Taming Sayali
Chapter 1
I am a teacher taking his sabbatical in India. One afternoon as I was
leafing through the local English language paper I came across a solicitation
for a private tutor to work with a young lady on her education and manners. The
wording was rather strange and most intriguing. I responded and two weeks later
I was hired as Sayali's personal tutor. Sayali was a positively gorgeous 14 year
old with a disposition that left much to be desired. Her mother, who was well
fixed as a result of her divorce settlement, had thrown up her hands in dismay
over the way her only child seemed to have changed once she entered high school.
I found Sayali to be extremely bright, energetic and totally undisciplined.
After two weeks I held a consultation with her mother. Neleem gave me permission
to employ any and all means to bring her daughter under control. She emphasized
the fact that she did mean "any".
"When Sayali was growing up her father kept her in line by the judicious
use of corporal punishment administered to her bare bottom with great vigor. By
the time she was 12 she was taking the cane across her bottom regularly and the
strap was being applied to her chest and genitals as she stood naked with her
hands clasped behind her neck and her thighs spread wide apart to make it easier
for her father to whip that nasty spot betwen her legs. Whip it he did. It was
a rare day when Sayali wasn't marched into our bedroom, made to remove all her
clothing and then submit to a sound thrashing. Most of the time I would witness
her punishment out of consideration for family solidarity."
"During the final weeks of our marriage my husband began to restrain the
girl, binding her wrists and ankles to the corners of our marriage bed, then
placing a pillow beneath her bottom to elevate her mound so that it could be
whipped properly. He was now using a device he had purchased in one of those
adult emporiums. He called it a flogger and it was evidently designed with the
intention of being used to administer a through beating to a girl's private
parts. It was amazing to witness the spray of juices that would fly from her
mound as the flogger bit into the soft flesh. Sayali would be so swollen after
such a beating that the child would have difficulty urinating. Then abruptly my
husband was gone and it was about this time that Sayali began to turn away from
me."
I developed the mother of all erections while she told me this story. To
my chagrin I realized that while I had been totally focused on carrying out my
duties with respect to the girl, her mother had been sending me very strong
signals that she was interested in me for other uses. It dawned on me that
likely this well built woman had not been with a man since her husband
departed,and from what she had told me, they were not occupying the same bed for
months before he left.
Immediately I began making repairs to our slightly damaged relationship.
Neelem beamed when I started complimenting her on her appearance and how well
she kept the house in order despite her disobedient daughter. I began to take a
much more careful look at this woman, who was probably in her early to mid 30s.
She dressed in the traditional fashion, a sari over what might be described
charitably as loose undergarments. I noticed how her hips swayed as she moved
about the house, and the gentle movement of her large breasts as they struggled
against the restaints of the tightly drawn sari. We soon became close friends,
sharing our common goal of training her recalcitrant daughter into a being who
was at one with the world.
Sayali continued to be a trial and a challenge to me and her mother. I
was reluctant to use force on the lovely teen for fear of causing a permanent
rupture in our tenuous relationship. After a few weeks as Neelem and I grew
closer and closer to sharing her empty bed, an event of some significance took
place. Neelem and Sayali clashed harshly over the matter of her dress while she
was in the house. The girl preferred to run around in jeans and a top. I could
not fail to notice that she rarely wore a bra, even though she was very well
built for one of her age.
I ended the argument and established myself as the man of the house with
one quick decision. From now on Sayali would either wear a sari when in the
house or only her underwear. Both of them were very surprised at the latter
option, but Neelem realized that she and I would soon be doing naughty things in
her big empty bed, and thus would not be too tempted by the state of undress
that her daughter would likely choose.
As I expected, Sayali chose to wear as little as possible. As soon as
the little imp returned home from school she would disrobe at the door and then
prance about in tight panties and bras that left little to the imagination.
Since she'd been in them all day in a school room that had no air conditioning,
she would be rather ripe by the time she got home. Her scent was driving me
insane as was the sight of her perpetually damp panty crotch that me to glimpse
almost all of her plump pubic mound. I soon realized that she shaved her pubic
hair, something that was in vogue with the teenaged population. Neelem was
scandalized, but I just looked and licked my lips, wondering what that plump
pussy tasted like.
A few days later Neelem invited me into her bedroom one early afternoon,
fully knowing that her daughter would not be interrupting us for many hours. I
put the time to good use. Neelem was an exciting lover and for a few weeks I
failed to respond to the temptations that were offered daily by Sayali.
Neelem was delighted at the length and thickness of my penis. She spent
hours fondling and kissing it, not so much to get it hard, but to express her
appreciation for how it was put to use. She had no reservations when it came to
sucking it or even swallowing whatever I happened to deliver when she got too
enthusiastic. She went wild the first time I went down on her thickly thatched
mound and began worming my tongue into that hot, aromatic slit. She told me
afterwards that her husband had a great distaste for anything having to do with
oral sex, refusing her offers to suck him off as well as her overtures to have
him go down on her.
We must have tried every position in the Kama Sutra, twice or possibly
three times, during the first month.I would take her in the morning as soon as a
very annoyed Sayali left for school. Later we'd return for an encore performance
just before lunch. I used to tell her that was to allow us to develop a good
appetite. She used to laugh and chide me for being a pig and eating a meal
before lunch. Usually I was too busy exploring some new nook or cranny in her
well upholstered body to respond. To lord it over her impudent daughter Neelem
always arranged to have me doing her when the girl returned from school.
The first few times the door to the bedroom was shut and so the girl
just ignored her mother's long drawn out moans and groans, not to mention her
loud requests for me to " Fuck me harder!...... Kiss me down there, oh yes,
right there, don't stop. please don't stop....If I suck you, can you do me once
more? Please say yes,I'll suck you so very hard and as long as it takes.." The
third day our bedroom door was wide open and Neelem arranged matters so that I
was deep inside her, pumping away at a good steady pace as she moaned and
groaned. We knew Sayali was listening and so Neelem made it even more
interesting by saying in a loud, quivering voice, " Cum inside me, I know you
can do it one more time, pump me harder and make me feel that long fat cock
turning me inside out." Neelem grinned and nodded as Sayali sauntered past us as
we made the bedsprings creak even faster. The next day Neelem was straddling me
as I drilled her out from below. This time her daughter actually stopped and
stared at us as we went at it like rabbits.
The next day Neelem sprang another surprise on her daughter, waiting
until she was home and in her underwear. That day Sayali had selected a pair of
sheer bikinis panties that left nothing to the imagination and a matching half
cup bra that presented, more than supported, her heavy breasts. Neelem waltzed
out of the shower in nothing but a pair of panties and padded past her
open-mouthed daughter. To make matters worse she stayed half naked for the next
hour or so, idly leafing through a magazine and then innocently asking me if I
wanted to go into the bedroom and "fuck for a while". Sayali nearly choked and
turned bright red.
Neelem gave me a mischievous grin and made sure that Sayali and I both
saw her scratch her crotch with a contented look of satisfaction on her face. In
truth I had spent the better part of the afternoon doing her fore and aft, a
special treat she thought I deserved. Her butt hole was super tight and I nearly
came before I got deep enough inside to start pumping. She just stretched out on
her belly and held her cheeks apart to allow me entry into her backdoor,
something her husband had rarely used. I was the second man who had ever been
inside her anus and I would become a regular visitor as time went on.
Two days later another event occurred which changed the relationship and
balance of power between the three of us. Sayali, shame-faced, brought home a
letter from the school principal calling attention to the fact that she had been
caught in a compromising situation with a senior girl in the showers. It
required Neleem to attend a conference with Sayali's teacher and a counselor on
the following day. Immediately after reading this letter Neleem looked toward me
and said in a very angry voice, " You are to blame for this! You have not
instilled proper discipline into this terrible child of mine. Instead you have
been fucking me and ignoring your duties. Until you bring her under control,
there will not be any fucking for you unless you go to see a prostitute."
Sayali tried to become invisible, but within a minute or so she found
herself over my lap, receiving a very serious spanking. In our struggle her bra
had come free giving me my first look at her bare breasts. They were
spectacular. However it was her bottom I focused on. Pulling her panties down
around her knees, I began delivering hard smashes of my open palm onto her firm
bum cheeks, noticing how little they jiggled as I slammed into them.
About a dozen spanks in, she began to cry and after another dozen she
was sobbing and pleading for relief from the rain of blows falling on her bare,
burning bottom. I continued until my arm grew tired, perhaps dealing her nearly
two dozen more before I stopped. By then she was a trembling mass of anguished
little girl, her firm cheeks now crimson and swelling rapidly. I knew that she
would be having a very difficult time staying seated comfortably at school
tomorrow. I also knew that she was in for another very unpleasant surprise when
she returned home. I would be waiting with a few toys that her rump would soon
become quite familiar with.
That evening Neelem crawled into bed wih me and the next thing I knew
she was trying to swallow my cock whole. "That was a fast moratorium", I thought
as she noisily suctioned me into hardness. I did my duty and finished by
shooting all over her big tits. She gave me a big smile and rubbed the white
stuff into her pendulous breasts. I wondered if Sayali would get as big as her
mother, or perhaps bigger. That thought kept me hard, and so we got busy and
soon were making the bed creak and the bedsprings squeak once more.
I started to think again about Sayali, alone in the dark with her butt
still on fire, listening to the sound of her mother and the man who just pounded
her butt into mush fucking away. That mind picture made me smile, even as I
shifted gears and really began laying the wood to Neelem. This load was a bit
more challenging to deliver, but Neelem was on her game and I barely had time to
pull out and decorate her belly with a watery load that she accepted graciously.
She fell fast asleep with my cum still drying on her sweaty skin. My employer
was a damned good fuck, there was no doubt about that. Still I couldn't get rid
of the memory of Sayali's bare breasts and that fine firm ass.
It was a busy day for all three of us. Neelem's meeting with the school
pricipal was scheduled for right after lunch. Sayali, moving rather stiffly,
left for school a few minutes late, probably slowed somewhat by her sore bottom.
I'm sure that the girls would tease her mercilessly if they saw her bruised
behind in the showers. I wondered if she and the senior girl might slip away for
a brief tryst where her lover might gently rub her pain away.
Neelem was a bit agitated, and definitely not in the mood for sex as I
discovered this morning when I rolled over and attempted to warm her up. She
slapped my hand away and muttered that she was still unhappy with me. I thought
back to last night as she sucked enthusiastically on my stiff cock, trying for a
second round of hard fucking, and smiled to myself.I knew that this evening we
would be locked tightly together, trying to climb into each other's body, Neelem
urging me to go deeper and harder and faster as we soaked the sheets.
There are some advantages to living in a large city. Generally one can
live an anonymous existence if one chooses. Almost everything that one might
need or want can usually be obtained in such a place. Today I had need for some
very specific items. It would take some time to ferret out a supplier, but at
least I knew in which section of the city to begin my search. I set out
immediately after Neelem, who was still muttering and not exactly sure that she
was wearing the proper clothing for her meeting, left the house.
It took a couple of hours before I entered an out of the way shop that
had what I sought. I wondered if perhaps Sanjiv, Sayali's father, had obtained
his flogger from this very same establishment. The one I selected after
consulting with the owner for some time was of high quality leather, well made
and still stiff, having yet to be used.
I also was shown a very interesting device which could be best
described as a modified ping-pong paddle. This one had a larger face, sufficient
to cover the firm rounded cheeks of my charge. It was weighted in a manner that
allowed much greater force to be applied to the target. I was startled at the
explosive sound it made when the owner demonstrated its power. Finally there
were numerous holes drilled through the wooden paddle that decreased air
resistance, allowing one to generate much greater speed in the paddle which
translated to even more force to be dealt to the offending bottom of my teenaged
temptress.
Next I purchased a set of high quality and rather expensive handcuffs to
be used to restrain the girl during portions of her training sessions. I
resisted the shopkeeper's attempts to sell me a leather mask, a ball gag or a
spreader bar, but did purchase a set of leather straps that would do the job
when I wished to stretch Sayali out on the bed for some serious punishment. The
thought of having her naked body so vulnerable and accessible gave me an
erection that brought a smile to the owner's face.
Neelem was already back by the time I returned. The meeting had not gone
very well. Evidently Sayali was a favorite of many senior girls, who seemed to
pass her around from one to the other. The teacher had complained about her
deportment in class and recommended that she be expelled. As of tomorrow Sayali
was suspended from school until Neelem could provide evidence that her daughter
had reformed her ways. Neelem was furious, and naturally I caught a great deal
of the blame and was once more exiled from her bed.
"I am not raising a lesbian! My family would be outraged and mortified
to learn of this. I want you to give her the thrashing of her young life when
she comes home from school today. Poor Sanjiv, perhaps he finally realized what
she was and just didn't have the heart to do what had to be done. You should
have no such scruples. I've seen how you look at her, well she's yours. You can
use her every night for all I care, just as long as she turns into a girl who
likes men not women."
I could not believe my ears. I was being given total control over this
young succubus. I wondered just how far Neelem would let me go. As soon as the
girl got home I was going to start to find out.
