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 Chapter 3: The one with the makeover.

   That evening Kareena was surprised to receive a call from Deepak.

   "How's my Kaamwali?" he asked.

   Kareena turned red.  Then she quickly looked around to whether anyone
had noticed.

   "What do you want?" she hissed.

   "Oh nothing at all!  Just wanted to say hi to my little hussy.  Don't
drive down to my place in the morning.  Come by a rickshaw or something. 
And don't get drunk tonight.  I don't want a worthless hung-over pussy
tomorrow.  Get a good night's sleep.  God knows when you'll sleep tomorrow.
Another last minute instruction.  Leave the mobile at home.  Kaamwalis
don't carry mobiles.  At least not yet, though with Reliance around, that
may soon change..." He sounded upbeat.

   "Anything else, Master?" Kareena replied sarcastically.

   "Yeah!  Leave that attitude at home.  It'll cause you unnecessary
trouble.  And don't call me master... a simple `sir' will do just fine.  Be
there at nine then!  Over and out."

   Before Kareena could say anything the call had been disconnected.  She
sank into a chair, her hands crossed between her feet.  She looked
disheveled.  She had almost forgotten all the humiliation of that morning,
and now it had all been recreated.

   Presently she got up.  She had her nightly bath and turned in.  She
tried to sleep but anxiousness got the better of her.  She tossed and
turned.  Finally at about four she descended into a stupor.

   The jarring alarm bell woke her up.  It was 7:30.  She finished her
morning chores and then put on the most sober salwar kameez she could find.
It was a nice plain blue cotton one.  Not tight like her usual ones.  She
wanted to draw as little attention to her figure as possible.  Experience
had taught her that men were apprehensive about approaching a true
`bhartiya naari' type of girl, with libidinous overtures.  She put on
matching canvas shoes.

   The rick-ride was a little bumpy.  It took her quite some time to get to
the far-flung suburb where Deepak lived.  At last she found his place.  It
was a pretty big place.  It was bungalow at the end of a gully.  A high
fence went all around the house obscuring it from the outside world.

   She pushed the bell.  Deepak opened the door.  He was dressed in a
fitting white T-shirt and light yellow knotted pajamas.  He looked
completely at ease as he gave her a broad smile and invited her in.

   Kareena responded with a small smile and stepped in apprehensively. 
Hadn't she been so worried, she'd have noted that Deepak looked a lot like
her favorite pop star Enrique Iglesias.

   "Well here we are." Kareena said.  She had been taught that the one to
make the first move in a conversation would be the one in control.  And boy
did she want to be in control of this show.  The inspector said nothing. 
He just scanned her body from top to bottom.

   "I must frisk you before we go any further.  Hand me your bag please."

   Kareena handed him her bag.  He threw it aside.

   "Careful!  My cell phone is in ..."

   "Quiet!  I'd asked you not to get your cell.  Now stand with your legs
apart and your hands behind your head so I can frisk you" he replied
shortly.  Kareena knew she had lost round one.  Deepak was totally in
control at the moment.  She assumed the commanded position.

   Deepak ran his hands all over Kareena's body.  But what particularly
dissed her was the fact that he did it so mechanically, as if it weren't
she, Karreina Kapoor, standing there, but just some average girl being
frisked at the airport.  (Kareena didn't know that the law required a
police-woman to frisk any girl or lady.  The lascivious airport officials
who offered her a `fast-track' check-in didn't feel the need to inform her
either.)

   Just when appeared to have finished, he said: "Only three more places to
check." Then without any warning he lifted her Kameez up, from the front
and shoved two fingers into her crack.  He ran the side of the palm of his
other hand roughly through her crack.  "You'll never imagine where bitches
store their weapons" he informed her.  Satisfied, he grabbed her tits and
mauled them.

   "Alright, you're clean.  Please enter my not-so-humble abode.  Incase
you're wondering how I pay for such a big house: My parents were pretty
rich, but they died in a plane accident 5 years ago.  I have been living
alone ever since."

   "Oh, I'm sorry!" Kareena said with mock sympathy.

   Kareena was surprised by his loud raucous laughter.

   "You bought it?!" said Deepak incredulously.  "You really ought to take
me as a hero in your next film.  My dad was an honest cop.  He turned me
out of the house when he found I was taking bribes.  My philosophy in life
is simple.  Don't go for the small fry.  Wait for the big fish!  I could've
pocketed the 500 bucks you offered me last night, and let you off after you
gave me a blow," he ignored the sick face she made and continued, "but then
I wouldn't have had you as my personal slave for a day would I?  And that's
how I've built this house.  By appearing like an honest cop till I have the
culprit by his balls... and then I squeeze them!  Just like I've got you!
Now without any further ado, let's begin.  Chameli you whore... STRIP!" he
ordered.

   Kareena didn't budge.  This didn't seem to hinder Deepak.  He held the
collars of the Kameez and tore it right down through the middle.

   "A tight sports-bra inside a Salwar Kameez?  Boy Chameli, you have no
dressing sense at all!  Oh just by the way, I'm going to call you Chameli
from here on.  I think a sluttish name like that goes very well with your
persona.  Now Chameli... will you take off your salwar or should I do the
needful?  May I inform you: You will go back in the same clothes you came
in.  No matter what the condition." He said the last sentence slowly,
enunciating every word.

   Hearing this awoke Kareena from her stupor.  "I will!  I will!" she
squeaked.  Saying so she unknotted the nada of her salwar and let it fall
to the ground.

   "White cotton panties and a sports-bra!  Strange bed-fellows don't you
think?  Which one should go first?  I'll let you decide.  One of the few
decisions you'll get to make today."

   With very rigid movements Kareena got the bra off.  Her fresh
pear-shaped fruits fell onto her chest.  She had nice brown thimble shaped
nipples.

   "Very pretty tits.  Very pretty, indeed.  But before you take off your
undies, I must punish you for disobeying.  I had asked you not to get your
cell.  You must be taught to obey orders.  There's something deliciously
sexy about spanking a young bitch like you on her cotton undi-covered
bottom.

   "Please!  No spanking!  I'll be good!  I'll do you good!"

   "That you will anyhow, bitch.  But get punished you must, Chameli. 
It'll serve as a lesson for the rest of the day.  Quiet!  Don't say a word!
Any talk will mean further spanking.  You will receive 20 slaps on your
ass: 10 on each cheek.  If you scream, I'll just add two more spanks.  Now
come here and put your hands on one side and prop up your butt on the
other. I'm going to give you a nice Over the Knee spanking.

   Kareena knew she had no choice.  She arranged herself over his knee.

   "Good girl.  Now I want you to count each spank.  Will you be able to do
that?  Can you count up to ten?"

   Kareena said nothing.  Her head hung in shame.  A sharp twist on her
nipple made her scream.

   "That's two more and I ask you again.  Will you be able to count?"

   "YES I WILL!  Dammit!" Kareena replied.

   "Excellent.  Then we shall begin now.  Don't forget to count honey."

   The first blow set Kareena's ass on fire.  She opened her mouth to
shout, but remembering the earlier episode she swallowed the scream and
counted: "One".  Ten more slaps quickly followed.  By now Kareena had
gritted her teeth and closed her eyes.  The counts came out like hisses. 
The inspector was relentless.  Spank after spank rained on her ass.  Her
ass felt as if it were being dragged over burning coals.  Eventually
Kareena's ass had taken 22 slaps and were now a bright shade of crimson.
"I'm impressed Chameli.  I must admit, I thought you'd scream and take
it up to at least forty!  Now take off your panties and view your butt in
the full-size mirror.  Kareena winced as she rolled the panties off her
bottom.  It smarted like crazy!  Seeing her cute buns in that deep shade of
crimson brought a tear to her eye.  She quickly wiped it away.  She did not

want to appear weak.

   "No need to be ashamed dear.  It's perfectly alright to cry.  In fact
even most men do, when I'm done with them.  Save your tears though, there's
plenty to cry about yet."

   Kareena looked at him startled.  This was definitely not sounding good
at all!

   "Well Chameli, till now we haven't begun what you're basically here for:
You're going to be my servant for a day.  Now here's your first chore for
today.  You have to go to the market and buy some vegetables."

   "Looking like THIS?" Kareena asked in disbelief.

   "'Course not!  We wouldn't want to create a riot.  I have clothes for
you."

   He went into an inner room and brought out some clothes.  He threw them
at Kareena's feet.  She held them up, one by one.

   "I CAN'T wear these!" she said finally.

   "Whoever said you could decide Chameli?"

   "But... these... these... they'd make me look like a first rate hooker!"


   "And what could be more perfect?  And oh yeah.  Wear these thongs."

   "NO WAY!"

   "Yes way!  Do it NOW, bitch, or I'll turn you in!"

   That put the fear of god into Kareena.  She quickly donned the thongs,
the pink short top that said "Just do me!" and the black leather skirt that
she unhappily noted, ended just an inch below the crack of her ass.  Since
she wore no bra her nipples poked out of the fabric of the top.

   "Lovely!  Now all you need is a little bit of lipstick.  Here's one that
matches your butt."

   As Kareena applied it and took a look at herself in the mirror, she
realized that the entire getup screamed the word "WHORE".

   "Now wait while I get dressed and drive you to the market.  But to make
sure you don't run away, here's a few more accessories." Saying so, he put
a pair of handcuffs onto her feet.  "Any attempt to run will fall flat on
its face" he chuckled.

   Deepak got dressed pretty quickly.  He was now back to his Khaki
uniform. He un-cuffed the cuffs and led her to the Police Jeep that was
parked in the garage.  He revved it up and soon they were on their way to
the market.  The market was a good distance away.  Deepak had chosen a
distant one where he was sure he wouldn't be recognized.  He knew Kareena
would be recognized anywhere, which was what he was hoping for

   He insisted the Kareena massage her own tits all the way from his home
to the market.  On way to the market he gave her some more instructions. 
"Do not complain about eve-teasing; buy one kilo of Cucumber, A kilo of
Gajar, half a dozen bananas and one liter of milk." Kareena tried to
memorize it, but her ass was hurting too much.  Deepak had purposely taken
a bumpy road which meant that every so often Kareena's ass would be lifted
of the seat and came crashing down, sending waves of pain because of the
recent spanking.

   Finally they reached the market-place and Kareena noted with a heavy
heart, that it was bustling with people.  Deepak drove right to the centre
of the market and asked Kareena to get off.

   End of Chapter 3