Shekhar’s answers found no voice at all again. But Madhuri loved that how even though all helpless, Shekhar wanted to tell what she wanted to hear. She laughed yet like showing no compassion, and Shekhar was oddly enjoying the subduing by his mistress.
Madhuri finally took her fingers out. Shekhar found himself breathing comfortably again. Her look at him remained intact. “Does the paddle have you get too much pain son?”
“Yes Aunty.” He said being very slow.
“That’s good. Next time I’ll make sure it reddens your face too son. How exciting!” She said in a raised accent.
“No Aunty, please don’t.”
“Oh yes my son, I will.” She laughed mockingly at him. But Shekhar had started crying again. Such a baby boy he was.
Madhuri was finally empathetic as she said son, “Oh no no my son, Aunty won’t. Aunty won’t.” And with that a smile of empathy and tease as she offered Shekhar a hug from her waist and stuck his face on her abdomen. Shekhar very quickly wrapped his arms around her shorts covered big butt, sponging in all the warmth off her big butt and felt protected there. He ironically sought protection in that pose.
“My son, stop crying. Aunty apologizes to have teased you.” Madhuri roamed her hands in his hair as Shekhar’s sniffling went on. He had kept the grab still and was sobbing given the fear he had for Madhuri. She observed all of it for some moments until doing what Shekhar could never expect to happen.
– Madhuri bent down and clutched on his waist.
– Shekhar had only opened his eyes when he felt his body being elevated in the air.
– With Shekhar’s body brought parallel to her, she lifted him to her shoulder height.
– In a few seconds, Madhuri, voluptuous 5’5, had lifted Shekhar, petite 6’1, up in her arms like a baby.
– Madhuri rested his head on her shoulder so that Shekhar can look behind her and started rocking him in her arms.
– Shekhar found in the mirror how Madhuri had carried him and also found fulfilment of protection that he was seeking from her.
– He felt protected finally.
This was a position for newborns, and Madhuri, being a mother of two, was well aware of it. But to lift her slave she didn’t have to exert any extra lower body force. Her dedicated training to leverage and form in lifting 50 kgs consistently had achieved fruition. The muscles of her hot and flabby worked out arms from her sleeveless wife beaters have been showing off on their own as she kept the hold still.
Shekhar’s crying had stopped miraculously. He was all focused on his little role now, the one that mommy Madhuri had conditioned him in. Madhuri rubbed his shoulder and said, “what do you see my son?”
“I’m in Aunty’s arms.” He couldn’t take his eyes off the image in the mirror.
“And does my son like it?” Madhuri said while rubbing his back.
“Yes Aunty, very much.” Shekhar said comfortably and rested his head on her shoulders and his arms around her neck.
Madhuri offered some Eskimo kisses to him and tickled him to make him laugh. “Oh Aunty….” He said while settling to a giggle.
“What oh Aunty? You’re such a beauty when laughing son. You deserve more..” and she tickled him more.
“Auntyyyyy…” he laughed and laughed until there were tears in his eyes.
“Baby.” Madhuri finally stopped, and after she did, Shekhar had a sigh of relief but his stomach hurt by laughing. She rubbed his back while Shekhar rested his head on her shoulder, and not missing the glance in the mirror. Madhuri had still carried him.
“Tell me whose baby are you.” She rubbed his back of the head now.
“Aunty’s.”
“It’s such a shame I can’t watch my baby boy. Wait, let me just…” Madhuri was in the middle of her sentence when she switched his position in her arms.
– She faced baby boy Shekhar outward and made him sit on her hip bones. Now that’s strength.
– She also wrapped her arm around his waist.
– Her baby boy would be able to look at things around her comfortably now, which is why she had done it.
Shekhar and his mistress were able to look at each other in the mirror now. He was placed on her hip bones so immaculately, that his 6 feet didn’t even have to move an inch. This only meant to convey one thing, Madhuri was a powerhouse. A true deity.
“Now again tell me, whose baby boy are you?”
“Aunty’s.” Shekhar answered cheerfully.
“Talk with a kiss son.”
Shekhar kissed on her cheeks and said, “I’m Aunty’s baby boy.”
“And this is what good baby boys get in return…” Madhuri took her lips close to his until pulling it away.
“Do you want a kiss baby?”
“Yesssss…” there was a childlike desperation in Shekhar eyes.
“Aw. But before that, it’d be best if my baby laughs for me. And I know exactly how that can happen.” Madhuri took her hands to Shekhar’s stomach and tickled him. Shekhar shook with a grin. Madhuri playfully said, “Laugh son. Laugh.” He responded to more tickling of Madhuri with some high pitch laughter and repeating, “No Aunty. Please…” and kept laughing until there were tears in his eyes. Madhuri had cheered him up nicely.
Doing so, Madhuri had also obtained a boost in encouraging emotional bond with her sub. Shekhar hadn’t felt this good in his life in a long long time, he had never laughed this much, even though the situation half an hour ago said otherwise. Madhuri jolly lovingly kissed Shekhar one too many times on his cheeks and Shekhar in return, wrapped his arms around her neck like a baby. In the midst of all this, Madhuri kept him sat on her forearms and lifted up in her arms.
“I love you Aunty.”
“Aunty loves you more son.” Her accent was stable and soft.
They shared a look of affection through the mirror. It was like two lovers but in a different dynamic.
“Now my son has to eat. Do you want to come down son?”
Shekhar rapidly shook his head in denial and held her tightly. Madhuri smiled and said, “I thought so.” Baby boy, 6 foot Shekhar, was in no mood to walk. That’s how Madhuri had conditioned him. She enjoyed it nonetheless.
Madhuri carried him to the dining table. Only altering the pose a little, Madhuri had him sit on her lap whilst she fed him with her own hands. Madhuri all the while kept telling Shekhar how much she loves him. Which was true entirely, Madhuri not only found his submission intriguing but also gentlemanly. She’d kiss him all over his face before dipping the butter naan in the curry and feeding him, and accordingly she made her slave feel good.
After doing so, Madhuri again carried baby boy Shekhar in her arms to climb upstairs. Madhuri, after getting into the room, laid Shekhar on her knees. Not for a spanking, but to see to his welts and marks which he bore post tasting the paddle. The handiwork due to Madhuri’s savagery was going to keep Shekhar’s butt in that whipped state for a couple of days.
Madhuri touched on his welts and hearing him fuss, smiled sadistically. She surely wanted Shekhar to be better and not attain this predicament time and again, but she didn’t want to compromise on his progress either, given she was as rigorous as nurturing. Madhuri applied some very cool ointment, specializing in whip welts, on his skin. She was gradual in applying the coolant and made sure it reach all corner of his whipped butt. This had been the best Shekhar felt all day, albeit the pain.