Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Baba, come here. Stand and face me. I am going to slap you four times."

"Yes, bua." I meekly obeyed her.

Rashida raised a hand.

SLAP!

I reflected upon the fact that for the first time in many years, I was being physically punished. And for the first time ever, a woman, that too our maid, was slapping me.

SLAP!

Rashida loved to slap me. And after every slap, I had to count and thank her, and ask for one more.

SLAP!

This humiliation was similar to my spanking. Whenever I was to be punished, Rashida stripped me naked and spanked me on my bare bum. I had to count each spank, thank her, and ask her for one more.

SLAP!

Long before Rashida had started to discipline me, she had been the object of my desires and many a times I had jerked off to thoughts of lying across her lap and her hands smacking my bum as my dick rubbed against the flesh of her fat milky thighs. I knew I always had a thing for mature, bigger, dominant women. Never did I realize how quickly my situation would mirror my thoughts, and how I would demean myself at my maid's hands every day.

"Alright, that's enough for now, Tarek." Rashida said. "I am sure you will now think ten times before eating food meant for guests."

"Yes, bua. I am deeply ashamed, bua."

It was not a moment too soon. Just as Rashida finished slapping me, Rubina entered the kitchen.

"All the beds and toilets are done, apa." She announced.

"Good." Rashida turned to her. "Here, take this spatula from the sink. Note the green handle on this. Put it separately from the others. Do not use this particular spatula for cooking."

"Yes, apa."

I glanced at Rubina. Once again she had a sly grin as she carried out Rashida's instructions. Was she standing outside the door while I had been punished? Did she hear about how I had apologized to Rashida repeatedly while she had slapped me? I couldn't tell, Rubina's eyes were indecipherable.

Rashida turned back to me.

"Baba, you can go now. Please think about what happened today."

I cringed as Rashida scolded me once again in front of Rubina.

"Yes, bua. I will, bua. I won't repeat it again, bua."

"We will see, baba."

That had been four days ago. As I lay in bed, I wondered how it had come to this -- that I was allowing my maid servant -- MY MAID SERVANT! -- to punish me as and when and how she willed.

I knew why, of course. I liked it. Well, no, I didn't like the punishments. I liked the idea of her punishing me. I mean, I always knew I was a bit different from the other boys. I secretly liked it when a female teacher would hold and twist my ear for some misdemeanor. I liked it when my Social Studies teacher Mrs. Helen D'Souza took me to her office and caned me. I love it when Rashida ...

Hell ...

I even think I was falling in love with Rashida! She was all I could think about when I had some free time. Her thick beautiful lips. Her plump navel. Her big, bouncy breasts. Her equally bubble buttocks. And how she powerfully kept me under her foot.

Slowly I put my hand inside my pajamas, and started to rub myself.

In the last three days, I hadn't masturbated once. I just hadn't had the time with college and cricket and homework. And now, with all my spankings, slaps, canings and beatings, I felt I HAD to cum. It was 11 pm, and everyone was in bed. Slowly, I started to rub myself harder and harder.