Slumdog Kuttiyan (Classic ENF + Indian Erotica)

[EddieDavidson]

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"Kya mamla hai?" I asked my father what’s going on. My mom was already panicking because she could tell from my tone something serious had happened.

“I caught these three Thagniyan (swindlers) trying to rob us!” my father shook the bamboo pole menacingly at the girls. He was too far away to hit them with it. They were not intimidated of him because he was clearly struggling to get up.

They cautiously waited in only their panties, but as soon as they saw me they raised their hands to cover their small peach sized bosoms.

I ran to provide aid to my father, but he refused it and passed me the bamboo rod and said to keep an eye on them. Even as he lay in the muddy alleyway while nursing his leg, my father intimidated the sisters far more than I did.

This is because I am a very passive, young man. I probably looked silly holding the bamboo rod.

My father did not seem confident in my ability to stop the girls if they ran away. He said nothing, but his eyes said everything when he asked how I stood with the lathi.

“What has happened?” I asked again. We usually speak in a dialect of Hindi, so I am paraphrasing in Americanized English that may leave out some nuance. I also let my father know of my concern for his injury, but he is not the kind to take sympathy and dismissed my concern with a quiet shrug.

My father is a perfect match for my mother. They are both strong and stubborn. He is silent and brooding like a plow horse that gets to work each day without complaint because it knows only hard work.

My mother is a much more complex paradox. She can be loud and as abrasive as a storm, and she can be as sweet and charming as a sunny day all in the span of ten minutes.

Right now, she had no idea what was going on because she was covered in milk and I had left her at the back door to the storeroom of our stall. The Kapoor sisters continued to quietly chuckle at her condition, but she expected that behavior from them.

All was revealed, when my father explained that the boys who were stealing our things dropped them, and that was what caused the loud bang. “Everything fell from their cart!”

“Are you alright, Meri Jaan?” My mother addressed my father with deep affection as she searched frantically for some cloth or rag. We have only a reservoir from a well in the alley, and she could not simply turn on a faucet or sink to wash her face.

“I would ask the same, what has happened to you? You are covered in ..I am afraid to say what it looks like…” My father almost laughed and if it were under happier circumstances, he probably would have been amused by the sight of her this way. I have to admit that despite the taboo of it being my own mother, it was strangely arousing to see any woman’s face covered in white glaze.

“It is NOT cum,” my mother glowered at him when my father suggested that she may be covered in semen. That was definitely what it looked like, but I would never have dared to say that, and my father stopped short of doing so for fear of offending her.

That’s when the three Kapoor sisters began to giggle much louder, and chuckle at my mother for being covered in creamy milk. Latee (Latika) is the one that I liked the most of the three, even though she’d never give me any attention and flirt with me like she did most guys my age.

Latee scathingly said “It looks like the old Cow got covered in goat cum!! Did the Auntie Seetha finally jerk off one too many goats to make them happy?”

I never minded the Kapoor girls snide jokes and lazy work ethic until that moment. I did not want to beat them with the bamboo rod that I was holding. I became angry and offended that they dared to ridicule my mother, considering what they had just done.

I couldn’t believe how cruel Latee was. I had never heard Latee speak so disrespectfully to my mother or anyone, before that. It did not surprise my mother because she said they were Kutiyan (bitches) many times before this happened.

I thought it was just angry words, possibly even jealousy. My mother was quite striking in her time, and I felt like their youth may have blinded her to give the girls a fair chance.

I could see that I was wrong, and my mother was correct about their true nature.

“I am not YOUR Auntie! Latee! Not anymore!” My mom became furious and stomped around in the mud to find something to wipe her face with. I stood nervously holding the bamboo rod, but I was afraid to use it on the girls. I had never hit anyone, much less a girl.

“We didn’t steal from you! Our boyfriends tried to steal from you, but as you see all of your stuff is still here!” Anushka insisted defensively as if she was innocent of any wrongdoing. It took some gall to do that.

I did not fully believe this. My father said their boyfriends got away with some of our things. I felt Anushka was lying to make it seem as though we were the ones who were overreacting. My mother had also correctly said that Anushka was manipulative and treacherous, but I did not see this until today.

Anushka is the sister with wavy black hair and thicker eyebrows than her sisters.

“They damaged our things when I caught them and took off with several boxes! You would have stolen from us if I hadn’t caught you,” my father shouted at them from the mud. He nursed his sore leg and added, “The boys that were with them threw a box at me and hurt my leg! I will be fine, but it really hurts and knocked the wind out of me.”

“That’s on them, we didn’t do anything!” Pammi (Parminder) insisted. She’s stuck up, and kind of an airhead. “Your husband made us strip to our panties so he could see our boobs!”

Pammi covered her tiny boobs with her hands and blushed. She glared at me as if I were stealing something from her. I tried to politely avert my eyes but it was difficult given the circumstances.

“I didn’t want you to run and I couldn’t chase you! I mean to hold you until one of my sons can summon the constable! You can tell them you are innocent!” My father shot back.

The girls immediately pouted and began to whine about it. “You can’t hold us outside in just panties! It is illegal to walk around like this!”

“It’s actually not illegal at all,” Tharki came out of the back door holding a white towel for my mother. He pulled out his camera and took a snapshot of the girls while explaining that in the old days they used to walk thieves naked through the marketplace and give them street justice by humiliating them. “It’s a Dharavi tradition!”

“Stop taking pictures of us! You have no right!” Latee cupped her tits and pouted as my mother cleaned herself up and got her first good look at the mess the girls made.

“Maybe you can press charges against Tharki for taking pictures of you when the constable comes?” My mother suggested in a mockingly sweet voice. She added “You can tell them we took all your clothes after you robbed us and see if they arrest us!”

“We aren’t as naked as you! You hairy beast,” Anushka indicated her panties were on and she kept her hands over her boobs.

My mom’s outfit was soaked with milk and see through. “Not yet! Take those panties off right now!” she insisted as she began to remove her own ruined Saree right out in the alley. My mother never changed in front of me before.

“Pshaw, let’s go girls! This old Kuttiya has gone crazy! She thinks she can boss us around! They can’t hold us here, and we aren’t going to wait for the constable,” Anushka started to turn toward me and head down the alley.

“Yah, you can get naked by yourself! In front of Tharki and Pissant Prakash!” Latee said as she started to walk past me.

That was mean and hurt my feelings. The girls had never called me a name to my face before.

“Tell me about that street justice, Tharki? Do you still have contact with Malik?” my mother asked as she stood completely naked in front of Tharki in the back alley.

He is normally not at a loss for words and despite being caught off guard by the sight of my mother’s naked body, he knew just what to say. “Malik and I go way back. We know exactly where the Kapoor sisters live. I am sure Malik can use three new beggar whores, and he could put her dear mother to work as well to pay off the debt for all the damage.”

“What damage?” Pammi turned on her heel and yelled at Tharki.

“Look at all the merchandise you threw on the ground. I don’t see any of my precious art here, but some of it is irreplaceable and priceless. If it were damaged in the mud…”

“We didn’t steal any of your disgusting pornography!” Anushka yelled at him angrily. “Nobody wants it! Some of the pictures you drew look like they are of our faces!”

Tharki snapped another picture of the girls. This time of their butts as they were walking away.

“Sure, take another picture of us to masturbate to at night!” Pammi made a rude gesture.

“This one’s for Malik to show his men. I doubt you could leave the city and disappear before he finds you,” Tharki’s threat sounded quite convincing. “Your poor mother. She’ll be here to pay the debt all on her own.”

“You would not do that to us! We’ll take our chances with the constable,” Anushka did an about face and waited. “Call them then. They won’t go this far in the chawls and what are they going to do? Arrest us for being present when you were robbed?”

“Do what, love?” Madhukar joined us carrying a cricket bat. “I see you found all my precious leather gear and thought you’d nick it, did you?”

The girls narrowed their eyes angrily at him and remembered to cover their breasts again. They were embarrassed and caught red-handed. They were angry they had no excuses for their behavior and they were angry we were getting to look at their bare boobs.

There was nothing they could do to change either of those things and that frustrated them very much.

“We were deciding whether to turn them over to Malik and let him straighten the girls out, or call the constable.”

“I’d say bend them over, and let me put this cricket bat to work. Tear their asses up and make them clean up the mess they made for a starter!”

Cricket is in every Indian man’s blood, but even more intensely for Mad Max. If a mosquito were to bite him, it would taste pure Indian Premier League (IPL) running through his veins.

“You wouldn’t dare spank us!” Latee insisted. She was clearly mortified at the possibility of being spanked or made to face any consequence for what she and her friends had tried to do.

“Oh love, there are many things I wouldn’t dare. I would definitely dare give you what your mum and dad should have given you a long time ago!”

“Our father ran off!” Pammi shouted as if we should feel sorry for her.

“My father raised me, and he was a proper bastard. Not much of an excuse for stealing, innit? I wouldn’t blame him for runnin off though, You slags are tedious,” Madhukar swung his cricket bat lazily. “If I ever run into the chap that donated semen to make you three, I’ll give him the same thing you’ll be getting! He should have wrapped his pecker up and pulled out.”

The three sisters feigned outrage, and they could see they weren’t going to talk their way out of this.

The girls were about to bolt, when my mother came barrelling toward them like a bull. Her bare tits bounced as she ran headlong toward them and tackled them.

The girls tried in vain to pull her nipples, slap her face and yank my mother’s hair. She sat on Latee’s face with her bare ass and held the other girls down in the mud and they surrendered quickly.

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It was surprisingly sexually exciting to observe my mother absorb any pinch, pull, slap or kick they threw at her. My dick secretly throbbed as I watched my mother powerfully work them over and dominate the snotty girls with ruthless efficiency. Anushka was brutal to my mother’s left tit, and squeezed and pulled it viciously.

My mother had endured great pain but she had a lot of stamina and will, and powered through it. She made them each pay in slaps, titty twists, and hair pulling for each time they defied her. Even three of them, could not overcome my mother’s raw brutality.

Mud wrestling should have been abhorrent violence, but I was nearly ready to cum by the time it was done and wanted to see more of the thrilling competition. The way they tore each other’s clothes off and acted without modesty was primal and erotic in a way that I could not easily describe to you.

My mother was victorious against all three of them. She effectively dominated the girls and put them in their place. They had no more will to fight, at least for now. They knew she would do it again.

I could imagine men paying money to watch something like this for sport. I wanted very much to go masturbate myself to get rid of my uncomfortable boner.

“We didn’t actually run away! Mad Max threatened to spank us! What else can we do!”

“You’d be lucky if that’s all that happens after this! We fed you and took you into our house! We let you do your job poorly and we always paid you even when we made nothing. Now, you turn on us! That’s a betrayal,” my mom continued to hold them.

“Get your filthy, sweaty Marathi ass off of my face, you fat whore!” Latee insisted angrily. “You pay us next to nothing because you think we are nothing. We don’t have a stall. We don’t have a father,” she sounded angry and challenged my mother. “It’s not personal! We needed money and you have it easy! You have a stall to make more money!”

“You have everything,” Pammi agreed as the girls tried to squirm away from my mother. “All we have is our self-respect, dignity and a pair of panties!”

“You don’t deserve any of those things,” my mom insisted that they fully strip.

“Absolutely not,” Anushka wasn’t going to budge on that. “You may have no modesty! We are not undressing in front of all these men!”

“I have modesty,” my mom explained very somberly as she stood up and allowed the girls to get up, too. “I have never undressed in front of my neighbors and son. I did what I had to do because I was covered in milk and I was worried. I need to get my husband medical attention.”

“I’ll be fine,” my dad stood up. He was limping but not bleeding. He shook his leg and said that he will have a nasty bruise but he was going to be fine.

“You see? We did not throw the box and your husband was only lightly hurt. We can pick up the boxes and put it back the way it was. We wont try to rob you again.”

“You three are little lying Chinal,” my mother said. The girls gasped over the insult but my mom dismissed it and said they were feigning offense. “You know you are sluts. You said those boys that robbed us were your boyfriends? You’ll take us to them. We’ll get back what is ours and turn them over to Malik. He can find work for them. Just as he can find new work for you. We have none for you here.”

“Why would we take you to them if you are just going to turn us over to Malik? You aren’t very bright,” Latee sneered.

“Yeah, if food were brains, no, if your fat was intelligence, then you’d be really smart, but, no, I mean, if you did more reading and less eating, maybe you wouldn’t be such a pudgy whale and you’d know we aren’t going to do what you tell us…” Pammi sounded cute as she struggled to make sense.

My mother didn’t find it adorable at all – but she never did when the girls tried to talk to her.

“You see, that is where you are wrong, Pammi,” My mom replied politely. When Pammi started to reply with something snarky, my mom reached out with her hand and grabbed Pammi by the throat. She ripped off the flimsy white panties that Pammi was wearing, revealing her cute ass and pussy hair.

“HEY!! Why did you do that?”

“You were too slow taking them off!” my mom replied softly and continued to hold her by the throat. She merely glanced at the other two sisters. Anushka and Latee were reluctant but both put their thumbs in the side of their panties and rolled them down.

Anushka had the thickest of all the bushes of pubic hair. “Okay, you saw what we have and made us naked in front of your husband and even Prakash got a free show. We’ll clean up the mess we made. We have no money for damages. If you fire us, we can never pay you.”

Anushka had a slick tongue, and what she said made sense to me. I was willing to let the matter drop, but none of this was up to me.

“That’s a fair point,” my mother decided to agree with Anushka. She let go of Pammi’s neck. “You are hired back.”

I was shocked! But not as shocked as the sisters and my father were.

“Mera Pyaar?” My father was confused and expected an explanation. “We can’t trust them and I am not paying them.”

My mother had a stipulation, though.

“They will work naked!” my mom insisted. She was sweating and muddy after her bout with them and hadn’t put on any clothes herself.

“You have to be taking drugs,” Pammi said. “We can’t run around here naked! What will people say?”

“There goes those three Chinal. I better not trust them or they will rob me as well,” Tharki mused to himself.

“We’ll be arrested for indecency!” the girls insisted.

My mom counter argued “You’ll be arrested for theft!” and added that was IF Malik didn’t get them first.
“Technically, public nudity might be illegal in the better parts of the city, but do you think the constables are going to march this deep into Dharavi because your little asses are hanging out?” Tharki insisted that while nudity was frowned upon the constables would probably laugh.

“People won’t stand for it!” Anushka insisted.

“People will mind their own business and if they ask, we’ll tell them what you did to be put into this position. I can’t trust you not to stick an orange down your pants or in your pockets!” Mom added pragmatically.

“Are you going to choke us every time we don’t jump when you say to jump?” Latee clearly intended to resist my mother.

“We are a pet obedience school. We’ll train you like the Kutiyan that you are to behave yourselves. As of right now, you have no panties, no dignity and no self-respect. You gave that away when you tried to rob hard working people and disrespected us. You can earn it back as pay.”

The girls were incensed. They doubted very much that my mother meant her promise.

“Work for free?” Latee laughed derisively. She and the other girls had strategically cupped their nudity with their hands and were hiding their boobs and pubes from me, while having to let their butt cracks hang in the wind.

“It’s not fair to make these girls work for free,” Tharki spoke up. He had been admiring my mother’s exaggerated ass, and I assumed he had zoned out completely.

My mother looked at him with confusion over his sudden merciful tone. Tharki was simply joking. “Veshyas don’t work for free,” he said coldly, mocking the girls by calling them streetwalking whores.

The Kapoor sisters were outraged that he would say such a thing about them.

“Puppies like these Kutiyan shall be paid just enough to cover the tuition for the education you will provide them. If that’s still not enough to cover their tuition, consider Tharki Uncle their benefactor and I shall make up the difference but they’ll need to do a favor for me.”

The girls frowned angrily and were ready to revolt. They knew what kind of dirty and perverted favors those probably were.

“No, If It was your virtue I wanted, that is gone like your dignity. I have no interest in forcing you to have sex with me and a bunch of other men. Why should I take what you so freely give to the unworthy and unwashed?”

Their faces fell with shame because that much was true. They had a reputation for being promiscuous and Tharki’s insult bit them deeply.

“That’s something Malik will do if he decides to employ you. You would shake balls and cocks, not goat teats and dhak dhak canisters,” he promised. “As long as you are attending obedience school at the Sarama Prasanna Dugdhalaya & Hosiery and getting good marks, I’ll ensure he doesn’t put you or your mother to work.”

The girls didn’t fully trust his promise. They shifted their weight and crossed their arms over their bare breasts and derisively stuck their nose up in the air.

In some sense, I could not blame them for having a doubt. Tharki has told me some unbelievable tales over the years, but I definitely believed he went way back with the gangster that ran our neighborhood. He’d told me that he had a special relationship with Malik many times before today.

I did not know how Tharki could keep his promise if these pretty girls caught Malik’s eye some sunny day.

“My days of being a Bhadwa are long over,” he looked around at the small building we shared with him and sighed. “I was once a very mean man. Much more brutal than Malik was before I turned over the business to my son.”

It was not lost on me that Tharki said that Malik was his son, but no one else seemed to notice or interrupt him.

Tharki Uncle continued “I have all that I need now. All I want, is that you will model for me as my puppies now and then.”

“Actual puppies? Crawl around and bark?” Anushka scrunched her nose up and insisted that he was crazy. She looked like she might be considering making a break for it and leaving her sisters behind.

“You can start with the Murga position,” my mother didn’t answer their question. She grabbed the Lathi from me and swung it in the air but the girls chuckled because they believed my mother was trying to scare them.

Seetha did not debate or warn them again. She smacked Anushka behind the knee with the Lathi hard enough that the girl felt it but not sufficient to bruise.

“Ae, we will do as you request,” Anushka was the first to adopt the position. She was no stranger to it in English school where we both attend. She was quite reluctant because she had never done it completely naked in front of anyone though.

“It is not a request, Kutiyan! Badon se zubaan nahin ladate!”

My mother has said this phrase to me and my little brother since we were little boys but never to these girls until today. It means basically do not fight with your tongues. In English, this would translate to do not disobey your elders.

I cringe every time I hear it from my mother, because it usually follows with a pinch to the bottom or the ears from her to get our attention.

Anushka appeared at first inclined to respond with something rude, but thought better of the idea when my mother came near while wielding the Lathi. All it took was my mother’s bare breasts bouncing from one powerful stomp in her direction.

The Murga position is a disciplinary position we learn in school.

“I am sure our instructors have taught you Murga,” my mom insisted that they bend over, stick their heads through their legs and pull down on their earlobes while pinching them.

The Murga is sometimes used in Yoga, but mostly I have seen it used by constables when they do not have handcuffs or in schools when someone has spoken out of turn. The idea is rather than strike the student on the buttocks with a cane, it is more humane to allow their peers shame on them to be a sufficient consequence that they will not misbehave again.

In Hindi, it is also called the Rooster position, but I’ve never known why.

“Naked?” Pammi insisted that was immodest and she wasn’t going to do it. “This is humiliating!”

“Good, a little humiliation is what you need, right now. You should be embarrassed that you stole from us, but you don’t seem to be.”

“We ARE embarrassed!” Anushka insisted angrily that my mother could stop and let them return to wearing clothes.

“You are embarrassed you got caught. You are embarrassed you look silly standing in a Murga pose. You’ll look silly with this Lathi inserted in your anus, Pammi. Bend over, asses up, knees down, Murga position! Abhi!” My mother insisted.

The girls were reluctant, and unwilling at first, but my mother’s stomp and her insistence that she would revisit upon them new pain if they did not do it was enough to convince them to squat.

“Today itself!” my mother demanded. Her brows narrowed angrily the way she does with me and my brother when we do not want to do our chores.

At first, the sisters only stood partially in the Murga position, but my mother wanted them to only squat down and grab their earlobes.

“Just like in school days, you will perform a proper Murga!” My mom insisted.

The girls didn’t want to do it, and my mom insisted they modify the position to make it even more difficult to hold. “But we are naked!”

“This is not my problem! You are the ones who stole from us, and you wrestled like pigs in the mud. Now, you will stand the Murga or I will sit upon your faces!”

“We are covered in mud, Auntie!” Anushka begged for consideration.

Mad Max took a bucket of water he intended for my mother to wash her face with and threw it upon the girls and washed away some of their mud. They were shocked at his audacity but it was an effective reminded that they were not going anywhere.

“You will never cleanse your reputation with merely water, Asanskari!” my mother called them petty thieves and instructed me to collect their clothing from the mud.

My mother was not joking around with them. She made it obvious that this was serious. Despite my desire to giggle at the absurdity of it, they complied with great reluctance. They silently complied with a head wobble that signifies acceptance - Mundi Matkana

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“Why must we be degraded this way? We can be helping you to put back the damage,” Latee tried to convince my mother that she was willing to help if my mother would show mercy.

“There will be redressal!” my mother promised. She used a phrase “Bharpai karna” which means there would be restitution.

“Fine, let us dress and we will work without pay until everything is back as it was,” Latee agreed to theek karna (To make it right). Her sisters glowered at her when she said they would work without pay.

“We cannot do this! We are the only means of support for our dear mother,” Pammi frowned like a pitiful beggar. “We will make it right, and polish and clean but we cannot take a cut in our meager wage!”

“Can you spend time in the Police Chowky?” My mother threatened them with jail and reminded them what they did was a crime. “Your dear mum will surely starve then, would she not?”

“Call the constable then. They do not have time for a petty crime and we will say we did not know the thieves!” Latee’s face turned furious and all trace of the meek apology she was giving was an obvious façade that faded when she did not get her way.

“I have a better idea. You will be paid,” my mom’s face was not filled with benevolence and generosity when she said this. “You will earn your keep. I will summon the (Mahila Panchayat) council of aunties, and they will decide what is best at a (Nari Adalat) street justice court. Until then, I want you to bend over and do a proper Murga until they arrive.”

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“Your son is watching… stop keeping us naked in public like this!” the three of them complained about the humiliation.

“What’s so special about his eyes? Everyone’s eyes are the same.”

My mother was not thinking about my presence, until the girls complained. I felt guilty because I could see their anuses and pussy lips from where I stood.

“Modesty is the last of your concerns now!”

My mother sent me to summon the Auntie network to judge the girls for what they did and decide their fate. “Prakash!” my mother commanded my attention while I was lost visually exploring between their thighs. “Go tell the Chugli Aunty what has happened and tell her we must meet, return at once. Do not dally!”

Much like Tharki means pervert but if anyone around our chawl were to say Tharki they are usually referring to our landlord. Chugli Aunty means gossip and I knew this was the stall of Kumuda Aunty. It was not far, but I was disappointed because I assumed my mother did not actually want my eyes feasting upon the Kapoor sisters.

I ran as fast as I could, with Chandu calling out to ask what had happened. Chugli Aunty was amused by my story and said to bring the girls to her shop in one hour and she would assemble all the council. You can not get a message across Dharavi any faster than to tell Chugli Aunty it is a secret.

“But they are naked, Chugli Aunty,” I reminded her. I was still out of breath.

“What did you call me, Prakash?” she asked coyly.

I apologized and said that they were naked.

“Then that is how they shall be judged. Now, go and tell your mum that I send my love. It is not a far distance for them, and if your mum decides they may have modesty then so be it. I would grant them none. Your mother is right to treat them without need for modesty.”

“As you say, Auntie,” I bobbled my head in agreement.

“The Kapoor sisters have always been snotty brats. In my time, when I was your age the untouchable women were told it was a privilege to wear clothes. They had to keep a bowl for their drool, and wear bells so that a proper person would know that the untouchable was coming. They were made to strap a broom to their ass to sweep away their filth as they walked so that no one else would step where they stepped. Now go, and use the rod if you must to bring them here.”

I returned to tell my mother. I was shocked to see that my father was running the shop and Chandu was nowhere to be seen when I returned. My dad told me they were behind the stall in the alleyway.

I dashed inside, still breathless from the run. I was sweaty and hot but not as sweaty as the Kapoor sisters. The three of them were still nude, and now they were made to clean up their mess.

Chandu sat watching like a monkey on a perch with a bamboo rod. My mother had cleaned up and wore her saree loose. Mad Max and Tharki were also there when I returned to tell the news of what we must do.

“I wanted them to come here, Prakash. It is like Chugli Auntie to make us come to her,” She scoffed. “Alright, you may stop for now,” my mother clapped her hands, and the girls immediately ceased their silent labor.
“If Chugli Aunty wants a Nangi Parade, then we’ll give her one,” my mother laughed with a confident and assertive chuckle. “Take a rod, and come with me,” my mother told me and Chandu to escort her to bring the girls to street justice.

“You can’t be serious. You want us to walk in the nude across the chawl? We will be the laughingstock, Aunty!”

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I noticed red marks from the bamboo rods on their thighs and buttocks as the girls worked under my mother and Chandu’s watchful eye. They were still soaking wet and had not been given a chance to even wash themselves.

“I am not your Aunty any longer. I am your trainer and Lady Boss (Malkin). You were treated as family, but you have squandered that love for you. Now, you are Kutiyan. That is all you ever were. We train dog bitches here. You should be laughed at because you have earned it. I did not ask you to walk!”

My mother bent over at the waist; Seetha’s big butt cheeks were visible through the thinness of the material of her saree. She had not fully dressed after the wrestling match with the Kapoor sisters. She picked up some dog collars and told me to attach them to their necks.

“No one will stand for this,” Pammi said as I locked it around her neck securely and handed the leash to my mother.

“You are wrong about that, Pammi,” my mother insisted as I locked the collars on the others and gave her the leash.

“So, we just walk through the chawl this way?” Leeta asked sarcastically as she sarcastically pretended to be a puppy dog and put her hands in front of her like a begging dog would their paws.

“No, that would be absurd,” my mother said that Kutiyan do not walk. “They crawl.”

My mother jerked the girls forward and had to manage them roughly. She did not need a rod. The slap of her hand on their bare asses was enough to get them managed. “You want to protect your modesty? Keep your tiny tits pressed to the dirt, and your hairy pussies toward the ground. Then only your buttocks will be seen by all.”

The girls weren’t pleased but they placed their palms in the mud and crawled upon their knees reluctantly.

“Don’t just stand there, Chandu and Prakash! Help your mother! I cannot do this alone. Let us do the needful. You must watch the girls behavior, not their buttocks and boobs.”

I blushed but Chandu smirked “Why not both?”

[EddieDavidson]

Tharki Uncle is my alter-ego, if I were lucky enough to be born in India.