About the afterlife 8211 A spanking story
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Even though this was the first time I remembered someone had touched my navel but it was not the first time I had exposed my navel to someone. I have worn saree many times before and I am pretty sure that I was careless enough to expose my navel to many people. I never felt this tingling sensation before in my life when someone touched my navel.
I recalled my cousin’s wedding last year where I wore a gagra choli and transparent dupatta the entire day throughout the function and I have never felt so vulnerable. Maybe because I never really understood the potential of pleasure that my navel could bring forth. I suddenly remembered that the cleaner was not the first guy who had touched my belly button.
It was my uncle who had stayed with us last year whom I considered a very great man, had touched my stomach just about every day for no apparent reason. He had stayed with my family for 3 weeks and had been very friendly with me during his stay. I always respected him and did not find it suspicious when he put an arm around me and spoke as a friend to me on topics that interested me. Slowly he had lowered his arm from my neck to shoulders and in some days directly put his arms around my waist whenever he was around me. I never thought it was wrong as he was in his early forties and married with 2 kids.
Whenever I went to his room to call him for dinner or cleaned his room. He had ensured that he came near me and while speaking his arms automatically wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to his body. He had brainwashed me to accept that holding me was his way of showing his dearness towards me. Before it was over my salwar or T-shirt. It was the day when we were lying on the bed and watching a movie on his laptop. I was lying down on my side and he was sitting behind me. Of course, in few minutes his hand was on my waist on top of my T-shirt.
I never really cared as I was engrossed in the movie. The movie was not erotic as such but a thriller. He had moved his hand from my hip and moved considerably down towards my navel. I realized in some time that his hand was now resting on my navel on top of my T-shirt. I had worn shorts below. He told me to increase the volume on the laptop and I had to stretch to reach the volume key and uncle removed his hand from my navel. I again got back to my position. This time I felt ice when he touched my waist as I realized that when I stretched my top was lifted up. His hand was on my bare waist.
I told my uncle that his hands were cold but did not tell him to remove it. It was not erotic for me at least. Hearing this he placed his entire palm on my waist and made me jump. He told me that he will pinch me or tickle me if I jump. Both these options were too much for me so I said I will not jump anymore. He slid his hands inside my T-shirt and lifted it. I told him that I was very ticklish around my navel. He promised that he will only keep his hands on my stomach as it was very warm and wont tickle me. I agreed reluctantly. Taking that opportunity, I remember he had made me sit up and lift my T-shirt high up revealing my entire navel. He ran his hand and caressed my navel. His fingers playing with my belly button till the movie ended. He had touched every inch of my navel.
He had become very bold after that. He used to come to my room at night without even knocking. He used to sit and talk to me. He used to make me lie down on my back and sit very close to me. Automatically after few minutes without even me realizing his hand would be on my hand and then slowly on my navel again. After the movie episode he was bold enough to also pull up my T-shirt and slowly massage my navel. I mean he used to pull up the T-shirt so high just below my breasts. He used to slowly run his fingers and make me feel good but never horny. I never resisted it. I still remember the last day before he left.
We had to fit 8 people in a car after a family function and I was asked to sit on my uncles lap in the backseat. It was a 2-hour drive and it was late at night too. I wore a Gaghra Choli and my entire stomach was only covered by a dupatta. After the car started, there were already 6 people in the backseat. 3 people sitting on 3 peoples lap and was pretty congested. My uncle already had his hands around my navel. My other cousins were also with me in the back. Since they were all girls sitting behind expect for uncle, I was happy that I was getting better cushion compared to others who were shifting on the laps due to discomfort. Since the driver had opened the window on his side, my dupatta was flying and hitting uncles face and also my cousin sitting near me and I sensed their discomfort.
I then decided to remove it off. It was kinda cold as my blouse was very low cut and loose and it was tied with a string in the back. My uncle was as usual playing my navel. My cousin next to me was in a saree and her entire pallu had fallen off. All the girls were in various stage of undress due to this congested car. No one really bothered to correct their dresses as they wanted to somehow reach home fast. My uncle was loved by everyone and no one really thought of him as a molester. My uncle had run his fingers and slowly tickling me on my back which was putting me to sleep. I was happy that I was on his lap. My uncle was now eyeing my back. It was just a thread and yanked it open. I had no bra. He slowly massaged my back and true he had magic in his fingers. He ran his fingers on my back and belly at will. After some heavy petting I was nearly asleep. I remember my blouse was loose when I was awake. To this day I am undecided if he had inserted his fingers and touched my breasts.
Coming back to today’s incident. Time really moves very slowly when you are excited about something. I lay awake at midnight looking at the clock in my bedroom. My heat was fluttering and a tingling sensation shot up through my leg to my stomach. He had openly touched my navel and surprisingly I liked the feeling of it. This is so wrong. He is just a toilet cleaner. How can I allow him to touch me at all? I hated the fact that I liked the feeling. I never felt this when my uncle had done this.
I thought of other times when I had to expose myself to someone. I recalled 4 months back. It was for the master health checkup. There were many tests to be done as a part of it. It was time consuming activity. I had reached the last test. The chest XRAY. Why do I need a chest XRAY? I did not have any fracture anywhere. Since I paid 4K for the checkup, I thought I might as well do it. I was asked to go to the basement to the XRAY room. I had not taken a chest XRAY from I guess beginning of my birth. I was asked to go inside. A man in lab coat was seated there. I told him master health checkup and gave him the slip. He came and bolted the door from inside. He then went to his computer, typed something and I just stood doing nothing. Without looking at me he asked if I was wearing any metal items. I told him I was wearing necklace, watch, earring. He told me remove everything and lie down under the XRAY machine.
What did he mean by “everything”? I mean metal objects are fine but I remember that I learned XRAYS could pass through clothes in what 9th STD? I assumed that it was just the metals and removed them and put them on the table. I was wearing a shirt and jeans. Also the dress, he told me. I was shocked. I was so shy to question him. I asked him again. Should I remove the shirt? He told me I should remove everything. I wanted to cross verify with other ladies who had taken this XRAY but that would be creating a scene. I stood still unable to move my fingers to remove the buttons. He just stood there and waited. I decided to be bold as this was a medical thingy. I opened the buttons and removed the shirt and went and lied down on that cold table. He looked at me and also the sheet that I had and told me that this is chest XRAY and I should not be even wearing a bra. This was by far the most embarrassing day ever. I was already feeling naked and now I had to show him my breasts too? I reluctantly remove my bra and lay still with him scanning my breasts and navel. If I had known that this involved stripping, I would have opted out of this.
Now i have to silently bear this shame and stay quiet. He came near me and adjusted the machine which was above me. He held my bare shoulder and pulled me slightly up. He then directly went and started unhooking the button on my jeans. I jumped up in protest. He told me that he had to get the entire front side XRAY and this is in procedure. He then pulled down the zip and started pulling down my jeans. That was the worst day in my life. I had to slowly lift my butt so that my jeans could slide past revealing my red panty to some stranger. He pulled it down till my knees. I was lying topless with my pants pulled down on a XRAY table. I prayed for this ordeal to end fast. Wait he was not even finished. He had also plans for the innocent panty I was wearing. He held my waist and started adjusting my butt to in a straight line.
He told me to close my eyes and he will take the first XRAY. The room became dark and he took the first XRAY. He told me to lie down as he wanted to check if the XRAY has come right else he might have to take it again. As soon as he left I immediately wore my jeans and bra and top and promised I will never come to this clinic again. I waited patiently. He came back with another assistant and had a grim expression but even more surprised to see me dressed and ready to leave. He told me that I had shifted a bit and the XRAY did not come correct. Oh No. this is torture. I had to strip again. He scolded me for wasting his time. I again removed my shirt and bra. I unhooked my jeans pulled it down a bit. I lie down again. This time in front of two people. He and his assistant came and analyzed my situation. I was topless in front of two men now.
The assistant was not happy with me wearing jeans at all. The lead guy told him to remove it totally. He was happy to hear and started pulling it out of my legs and out of my body. The assistant also wanted to pull out my panty. The first guy again adjusted my position this time he very boldly kept his hand on my breasts and acted as if this was required. The assistant had this hand on my navel and pressing it now and then. The assistant then touched my panty and discussed the material that was used in making it and then they discussed internally and it was decided that I should not be wearing it too. I was tired. I was angry and I knew I was being taken for a ride. I was too weak to protest. I remember my panty being pulled down my legs. The guys then took quite a while to adjust the XRAY machine. They had touched me everywhere by then. After the XRAY was taken. They told me to not dress up. I just lay there stark naked till one guy came back and told that XRAY was ok. I never felt horny even then.
So many bad memories about people touching me. There was this other time when the cook we had employed had a go at me. We were 3 bachelorettes staying on rent and we were too busy to cook before and after office that we had employed some random guy who charged so less that we recruited him even without thinking. He was a terrible cook but used to be on time every day. He used to come at 7 am even before we were fully awake to prepare breakfast and stayed till 9 in the night after he prepared dinner.
He suddenly became an integral part of our life. He was very professional in his approach at the start. Then after he befriended us by his jokes and all his small talks. Since we were only girls in the house, we were very careless without dressing inside the house. He used to come early morning and start the geyser in the bathroom, make tea and even wake us up. He was all in all in no time. Making the bed after we woke up. Putting our clothes in the washing machines etc. Since we considered him as our family, we became careless without our dressing again. We never minded wearing shorts and spaghetti while he was there. Also panties, one roomie of mine wore panties around him as he was already in the house when she woke in the morning. Even though he did not touch anyone. He slowly started commenting on our bodies. Basically he had seen us in skimpy clothes, most of our asses and cleavage. He was becoming bold every day and now he used to touch us and shake us to wake us up in the morning. Even though I hated him doing that to me, it was needed to wake me up in the morning, so I did not protest. He used to shake my shoulders and hold my waist.
He had this habit of tickling me which does the trick. My other roomies were worst. They were usually in their panties when they sleep. He used to boldly throw away their blanket and act as if he was going to attack them which would make them jump from their bed. In this process I have noticed that he would have grabbed them around their waist, their ass and also pressed their boobs. Since that woke them up they did not protest. I always considered him as a brother and never felt like having sex with him.
But the cleaner guy had made me horny. Not sure why. I wanted him to touch me more.
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