.
Firstly, there was no way he could have avoided wanking after the previous day's light bulb incident.
Naked, in front of mom and sis.
While he stood on a chair changing the light bulb.
Mom and sis standing on the floor holding the chair. At that angle, they would see his balls and the underside of his cock. The very thought was once again restarting his erection.
Now, in the present, e was getting hard and there was no stopping it.
Completely naked. While his mother stood in front of him. Eyes narrowed in anger and contempt. The sight of her face was a feedback loop and he was at his full mast instantly.
Rashmi watched her son, completely naked, every inch of him visible - including his petite organ. He slowly looked up and down at her and she could see the raw shame in his eyes.
"Nandan," she called out, her voice stern. "Over my knee."
Nandan, her 21-year-old son, looked up from the bed, startled. "Mom, I can explain."
"I told you to get over my knee," Rashmi repeated, her voice hard. She pointed at the bed. "You think I need an explanation for this?"
Nandan's cheeks flushed. "I-I was just... relaxing."
Rashmi raised an eyebrow. "Relaxing, Nandan? How dare you?" She walked over to a chair and sat down. "Come here."
Nandan hesitated, then walked over to her, his face still red with embarrassment. Rashmi gestured for him to lie over her knee. "Please, Mom!" he begged, but he complied nonetheless after she showed no relent.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson, Nandan," Rashmi said firmly. She lifted her hand and brought it down on his bare bottom. Nandan yelped, the sound echoing in the room.
"Ow, Mom!" he protested.
"Quiet," Rashmi said, her hand coming down again. "You know the rules."
Nandan gritted his teeth as the spanks continued. By the tenth one, he was squirming and begging. "Please, Mom, it hurts!"
"It's supposed to hurt," Rashmi said, her voice unyielding. The sound of every hit was a fresh wave of fear, pain and shame to Nandan. However, after the tenth hit, he heard the only sound that would increase that shame. The sound of the door opening. Nandan's elder sister, Nireeksha, stepped in. Nandan watched with further shame.
Shame at the thought of his sister. Watching him. Him completely naked while she was dressed in her night clothes. She smirked at the sight, her gaze lingering on Nandan's bare, reddening ass.
"Ma, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.
Rashmi paused, and just pointed to the sheets. Nireeksha took one look at them and her smirk widened. "Well, well, little brother. Seems like you've been a naughty boy. You definitely deserve this punishment." Nireeksha continued staring at her naked little brother until mom completed 25 smacks.
"Also, your punishment is not over. You will now hang the clothes on the terrace naked."
Nandan's eyes widened in horror. "Mom, please!" he fell on the floor and begged desperately. "Spank me extra--anything else! Just don't make me do this."
But Rashmi's decision was final. "No," she said firmly. "You made those stains on your bed, and now you'll lie in it. Maybe this will teach you to keep your hands away. And it is still quite early in the morning so there hopefully won't be anyone around. "
Defeated, Nandan finished rubbing his naked reddened buttocks, and moments later, he found himself standing holding the laundry basket, completely naked. His cheeks burned with humiliation as he carried the heavy load of laundry upstairs, dreading what awaited him on the terrace. As he approached the stairs, he heard a familiar voice--Anushka, of course. She was laughing at him, her voice dripping with amusement. "Looking good, Nandan!" she teased, folding her arms as she leaned against the wall.
Nandan flushed even redder, his embarrassment intensifying with each word. He tried to brush it off. "Leave me alone, Anushka!" he snapped, his voice sharper than he intended.
Anushka grinned wider, clearly enjoying his discomfort. "Aww, so cute," she taunted. "Are you going to make me leave you alone, tough guy?"
Nandan clenched his fists, his voice rising as he glared at her. "Just shut up, Anushka!" he shouted. "I don't need your stupid jokes right now!"
His voice echoed across the walkway, the outburst leaving a brief silence in its wake. Anushka's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but then she simply raised an eyebrow, her smirk returning.
"Well," she said slowly, her tone suddenly serious, "okay, be my guest."
Nandan's anger faltered as he suddenly realized the truth of what he was about to do. Swallowing his pride, he looked across and mumbled, "I mean... Could you come with me? You know... for moral support?"
Anushka raised an eyebrow and laughed again. "And why should I do that?" she asked mockingly. "If you want something from people, you better start being nicer."
Nandan could only sigh as she walked away, leaving him to face the ordeal alone.
As Nandan trudged up the stairs, grumbling under his breath, he suddenly heard a soft "psst!" from behind. He turned to see Nireeksha standing near her door, a mischievous grin on her face as she tossed him a loincloth. "Here," she whispered, "cover up with this, and not a word to Mom, got it?"
Nandan nodded quickly, grateful for the small mercy. "Thanks," he muttered, slipping on the loincloth as he hurried upstairs, hoping to escape without further humiliation. When he finally stepped out onto the terrace, the last thing he wanted to see was Sandeep and Rakesh standing on the neighboring terrace. He had played cricket with them often, and their presence now felt like salt in his already gaping wound. The moment they spotted him, their laughter erupted.