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Posting new one spent lot of time let me know how's it. It's harsh spanking of ff/mm with humiliation.
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Incest Spanking elder sister
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Komal Sharma was ready once again for her work she was a force of nature at 35 years old—a voluptuous Indian woman with curves that could make a man forget his own name. Her skin was a rich caramel, her long black hair often tied back in a no-nonsense ponytail that screamed authority. She had full breasts that strained against her work tops, wide hips that swayed with confident purpose, and a thick, round ass that she'd learned to use as both a weapon and a reward in her line of work.
For the past decade, she'd been an enforcer at the city's Punishment Center, a government-run facility where offenders like road rage fight domestic abuse or fraud case could opt for intense corporal and humiliating corrections instead of rotting in jail. It was a job that paid well, kept her fit, and satisfied a deep-seated dominant streak she'd discovered in her twenties she was best at her job she was super fit and on top of it she was trained for her job.
Her family knew about it in vague terms—her only parent father Raj thought it was some kind of "disciplinary counseling," and her husband Arjun assumed it involved stern lectures and light paddlings for petty criminals. They had no idea the depths of depravity she orchestrated daily: breaking men's wills with pain, forcing them to grovel at her feet, and leaving them marked inside and out. Komal loved her family fiercely, but she kept the gritty details locked away, fearing it would shatter their image of her as the dutiful daughter and devoted wife.
Raj, her father, was a 56-year-old widower with a temper as hot as the summer sun. Broad-shouldered from years of construction work, he had silver-streaked hair, a thick mustache, and a belly that spoke of too many beers after long days. He was fiercely protective of his family, quick to anger, and even quicker with his fists when he felt disrespected.
Arjun, Komal's husband of eight years, was 38 and built like a gym rat—tall, muscular, with a chiseled jaw and tattoos snaking up his arms from his mechanic days. He shared Raj's hot-headedness, often egging on his father-in-law during arguments, turning small spats into full-blown brawls. The two men were thick as thieves, bonded over cricket matches, spicy street food, and a shared disdain for "weak" people who couldn't handle themselves. Komal adored them both, but she often rolled her eyes at their macho posturing, warning them that one day their tempers would land them in real trouble.
That day came on a sweltering Friday evening in late summer. Raj and Arjun were heading to a distant cousin's wedding in the family car an old but reliable SUV that Arjun had tuned up himself. The traffic was a nightmare, horns blaring like a symphony of chaos on the crowded streets. They were already running late, tempers fraying. At a jammed intersection, a sleek luxury sedan cut them off sharply, nearly clipping their bumper. The driver, a smug young businessman in his late twenties, leaned out his window and flipped them off, yelling, "Learn to drive, you old fucks and keep on fucking dumb assholes!"
That was all it took and few vodka shots they had taken at home before going to party fuled their rage within seconds. Raj's face turned beet red. "What the hell did he say?" he growled, slamming on the brakes. Arjun, riding shotgun, was already unbuckling his seatbelt. "Pull over, Dad. This asshole needs a lesson." They swerved to the side of the road, the sedan following suit as the driver, fueled by his own road rage, decided to confront them. Words escalated in seconds insults about families, castes, and manhood flew like Dagger
The businessman shoved Raj first a fatal mistake. Raj swung a meaty fist, connecting with the guy's jaw and sending him stumbling. Arjun piled on, grabbing the man by the collar and landing a series of brutal punches to his gut and face. The victim fought back weakly, but he was no match for the duo's combined fury and By the time bystanders pulled them apart, the businessman was on the ground, bloodied and bruised—broken nose, split lip, possible cracked ribs. Sirens wailed in the distance.
The arrest was swift. Assault charges, with witnesses corroborating the beatdown. In court the next week, the judge a stern woman who had seen too many such cases laid out their options. "Six months in jail minimum gentlemen Or if you prefer to avoid the overcrowding and disease, you can opt for the Punishment Center. One session of corporal correction, tailored to the offense. It's anonymous, efficient, and you'll walk out the same day very sore, but free." Their lawyer nodded vigorously. "Take the center. It's quick.
They assign enforcers randomly few minutes before your turn so no one can bribe the punisher and you can get away with it" Raj and Arjun exchanged glances. Jail meant losing jobs, family shame, and months away from home. The center sounded like a spanking and a slap on the wrist. "We'll take the punishment," Raj said gruffly. Arjun agreed, both clinging to the hope that Komal—whose job they vaguely associated with the place—wouldn't be anywhere near it and they could keep it secret and avoid humiliation. What were the odds in a facility with dozens of staff?
The Punishment Center loomed like a fortress on the city's outskirts, its facade bland and unassuming to hide the torments within. Raj and Arjun arrived early on their scheduled morning, dressed in loose clothes as instructed in text message they had received early morning given detailed instructions and rules and law about their upcoming session and telling them to wear soft and loosest pants they had. Raj pickup Arjun his son in law and drive to facilty.
They were processed quickly IDs checked, forms signed waiving rights to appeal, then stripped and doctor checking them and making sure they are fit and handed gowns that tied at the back, leaving their asses half-exposed. "Sit in the waiting room," the receptionist barked. "Your numbers will be called."
The waiting room was a purgatory of plastic chairs and fluorescent hum. About two dozen men sat scattered, ages 18 to 55, all in identical gowns, numbers pinned to their chests like badges of shame.
The air was thick with tension—sweat, fear, and the faint echo of muffled cries from down the hall. No phones, no magazines No TV just the intercom and the relentless tick of a wall clock. Raj (number 62) and Arjun (63) found seats together, thighs sticking to the cold plastic. They tried to look tough, but their eyes betrayed the dread.
At first there was no voice just slow voice conversation between men and boys sitting there and then then it began intercom announcing Number 31 and a men in 40s looking fit got up a female guard approached him and he followed her to room 1 She pushed him in and shut the door and few minutes later The man's voice pierced through: "Ow! Ma'am, please—I'm sorry!"
Then a young guy in his early twenties—tag 44, lanky with a nervous tic leaned toward a burly man across from him. "You been here before?" he whispered. The burly guy, mid-forties with a beer gut and tattoos, nodded grimly. "Once. Shoplifting. Hurt like hell, but it's over fast. Just do what she says." The kid paled. "She? It's always a woman?" A chuckle from an older man nearby, fifties, balding. "Yeah, kid. Women enforcers only Keeps it... humiliating. They know how to break you and use the things they have."
The intercom crackled: "Number 45."
A skinny 18-year-old stood shakily, face as white as his gown. He shuffled to the door, escorted by a female guard. Minutes later, the sounds began faint but unmistakable through the thin walls. Sharp, rhythmic smacks: bare hand on bare ass. The kid's voice pierced through: "Ow! Ma'am, please—I'm sorry!" The spanks built, faster, harder. Then a heavier thud—paddle, maybe. His cries turned desperate: "Fuck! No more—I'll behave—ahhh please!" The room tensed; men shifted, some crossing legs protectively. Raj whispered to Arjun, "Sounds like a damn kid's tantrum." Arjun nodded, but his knuckles were white. somehow they were still not feeling it and ready to admit it would be painful.
The punishment dragged on: switches to a strap's vicious whacks, the 18 years old kid's sobs devolving into blubbering pleas. "Please, ma'am... my ass... it burns!" Finally, silence, broken by faint humiliated whimpers—kissing sounds? Licking? The men in the room exchanged uneasy glances. The balding guy muttered, "That's the worst part. They make you grovel. Feet, pits... whatever she wants and these punishment rooms are designed that way so we all can listen what's going on for more humiliation"
"Number 47."
Another stocky man in his thirties rose, trying to swagger but failing. As he left, the previous victim returned limping, red-eyed, holding his gown closed over a clearly throbbing ass receptionist was busy with other person checking him out giving him signed paper she signal him to sit and wait so He collapsed into a chair, tears streaking his face. The lanky kid from earlier asked softly, "How bad?" The victim shook his head. "No words beyond wrose. She caned me till i feel like bled. Then made me... lick her everywhere. Said it was for 'submission training.'" Murmurs rippled through the room. Arjun leaned to Raj: "Dad, this is fucked. What if it's..." Raj cut him off: "It won't be. Shut up there are dozens of rooms stop stressing about it."
And next moment they listened whistling swish, then CRACK! The stocky guy's deep voice boomed in pain: "Shit! Ma'am—no!" Stroke after stroke, his defiance crumbling into begs. "Please... not the cane again... I'll do anything!" The older men nodded knowingly. A wiry guy in his forties—number 59—whispered to Raj, "Serious offenses get the full treatment. Bruises that last weeks. And the pegging... if she's in a mood she is going to make sure she break your ego and arrogance." Arjun's eyes widened. "Pegging?" The guy smirked bitterly. "Yeah. Strap-on big 8-9 inch long and thick Right up the ass. Teaches humility real quick hope she use lot's of lube."
Time stretched like taffy. Another number: a 50-something man, his paddling sounds like thunderclaps, cries hoarse and broken. A teenage boy—barely 19—reduced to wailing from the first spank. Grown men begging like children: "Mummy—no, ma'am—stop!" Female voices leaked through: calm, dominant. "Take it. You earned this. Lick properly." Raj and Arjun sat frozen, dread coiling in their guts. Over an hour passed, each fresh torment etching deeper fear. They talked in hushed tones to the other learning of past horrors: one man scarred from a prior visit, another dreading the humiliation more than the pain.
For the past decade, she'd been an enforcer at the city's Punishment Center, a government-run facility where offenders like road rage fight domestic abuse or fraud case could opt for intense corporal and humiliating corrections instead of rotting in jail. It was a job that paid well, kept her fit, and satisfied a deep-seated dominant streak she'd discovered in her twenties she was best at her job she was super fit and on top of it she was trained for her job.
Her family knew about it in vague terms—her only parent father Raj thought it was some kind of "disciplinary counseling," and her husband Arjun assumed it involved stern lectures and light paddlings for petty criminals. They had no idea the depths of depravity she orchestrated daily: breaking men's wills with pain, forcing them to grovel at her feet, and leaving them marked inside and out. Komal loved her family fiercely, but she kept the gritty details locked away, fearing it would shatter their image of her as the dutiful daughter and devoted wife.
Raj, her father, was a 56-year-old widower with a temper as hot as the summer sun. Broad-shouldered from years of construction work, he had silver-streaked hair, a thick mustache, and a belly that spoke of too many beers after long days. He was fiercely protective of his family, quick to anger, and even quicker with his fists when he felt disrespected.
Arjun, Komal's husband of eight years, was 38 and built like a gym rat—tall, muscular, with a chiseled jaw and tattoos snaking up his arms from his mechanic days. He shared Raj's hot-headedness, often egging on his father-in-law during arguments, turning small spats into full-blown brawls. The two men were thick as thieves, bonded over cricket matches, spicy street food, and a shared disdain for "weak" people who couldn't handle themselves. Komal adored them both, but she often rolled her eyes at their macho posturing, warning them that one day their tempers would land them in real trouble.
That day came on a sweltering Friday evening in late summer. Raj and Arjun were heading to a distant cousin's wedding in the family car an old but reliable SUV that Arjun had tuned up himself. The traffic was a nightmare, horns blaring like a symphony of chaos on the crowded streets. They were already running late, tempers fraying. At a jammed intersection, a sleek luxury sedan cut them off sharply, nearly clipping their bumper. The driver, a smug young businessman in his late twenties, leaned out his window and flipped them off, yelling, "Learn to drive, you old fucks and keep on fucking dumb assholes!"
That was all it took and few vodka shots they had taken at home before going to party fuled their rage within seconds. Raj's face turned beet red. "What the hell did he say?" he growled, slamming on the brakes. Arjun, riding shotgun, was already unbuckling his seatbelt. "Pull over, Dad. This asshole needs a lesson." They swerved to the side of the road, the sedan following suit as the driver, fueled by his own road rage, decided to confront them. Words escalated in seconds insults about families, castes, and manhood flew like Dagger
The businessman shoved Raj first a fatal mistake. Raj swung a meaty fist, connecting with the guy's jaw and sending him stumbling. Arjun piled on, grabbing the man by the collar and landing a series of brutal punches to his gut and face. The victim fought back weakly, but he was no match for the duo's combined fury and By the time bystanders pulled them apart, the businessman was on the ground, bloodied and bruised—broken nose, split lip, possible cracked ribs. Sirens wailed in the distance.
The arrest was swift. Assault charges, with witnesses corroborating the beatdown. In court the next week, the judge a stern woman who had seen too many such cases laid out their options. "Six months in jail minimum gentlemen Or if you prefer to avoid the overcrowding and disease, you can opt for the Punishment Center. One session of corporal correction, tailored to the offense. It's anonymous, efficient, and you'll walk out the same day very sore, but free." Their lawyer nodded vigorously. "Take the center. It's quick.
They assign enforcers randomly few minutes before your turn so no one can bribe the punisher and you can get away with it" Raj and Arjun exchanged glances. Jail meant losing jobs, family shame, and months away from home. The center sounded like a spanking and a slap on the wrist. "We'll take the punishment," Raj said gruffly. Arjun agreed, both clinging to the hope that Komal—whose job they vaguely associated with the place—wouldn't be anywhere near it and they could keep it secret and avoid humiliation. What were the odds in a facility with dozens of staff?
The Punishment Center loomed like a fortress on the city's outskirts, its facade bland and unassuming to hide the torments within. Raj and Arjun arrived early on their scheduled morning, dressed in loose clothes as instructed in text message they had received early morning given detailed instructions and rules and law about their upcoming session and telling them to wear soft and loosest pants they had. Raj pickup Arjun his son in law and drive to facilty.
They were processed quickly IDs checked, forms signed waiving rights to appeal, then stripped and doctor checking them and making sure they are fit and handed gowns that tied at the back, leaving their asses half-exposed. "Sit in the waiting room," the receptionist barked. "Your numbers will be called."
The waiting room was a purgatory of plastic chairs and fluorescent hum. About two dozen men sat scattered, ages 18 to 55, all in identical gowns, numbers pinned to their chests like badges of shame.
The air was thick with tension—sweat, fear, and the faint echo of muffled cries from down the hall. No phones, no magazines No TV just the intercom and the relentless tick of a wall clock. Raj (number 62) and Arjun (63) found seats together, thighs sticking to the cold plastic. They tried to look tough, but their eyes betrayed the dread.
At first there was no voice just slow voice conversation between men and boys sitting there and then then it began intercom announcing Number 31 and a men in 40s looking fit got up a female guard approached him and he followed her to room 1 She pushed him in and shut the door and few minutes later The man's voice pierced through: "Ow! Ma'am, please—I'm sorry!"
Then a young guy in his early twenties—tag 44, lanky with a nervous tic leaned toward a burly man across from him. "You been here before?" he whispered. The burly guy, mid-forties with a beer gut and tattoos, nodded grimly. "Once. Shoplifting. Hurt like hell, but it's over fast. Just do what she says." The kid paled. "She? It's always a woman?" A chuckle from an older man nearby, fifties, balding. "Yeah, kid. Women enforcers only Keeps it... humiliating. They know how to break you and use the things they have."
The intercom crackled: "Number 45."
A skinny 18-year-old stood shakily, face as white as his gown. He shuffled to the door, escorted by a female guard. Minutes later, the sounds began faint but unmistakable through the thin walls. Sharp, rhythmic smacks: bare hand on bare ass. The kid's voice pierced through: "Ow! Ma'am, please—I'm sorry!" The spanks built, faster, harder. Then a heavier thud—paddle, maybe. His cries turned desperate: "Fuck! No more—I'll behave—ahhh please!" The room tensed; men shifted, some crossing legs protectively. Raj whispered to Arjun, "Sounds like a damn kid's tantrum." Arjun nodded, but his knuckles were white. somehow they were still not feeling it and ready to admit it would be painful.
The punishment dragged on: switches to a strap's vicious whacks, the 18 years old kid's sobs devolving into blubbering pleas. "Please, ma'am... my ass... it burns!" Finally, silence, broken by faint humiliated whimpers—kissing sounds? Licking? The men in the room exchanged uneasy glances. The balding guy muttered, "That's the worst part. They make you grovel. Feet, pits... whatever she wants and these punishment rooms are designed that way so we all can listen what's going on for more humiliation"
"Number 47."
Another stocky man in his thirties rose, trying to swagger but failing. As he left, the previous victim returned limping, red-eyed, holding his gown closed over a clearly throbbing ass receptionist was busy with other person checking him out giving him signed paper she signal him to sit and wait so He collapsed into a chair, tears streaking his face. The lanky kid from earlier asked softly, "How bad?" The victim shook his head. "No words beyond wrose. She caned me till i feel like bled. Then made me... lick her everywhere. Said it was for 'submission training.'" Murmurs rippled through the room. Arjun leaned to Raj: "Dad, this is fucked. What if it's..." Raj cut him off: "It won't be. Shut up there are dozens of rooms stop stressing about it."
And next moment they listened whistling swish, then CRACK! The stocky guy's deep voice boomed in pain: "Shit! Ma'am—no!" Stroke after stroke, his defiance crumbling into begs. "Please... not the cane again... I'll do anything!" The older men nodded knowingly. A wiry guy in his forties—number 59—whispered to Raj, "Serious offenses get the full treatment. Bruises that last weeks. And the pegging... if she's in a mood she is going to make sure she break your ego and arrogance." Arjun's eyes widened. "Pegging?" The guy smirked bitterly. "Yeah. Strap-on big 8-9 inch long and thick Right up the ass. Teaches humility real quick hope she use lot's of lube."
Time stretched like taffy. Another number: a 50-something man, his paddling sounds like thunderclaps, cries hoarse and broken. A teenage boy—barely 19—reduced to wailing from the first spank. Grown men begging like children: "Mummy—no, ma'am—stop!" Female voices leaked through: calm, dominant. "Take it. You earned this. Lick properly." Raj and Arjun sat frozen, dread coiling in their guts. Over an hour passed, each fresh torment etching deeper fear. They talked in hushed tones to the other learning of past horrors: one man scarred from a prior visit, another dreading the humiliation more than the pain.
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And after waiting for hours they were left only with couple of offenders and now loud intercom announcment had stop and they were being escorted by the guard And when Female guard told them" let's go you two...you would be dealt together they didnt ask why their number wasnt called Guard was big tall 6feet fit female officer so they followed her sliently. The door to Room 7 creaked open slowly, the guard's firm push guiding Raj and Arjun into the brightly lit chamber before she stepped back and locked it behind them with a resounding thud that reverberated through the sterile air.
The room felt smaller than it was—oppressive under the harsh fluorescent lights that cast no shadows, only stark reality. The tiled floor was cold beneath their bare feet, the two padded benches standing like silent sentinels in the center, restraints dangling ominously. A cart of implements gleamed nearby, and the wall camera's red light blinked steadily, recording every moment and written under it No audio.
Komal and Priya stood there, frozen for a heartbeat as recognition dawned. Komal's sharp intake of breath was audible, her curvaceous frame tensing in her black outfit, eyes widening in genuine shock. Priya, beside her in red, mirrored the reaction—her athletic posture stiffening, a hand flying to her mouth as color drained from her face.
Raj stumbled a step, his 56-year-old body sagging under the gown. "Beta... Komal? And Priya? This... this can't be," he whispered, voice cracking with disbelief.
Arjun's muscular frame went rigid, his eyes darting between them. "Komal? Baby? Priya you too? No... tell me this is a mistake."
Komal's lips parted, her voice trembling at first. "Dad... Arjun... oh god, I... I saw your files like 10 minutes ageo but I thought it wasn't real and I'm dreaming about it. The assignment is random—I swear. And for serious cases like yours who did crime together and serious offense that include seriously hurting someone we need two enforcers. I... I chose Priya because I couldn't do this alone." Tears welled in her eyes, unshed but glistening, as she glanced at the camera. "We're as shocked as you. This is... heartbreaking."
Priya nodded, her usual teasing demeanor shattered, voice soft and wavering. "Uncle..... I never imagined. But the system's locked us in for it. System do it randomly We have to... proceed." Her eyes shimmered too, a single tear escaping down her cheek.
Raj's knees buckled slightly; Arjun caught his arm. "please... not you two. Anyone else."
Komal stepped closer, her boots clicking hesitantly, placing a shaking hand on Raj's shoulder. "Dad, I wish I could stop this and ran away and someone else give you the punishment but It can't be once its assigned it can't be changed...the rules... if we don't, it's jail for you both And jail..." She swallowed hard, tears brimming as she painted the picture vividly, her voice laced with helpless urgency. "Jail would be hell, Dad. Overcrowded cells with violent men—fights every night, no safety, guards who look the other way. You'd be separated, alone in the dark, diseases spreading like wildfire, no family and food you have seen videos on YouTube and no visits for weeks. Arjun, your strength wouldn't matter; they'd break you with isolation, strip searches, constant fear. Six months minimum—losing your job, our home falling apart, me visiting through glass, crying every time. And the shame... the whole family knowing you rotted there. We can't let that happen. The camera's watching—no audio, so we can talk about it now but it records everything. If we falter, they review it, and you go to jail anyway. We have to... do this right. For you."
Priya wiped her tear, stepping to Arjun, her hand trembling on his arm. "Exactly... jail's a nightmare. No privacy—even showers are communal, predators everywhere. You'd come out changed, broken in ways pain here can't touch. Food that's barely edible, endless boredom turning to despair. I... I have tears in my eyes thinking of it. But here? It's over today. Painful, yes. Humiliating, god yes. But we love you—we'll make it as bearable as we can, strict but with heart. Agree, or we call the guard now we can't take long to decide camera is recording everything."
The men looked at each other, faces ashen, the weight crushing them. Raj's voice broke. "We... agree. For the family."
Arjun nodded, tears in his own eyes. "Yes... keep us out."
Komal's tears spilled over, but she nodded, wiping them quickly. "Good... my brave men. Strip now. Before photos."
Hands shook as gowns fell. Naked, vulnerable Raj's aging body soft and shrinking, Arjun's muscled but trembling. The women circled, phones clicking through tears—fronts, backs, asses unmarked. Priya sniffled. "You look so exposed. But we have to."
It was Raj her father who asked" why you taking pictures and camera is recording..is it safe what if it's leaked online.
Komal was in tears and still processing that her father and husband is in this position so Priya replied" pictures are for file it would be sent to judge and your record would be sealed.. and video wouldn't be leaked. it had never been reports of leaked videos of punishment it's super safe.
And they were tied To the benches bent, cuffed securely from both hands and feets. Komal behind Raj her own father Priya behind Arjun.
And before she start komal" Dad and you too sweetheart she said to her listen" we are so sorry ok but we have to do this okay it's going to be painful anything like you never seen before and humiliating to the level it break arrogance and ego of everyone it's designed like that. So bear it with us ok.
Komal's hand hovered, her breath shaky. "Starting with hands... to warm you. I hate this, Dad, but... it has to be done." Tears dripped as she landed the first SMACK!—crisp sting spreading like warm pins across Raj's skin. He grunted, the initial shock making his body tense, warmth building slowly.
Priya's voice cracked. "Same, Arjun... forgive me." SMACK! Arjun felt the sharp tingle, nerves awakening, a flush creeping.
Strokes built gradually each SMACK echoing, skin pinkening over minutes. Raj felt the heat accumulate, like sitting too long in sun, his tears mirroring Komal's as she whispered, "I'm sorry...."
And then they switched Priya on Raj, her tears falling on his back. SMACK! Sharper bite, Raj's softer flesh heating deeper, emotional pain mingling with physical. He know Priya is crying he could feel her tears.
Komal was now spanking Arjun SMACK! Arjun's muscles absorbed but burned, tears flowing as he turned his face for a moment and saw Komal's helpless face and tears.
Hand spanking was longer because Full coverage took time sit-spots pinching sharply, undersides aching dull. Asses red, throbbing gently, women pausing to rub tenderly through tears. "We love you... this keeps you free."
Then Komal's grip trembled. "Paddle now... it'll bruise. God, I feel helpless, but camera's on." THUD!—deep compression on Raj, shockwave to bones, purple blooming, ache settling like a heavy weight. Raj howled, pain radiating slow and deep.
Priya sobbed softly. "Arjun... forgive us." THUD! Arjun felt flesh squash, bruise forming, a throbbing pressure that made legs weaken.
Twenty each, paced slowly—each THUD overlapping, building layers of ache. Then they again Komal told Priya to switch now she was on Arjun, tears streaming. THUD! "Baby... it hurts me too." Arjun's prostate twinged, pain emotional as much as physical.
Priya didn't said anything she just raised the paddle THUD! Raj's ass swelled, bruises darkening, tears mutual.
Asses mottled plum, swollen, heat intense—men sobbing, women wiping eyes but continuing they were crying loudly now and now they know what was going on and why all of them were crying and begging for Mercy.
It was very serious offense so they weren't going to let both of them go with small punishment. When Priya and komal stopped for changing to strap.
Priya's voice broke it's strap now "Strap bites like hell but we have no choice." WHACK!—tails slashing Arjun, welts rising fiery, skin puffing hot, pain a searing line that lingered viciously. Arjun cried out, the cut feeling endless.
Komal was doing to her father now with strap "Dad... hold on." WHACK! Raj felt the vicious bite, welts swelling, agony sharp and spreading.
Strokes deliberate, slow—grid forming over time, some splits beading blood at least what they thought it was blood because pain was so much. They Switch twice: Tears flowed freely, women helpless under camera's eye. "For your freedom... we push through."
Asses black-purple, welts crimson, pain compounded, men were breaking emotionally. And pain was endless with every implement it hurt much more and different pain from hand, paddle and strap they just had received. And they could hear Swoosh swoosh sound in air they didn't dare to look back. They didn't want to know what's going to be next still in tears crying and thinking about their anger which lead to this.
Komal with teary eyes said"Cane last... quick but cruel. No jail, remember this " CRACK!—slice on Arjun, tramline swelling bloody, white-hot cut searing through bruises. Arjun screamed, pain focused and unbearable.
Priya was canning Raj CRACK! Raj wailed, ridge rising, torment pure.
Twelve each, spaced minutes apart—switches midway. Women cried openly but swung, helpless. "We love you... this saves you."
And it was done they cried like never before crying sobbing saying sorry to both promising to be better men in future.
According to rules they were given 5 minutes rest. They cried sobbing saying sorry again and again. They wanted to rub their asses but they couldn't. System was designed that way let them feel pain so that they don't do this ever again.
And then they were Uncuffed and as soon they were uncuffed their hands fly to their asses and they did their spanking dance holding their ass while they watch both of Women sat and start taking off their boots.
Komal: "Feet now... worship. It kills me, but... no jail remember I'm saying this again and again Dad and you listen too too she said to her husband we aren't doing this as fun activity it's to keep you both idiots out of jail she was helpless and sad but angry too she had never imagined this she would end up in the situation like this ."
Raj nodded yes and went down on Priya's feet his Lips on toes, tongue lapping slow, shame gut-wrenching as he sucked, feeling utterly debased. They both saw Priya and Komal's feet very beautifully maintained, nice red nail paint.
When Arjun Saw his father in law doing it to Priya he went down on his wife Komal's feet Tongue on arches, tasting wife through tears, humiliation twisting his soul.
Then they switched again. Raj on daughter's feet—taboo shame, tongue between toes, Komal crying softly. "Dad... forgive me."
Raj and Arjun were broken by now. They both weren't like that both were full on pride on themselves what they called macho man and both have anger problems that was the reason too Komal's father and her husband get along so well.
When they finish komal and Priya told them drink some water just enough to fresh up their taste bud don't drink much she instructed in strict voice while while they take their Tops off and they both were still in bra and they raised their arm and told them to Lick it clean Raj was in Priya's musky pit, tongue rasping, degradation intimate and raw.
Arjun in his wife Komal's scent twisted, tears mixing.
They were so broken by now they didn't even argued about it.
It was like longest 10 minutes of their life they had to lick it for 5 minutes in each underarms that was gross but it was punishment not sexual fun.
Both Women were helpless camera was forcing on. And when komal saw 10 minutes was complete she yelled"Go to priya sweetheart "We have to do it .....for you."and Then whole process was repeated Raj lick his daughter's armpits clean and Arjun did same to priya.
When time was up they once again drink some water to clean their mouth and taste bud on sink in corner.
Meanwhile komal and Priya had their Pants down completely and panty pulled down to their feet and their Asses presented directly towards camera.
Komal teary eyes said "Dad—rim me. God, this hurts my heart." Raj once again walked to his daughter and hold her cheeks opened, tongue circling then plunging, earthy taste, ultimate taboo shame overwhelming, sobs racking him. When he tried to avoid it komal instructed" get you tounge out dad just put it in stop making hard for yourself and me.
Arjun ate Priya's asshole—lapping slow, juices coating, debasement profound.
They switched after 10 minutes Arjun rimming wife—tongue deep, feeling owned in agony.
komal and Priya had more control by now they were feeling bad about it but they both know it wasn't their fault and they know about jail would be hell for them.
When they both got up when Priya and komal told them to stand they stand their emotionless by now their arrogance all gone and thinking about their rage that had caused all this ultimate pain and humiliation looking down not even looking at ladies.
They didn't even react when komal and priya grabbed their harness and adjust the didlo which was looking like monster hanging between their legs 8-9 inch long and thick like their wrist..komal had didlo matching with her skin and Priya had Pink colored.
And when they put condom over the didlo they put some cream which they both didn't know what was... without being told they bent over the bench with legs open wide..komal came behind her father and said" try to relax Dad it's last part please cooperate please can you do this for me...I'm sorry...
Raj replied while wiping his tears" it's our rage that put you girls in this position..we are sorry..Arjun nodded yes too...
And they both cried in pain as wide didlo stretched their asses open wide and when Priya who was fucking Komal's husband was gentle and slow and still had half didlo out komal said" just do it like we do it to others i don't want it be flagged and they have to repeat it.
Arjun: yeah Priya I'm not angry about anything just do it according to your rules.
And for next 15 minutes Raj and Arjun saw how strong komal and Priya are They fuck them little gentle at first but within two minutes they were both fucking them hard and fast without even taking break or slow down even For first 15 minutes komal fucked her father and then she changed the condom and went behind her husband and fucked him and Priya did same to Raj.
And when it was done they took pictures of after punishment and when they sent it and confirmation came within seconds komal said" it's over guys....
The room felt smaller than it was—oppressive under the harsh fluorescent lights that cast no shadows, only stark reality. The tiled floor was cold beneath their bare feet, the two padded benches standing like silent sentinels in the center, restraints dangling ominously. A cart of implements gleamed nearby, and the wall camera's red light blinked steadily, recording every moment and written under it No audio.
Komal and Priya stood there, frozen for a heartbeat as recognition dawned. Komal's sharp intake of breath was audible, her curvaceous frame tensing in her black outfit, eyes widening in genuine shock. Priya, beside her in red, mirrored the reaction—her athletic posture stiffening, a hand flying to her mouth as color drained from her face.
Raj stumbled a step, his 56-year-old body sagging under the gown. "Beta... Komal? And Priya? This... this can't be," he whispered, voice cracking with disbelief.
Arjun's muscular frame went rigid, his eyes darting between them. "Komal? Baby? Priya you too? No... tell me this is a mistake."
Komal's lips parted, her voice trembling at first. "Dad... Arjun... oh god, I... I saw your files like 10 minutes ageo but I thought it wasn't real and I'm dreaming about it. The assignment is random—I swear. And for serious cases like yours who did crime together and serious offense that include seriously hurting someone we need two enforcers. I... I chose Priya because I couldn't do this alone." Tears welled in her eyes, unshed but glistening, as she glanced at the camera. "We're as shocked as you. This is... heartbreaking."
Priya nodded, her usual teasing demeanor shattered, voice soft and wavering. "Uncle..... I never imagined. But the system's locked us in for it. System do it randomly We have to... proceed." Her eyes shimmered too, a single tear escaping down her cheek.
Raj's knees buckled slightly; Arjun caught his arm. "please... not you two. Anyone else."
Komal stepped closer, her boots clicking hesitantly, placing a shaking hand on Raj's shoulder. "Dad, I wish I could stop this and ran away and someone else give you the punishment but It can't be once its assigned it can't be changed...the rules... if we don't, it's jail for you both And jail..." She swallowed hard, tears brimming as she painted the picture vividly, her voice laced with helpless urgency. "Jail would be hell, Dad. Overcrowded cells with violent men—fights every night, no safety, guards who look the other way. You'd be separated, alone in the dark, diseases spreading like wildfire, no family and food you have seen videos on YouTube and no visits for weeks. Arjun, your strength wouldn't matter; they'd break you with isolation, strip searches, constant fear. Six months minimum—losing your job, our home falling apart, me visiting through glass, crying every time. And the shame... the whole family knowing you rotted there. We can't let that happen. The camera's watching—no audio, so we can talk about it now but it records everything. If we falter, they review it, and you go to jail anyway. We have to... do this right. For you."
Priya wiped her tear, stepping to Arjun, her hand trembling on his arm. "Exactly... jail's a nightmare. No privacy—even showers are communal, predators everywhere. You'd come out changed, broken in ways pain here can't touch. Food that's barely edible, endless boredom turning to despair. I... I have tears in my eyes thinking of it. But here? It's over today. Painful, yes. Humiliating, god yes. But we love you—we'll make it as bearable as we can, strict but with heart. Agree, or we call the guard now we can't take long to decide camera is recording everything."
The men looked at each other, faces ashen, the weight crushing them. Raj's voice broke. "We... agree. For the family."
Arjun nodded, tears in his own eyes. "Yes... keep us out."
Komal's tears spilled over, but she nodded, wiping them quickly. "Good... my brave men. Strip now. Before photos."
Hands shook as gowns fell. Naked, vulnerable Raj's aging body soft and shrinking, Arjun's muscled but trembling. The women circled, phones clicking through tears—fronts, backs, asses unmarked. Priya sniffled. "You look so exposed. But we have to."
It was Raj her father who asked" why you taking pictures and camera is recording..is it safe what if it's leaked online.
Komal was in tears and still processing that her father and husband is in this position so Priya replied" pictures are for file it would be sent to judge and your record would be sealed.. and video wouldn't be leaked. it had never been reports of leaked videos of punishment it's super safe.
And they were tied To the benches bent, cuffed securely from both hands and feets. Komal behind Raj her own father Priya behind Arjun.
And before she start komal" Dad and you too sweetheart she said to her listen" we are so sorry ok but we have to do this okay it's going to be painful anything like you never seen before and humiliating to the level it break arrogance and ego of everyone it's designed like that. So bear it with us ok.
Komal's hand hovered, her breath shaky. "Starting with hands... to warm you. I hate this, Dad, but... it has to be done." Tears dripped as she landed the first SMACK!—crisp sting spreading like warm pins across Raj's skin. He grunted, the initial shock making his body tense, warmth building slowly.
Priya's voice cracked. "Same, Arjun... forgive me." SMACK! Arjun felt the sharp tingle, nerves awakening, a flush creeping.
Strokes built gradually each SMACK echoing, skin pinkening over minutes. Raj felt the heat accumulate, like sitting too long in sun, his tears mirroring Komal's as she whispered, "I'm sorry...."
And then they switched Priya on Raj, her tears falling on his back. SMACK! Sharper bite, Raj's softer flesh heating deeper, emotional pain mingling with physical. He know Priya is crying he could feel her tears.
Komal was now spanking Arjun SMACK! Arjun's muscles absorbed but burned, tears flowing as he turned his face for a moment and saw Komal's helpless face and tears.
Hand spanking was longer because Full coverage took time sit-spots pinching sharply, undersides aching dull. Asses red, throbbing gently, women pausing to rub tenderly through tears. "We love you... this keeps you free."
Then Komal's grip trembled. "Paddle now... it'll bruise. God, I feel helpless, but camera's on." THUD!—deep compression on Raj, shockwave to bones, purple blooming, ache settling like a heavy weight. Raj howled, pain radiating slow and deep.
Priya sobbed softly. "Arjun... forgive us." THUD! Arjun felt flesh squash, bruise forming, a throbbing pressure that made legs weaken.
Twenty each, paced slowly—each THUD overlapping, building layers of ache. Then they again Komal told Priya to switch now she was on Arjun, tears streaming. THUD! "Baby... it hurts me too." Arjun's prostate twinged, pain emotional as much as physical.
Priya didn't said anything she just raised the paddle THUD! Raj's ass swelled, bruises darkening, tears mutual.
Asses mottled plum, swollen, heat intense—men sobbing, women wiping eyes but continuing they were crying loudly now and now they know what was going on and why all of them were crying and begging for Mercy.
It was very serious offense so they weren't going to let both of them go with small punishment. When Priya and komal stopped for changing to strap.
Priya's voice broke it's strap now "Strap bites like hell but we have no choice." WHACK!—tails slashing Arjun, welts rising fiery, skin puffing hot, pain a searing line that lingered viciously. Arjun cried out, the cut feeling endless.
Komal was doing to her father now with strap "Dad... hold on." WHACK! Raj felt the vicious bite, welts swelling, agony sharp and spreading.
Strokes deliberate, slow—grid forming over time, some splits beading blood at least what they thought it was blood because pain was so much. They Switch twice: Tears flowed freely, women helpless under camera's eye. "For your freedom... we push through."
Asses black-purple, welts crimson, pain compounded, men were breaking emotionally. And pain was endless with every implement it hurt much more and different pain from hand, paddle and strap they just had received. And they could hear Swoosh swoosh sound in air they didn't dare to look back. They didn't want to know what's going to be next still in tears crying and thinking about their anger which lead to this.
Komal with teary eyes said"Cane last... quick but cruel. No jail, remember this " CRACK!—slice on Arjun, tramline swelling bloody, white-hot cut searing through bruises. Arjun screamed, pain focused and unbearable.
Priya was canning Raj CRACK! Raj wailed, ridge rising, torment pure.
Twelve each, spaced minutes apart—switches midway. Women cried openly but swung, helpless. "We love you... this saves you."
And it was done they cried like never before crying sobbing saying sorry to both promising to be better men in future.
According to rules they were given 5 minutes rest. They cried sobbing saying sorry again and again. They wanted to rub their asses but they couldn't. System was designed that way let them feel pain so that they don't do this ever again.
And then they were Uncuffed and as soon they were uncuffed their hands fly to their asses and they did their spanking dance holding their ass while they watch both of Women sat and start taking off their boots.
Komal: "Feet now... worship. It kills me, but... no jail remember I'm saying this again and again Dad and you listen too too she said to her husband we aren't doing this as fun activity it's to keep you both idiots out of jail she was helpless and sad but angry too she had never imagined this she would end up in the situation like this ."
Raj nodded yes and went down on Priya's feet his Lips on toes, tongue lapping slow, shame gut-wrenching as he sucked, feeling utterly debased. They both saw Priya and Komal's feet very beautifully maintained, nice red nail paint.
When Arjun Saw his father in law doing it to Priya he went down on his wife Komal's feet Tongue on arches, tasting wife through tears, humiliation twisting his soul.
Then they switched again. Raj on daughter's feet—taboo shame, tongue between toes, Komal crying softly. "Dad... forgive me."
Raj and Arjun were broken by now. They both weren't like that both were full on pride on themselves what they called macho man and both have anger problems that was the reason too Komal's father and her husband get along so well.
When they finish komal and Priya told them drink some water just enough to fresh up their taste bud don't drink much she instructed in strict voice while while they take their Tops off and they both were still in bra and they raised their arm and told them to Lick it clean Raj was in Priya's musky pit, tongue rasping, degradation intimate and raw.
Arjun in his wife Komal's scent twisted, tears mixing.
They were so broken by now they didn't even argued about it.
It was like longest 10 minutes of their life they had to lick it for 5 minutes in each underarms that was gross but it was punishment not sexual fun.
Both Women were helpless camera was forcing on. And when komal saw 10 minutes was complete she yelled"Go to priya sweetheart "We have to do it .....for you."and Then whole process was repeated Raj lick his daughter's armpits clean and Arjun did same to priya.
When time was up they once again drink some water to clean their mouth and taste bud on sink in corner.
Meanwhile komal and Priya had their Pants down completely and panty pulled down to their feet and their Asses presented directly towards camera.
Komal teary eyes said "Dad—rim me. God, this hurts my heart." Raj once again walked to his daughter and hold her cheeks opened, tongue circling then plunging, earthy taste, ultimate taboo shame overwhelming, sobs racking him. When he tried to avoid it komal instructed" get you tounge out dad just put it in stop making hard for yourself and me.
Arjun ate Priya's asshole—lapping slow, juices coating, debasement profound.
They switched after 10 minutes Arjun rimming wife—tongue deep, feeling owned in agony.
komal and Priya had more control by now they were feeling bad about it but they both know it wasn't their fault and they know about jail would be hell for them.
When they both got up when Priya and komal told them to stand they stand their emotionless by now their arrogance all gone and thinking about their rage that had caused all this ultimate pain and humiliation looking down not even looking at ladies.
They didn't even react when komal and priya grabbed their harness and adjust the didlo which was looking like monster hanging between their legs 8-9 inch long and thick like their wrist..komal had didlo matching with her skin and Priya had Pink colored.
And when they put condom over the didlo they put some cream which they both didn't know what was... without being told they bent over the bench with legs open wide..komal came behind her father and said" try to relax Dad it's last part please cooperate please can you do this for me...I'm sorry...
Raj replied while wiping his tears" it's our rage that put you girls in this position..we are sorry..Arjun nodded yes too...
And they both cried in pain as wide didlo stretched their asses open wide and when Priya who was fucking Komal's husband was gentle and slow and still had half didlo out komal said" just do it like we do it to others i don't want it be flagged and they have to repeat it.
Arjun: yeah Priya I'm not angry about anything just do it according to your rules.
And for next 15 minutes Raj and Arjun saw how strong komal and Priya are They fuck them little gentle at first but within two minutes they were both fucking them hard and fast without even taking break or slow down even For first 15 minutes komal fucked her father and then she changed the condom and went behind her husband and fucked him and Priya did same to Raj.
And when it was done they took pictures of after punishment and when they sent it and confirmation came within seconds komal said" it's over guys....
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The pegging had ended minutes ago, but the room still hummed with heavy breathing and the lingering scent of latex, sweat, arousal. Raj and Arjun remained on their knees, bodies trembling, faces slick with the women’s juices, cocks soft and spent after their forced, untouched orgasms. Their asses—swollen, black-purple, and striped with angry red lines—throbbed in waves of fire that made even the slightest shift unbearable.
Komal and Priya exchanged a long, soft look. The teasing dominance melted away, replaced by genuine tenderness. They had pushed the men to their absolute limits; now it was time to bring them back gently.
Komal knelt first, her latex creaking as she settled in front of Raj. She cupped his tear-streaked face in both gloved hands, thumbs wiping away the wetness with infinite care.
“Shh, Daddy… it’s over. You took everything so beautifully. I’m so proud of you.” Her voice was low, soothing, the same tone she’d used when he was sick years ago. She pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, then another to each damp cheek. “You were so brave for me.”
Priya mirrored her in front of Arjun, brushing his sweaty hair back from his eyes. “Hey, handsome. Look at me.” She waited until his glassy gaze met hers. “You did amazing. Really. I know it hurt like hell, but you submitted perfectly. Good boy.” She leaned in and kissed the tip of his nose, then his lips—light, reassuring, no trace of mockery.
Both women stood and helped the men to their feet, supporting their weight when shaky legs threatened to buckle. The recovery robes—soft, thick cotton, warmed slightly in a cabinet—were draped over their shoulders. Komal tied Raj’s belt gently around his waist; Priya did the same for Arjun.
From the cart Komal retrieved a large tube of medical-grade soothing gel—cooling, anti-inflammatory, laced with aloe. She squeezed a generous amount into her palm, rubbing her hands together to warm it slightly.
“Turn around for me, Dad. Let me take care of these bruises.”
Raj hesitated, still flushed with lingering shame, but turned obediently. The sight of his ass drew a soft gasp from both women—swollen to nearly twice its normal size, deep purple-black with vivid cane strips.
Komal’s touch was feather-light at first, spreading the cool gel in slow circles over the hottest, most bruised areas. Raj hissed, then sighed as the cooling sensation sank in. “There we go… easy… this will help the swelling go down faster.”
Priya worked on Arjun with the same care, her long fingers gliding over his ruined cheeks. “Deep breaths, mechanic man. Let the gel do its magic.” She paused to kiss the small of his back tenderly. “You’re going to be sore for days, but we’ll make sure you heal nicely.”
They switched again Komal tending to Arjun, Priya to Raj—so each man felt loving hands from both women. Gentle murmurs filled the room
Komal hugged Arjun and said“My strong husband… you took it all for me. I love you so much.”
Priya also hugged Raj: “Uncle, you were incredible. Such a good man, letting us correct you like that.”thanks you did great really great.
And then they both help them cleanup. Komal cleaned Raj’s mustache with particular care, dabbing away the remnants of Priya’s juices, her touch apologetic and loving. Priya did the same for Arjun, wiping Komal’s essence from his chin and lips.
Priya fetched two bottles of chilled electrolyte water, holding one to Arjun’s lips while he drank slowly. Komal did the same for Raj, stroking his throat encouragingly as he swallowed.
“Small sips, Dad. You’ve been through a lot.”
When the bottles were half-empty, the women guided the men to a wide, cushioned recovery bench along the wall padded and angled to allow lying on their sides or stomachs without pressure on bruised asses. Soft pillows and light blankets waited.
Komal helped Raj settle onto his stomach first, arranging pillows under his chest and hips. She covered him with a blanket up to his waist, then lay beside him on her side, one arm draped gently over his back, rubbing slow circles between his shoulder blades.
Priya guided Arjun down next to them, positioning him facing Raj so the two men could see each other if they wanted. She curled up behind Arjun, spooning him carefully, her hand resting lightly on his hip, avoiding the tender areas.
They weren't in position to drive so they had to wait Till komal and Priya's shift ended.
For long minutes, the only sounds were soft breathing and occasional quiet sniffles. The women spoke in low, comforting voices.
Komal to both “You’re safe now. It’s all done. We’re so proud of how you surrendered. That took real strength.”
Priya: “And remember none of this changes how much we love and respect you. You’re still the same strong men we adore. Just… a little wiser now.”
Raj’s voice came out hoarse and small. “Beta… I’m sorry. For everything.”
Komal kissed the back of his neck. “I know, Daddy. Forgiven Completely.”
Arjun turned his head slightly toward Komal. “I love you… even after all that.”
She reached across to stroke his cheek. “I love you more, baby. Always.”
Priya pressed a kiss to Arjun’s shoulder. “And I’m still coming for Sunday lunch, uncles. No weirdness, okay? We’re family.”
And komal" ok now rest for a while we both have one more session to do then we can go home.
Slowly, the tension ebbed from the men’s bodies. Exhaustion took over; eyes fluttered closed. The women stayed with them, stroking hair, murmuring endearments, until soft, even breathing signaled sleep.
Only then did Komal and Priya carefully rise, dimming the lights and setting a quiet timer on the wall monitor to check on them periodically.
Before leaving the room, they shared one last soft look.
Priya whispered, “Think they’ll actually learn?”
Komal smiled gently. “They already have. And if they forget… well, we’ll be here.”
They closed the door quietly, leaving Raj and Arjun to heal in the warm afterglow of pain, love, and unbreakable family bonds.
Komal and Priya exchanged a long, soft look. The teasing dominance melted away, replaced by genuine tenderness. They had pushed the men to their absolute limits; now it was time to bring them back gently.
Komal knelt first, her latex creaking as she settled in front of Raj. She cupped his tear-streaked face in both gloved hands, thumbs wiping away the wetness with infinite care.
“Shh, Daddy… it’s over. You took everything so beautifully. I’m so proud of you.” Her voice was low, soothing, the same tone she’d used when he was sick years ago. She pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, then another to each damp cheek. “You were so brave for me.”
Priya mirrored her in front of Arjun, brushing his sweaty hair back from his eyes. “Hey, handsome. Look at me.” She waited until his glassy gaze met hers. “You did amazing. Really. I know it hurt like hell, but you submitted perfectly. Good boy.” She leaned in and kissed the tip of his nose, then his lips—light, reassuring, no trace of mockery.
Both women stood and helped the men to their feet, supporting their weight when shaky legs threatened to buckle. The recovery robes—soft, thick cotton, warmed slightly in a cabinet—were draped over their shoulders. Komal tied Raj’s belt gently around his waist; Priya did the same for Arjun.
From the cart Komal retrieved a large tube of medical-grade soothing gel—cooling, anti-inflammatory, laced with aloe. She squeezed a generous amount into her palm, rubbing her hands together to warm it slightly.
“Turn around for me, Dad. Let me take care of these bruises.”
Raj hesitated, still flushed with lingering shame, but turned obediently. The sight of his ass drew a soft gasp from both women—swollen to nearly twice its normal size, deep purple-black with vivid cane strips.
Komal’s touch was feather-light at first, spreading the cool gel in slow circles over the hottest, most bruised areas. Raj hissed, then sighed as the cooling sensation sank in. “There we go… easy… this will help the swelling go down faster.”
Priya worked on Arjun with the same care, her long fingers gliding over his ruined cheeks. “Deep breaths, mechanic man. Let the gel do its magic.” She paused to kiss the small of his back tenderly. “You’re going to be sore for days, but we’ll make sure you heal nicely.”
They switched again Komal tending to Arjun, Priya to Raj—so each man felt loving hands from both women. Gentle murmurs filled the room
Komal hugged Arjun and said“My strong husband… you took it all for me. I love you so much.”
Priya also hugged Raj: “Uncle, you were incredible. Such a good man, letting us correct you like that.”thanks you did great really great.
And then they both help them cleanup. Komal cleaned Raj’s mustache with particular care, dabbing away the remnants of Priya’s juices, her touch apologetic and loving. Priya did the same for Arjun, wiping Komal’s essence from his chin and lips.
Priya fetched two bottles of chilled electrolyte water, holding one to Arjun’s lips while he drank slowly. Komal did the same for Raj, stroking his throat encouragingly as he swallowed.
“Small sips, Dad. You’ve been through a lot.”
When the bottles were half-empty, the women guided the men to a wide, cushioned recovery bench along the wall padded and angled to allow lying on their sides or stomachs without pressure on bruised asses. Soft pillows and light blankets waited.
Komal helped Raj settle onto his stomach first, arranging pillows under his chest and hips. She covered him with a blanket up to his waist, then lay beside him on her side, one arm draped gently over his back, rubbing slow circles between his shoulder blades.
Priya guided Arjun down next to them, positioning him facing Raj so the two men could see each other if they wanted. She curled up behind Arjun, spooning him carefully, her hand resting lightly on his hip, avoiding the tender areas.
They weren't in position to drive so they had to wait Till komal and Priya's shift ended.
For long minutes, the only sounds were soft breathing and occasional quiet sniffles. The women spoke in low, comforting voices.
Komal to both “You’re safe now. It’s all done. We’re so proud of how you surrendered. That took real strength.”
Priya: “And remember none of this changes how much we love and respect you. You’re still the same strong men we adore. Just… a little wiser now.”
Raj’s voice came out hoarse and small. “Beta… I’m sorry. For everything.”
Komal kissed the back of his neck. “I know, Daddy. Forgiven Completely.”
Arjun turned his head slightly toward Komal. “I love you… even after all that.”
She reached across to stroke his cheek. “I love you more, baby. Always.”
Priya pressed a kiss to Arjun’s shoulder. “And I’m still coming for Sunday lunch, uncles. No weirdness, okay? We’re family.”
And komal" ok now rest for a while we both have one more session to do then we can go home.
Slowly, the tension ebbed from the men’s bodies. Exhaustion took over; eyes fluttered closed. The women stayed with them, stroking hair, murmuring endearments, until soft, even breathing signaled sleep.
Only then did Komal and Priya carefully rise, dimming the lights and setting a quiet timer on the wall monitor to check on them periodically.
Before leaving the room, they shared one last soft look.
Priya whispered, “Think they’ll actually learn?”
Komal smiled gently. “They already have. And if they forget… well, we’ll be here.”
They closed the door quietly, leaving Raj and Arjun to heal in the warm afterglow of pain, love, and unbreakable family bonds.
