Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I was completely at her mercy. Rashida had never slapped me like that before. Whenever Rashida punished me with slaps, she would always slap me first, wait for me to count and thank her for the slap, and then slap me again. Now, whatever I did, I was going to get slapped. So I just looked at her.

SLAP!

"I asked you a question, baba, did I not?"

"Yes, bua, you did".

SLAP! SLAP!

"Sorry, bua, I ... "

SLAP! SLAP!

Rashida continued to slap me, again and again. Prior to her starting to punish me, no one had ever slapped me. And here I was getting slapped, again and again, by my maid. Finally, after what must have been fifteen slaps, Rashida relented. I had tears running down my cheeks as the sharp pain of her slaps pinched at me.

"Please don't slap me anymore, bua, please don't," I begged. The ferociousness with which I had been slapped had scared me. "Please bua, I'll be a good little boy from now on. I will not masturbate without asking you, bua."

"It's too late for that, baba!" Rashida responded, "You deserve a good sound thrashing on your pasa ON A REGULAR BASIS and that is exactly what you are going to get!"

"Yes, bua."

Rashida waited until I stopped sobbing and had composed myself. Then she gently cupped my chin with a hand and nudged my head so I was looking into her eyes. She had a gentle smile on her lips.

"Do my punishments hurt you, baba?"

"Yes, bua."

"Do they cause you pain, physical pain, baba?"

"Yes, bua." My cheeks were stinging now.

"Then why do you submit to them, baba? Why do you allow me to punish you, baba? After all, I am but your maid servant."

I didn't know what to say. She was right. She was my maid servant. Why did I submit to her? Why did I let her slap me, spank me, cane me?

"I ... I ... I deserve it, bua." I finally responded. "I deserve your punishments. You are not just my maid. You are my mistress, bua. I have accepted you as my mistress, and have become your slave, bua. Bua ... I ... I love you, and someone I love has the complete right to guide me and punish me when I deserve it."

I love her?! OH MY GOD! Why did I just admit that to her? I had no idea why I said that. What I knew was that I loved being punished by her.

"Good! That is the answer I wanted to hear. Baba, do you know why I punish you so much? Why I have made you my bitch?"

I looked at her. Rashida had a kindly smile on her face as her hands cupped my cheeks.

"Because, baba, I too, love you." Rashida leaned forward and gently kissed my right cheek. "And when I see someone I love doing a bad thing, I want to fix it. I want to correct you. I want to see you always on the right track."

Rashida then kissed my left cheek.

"So, baba, I will continue to punish you. You will be my little bitch for a very, long time."

"Oh, bua!" I suddenly gushed out, my emotions overcoming me. "I love you, bua! I love being your bitch. I love your punishments. I love submitting to you. I love being your slave! Please keep me as your bitch for a long time, my dear bua."

Surprisingly, Rashida then gave me a hug. My face was crushed against her boobs as she wrapped her powerful arms around me and held me tight. She then held my head in her hands and kissed my cheeks.

Smooch! Smooch!

She covered my face with wet kisses and hugged me and pressed my lips to her chest. I drunk in her smell and sweat in ecstasy as I too hugged her back, wrapping my hands around her waist. Mmm! Her boobs smelled lovely. I drew my head back, giving her a big smile, and then kissed her a big sloppy kiss on each of her cheeks.