Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"No, bua, I don't."

"Good."

Rashida raised a hand and caught me by the other ear.

"Then let's go." She said, giving this ear a tug.

Rashida pulled me by the ear out into the corridor. The house was quiet as everyone had indeed gone to bed. My parents went to bed early like clockwork, and usually the maids would wrap all the cleaning work and be in bed by 10 pm as well.

Rashida, my hard working chubby maid servant, was leading me through my own house firmly by the ear. I blushed as much from the humiliation as from the pain of her grip. I would realize later that for Rashida, this trip to her bedroom was an important part of my whole discipline scene. Here I was, her master and she my maid, and yet here was I, completely naked with no protection should anyone see us. I was submitting completely to her leading me by my ear to her bedroom so she could spank and punish me. It made her completely in charge and let me be her little wimpy slave boy. Rashida knew my heart was pounding with fear as I tried to anticipate what she would do to me. The trip to her bedroom gave me more time to think about it, which added to my agony.

Rashida led me through the hallway to the rear of the house, into the servants' quarters, and then to her room, where she opened the door. Her room was right beside Rubina's room. Thankfully, Rubina was nowhere to be seen, and her own door was shut. She must have been asleep by now. Or so I hoped.

"Next Monday," Rashida told me, as she led me into her room, "you will stand outside this door and knock. Only after I give the permission will you enter."

"Yes, Rashida." I answered. "I ..."

Rashida let go of my ear and raised her hand.

SLAP!

Her hand left a large red print on the side of my cheek.

"I am so sorry, bua." I hastily mumbled out an apology. I had taken her name by mistake. "It won't happen again."

"Good." Rashida pointed at the door. "Now shut that door unless you want the whole house to hear you scream while I give you a thrashing."

"Yes, bua."

I gently shut and locked the door.

"Good! Now come here and stand in front of me!" Rashida ordered sharply.

I obeyed her and stood directly opposite her, facing her.

"Start counting," She simply said, raising a hand.

SLAP!

I got one more across the face.

"One! Thank you, bua, I .."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Rashida slapped me thrice, giving me no time to even do the mandatory count. Her hands moved fast, slapping me right, then left, then right again. My cheeks were now bright crimson, partly due to her slaps, and partly due to my shame and humiliation at having been so mercilessly slapped by my maid.

"You did not count the slaps, baba." Rashida smirked at me. She hadn't given me the time!

"Er, bua, I .."

SLAP! SLAP!

"Did I ask you to say something, baba? Did I say you could speak while being punished, baba?"

I looked up at her. "I was doing the count ..."

SLAP!

Yet another slap landed on my cheeks. I thought it was because I did not say "bua" so I tried again.

"No, bua, but I wanted to count ..."

SLAP!

Once more she thrashed me across my cheeks. Rashida had a smile on her face.

"I am very angry at you baba. It is clear that despite our previous punishment sessions, your mind is obsessed with sex and masturbation. You have made me very angry, baba. Do you understand, baba?"