Suresh’s Office Seniors CFNM – Chap 4 by indsub89

The next day, Suresh woke up fully rejuvenated at 9 AM. Parimala and Sneha, both in their negligees were cooking breakfast. Suresh walked over, obviously completely naked and kissed their feet.

“Tch Tch! Naked boy! Why does your pubic hair grow that quickly? Pari just shaved you 4 days ago.” Sneha asked him pointedly.

It was a small set of hair, but Suresh knew pointing it out would only increase his punishment. “I am so sorry, ma’am.” He meekly replied.

“No Sorry. Come with me, we will see how long it takes for me and you will get an equal number of spankings.” And so, Sneha dragged him with a firm grip on his hard cock. She ran the razor and it took 15 minutes. She dragged him out and put him over her knee. In a rare reprieve, Suresh immediately reminded her to face him to the mirror. She smiled and did.

For the umpteenth time, Suresh watched himself as the shame and fear crept into his eyes.

He was naked! Completely, not a stitch on.

He was fully shaved and so, did not have a single strand of hair to hide behind. Now, he was going to be put over an older woman’s knee. Pari and Sneha generally favoured shorts over pants. But, ever since his naked slavery had started, they had now completely shunned full pants. Pari, of course, walked around in a negligee which meant that their legs and knees were always there to tease and taunt him. As he went over them, his cock came in contact with Sneha’s legs and he started getting fully aroused.

No matter how many times he was hit, he never got used to it. They were both viciously strong and never held back. They always smacked with their fullest strength and he instantly started shouting in pain. Sometimes, it would turn into such a bawling he was terrified Shreeja would come upstairs. As usual, Sneha only stopped after 25 smacks even though she had mentioned 15.

Pari waltzed over with the spatula. He was always the best when it came to tasting food. She blew it well enough before Suresh took a swig and suggested what she needed. Since he made two suggestions, she gave him two quick thwacks on his already stinging butt and left. Suresh was used to this unjust treatment. He was smacked if he made suggestions. However, if the food was later not up to the mark, he was punished for that as well.

“Both the guys are leaving next week. You are the sole man in the office, naked boy. Casanova!” Pari announced over breakfast, pouting as she said Casanova. “I guess you must be excited about getting it on with all of us, right?”

Suresh did not say anything. He knew she was taunting him about the fact that he was still a virgin. It was one of the few personal insults that Sneha allowed her to make. It always rankled him but he had no reply to it either.

“What’s the matter, naked boy?” Sneha piled on. “I guess, you are excited. I mean, you will get on with Pari, definitely, right?”

“Come on!” Suresh retorted. On the floor and naked while his mistresses ate from the table, Suresh still found himself fighting them sometimes. “How many times do I have to apologise for that?”

“There is no number of times. But, we will taunt you about it until the six months end. What are you going to do about it?” Sneha hit back, sneering.

Suresh bent his head down and continued eating. He had no retort and they teased him further. After breakfast, they started watching TV using him as a naked footstool. Suresh thanked all the stars that they were just as interested in Cricket and Tennis as he was. That way, he at least did not miss any sports. Today was a Tennis match.

“I bet you 5 smacks that the first set goes to Nadal” Pari started the bettings casually. Of course, even a small thing as watching some sports would not be possible without Suresh getting some sort of punishment. It just wasn’t possible.

“You are on, Pari. Make it 10 smacks and make it a double break.” Sneha responded. Obviously, they were betting on the number of smacks they would give to Suresh later. Not only was Suresh going to get punished, it was his job to keep the accurate count of the number he would receive. If they were not satisfied, he would get double of whatever they decided. However, the women once again found their match in this regard as Suresh’s amazing memory meant that he could recite every bet verbatim. It was one of the few instances where Suresh would be told he would be getting a number of smacks and would then get the exact same number later. Also, when the match was interesting enough, they would generously allow Suresh to sit properly instead of being a footstool that he was so that he could watch it without straining his neck. Initially, it was on the floor but very soon, the two women couldn’t control themselves. They pulled him up and put their arms tightly over him.

Today, the final count was 37 in favour of Pari and so, she put him on her knee and lifted the paddle. Suresh once again reminded his tormentor that he had to face the mirror. Pari smiled and obliged.

Splat! Came the first strike of the paddle as Pari brought it down with all her might. Suresh bellowed.

Splat! Splat! SPlat!

Oh no! Suresh thought in his mind as he realised through his screams that, this time, Pari was hitting at a single spot. Normally, they would cover the whole area with both his butt cheeks but today, she was focussing on one spot. The pain would triple, he knew as he started sobbing at no 5. 32 more!

Again. Again. And again. Suresh, seeking relief from the concentrated pain, tried to move, just an inch or two trying to redirect the hits to a new spot but Pari held him tight. By the 20th, he was weeping uncontrollably and pleading with her to stop even though he knew it was to no avail. Once again, they respected his ability in figuring out the right number of smacks by stopping exactly at 37. Suresh fell to the floor. He longed to stand up since that was the only way he could rub his stinging buttocks and lessen the pain but he had no strength.

They had their lunch and Suresh went to take a nap, as was usual during the weekends. Pari and Sneha longed to keep him working every waking moment, but there were really only so much tasks they could make him do. Plus, him taking a nap was good for them. They let him nap for an hour before invariably one of them, through a game of Roshambo would decided to wake him up through facesitting. One of them got completely naked, they had no modesty between each other and lowered their pussy on to his nose and mouth. The lack of air woke him up but he always made sure to keep his eyes shut. They had no idea how he managed to stay that alert. He had once told he was generally only in a half-sleep mode but it was still surprising he was able to keep his eyes shut!

If he opened them, they could go ahead with their threats of exposing him to other women, after thoroughly beating him up, of course. But, 3.5 weeks into his naked slavery, he had successfully avoided it. Oh well! They still had five months. And, of course, they were rewarded with his tongue. Suresh was once again rankled by the injustice. Here he was, forced to give one of them multiple orgasms with his tongue and yet, they had forbidden him from wanking. They had warned him with dire consequences if they suspected he was masturbating. What could possibly be dire consequences to a naked slave? He did not intend to find out. And yet, eyes closed, he plunged, licked and moved his tongue around like a maniac just as he knew Pari liked it. Pari finally lifted her off him, added the blindfold and forced him to kneel on the floor while sitting on the Sofa. With Sneha watching, Suresh continued his oral service. His buttocks was still sore but that was nothing, Suresh knew, compared to what he waited with fear would come next.