Sarah bent over my knees so that I could spank her with my left hand. I let her shuffle around until she was comfortable, realising that I could see our reflection in the TV opposite.‘I want you to count the blows out loud. Maybe that will teach you how to add up for the monthly report.’ I said.I brought my hand down on her bum squarely across both cheeks. I’d smacked her as hard as I could with my left hand and it had made a very satisfying sound and, better yet, her big bum had wobbled nicely under my hand.‘One’ Sarah gasped.‘Two’ she said again as I smacked her again, this time across her left buttock.I kept going, wondering if she would use our safe word. I spanked her buttocks as she counted the blows. She was getting rather breathless now and I knew she was getting really turned on. I got to a count of 20 and decided it was time to up the ante.‘Get up Sarah. We need to go on to the next phase of the punishment’Sarah stood up looking a little shaky. Her face was red from bending. I got horrified. I disconnected the call at once but the damage was already done. I moved away from the door. I turned back and bumped into a tummy, my hand touching his dick accidentally and my phone fell down. It was Sharma uncle, Dad’s friend, standing nude in front of me. I backed out but my eyes met his. He smiled and said, “To aaj pata lag hi gaya tumhe” (So you got to know today). Before I could say anything, he caught my arm and took me inside the room. Seeing me there, dad and Pooja were a bit shocked but others were smiling. Everybody was nude there except me. Dad was not making eye contacts with me though his dick was making contact with Pooja’s left hand. She was looking at me with wide opened eyes but her mind was still at the tool she was holding. A moment of silence passed in the room.Tripathi uncle broke the silence, “Areyy yar Vaibhav. Ek din to ye hona hi tha. Ab kyu pareshan ho rahe ho. Shweta ab badi ho gayi hai. Samajh jayegi.” Dad looked at me with grievance in.
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