14-03-2019, 11:04 AM
"I... I... I am so sorry, bua."
Letting go of my ear, and raising that hand, Rashida abruptly slapped me.
SLAP!
It was a loud, powerful and humiliating slap from my maid servant that left a red mark on my cheek.
"One. I am sorry, bua, please forgive me. I really shouldn't have done that."
I was waiting for another slap, but Rashida sat down on the bed. Her right leg was crossed over the left. She reached out to her right foot and pulled her sandal off. This was a chappal, an Indian flip flop made of a rubbery material.
Rashida then uncrossed her legs. Holding the sandal in her right hand she shifted back on the bed and then beckoned forward to me. "Over my lap, baba. Now."
I positioned myself over my voluptuous maid servant's lap. She pulled me in tight to her, my prick rubbing against the rough material of her sari on her legs.
"You were ten minutes late today, baba. Two for each minute. Twenty hits from my slipper. Does it sound fair, Tarek Zia?"
"Yes, bua."
"Good."
WHAP!
Suddenly, without warning, she struck me, hard. Her hand was gripping the bottom of the chappal, so the front part, where you would put your toes in, bent around and hit my buttocks like a whip.
"Awww!" I cried out. "One! Oh, bua. Ow! Ow! Ow! I am so sorry. Please spank me again. Please forgive me."
Rashida's hand stroked my tender ass.
"Next time, baba," She said. "Don't be late."
"Yes, bua."
WHAP!
"Baba, did you ever think last year that you will be naked, lying on my lap, getting an ass whooping from me, your maid?"
"Er ... no, bua."
WHAP!
"You say you love to submit to me, baba, but still you do things that make me unhappy."
"I am so sorry about that, bua."
WHAP!
"Do you love me, Tarek?"
"Oh, yes, bua! I love you with all of my heart, bua."
"Even though you are now lying naked, on my lap, getting a beating with your maid's chappal?"
WHAP!
The next few blows stung like hell. Rashida spanked me hard and fast, alternating, one on each cheek, in a quick rapid fire style. I was biting my lip as my buttocks started to sting. She would hit me with a quick stroke, caress my bottom and sometimes finger my asshole. Then she would once again bring down her slipper on the other ass cheek with equal force, and repeat all over again.
WHAP!
"I don't want your excuses, baba, and I'm tired of your cowardly whimpering."
Letting go of my ear, and raising that hand, Rashida abruptly slapped me.
SLAP!
It was a loud, powerful and humiliating slap from my maid servant that left a red mark on my cheek.
"One. I am sorry, bua, please forgive me. I really shouldn't have done that."
I was waiting for another slap, but Rashida sat down on the bed. Her right leg was crossed over the left. She reached out to her right foot and pulled her sandal off. This was a chappal, an Indian flip flop made of a rubbery material.
Rashida then uncrossed her legs. Holding the sandal in her right hand she shifted back on the bed and then beckoned forward to me. "Over my lap, baba. Now."
I positioned myself over my voluptuous maid servant's lap. She pulled me in tight to her, my prick rubbing against the rough material of her sari on her legs.
"You were ten minutes late today, baba. Two for each minute. Twenty hits from my slipper. Does it sound fair, Tarek Zia?"
"Yes, bua."
"Good."
WHAP!
Suddenly, without warning, she struck me, hard. Her hand was gripping the bottom of the chappal, so the front part, where you would put your toes in, bent around and hit my buttocks like a whip.
"Awww!" I cried out. "One! Oh, bua. Ow! Ow! Ow! I am so sorry. Please spank me again. Please forgive me."
Rashida's hand stroked my tender ass.
"Next time, baba," She said. "Don't be late."
"Yes, bua."
WHAP!
"Baba, did you ever think last year that you will be naked, lying on my lap, getting an ass whooping from me, your maid?"
"Er ... no, bua."
WHAP!
"You say you love to submit to me, baba, but still you do things that make me unhappy."
"I am so sorry about that, bua."
WHAP!
"Do you love me, Tarek?"
"Oh, yes, bua! I love you with all of my heart, bua."
"Even though you are now lying naked, on my lap, getting a beating with your maid's chappal?"
WHAP!
The next few blows stung like hell. Rashida spanked me hard and fast, alternating, one on each cheek, in a quick rapid fire style. I was biting my lip as my buttocks started to sting. She would hit me with a quick stroke, caress my bottom and sometimes finger my asshole. Then she would once again bring down her slipper on the other ass cheek with equal force, and repeat all over again.
WHAP!
"I don't want your excuses, baba, and I'm tired of your cowardly whimpering."
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