Amulya Learns a Lesson–2deletedHI MY FUCKING COCKS THIS IS U R AMULYA…READ BEFORE PART TO UNDERSTAND THE STORY…..I turned to watch as his arm rose and the belt dropped down over his back before whistling through the air and cracking into the lips of my sex. Thankfully he had wrapped the buckle end in his palm now.”One Sir.”I called immediately and the arm was back up as I gasped. The second stroke made its stinging strike before I started breathing again and I breathed in sharply before I could call out,”Two Sir.”The following three strokes came in quick succession and I let out an involuntary cry before I could call number five.At this point my husband lifted one leg over the sofa and stood to one side rather than directly over me. The next five strokes still struck me firmly on my vulva, but they were at an angle. My husband then stepped across to the other side and continued. By the time of the fifteenth stroke I was screaming each time the belt hit me, but I still managed to call out the number.For the next three strokes, my husband flipped me over on the sofa and stood astride me facing my feet. He rewrapped the belt around his hand and lined it up on my glistening pink insides. Then with full force he strapped down onto my upthrust clit, and in quick motion, finished my cunt whipping with two more down strokes.I was too stunned to scream. Tears streamed from my eyes so that I could hardly see my labia, but it was the only part of my body that I could feel. Fiery pain filled my groin while waves of nausea flooded my body as I somehow called the last stroke.Sanjay’s next words brought me back to the present. “Kavita, you know what’s next, take the second position.”I was sobbing now. “Sanjay…” I whimpered in beseeching tones. Once again that belt swished viciously downwards, and again I screamed in pain as my cunt felt the excruciating pain of the blow. There was to be no mercy for me today. Painfully I straightened my body and turned to face my husband.”The second position” he said again. Nick watched enthralled as I put my hands behind my head and arched my body so that my tits thrust out from my chest. He knew what was coming this time, and so did I. Sanjay turned me around to face the full length mirror on the opposite wall. He told me that once more I had to call out the strokes as I received them.My husband raised his arm and I watched the belt in the mirror as it arced down before I heard the crack and felt the awful pain in my right breast. I cried out,”One Sir,”as I saw the bright red mark rise immediately along the top of my breast as it vibrated under the blow. Instead of the second stroke coming immediately, my husband walked round in front of me and positioned himself to strike the other breast.With perfect precision, the second stroke matched the first and I gasped as I called out”Two Sir.”The punishment continued alternately to my breasts until the ninth stroke when I screamed and clasped my hands to my breasts when the belt hit the same spot for the second or third time. Realizing what I had done, I put my hands back behind me as soon as I could, but I forgot to number the stroke. My husband told me that the last stroke would not be counted because I had not called it, and I would receive an additional two strokes for breaking discipline by putting my hands to my breasts.He had me kneel with my tits resting on the coffee table. Wrapping the tongue end of the belt around his hand, the buckle swinging freely at his side, he circled my defenseless form. Then rearing back he brought the buckle down on my left tit, a large red square appearing where it landed on my soft flesh.“Plllleeeaaasssseeee,” I tried to beg, but Sanjay was having none of it. Spinning the buckle on the end of the belt through the air he brought it down onto my right tit. Each time he belted my tits there was a loud, terrifying THWAACK as the unforgiving table forced my shuddering breasts to absorb the full force of each blow. It was all I could do to calls out the number of strokes through my breathless screaming.Regardless, my belting continued. For the last four strokes my husband had me lay on my back on the bed so that he could hit the unmarked lower part of my breasts. I watched my breasts change from brilliant red with purple patches, to a darker color where the blows had overlapped. They were swollen one half times over from their usual shape. The heat from the burning pain seemed to seep from my breasts throughout my body.The eighteenth and final blow to my tortured tits came down vertically for maximum force, and with unerring accuracy hit directly across both nipples. I collapsed to the floor in a scream of agony. It was a miracle that nobody had heard me, but that was because everyone was still at the casino tables.Sanjay had remained fully dressed throughout my punishment, but now he opened his zip and brought out his very large erect cock. He took his cock in one hand, grabbed me by canlı bahis siteleri the hair and pushed me back, face down over the chair. Without a second of hesitation, he spread my legs and thrust his full length into my burning vagina. His body pressed down onto me and I was aware again of my bruised breasts chafed by the edge of the chair. Then, still holding her by the hair he proceeded to pound his cock in and out of my cunt to its full length. This was not a man making love to his wife, this was a master fucking his slave. He pulled my hair more viciously forcing me to raise my head so that I was looking directly at Nick.”It’s OK Nick,” my husband said. “Get your cock out and have a wank while you watch me fuck the shit out of her.”Nick couldn’t resist it. He pulled his throbbing prick free and started stroking up and down his shaft, right in front of my face. Soon my husband pulled out of my cunt and pressed his penis into my bottom. There was little resistance as his soaked penis entered me and I remembered wondering whether my tighter hole was nicer for him than my vagina, or if the punishment had made my swollen vulva a more satisfying place than it might usually be.The seemed to go on for ages. Sanjay forcing his cock up my ass as hard as he could, Nick pulling on his cock, and I pinned between them, my tits slamming backwards and forwards under me as my husband viciously reamed my ass. After a few more hard thrusts of his full length into my anus he commanded”Mouth,”and withdrew with a loud plopping sound. I turned instantly to take him in my mouth and he grabbed my hair as he pushed himself right into my throat. There were just one or two thrusts before I felt his penis throb and he ejaculated. As his semen started to spurt into my throat he pulled back a little so that he filled my mouth. Then he thrust forward and buried himself to the balls in my face again as he spurted into my throat.I was gagging and trying to get away, but he held me there as he poured out his cum into me. I coughed and spluttered and I felt spunk coming out of my nostrils as he continued to hold me. Eventually he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth – inch after inch of it. When it plopped from my lips it left a string of slime across my face as he withdrew. He grabbed a handful of my hair and wiped his dripping cock in it. I collapsed to the floor, my own juices leaking from my cunt and Sanjay’s cum all over my face and in my hair. By this time Nick was on the point of cumming himself. In a half daze he staggered forward and shot his load all over my tormented tits.Finally Sanjay let me stand up straight and faced me. “Now go and apologize to Nick for what you said about him earlier.”I didn’t know what to say, so I wiped my tears and pleaded, “Please, can I get some clothes or a blanket to cover up?”Sanjay was still furious, “No. Nick has already seen you fucked and whipped naked, so what are you so embarrassed about?”I had no choice but to go over to Nick, who was grinning widely. I hugged him and said in a meek voice, “Nick, I am so sorry, can you forgive me?”He was really enjoying this. “Okay Kavita, I will forgive you, but how are you going to make it up to me?” I was confused and looked at Sanjay because I had no idea what he meant.Sanjay then said, “Nick’s right Kavita, I think he deserves something in return for what he did for you. I’ll tell you what; I want to go back to the tables to play a couple more rounds. Why don’t you stay here with Nick and do what he says? I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”I couldn’t believe what he was saying. The last thing I wanted was to be left alone with Nick again. But I didn’t want to upset Sanjay, so I agreed. Sanjay smiled and winked at me as he was leaving and said, “Now be a good girl and make sure that you are nice to Nick, Okay?” I was so afraid to see him leave, because I had no idea what Nick was going to do to me.As soon as Sanjay left, Nick closed the door, grabbed me by the arm and said, “You have such a smart mouth, don’t you? Well, let’s see if I can teach you a lesson.” He had such a wicked grin on his face, I knew I was in trouble. He eyed me from my head to my toes, standing barefoot with not a stitch to cover me, whip marks covering my tits, pussy and ass. I am sure he liked what he saw.He said, “Kavita, I want you to spread your legs wide apart.” I nervously did as I was told. He continued, “Very good, now bend over and touch the floor, and hold the position until I tell you, okay?””Oh my god,” I thought to myself, “This is going to be worse than I thought.” But I had no choice, so I obeyed him. He walked around me, examining me from every angle. I knew that he had a really obscene view of my pussy and butt from behind, and I was so ashamed of myself. He ran his disgusting hands all over my butt and between my legs, feeling up every nook and corner. Although I was dying of shame, I had to admit that his fingers felt bahis firmaları pretty good when he rubbed my pussy and clit. I squirmed and struggled hard to stay in position while he poked his disgusting fingers everywhere from behind me.He then leaned over and grabbed my boobs and played with them. He cupped them in each hand roughly and tweaked my nipples hard with his fingers. I always liked having my nipples played with, but in their present condition they hurt like hell.Finally he said, “Well, Kavita, I think you need to learn to have some respect for your husband’s friends, don’t you think?”I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded meekly. He switched on the TV with the volume high and grabbed a beer from the mini-bar. Then he started to pull his heavy leather belt out of his trousers and folded it. Now I knew I was in for a real good thrashing! Keeping my husband’s instructions in mind I stuck my bare bottom out for all I was worth and held my breath, anticipating… The first smack of the heavy leather made me cry out at the top of my lungs from the pain. There was no use in pretending to be stoical. Despite the pain I did not make any attempt to avoid the stinging leather. As a dutiful wife I had to uphold my husband’s honor. And he had ordered me to fully satisfy his friend. So, I stuck my behind out all I could to meet the savage lashes, and my globes shuddered and rolled with each slash as he continued to lay his belt on with full force. “How long is he going to beat me?” I wondered as I thanked Nick’s forethought in turning on the TV to drown out my screaming.He kept on beating me with his heavy belt until my round globes were swollen and covered with welts. I could not possibly sit after this for a month. The sharp cracks of the leather against my naked flesh echoed between the room’s walls and I could imagine that everybody else on that floor heard what was going on. All the people who had seen me in the elevator and the hallway must be realizing that the Indian whore was getting what she richly deserved.The muscles of his strong arm played as Nick kept on beating me, making sure that the big brass buckle was buried in my flesh with each stroke. The metal stud of the buckle left a dotted pattern on my bruised flesh. With dogged determination and sweat flowing down his face, he continued to whip me in a completely frenzy. The strokes fell at such a furious pace that the belt look like a blur. Suddenly I fell to the floor spasmodically twitching and shaking all over, and he intensified the beating, whipping me in a rage. Just as if he wanted to beat the life out of me.At last, he dropped his well used belt on the bed. It felt like my glowing ass globes were at least twice their normal size after the incredible thrashing I had just received. I was completely dizzy and drained of energy as he took my hips in a firm grip and pulled me up in order to sodomize me, I could not resist. I had no power left and just let it happen. I had screamed so much I had almost lost my voice. When he brutally thrust at my rear passage and finally forced his huge member through my anus, all I could utter was a long moan of pain. Despite the fact that Sanjay had been fucking me in the anus for several years, Nick’s huge cock was too big for my tight puckered hole, and I split up and started to bleed from his invasion. My tormentor kept on thrusting brutally and furiously into me and when he screamed out his lust and his huge member exploded deep within me, I fell in a heap on the floor, half u*********s and totally unable to move.He then sat on the couch, took off his shoes and socks, and completely removed his jeans. He grabbed his crotch obscenely and grinned at me, “Honey, why don’t you come over here and have a taste of this?”I was disgusted. There was my blood and shit on his cock along with his cum. But then I remembered what Sanjay had told me before he left, and I dared not anger him again.Nick saw my hesitation and said, “Hey baby, you don’t have to act so innocent. I know how much you like to suck cock.” I was mortified when I realized that Sanjay must have told him that about me. It was true that ever since Sanjay taught me to give him a blowjob during our honeymoon, I had always enjoyed doing it for him. Whenever Sanjay wanted me to suck him, which was often, I always obliged him like a devoted wife.Nick was showing signs of impatience. I figured I had no choice so I knelt down in front of Nick. It was so humiliating, but still I could not take my eyes off his cock, which was so erect it looked like it was about to burst. I had never seen any other cock except my husband’s, so I was fascinated. His cock was longer and thicker than Sanjay’s, and it looked very different. I later realized that it was because he was circumsised, and his white skin made it look very exotic to me. I also noticed that Nick had strong muscular legs and a tight abdomen. I knew he lifted weights regularly, kaçak iddaa so I was not surprised.He brought his cock towards my mouth and said, “Kavita, now be a nice girl and open your mouth.”I figured I was going to have to do this anyway, so I might as well do a good job. At least that way, he won’t be so angry with me. I held his cock with my left hand, and took the head of his cock into my mouth. His cock was so thick I could barely wrap my fingers around it. I had to admit that despite the foul taste his cock felt nice and warm in my mouth. I instinctively wrapped my lips tightly against the head of his cock and started bobbing up and down, like Sanjay had taught me. I am sure he could see how stiff my nipples had become.“What a whore,” I could see him thinking. “Here she is… on her knees, being whipped to shreds and yet her body cannot react in any other way.”“Yes,” I thought, “I was a sinful, lusty, wanton slut… and so it is absolutely right that I be punished in the hardest possible way.”Nick sat back on the couch and sipped his beer, and started flipping channels on the TV without paying too much attention to me. Nick would look at me once in a while and seemed very pleased with what I was doing with my mouth.He would occasionally run his fingers over my hair and face and say disgusting things like, “That’s my bitch,” and “Stupid whore, suck it hard.” I took his cock into my mouth as deeply as I could while also stroking him up and down with my right hand, and started caressing his balls with my other hand. When I gave Sanjay blowjobs, he would usually come within a couple of minutes. But Nick did not seem to be in any hurry to come, so I had to work extra hard to stimulate him. I knew I was doing a good job, and that he was really enjoying it. I was starting to like the feel of his cock throbbing in my mouth but I tried not to appear too eager. Nick would make me stop every once in a while and tell me to lick the underside of his cock, or to take his balls into my mouth, or to flick my tongue across the head of his cock. I was determined to please him, so I obliged willingly.After about half an hour, my mouth and jaw were starting to get sore. I could feel his cock throbbing hard and I knew he was about to come. Sanjay always liked me to swallow when he came in my mouth, and I figured that Nick would probably like the same. Nick finally grunted loudly and started squirting his come in large spurts into my mouth. I tried hard to keep my lips wrapped around his cock and swallowed hard so I wouldn’t spill any, but he came so much that some of it dripped down my chin. Nick made me lick his cock clean, and I swallowed the last drop of cum from his cock.He seemed very pleased with me, and said, “Baby, that was awesome. I never believed Sanjay when he said what a fine cocksucker you are.” I didn’t know whether to be flattered or ashamed, so I just smiled awkwardly.I figured that Nick finally got what he wanted, so I asked him sweetly if I could have my clothes back.He wasn’t going to be that easy. He said, “Kavita, you must be k**ding if you think I’m not going to punish those sinful tits of yours.”I couldn’t believe that he was actually going to beat my breasts again right after what Sanjay had thoroughly worked them over. I never thought that Sanjay would let him do that to me. But he did tell me to please his friend in every way possible.Nick went to the wardrobe and came back with a couple of his neckties, and the hangar rod, which was more or less as tall as myself. “Turn around but keep kneeling,” he commanded. “Arms straight out from the sides!”So, naked except for my heels, I knelt on the carpet, and he held the rod across the back of my shoulders and tied first one then the other of my wrists to each end. The long bar was too heavy for me to support like this, so he went back in for another couple of neckties and with them tied my elbows to the rod too. It now rested across my shoulders, just at the back of my neck with my head bowed. There I was, crucified, with my arms tied horizontally out from my body.Kneeling with my back straight and arms tied like this had the effect of lifting and separating my soft, full breasts even more than they are usually. They were big, soft targets; ready for whatever was going to happen next, to be whipped by my husband’s friend with his belt. I craned my neck back and looked up at him for orders. There was a wonderful tension and excitement deep in the pit of my stomach and between my legs. I was, and still am, simultaneously excited and ashamed by the memory of this, the first time I was tied up in order to be whipped. I remember thinking that this was really what my tits were for, to be whipped. The rigid tent-pole of his cock, so soon after cumming thrice already, made it obvious that he thought they should be whipped too… not just as punishment for what I said before, but simply because that was the only way to properly treat a pair of soft, full, delicately quivering, mouth-watering breasts. Two minds with but a single thought!For a moment a look of gentle reverence came over Nick’s face as he knelt in front of me and, reaching out, gently fondled my breasts.TO BE CONTINUE….