She turned to Mahesh and smiled evilly.
"Where were we?" She asked Sonu. "I don't remember."
"We were at 4, 5 remaining." Mahesh replied quickly.
"Once again! Naked boy, you need to learn not to speak out of turn. Ten more now."
"No!" It did not come from Mahesh, but from Rathna aunty. "I heard four earlier. So, five more it is."
"Mom!" Navi shouted.
"My house, my rules. 5 smacks remaining." Then, she looked at Mahesh. "Okay, two more for him speaking out of turn."
"Yay!"
As the smacks came in, Mahesh could not help himself. His massive organ, as though it had a mind of it's own, started rubbing against Navi's leg.
"You brought this upon yourself, naked boy!" Sonu announced and squeezed his balls. She squeezed and squeezed hard. Just when the pain reached a crescendo, the next smack landed. Rathna watched the proceedings passively. The two of them repeatedly synchronised the squeezing and smacking and Mahesh cried uncontrollably when they were done. The three women, unconcerned with his pain ordered him to finish the chores and left for their own devices. By the time he was done with Rathna aunty's house chores, he was exhausted. He hoped mom would allow him to take a nap. Nope! Mom pointed to her feet as soon as he came in. Wincing, he sat next to her feet. Mom showed no heed to his obviously tortured cock.
"I am really sorry I hesitated to massage your feet yesterday at the mall, mom."
"Oh, relax, naked boy! I was just messing with you. But, seriously! The legs are indeed acting up too much. Do you think I should take up Aishu's offer of getting it checked."
"Yes, mom. Definitely. She herself is offering it. And, I promise, mom. I will pay her back every penny once I get a job."
"Okay, I will call Aishu and set it up. After you are done with the legs, start sweeping the house."
"Yes, mom."
As Kiran came home that day, he was frustrated. He worked in a printing press, and, as such, there was no salary. The money came in the form of commissions and commissions came only with orders. Not being a marriage season, the orders were few and his income was small as well. They did not have a choice. They had to escape. Sonu's mom could kill him with her bare hands and she also knew how to use the police to her advantage. The very thought of her angry face terrified him. And so, he had eloped with Sonu. They had married and he ensured to take his own parents' blessings. His father was a practical man. He told him, emotions aside, it was Kiran's sole responsibility to make this work. Come back with a decent job, and a baby on the way. These were what he needed to bring to the table in order to placate his mother-in-law. If he ever came back asking for money from him, it was a failure. Kiran swore that he would not let his dad down.
He had to say this for his mother-in-law, though. He had called his dad repeatedly and he had confirmed that they did not face any trouble. Even recently, they had been stopped by police and did not face any undue consequences owing to his mother-in-law. Her animosity was only with him. However, he was now finding the real world obviously difficult. He only had a PUC degree - that too, just pass - and it did not open many doors. After weeks, he had got the printing press job. His wife was bouncing off places looking for a receptionist job and the thought of her, dependant on his income was the only small boost to his ego. As he walked in and smelled his favourite food, his ego went into his head even higher. He kissed her and started with "How was your day, baby?"
"I got the receptionist job at the Sadashivnagar club. It is full-time but probationary as of now." It was the biggest club in miles. She told him the salary which was a body blow. He would have to work two shifts a day just to get to half of that in the commissions he would be able to pull.
Sonu looked at the emotions going through him. First, it was happiness for her. That lasted all of five seconds. Then, the body blow to his ego right were he lived. He knew it had happened. He was now dependant on her. She had told him how her dad was unemployed and mom never forgot to rub it in his face and how she ordered him around right in front of her and her elder sister. Sonu was a bully herself. Their first interaction itself was when she bullied him in PUC and forced him to do a bunch of dares. Over time, he had become her friend and eventually asked her out. He had had no idea that they would end up here. Married, broke, and now, him dependant on her. SHE would be the provider and he would eat. His ego took a nosedive and kept falling.
Watching him, Sonu got angry but kept her face expressionless. Why was it so difficult for men to be happy over their wife's success? It was a full two minutes now and there was still no congratulations from him. Her first instinct was to blast him for it. Then, she became calm. Today was all about emasculation. She had to act as though she were supportive of him. That would double the attack on his ego and make him even more sad. Up to now, she was still on two minds whether or not to continue with this. However, his obvious male ego pushed her over the edge. She would not rest until Kiran was her naked slave.
"Congratulations!" He said eventually. "Too late, naked boy!" She told internally while she kissed him and brushed him with her boobs and led him inside. She still loved him with all her heart. He just had to learn his place and boy, was she going to teach him. After enough lovemaking, she asked him about his day. When he said he had not made much, she brushed it aside telling him he would find something soon. Dinner was great. Kiran's favourite biriyani was made to perfection- thanks to naked Mahesh's heavy assistance- and Sonu herself served him. Inspite of that, Kiran could not simply enjoy the meal as his mind was only on his own failures. That night, he was awake for a long time while Sonu slept peacefully. Of course, if he knew what Sonu had planned, he would have been awake for longer.
The next morning, the coffee and breakfast was ready even before Sonu woke up. Sonu gladly took it in her stride and barely acknowledged Kiran for his efforts. Kiran, who expected her to thank him profusely for this was very disappointed but could not bring himself to ask her about it. After all, since she was going to work regular hours, wasn't it his responsibility to do these? When he saw her work uniform, however, his spirits sank. So, that was what happened. The shorts were, in a word, too short. They were tiny. And, Kiran noted, she had removed all her body hair. Women had all the advantages. Sonu smiled at him. Or, was that a sneer? No, he was not imagining it. She was sneering at him. She was daring him to ask her about the attire. He chickened and caved. Sonu did not mind. She had half-hoped him to comment on it. If he had, her plan would have been catalysed. She would have given him such a talking to, that he would be on his knees by the time she left for office. She took her breakfast, gave him a perfunctory thanks and left for office. As she reached Mahesh's house, she almost whistled. She held herself as she thought of how Aishu had scolded Navi when Navi snapped her fingers at him. She called out to him. Naked, he opened the door, and, seeing her, kissed her feet. She went inside his house.
"Mom, this is my first day at work. Bless me." And she fell to mom's feet. Mom congratulated her and wished her to be successful. She kissed mom, kissed Mahesh's cheek and left for work.
Over the next two weeks, Sonu gently shifted gears. The first strike was in three days.
"Breakfast is not ready?" She asked innocently. She knew that the daily breakfast had an expiry date. Kiran would not continue it. She had waited patiently and it came to it's natural end. Kiran wanted to tell her no but could not. What if she asked him why? He would tell her he had to go work. What if she then told him his job was not important anymore? Sonu told him it was fine and that she would eat at office but he could see the disappointment. From then on, he was hooked. He prepared her breakfast and he prepared dinner. She frequently told him he had improved his cooking. Was it condescension? It felt like it. He brought it up once telling her he made him feel bad. Sonu was patiently waiting for it and exploded in mock righteous rage. She told him she was completely disappointed that he thought about her like this and berated him for even bringing it up. Inwardly, she laughed as he grovelled and apologised and begged her to forgive him. On the third week, when she got her first salary, she presented him with an apron. Kiran hated it on sight but did not dare object.
By then, his mindset had changed. It was simple mathematics. He was not contributing in the money department. The money was coming from her. So, he had to contribute in whatever other way he could. Not that he was not trying. He was making efforts. But, efforts did not make money and he really was not getting a job, He knew that, even if he did, it would not be as good as Sonu's. She had an important asset. She was a woman. He knew that, some amount of flirting and putting out had to be involved in her getting the job. Not to mention, the club was a people-facing job and they would obviously prefer women in such roles. It did not occur to him that Sonu was actually good at it. She had not wasted her time, unlike him. Admittedly, she had worn quite a low-cut V-neck on the day of the job interview. However, the major asset in her way was the spoken English classes she had insisted on continuing. The club got very few candidates with all three - a PUC education, fluency in English and the lower pay - and Sonu ticking all these boxes was why she got the job. Her handsome face and perky breasts were an added advantage.
From then on, Kiran wore the ridiculous apron at home. Sonu insisted on it and frequently told him it was to be safe while cooking. Cooking completely shifted to him. Two weeks in, he could see the attitude change. There were no longer any thank you. Only criticism whenever the food was not good enough. She once told him to take tips from mom. He stared at her, horrified.
"Oh! Sorry. By mom, I meant Kavitha aunty." Then, she laughed unkindly. "God! You are terrified of mom, aren't you."
