Sahithi's Adventures

Part 2 : Chapter 2 – The First Pain

Lalitha looked around in amazement as she entered the mansion; it was simply an out of the world experience for her as she had never even stepped inside the house of the town’s richest man, let alone stepped foot inside a palatial building. The teenager – she was only 18 years old but was considered too old for marriage – was enamoured with what she saw. She had never seen such wealth in her life and for the first time she felt that the bargain was not so bad after all. “If I can live in such a building, it’s worth the trouble.” She thought. “The others can go kill themselves for all I care!” The room she was supposed to be in was five times bigger than the room in her house.

“This is the wardrobe you are supposed to use. Wear only the clothes in this wardrobe, nothing else!” As if I had a choice! Thought Lalitha as she nodded her head. She followed the maid around the room as she was shown everything, finally ending the tour with the bathroom. “This is the first and final time I will show things to you in this room.” The maid informed her. “I will come for you only when you are summoned.” She stared at the young woman till she nodded her head. “Now, let me show you the part of the house you are supposed to move in.” Lalitha followed the maid as she explained the rules and regulations in the house as she took her on a tour of the mansion which was too long and too big for a single person to cover.

“How do you manage to maintain this palace so well?” she asked as she tried to take in the breathtaking sculptures and the exquisite style of the corridors, rooms, roof etc. “The building is divided into four parts – the Main Wing, Guests Wing, the Party Wing and the Family Wing. Each wing has 250 servants who take care of that wing.” Lalitha gasped in shock at the size of the staff on the rolls – employing 1000 servants for maintenance alone was not a joke. “That is not counting the 250 servants taking care of the gardens and the 100,000 strong security forces.” Lalitha felt she would faint at the huge numbers – escape was indeed impossible from a man who could employ such vast people and still be able to do favours to keep anyone from stopping his vehicles. It was mind-boggling.

She was dead tired by the time she returned to her room; her legs refused to move but she had to force herself into the bathroom. As she stepped into the large bathtub filling it with warm water, she couldn’t help but wonder at the wealth on display. A man who could afford to give a huge bathtub to his workers wouldn’t have to worry about a revolt from his staff; who would want to leave a job that gave you such luxuries? She closed her eyes, savouring the soothing feeling of the warm water on her skin, removing the tiredness from her bones.

She suddenly shook awake in bewilderment as someone woke her up rudely. It took her sometime to orient her scrambled mind, remembering where she was. “When did I fall asleep?” she felt stupid as she asked the question. “How long have I been asleep?”

“One hour. Now get up.” The maid pulled her out of the tub, shepherding her into the room, blissfully unmindful that Lalitha was stark naked. Perhaps she didn’t care. Lalitha shivered as a cool breeze hit her body from the open door that gave a spectacular view of the room to anyone in the area. She was grateful that there was no male in the vicinity or he would have had a wonderful show to remember.

“The door.” She said nervously. The maid didn’t even bother answering her as she pushed the underskirt over the girl’s head, tying the strings of the garment holding it in place near the waist. Lalitha was too shocked to even protest at the audacity of the maid as the latter put the long skirt over the underskirt next. The young woman was still open mouthed with amazement as the maid pulled her hands into the silk blouse, securing the hooks on the front, pushing her small but perk b*****s inside. She then draped the voni in place and then deftly combed her hair, securing it near the head with a crocodile head clip. Before she could understand what was happening, she was ushered into the presence of Lokesh – her ‘Master’ as the maid called him.

The ‘master’ was sitting on a golden throne, the ten gold rings on his hands sending in bright slashes of light as they tapped impatiently on the hand-rest of the throne. Dressed in the traditional royal attire, he looked like a king about to dispense justice for a heinous crime. Gone was the seductive smile of a Casanova, replaced instead with the evil grin of a devil who enjoyed inflicting pain. She shivered at the thought of what he might do to her, her nervousness amusing him. Her heart beat increased, reflecting her terror when the maid exited the room, closing the door behind her, leaving her alone in the room with him.

“You were supposed to be here half an hour ago.” He stated coldly, sending shivers down her spine. She didn’t know why, but she was frightened of this man.

“I-I-I f-f-fell asleep.” She stammered nervously. He gave a look that made her squirm.

“So you fall asleep on the very first day of your service!” he sneered. “Do you even have any idea how much trouble you caused your fellow workers?” there was a cold steel in his voice that shook her to the core. “They had to stop their duties to come and wake you up like a princess!” he tapped the armrest of the throne he was sitting on. “You need to learn your lesson the hard way.” He looked at her as if trying to decide her punishment. “I had thought of teaching you your first lesson, but it seems to me that you need some discipline first.” He took a deep breath as if pained at the prospect of having to punish her. “Come here!” he commanded.

She dared not disobey as she staggered to the throne, standing close to him. He let her shiver for some time before pulling her suddenly and placing her over his knees. Her face turned bright red as she realised what he was going to do. He removed the rings from his hand, placing them in a secret compartment of the throne while the gap lulled Lalitha into a false sense of security. She was unprepared as the first hard slap descended on her, setting her bottom on fire.

SMACK!

She cried out loudly at the sudden impact of his hand hard on the soft bottom, sending the sensation of fire and pain to her mind.

SMACK!

Tears rolled from her eyes at the sting of pain and humiliation at being spanked like a child. The agony seemed to increase with each hit to her behind as she jerked up every time she was hit, her response an instinctive mechanism of her body trying to adapt to the waves of pain. It continued till she stopped jerking and howling, completely exhausted.

“Did no one discipline you before?” he asked as he helped her stand in front of him watching her hands fly behind her, rubbing her a** in a vain attempt to stop the burning. She shook her tear-streaked face in the negative. “That is why you couldn’t take even the normal 15 mandatory hits.” Her eyes flew wide in shock at the word ‘mandatory’. “I had to stop myself at 10.” He said as if he had done her a huge favour. “Turn around!” she complied with his order immediately, afraid he would beat her more if she didn’t. “Remove your hands and fold them in front of you.” She did as she was told. “Time to see something.”

Her heart now in her mouth, she waited for his next move and shivered involuntarily as cool air hit her thighs and her b******s, making her realise that he had lifted the bottom part of her dress, exposing her a*s cheeks that had turned tomato red at the mauling they had received a few minutes before. She winced as he placed a hand on the most sensitive part of her body at that moment, the involuntary jerk showing the pain still existed.

He took some butter that was always in a container placed near his right hand and applied it gently to the sore part. Relief flooded her mind as the pain was reduced but not completely. Once he had finished, he stared at his handiwork. “Interesting!” he said. “Now, time to cool down. Hold this up like this and turn around,” he commanded.

Her eyes were red with crying and her face was marked by the streams of tears that had flown from her eyes. “Will you be late again?” she shook her head no. “Don’t you have a tongue!” his voice had a tinge of steel in it. “No sir.” She replied hastily. “I won’t be late again.” she didn’t want to beaten again. Good. Remember, I hate to wait for anyone or anything. Understand?”

“Yes sir.” He pointed to a wall in the room. “Go to that wall and stand there till I call you. And keep it exposed.” He added, making her blush in shame. She nevertheless complied with his order, waiting for her release.

“Oh, that’s horrible!” Sahithi said. “What happened next? Did he release you?”

“He did nothing.”

“What! But why?” Sahithi was confused. “How long did you stand like that?” Lalitha took a deep breath to calm her jangling nerves. The memory had shaken her to the core again. It was not something she would forget in a hurry. She drank a tumbler full of water, trying to compose herself. There was a knock on the door which gave her a welcome distraction. “Who is it?”