Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Here ... she was positively teasing me. Touching me. Stroking my cheek. Her sly laughter, her twirl, her shake of the head, her grin, the slight jiggle of her butts ... what did she know about what happened with me on the other side of that door?

The door!

Shit! It was 10.40 pm! I was ten minutes late! Hastily I knocked on Rashida's door.

"Enter, baba!" Rashida's authoritative voice beckoned.

Rashida was lying down in her bed, her heads propped up by pillows, resting. She was reading a book. I gently shut the door, and made my way to the corner.

"You know what to do, baba." Rashida said, hardly ever looking up from her book.

"Yes, bua." I respectfully replied.

Once in the corner, I started to undress. After completely stripping off all of my clothes, I folded them and placed them on a counter table. Naked as the day I was born, I then demurely pressed my face against the wall, in the corner, my back to Rashida, and stood there in a "dunce" position for a while. I was naked, vulnerable, and had completely surrendered myself to my maid servant. I was presenting myself to her, placing myself completely at her mercy.

After some time, I heard a rustling sound from the bed. My chubby maid servant was getting up. I could hear Rashida walk towards me, and sensed her standing right behind me. I felt her hand on my shoulder, and then my back. She then caressed my butt and squeezed a butt cheek. My cock twitched slightly as her hand rested on the small of my back. I loved the feeling of her hand on my skin. I knew that soon my maid servant would be beating me, but for a moment, her hand radiated nothing but love.

I stood there silently, my face pressed against the corner, as my older maid servant groped and pinched my bottom at will. I felt like I was there for her amusement. Her hands moved all over my butt, patting it, squeezing it, poking it. After about two minutes, Rashida then pressed herself against my back, pushing my face against the wall.

"Your behavior this week had some disgraceful moments, baba."

"I ... er ... I am sorry, bua, for whatever I did."

"Oh, you WILL be sorry, young man." Rashida told me. "I have some plans for you tonight. First, though, you will learn how to serve me. Orally. Sexually."

"Er ... yes, bua."

Sexually? What did she have in mind for me? My penis tingled in anticipation.

"Second, you will be punished." Rashida then pinched me sharply on my buttocks. "When I have finished blistering your disrespectful little behind, you will not be able to sit down for a day!"

I gulped.

"I am really sorry, bua. Please forgive me."

"For what, baba?"

"I don't know, bua. But I am sure it was wrong, whatever I did."

"Look at you!" Rashida laughed. "Apologizing to your maid servant, and you don't even know what you did."

"Bua, I love you." I said. "And I trust you, my dear bua. If you said I did something wrong, I must have. I am truly sorry, bua, and please, please forgive me."

"I admire your devotion to me, Tarek. You are such a pathetic person, baba. Plus, you are late. You were supposed to be here sharp at 10.30. You were ten minutes late!"

"Yes, bua. I am sorry, bua. I ... I got spotted by Rubina, and she started to ask me questions."

"Enough, Tarek!" Rashida scolded. "I don't need excuses."

"Er ... yes, bua. I am sorry, bua. I won't be late again, I promise, my dear bua."

Still with her hands on my buttocks, Rashida gave it a couple of pats and then said, "Ok, baba. Follow me."

"Yes, bua."

I turned around. Rashida was dressed as usual in a simple silk sari that clung to her chubby frame. Her huge tummy and waist was exposed. Her gigantic boobs wanted to burst out of her small blouse. As she turned around with her back to me, I could see that the sari had gone deep into the crack of her anus. Her large shapely round buttocks jiggled as she walked to her bed.