Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I knew what I was doing was against Rashida's rules. She didn't want me to masturbate unless I asked her for permission. And to be fair, Rashida never told me NOT to masturbate if I asked her.

"Baba." She told me, the last time when I had asked her. "I know you ... boys ... have to masturbate. It's a disgusting habit."

"Er ... yes, bua." I had replied. "But please, bua, can I do it? I need to."

"OK ... do it tonight, baba. But I want you to clean up your mess properly. It's disgusting, and I don't want to see a stain on the bed sheet or chair or anywhere, OK?"

"Yes, bua. Thank you, bua."

"Good. Now kiss my feet, Tarek."

That had been more than three days ago. Now it was late at night, and I really wanted to. How would Rashida come to know if I really cleaned up?

Oh Rashida, I thought, as I continued to rub myself. I love your lips. I love your breasts. And most of all, I love your buttocks. Oh, Rashida!

Suddenly, the door to my room was pushed open. It had been unlocked, of course, as per Rashida's instructions. And it was Rashida who opened the door to my bedroom and walked in, authoritatively, as if she owned the house and this was her room, not mine. Gently shutting the door, she turned around to face me. Immediately, out of respect, I stood up, quite aware that I had a bulge in my pajamas.

Rashida had just taken a shower, and her hair was still wet and clung to her face. Right now, as she glanced at me, she had a light smile on her face. I suddenly realized I had been staring at her breasts rising and falling with her breathing, and she had caught me looking. She also glanced at my bulge, and gave me a firm look.

"Baba, what are you doing up so late?" She asked, with her hands on her waist, glancing at me sternly.

"Nothing, bua," I replied timidly. My cock twitched at the thought of what happened the very first time Rashida had walked into this room when I had been masturbating. That was when she had spanked me for the very first time.

"Are you wearing underwear, baba?" Rashida questioned, as she walked over and sat down on my bed. I remained standing, not daring to sit down unless Rashida gave me permission to.

"No, bua." I answered honestly.

"Why?"

I blushed deep red as I answered, "Bua, you have ordered me never to wear underwear at home."

"And why did I do that, baba?"

"So you can just pull down my pants and spank me easily whenever you want, bua."

"So, baba, you are the master of the house, yet you are now always ready to be put over my knees for a spanking. Me, the maid, gets to spank you. Any time."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida snapped her fingers. "Let's see how truthful you are, baba. Come here, Tarek Zia!"

She crooked a finger and beckoned me over. Like a well-trained slave, I walked over until I was standing just in front of her. Rashida reached for the drawstring of my pajamas. She moved slowly, intentionally prolonging my humiliation. I knew that in a few moments, I would be naked waist down in front of my maid, with my private parts all exposed. Once she had undone my drawstring, Rashida pulled down the zipper of the pajamas. Never looking up, she then grabbed the sides of my pajamas and gave a sharp jerk. Ignoring the small bump that was my rising erection, Rashida continued to lower my clothing. Once they were past my dick, which sprang out, Rashida let go as the pajamas fell in a heap at my ankles.

"So you were telling the truth." Rashida exclaimed, pulling on my testicles and rolling them like a small piece of cookie dough. "Baba, my esteemed master, the son of a distinguished businessman in the city, you don't wear underwear around the house because you are now always ready to receive a spanking on your bum from me, your old maid."