Mother in laws

“Can’t we give her another chance,” nervously pleaded Hansa as we pulled into our driveway.

“No”, Ravi said as he saw tears filling her downcast blue eyes, and making her mascara run down her face. “It is time for her to make a decision. This will not go on like this any more.”

As they walked in the door they could see Sumitra sitting on the coach in the living room, drinking a glass of wine and peacefully smoking a cigarette, as if she didn’t have a care in the world. Still statuesque, in her 40s, having raised a grown child. Many people said she looked regal, having grown up with a silver spoon in her mouth – a father that gave her anything she wanted. Sumitra had come to live with Ravi and Hansa recently. Hansa’s father had died two years ago. It was a traumatic time for her, being widowed at such a young age. Her husband had fully spoiled her. Let her get her way on everything, and she had spent much more that he made. Unforturnately, Sumitra didn’t stop spending after he died, and her spending sprees had left her broke. After she paid all of her outstanding debts, she had none of the insurance proceeds to live on, and no skills to fall back on. Ravi had gotten a call this morning from a store, saying that Sumitra was buying more stuff, and saying that he would pay for it.

Ravi had been clear with Hansa that he was happy to have Sumitra come live with them. He was particularly clear that this was his house and that she was to live by the house rules. Hansa had learned in their 3 years of marriage that Ravi was very strict. There were many a day that she had trouble sitting after she had disappointed him.

“The car should be here in a couple of minutes to take you to the airport. Have you decided where you are going?” Ravi asked as he walked into the living room

Sumitra looked up. Her eyes defiant. “You can’t put me out. You are my son-in-law. Show me some respect”

“I gave you a choice. Since you aren’t in the den awaiting your punishment, you must be leaving” Ravi calmly answered. “Either you are going to accept the house rules and live in my home, or you will go to the airport. I am happy to buy you a ticket anywhere you want to go, but then you are on your own.”

Hansa began to say something, but Ravi shot her a glance. Hansa face went flush. Her hand instinctively reached to protect her bottom, and she stayed quiet.

Sumitra stood up. She looked at Hansa for a few extra moments, then her sholders slumped. Ravi pointed to the study. He watched her walk ahead of him. Even through her sari he could see her well preserved body and apple shaped ass.

“Take it off” Ravi said as he sat down on the worn leather sofa.

“You’re not really going to spank me”

“Yes, and much worse if you continue to misbehave”

Sumitra’s hands trembled as she unwound the sari. Standing in her blouse and petticoat, Ravi could see her well proportioned breasts. He saw her nipples begin to harden.

”Pull up your petticoat and come over her” he said as he patted his lap.

She hesitated and glared at him. “Over here now!” he commanded.

She began to say something, and then stopped. She stepped out of her Prada black patent leather high heels, pulled up her petticoat and walked over. She was wearing a skimpy set of La Perla panties, another show of the shopping that had led to the financial problems she was now facing. She bent over his lap. He adjusted her so her hips were over his right thigh and her hands were on the floor.

“Ah” she gasped as she felt the cool air after he pulled down her panties to her ankles.

Ravi let her stay like that for a few minutes. He said nothing, just listened to her breathing. He could feel the tightness in her body, the muscles in her ass, contracting….and then he began

Splat, went his right hand on her left cheek…”Ow, that hurts.” Sumitra yelled and jumped up. The fire was back in her eyes. There she stood, wearing her gold blouse, her gold petticoat pulled up. Her black La Perla panties puddled around her ankles. She no longer cared that her jet black public hair on display, as she rubbed her bottom.

“Get back down here. We are no where near done” She knew she had no choice, and back she came.

“Haven’t you ever been spanked before? Ravi asked, as he adjusted her back into the proper position on his lap.

“No”

“No wonder” Ravi said as he picked up where he had left off….SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT…

Sumitra began to wail, but on it went. She didn’t try and get up again.

When he stopped, she stood up rubbing her ass. Her face was streaked with tears but her face was flushed. She was breathing deeply, and she looked at Ravi.

Ravi then took her by the hand and walked her over to the table. She was anxious. Her breathing got deeper. She could see the bulge in Ravi’s pants. She was looking expectantly over her shoulder. he bent her over the desk. Her ass was red from the spanking. Sumitra reached back and pulled apart her buns. Ravi opened his drawers and entered her tight ass in one swift move.

“OHHH” Sumitra moaned…”it has been tooo long”

Ravi pounded her like a man possessed until he came inside her.

As he came out of her, Sumitra reached over and cleaned him up with a towel she saw there, and gave Ravi a big kiss.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” She said as she reached for him again.