Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

My head was now throbbing, and my cheeks still stinging from the blows. No doubt I had red marks of my maid's fingers on my cheeks from her slaps.

Still dressed completely, I immediately got down on my hands and knees and started to crawl over to where she was sitting. Rashida put out a foot, awaiting my arrival. When I got there, I immediately dropped my face down to her feet. Rashida arched her head back so she could feel my mouth planting kisses on the top of her toes. She sat back, enjoying her total control over me as I slobbered over her feet.

"That's more like how you should be, baba." Rashida told me. "Head down, face on the floor at my feet, ass up."

"Yes, bua."

"Enough!" She snapped her fingers. "Get your fat pasa (ass) over my lap now."

"Yes, bua!" I answered meekly.

Rashida watched me slowly get up, my cheeks still red and smarting from her slaps. She grabbed my arm and helped push me down on her lap, over her knees. Roughly she grasped my ass cheeks, positioning me till I was centered. She then clutched the waistband of my pants and pulled it down. My underwear soon followed, dropping to my ankles. My bare butt was now high up in the air. Enjoying the sight of my naked bum on her lap at her mercy, Rashida clicked her tongue.

"From now on," Rashida commanded me, "I don't want you to wear underpants around the house, ever! Whenever I want, I should just be able to pull down your pants or pajamas down, and I should be able to see your bare bottom, so that I can spank you."

"Yes, bua." I acquiesced timidly. "From today I will not wear underwear."

Rashida laid her hand across my bum, squeezed my butt cheeks and then asked, "And why will you not wear underwear, baba?"

Oh Rashida! Not only had I just been slapped by my maid servant while being insulted by her, but now she was giving me orders, and driving home the point that I was her submissive boy, not her master's son.

"You told me so, bua."

"And WHY?"

Rashida was also further humiliating me by making me explicitly admit the fact that I was her slave – ready to be punished by her on my bare bottom at her whim.

"So that, bua, you can pull down my pants easily and my butt is there, so I can be easily spanked by you whenever you wish to do so."

"Good boy, Tarek!"

Rashida slowly rubbed her hands across my bare bottom, as if deciding on the nature of the punishment. As her fingers glided across my butt, each touch of her fingers on my skin produced a thousand watts of current through my body.

"Twenty should be enough for now, baba." Rashida informed me, patting my bum. "You better count and thank me for each one, if you don't want to be disciplined even more."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida brought her hand down hard on my right butt cheek as I gasped.

SPANK!

"One! Thank you, bua. I am guilty and deserve to be punished. Please spank me again."

"Indeed I will, baba." Rashida agreed. "Can you see yourself now, baba, a teenager boy from a distinguished family, lying over the knees of a lowly kaajer meye (maid), and getting spanked on your pasa?"

SPANK!

"Two! Thank you, bua. It is an honour for me to be punished by a woman like you. Please spank me again."

"An honour? Hah! Does it turn you on, baba, getting punished and humiliated like this? What if your teachers could see you now?"

SPANK!

"Ouch! Three! Thank you, bua, for spanking me. Yes, bua, I am truly ashamed. Please spank me again."