Suresh The Family CFNM Slave Ch. 07

On the third day of their servitude, both Suresh and Nandan faced new challenges. The last two days, each of them wore their proper clothes when they went up to the terrace to hang the laundry, a small mercy they had been granted the past two days. But Nandan's day took a sharp turn when Rashmi discovered something as she came to his room early in the morning.

Rashmi once again smiled in satisfaction as she thought about her slave.

For, her son was naked. Completely naked! Not a stitch on! Bare as board!

They had kept him naked for two days now. Initially, she was telling herself that this was just punishment for cheating on his grades. However, she could no longer deny to herself that this was something else. She reveled in the power she held over him. The thought of her son naked, while she and her daughter ordered him around was a powerful feeling and, in truth, he deserved it. And what she found as she came closer to wake him up all but increased her resolve.

When she walked in, she saw him picking up his sheets, ostensibly to put it in the laundry. However, she saw the stains. Clear as day and just as whitish. Nandan had been wanking, and had been hoping to escape notice by adding the sheets into the laundry. Her face darkened with fury as she stared at him.

Nandan's heart sank. He could see no way out of this. He had hoped to slide by with a little sneakiness, but it had not worked out that way. Without a word, he stared at his mother, his emotions going wild.

Firstly, there was no way he could have avoided wanking after the previous day's light bulb incident.

Naked, in front of mom and sis.

While he stood on a chair changing the light bulb.

Mom and sis standing on the floor holding the chair. At that angle, they would see his balls and the underside of his cock. The very thought was once again restarting his erection.

Now, in the present, e was getting hard and there was no stopping it.

Completely naked. While his mother stood in front of him. Eyes narrowed in anger and contempt. The sight of her face was a feedback loop and he was at his full mast instantly.

Rashmi watched her son, completely naked, every inch of him visible - including his petite organ. He slowly looked up and down at her and she could see the raw shame in his eyes.

"Nandan," she called out, her voice stern. "Over my knee."

Nandan, her 21-year-old son, looked up from the bed, startled. "Mom, I can explain."

"I told you to get over my knee," Rashmi repeated, her voice hard. She pointed at the bed. "You think I need an explanation for this?"

Nandan's cheeks flushed. "I-I was just... relaxing."

Rashmi raised an eyebrow. "Relaxing, Nandan? How dare you?" She walked over to a chair and sat down. "Come here."

Nandan hesitated, then walked over to her, his face still red with embarrassment. Rashmi gestured for him to lie over her knee. "Please, Mom!" he begged, but he complied nonetheless after she showed no relent.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson, Nandan," Rashmi said firmly. She lifted her hand and brought it down on his bare bottom. Nandan yelped, the sound echoing in the room.

"Ow, Mom!" he protested.

"Quiet," Rashmi said, her hand coming down again. "You know the rules."

Nandan gritted his teeth as the spanks continued. By the tenth one, he was squirming and begging. "Please, Mom, it hurts!"

"It's supposed to hurt," Rashmi said, her voice unyielding. The sound of every hit was a fresh wave of fear, pain and shame to Nandan. However, after the tenth hit, he heard the only sound that would increase that shame. The sound of the door opening. Nandan's elder sister, Nireeksha, stepped in. Nandan watched with further shame.

Shame at the thought of his sister. Watching him. Him completely naked while she was dressed in her night clothes. She smirked at the sight, her gaze lingering on Nandan's bare, reddening ass.

"Ma, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.

Rashmi paused, and just pointed to the sheets. Nireeksha took one look at them and her smirk widened. "Well, well, little brother. Seems like you've been a naughty boy. You definitely deserve this punishment." Nireeksha continued staring at her naked little brother until mom completed 25 smacks.

"Also, your punishment is not over. You will now hang the clothes on the terrace naked."

Nandan's eyes widened in horror. "Mom, please!" he fell on the floor and begged desperately. "Spank me extra--anything else! Just don't make me do this."

But Rashmi's decision was final. "No," she said firmly. "You made those stains on your bed, and now you'll lie in it. Maybe this will teach you to keep your hands away. And it is still quite early in the morning so there hopefully won't be anyone around. "

Defeated, Nandan finished rubbing his naked reddened buttocks, and moments later, he found himself standing holding the laundry basket, completely naked. His cheeks burned with humiliation as he carried the heavy load of laundry upstairs, dreading what awaited him on the terrace. As he approached the stairs, he heard a familiar voice--Anushka, of course. She was laughing at him, her voice dripping with amusement. "Looking good, Nandan!" she teased, folding her arms as she leaned against the wall.

Nandan flushed even redder, his embarrassment intensifying with each word. He tried to brush it off. "Leave me alone, Anushka!" he snapped, his voice sharper than he intended.

Anushka grinned wider, clearly enjoying his discomfort. "Aww, so cute," she taunted. "Are you going to make me leave you alone, tough guy?"

Nandan clenched his fists, his voice rising as he glared at her. "Just shut up, Anushka!" he shouted. "I don't need your stupid jokes right now!"

His voice echoed across the walkway, the outburst leaving a brief silence in its wake. Anushka's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but then she simply raised an eyebrow, her smirk returning.

"Well," she said slowly, her tone suddenly serious, "okay, be my guest."

Nandan's anger faltered as he suddenly realized the truth of what he was about to do. Swallowing his pride, he looked across and mumbled, "I mean... Could you come with me? You know... for moral support?"

Anushka raised an eyebrow and laughed again. "And why should I do that?" she asked mockingly. "If you want something from people, you better start being nicer."

Nandan could only sigh as she walked away, leaving him to face the ordeal alone.

As Nandan trudged up the stairs, grumbling under his breath, he suddenly heard a soft "psst!" from behind. He turned to see Nireeksha standing near her door, a mischievous grin on her face as she tossed him a loincloth. "Here," she whispered, "cover up with this, and not a word to Mom, got it?"

Nandan nodded quickly, grateful for the small mercy. "Thanks," he muttered, slipping on the loincloth as he hurried upstairs, hoping to escape without further humiliation. When he finally stepped out onto the terrace, the last thing he wanted to see was Sandeep and Rakesh standing on the neighboring terrace. He had played cricket with them often, and their presence now felt like salt in his already gaping wound. The moment they spotted him, their laughter erupted.

"Look at you, Nandan!" Sandeep jeered, doubling over in amusement. "What happened, man? Is this your new fashion statement?"

"Yeah," Rakesh chimed in. "We're gonna make sure everyone at college hears about this. You'll be famous!"

Nandan's mind raced. Panic surged through him, but then a flash of defiance lit up his eyes. "Don't even think about it," he snapped back. "I know worse things about you two. So if you want to start a rumor war, be my guest."

His words struck a nerve. They knew what secrets he was referring to. Sandeep and Rakesh's faces darkened, and they responded in anger. The peaches they had in hand suddenly became weapons. They hurled them at Nandan, who tried to shield himself, but the peaches hit him with surprising force. His heart pounded as he crouched down, trying to cover himself from the onslaught.

And then, abruptly, the barrage stopped.

Nandan cautiously opened his eyes and looked up. Anushka stood beside him, hurling the peaches back with precision and strength that took Sandeep and Rakesh by surprise. "You two better leave him alone," she warned coldly, her voice carrying across the terrace. "Or I'll make sure you regret it."

The two boys, startled and not wanting to tangle with Anushka, retreated hastily, jumping down from the terrace and scrambling away. Anushka, standing tall and resolute, glared after them until they were gone. Nandan, still reeling from the whole ordeal, stood frozen for a moment before turning to Anushka. Relief flooded his expression as he rushed forward and fell at her feet.

"Thank you, Anushka," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry for everything... Please forgive me."

Anushka, though she softened at his words, maintained her stern demeanor. She wiggled both her feet and Nandan piled grateful kisses on them. The power! Anushka felt. The raw power of a male in his loincloth kissing her feet. How on Earth did I miss these for 21 years? However, she did not let on these feelings while she thundered at him. "Never mouth off to me again, Nandan," she warned.

Nandan nodded quickly and continued to kiss her feet. She let him kiss each foot ten times before finally allowing him to continue hanging the clothes.

Meanwhile, Suresh began his third day of servitude as he did the previous days. He was naked, completely. Not a stitch on! Bare as board!

His first task was to serve Coffee to all three women. And, he did it the same way he had been doing for the last two days.

Firstly, he had to carry the coffee tray across his chest. This was to ensure that the tray did not obscure his privates in any way. His superior woman did not accord him even that basic level of modesty.

Additionally, when he handed the cups, he had to place his other hand across his back. The idea that he was not even allowed to give himself even such a tiny cover was a constant reminder of his new place in life. That he was nothing more than a naked slave to the women in his life. And yet, he did not dare disobey them.

He served coffee to all the women in the house, waited until they finished, and dutifully collected the cups. After that, he assisted them as they prepared for their day, ensuring their bathwater was ready before serving breakfast. He ate his meal sitting on the floor while the others ate sitting on chairs, only taking his bath once their needs were met. Finally, Suresh gathered the dirty clothes and started the washing machine.

After ironing Varsha's football clothes, he brought them to her. She instructed him to wait, and pulled out her phone. Looking at her naked little brother, she felt a massive tingling down there. She knew it was wrong, and yet, every time she thought about the wrongness of it, her arousal and her wetness only increased.

That Python! No, it was bigger. It was an Anaconda!

Who would have guessed that her scrawny, nerdy, stuttering nervous wreck of a little brother packed such a monster. Suresh, on his part, stood silently waiting for Varshas next command. He did not know that it was not coming any time soon. Varsha wanted to try this out. Make him wait for her command while she scrolled happily on her phone. Such was the hold they had on him, that he did not even dare to ask her what was the next thing he had to do. Very soon, he could see that Varsha knew that it was annoying him and was doing it deliberately.

Varsha wanted him to massage her feet and polish her shoes one last time. And yet, she knew she had time before leaving. And so, she made him wait.

She had been sure she would particularly enjoy this, and she was correct in that assumption. Pretty soon, she knew this would occur regularly. He would, of course, be naked. She would tell him to stand in front of her. naked, and then nothing. Stand naked, and then wait for the next command.

And she would have no intention of giving the next command any time soon. He would have to just stand there, completely naked, bare as board with his body on full display and just wait. She knew it would annoy him and she enjoyed it even further. She continued on the phone and paid no attention to him. Very soon,

Suresh started twitching.

Come on! He begged inside. He knew she wanted him to polish her shoes. Let's get it over with. And yet, he wouldn't dare open his mouth and say any of this. He knew things would only get worse. Varsha spoke to her sister for ten more minutes.

Ten minutes! Ten minutes, he stood there.

Naked, completely! Not a stitch on! Bare as board!

Frequently, she reached forward and caressed his body. His thighs, his butt-cheeks, his hips, each time the target was different. And every time her hand brushed his nude body, Suresh twitched, a reminder of his current state of submission. Hands at his side, helpless as his organ stood in a respectful salute at its full mast. However, he did note, with his usual pride that even if they allowed him to cover himself with his hands, it would be absolutely no use. The reason was his gigantic organ. His hands were nowhere near enough to cover them. Varsha showed no signs of ending her reel-watching. However, she finally extended her left hand and motioned him to turn around.

Later in the evening, after Anushka had rescued Nandan from the boys on the terrace, Brinda arrived. When Brinda entered the room, her eyes widened in shock at the sight of Suresh standing before her in his birthday suit. She blinked a few times as if trying to reconcile what she was seeing with the Suresh she vaguely remembered from the past. "Wait... this is Suresh?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Suresh, as he had been ordered, kept a straight face and approached her respectfully. "Yes, Brinda," he said, his voice steady. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Brinda couldn't help but chuckle, her eyes still scanning his outfit. "I... I think I'm good for now," she replied, trying to stifle her laughter. "But, oh my god, what happened here?"

Anushka, leaning casually against the wall, smirked. "Long story short," she said with a shrug, "he's in training now. And you're here to teach him how to give a proper massage."

Brinda raised an eyebrow and gave a short laugh, finally composing herself. "Alright then," she said with a grin, regaining her professional demeanor. "But before we start, let's see what I'm working with. Suresh, do me a favor and give me a spin."

Suresh swallowed his pride, his cheeks flushing slightly as he complied, turning in a slow circle so that Brinda could get a full view of his nudity. Brinda whistled as she saw his exposed derriere. He could hear Anushka stifling a giggle in the background, but he focused on keeping his composure. Brinda soon began teaching Suresh about massaging techniques, but during their conversation with Anushka, Brinda commented on how her own elder brother was similarly lazy around the house. She was curious to learn how they had managed to bring about such a drastic change in Suresh and Nandan.

As Brinda got Suresh started on the massage training, Varsha came in from football practice, still wiping the sweat from her brow. She glanced at Suresh and Brinda, but her attention quickly shifted to the others as Nireeksha walked in, holding her phone.

"Hey, guess what?" Nireeksha said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Rakesh's mom and Sandeep's sister want to know why Nandan was up on the terrace... wearing just a loincloth."

Varsha let out a short laugh. "Do they now?" she said, a smirk forming on her face.

Kavitha, leaning back in her chair, raised an eyebrow. "And what did you tell them?"

Nireeksha shrugged, her eyes twinkling. "Not much. Just that there's a reason behind it. But they're curious. They're dying to know how we pulled this off."

Varsha, seizing the opportunity, leaned forward with a devious grin. "Well, why don't we tell them then? I'm thinking we could have a little women-only get-together at our place tomorrow. We can explain everything, show them how it's done. Maybe they can use it on their own lazy brothers and sons."

Nireeksha chuckled. "That sounds perfect. It'll be fun to see their reactions."

Kavitha smiled approvingly. "Alright then. Let's make it happen."

The women shared a conspiratorial look, their excitement palpable as they imagined how the gathering would go. Meanwhile, Suresh continued working under Brinda's watchful eye, while inwardly bracing himself for what more the future might bring.