Crawl over to the table and get me a belt. I stand before this next lady and offer her the belt. As I do this I am begging her to use the belt on my a...s. This time I look towards the woman. My head is bowed, looking at her feet. But I do not glance over to my wife who is sitting a couple feet to my side. This lady asked me why I deserve to be punished. I tried to come up with some things and it hurt to tell this total stranger why I felt I should be punished. Are you through she asked. Yes. She was also very pretty, tall and voluptuous with wide hips and big legs and a 38D bust line. Our relationship had grown from curiosity and instruction from part 1 to now several years of pure lust and satisfaction, meeting on an irregular basis, always at her home while “Uncle P” was working. I originally thought it would be a “one day stand” but it awakened a missing part of her life and certainly fulfilled part of mine. At this time I was done with college and working and she had retired. ’ Amar’s friends said. ‘Namaste.’ Mansi said and went to the bathroom to freshen up. When she got out, Amar was standing there. ‘How about some chai?’ he said. ‘Okay.’ ‘And some of your famous onion pakoras.’ ‘Amar, onions are…’ ‘Yes, I know, they are very expensive. But you can’t put a price on the pleasure of friends.’ he said and went back to his intellectual conference. For the next couple of hours, Mansi slaved in the hot kitchen, frying pakoras for her husband and his friends. She hoped. I heard the front door slam shut from in my bedroom, that mean that the man that had been here had left, he'd been pretty quick, no nonsense and I hadn't even seen him as he came in and left. As soon as I heard that door slam shut, I hurried over to my mum's bedroom to talk to her about this latest encounter. She lay back on her huge double bed, my still gorgeous in her 40s mother, looking flustered and tired. Her make up was smudged and her dark curly hair was a complete mess but to me this.