Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"I am sorry, bua."

WHAP!

"What I need, baba, is a boy who knows his place. And your place, Tarek, is to serve me and obey me and never make me angry."

"Yes, bua. I will always serve you, bua. You are my mistress and I will be your slave, bua."

WHAP!

Finally, after twenty hits to my butt, Rashida commanded, "Stand up!"

"Yes, bua."

I stood there, humiliated, with my hands at my side, staring shamefully at the floor, my eyes unable to meet Rashida's. A dull, stinging pain spread through my ass cheeks, but I didn't move or rub my bottom. I didn't want to get punished for doing that. Instead, I remained standing there as Rashida reached out and cupped my balls with one hand.

"So full of cum, aren't you, baba?" She asked me, gently shaking my testicles. I didn't say anything as Rashida moved her hand around and rubbed a couple of fingers along my penis. Despite the pain in my buttocks, I was definitely getting hard now.

"Baba." Rashida suddenly pointed a finger at her right cheek. "Kiss me."

"Huh?" For a second I was puzzled. What? Did my maid, my mistress, my beloved, just ask me to kiss her cheek?

"Tarek!" Rashida was amused. "Can you not hear? I said kiss me ... here." She once again tapped her right cheek.

"Yes, bua."

Since she was seated, I bent down and wrapped my arms around her in a hug, and gave her a kiss on her cheek. I pressed my lips against the soft flesh of her cheek, and for those ten seconds I was in a bliss. After the kiss, I once again stood to her side.

"Hmm, you see, baba?" Rashida looked up at me. "You don't think with your head. You think with your small cock. I asked you to kiss me. I didn't ask you to wrap your arms around me! All you needed to do was bend down and give me a small peck on the cheek."

"Oh ... I am so sorry, bua, I didn't realize ..."

"It's OK." Rashida cut me off. "Let's try again, shall we?"

This time I kissed her properly as she wanted me to.

"That's better." Rashida said. "Looks like I will have to train you each and every little thing. Remember, baba, you will get lots of instructions to serve me. You can't rush at it based on how your dick feels."

"Yes, bua."

"Now ... for example." Rashida laid down on her bed. "I am going to ask you to massage my feet ... it's been a long day. You may get to touch my feet, touch my thighs ... and you may even get to see my pussy. But that doesn't mean you will again start behaving disgracefully because your dick gets hard. Do you understand?"

"Yes, bua."

For the next ten minutes I dutifully massaged her feet and legs. I used to do it for my mother and my aunts, so I was good at it. I pulled her toes, pressed her heels and calf and rubbed her ankles and thighs. Rashida was lying back, and her eyes were shut. It was clear that she was enjoying what I was doing.

"Go up more." She instructed. "Roll up my sari."

"Yes, bua."

I was now massaging her inner thighs. Her sari was rolled up to expose her legs, almost to her hips. As my hands moved upwards, I smelled a certain aroma. Suddenly I realized that Rashida wasn't wearing any panties, and the smell I was smelling was her feminine region. She was in heat and she was getting wet.