Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

And she wouldn't immediately start to punish me. Time and again I had to wait in the corner to think about why I was there, and my mind would conjure all sorts of horrible punishments I would face. Only after that would Rashida start with me. Once she was done, I was more or less a blubbering mess. Every week, twice, this scene was repeated.

Most of the time, it would be Rashida who would discipline me, but sometimes Rubina would join in. And sometimes, though rarely, it wasn't just limited to those two weekly nights - whenever they wanted, and wherever they wanted, my maids would pull my pants down and spank, slap or cane me, as they wished. In my own house, I have become a slave and a toy for my maids.

Just like now.

Rashida sat heavily down on the chair. She then asked me to stand facing the wall, with my palms pressing against it, and my butt sticking out. I stood beside her and pressed myself against the wall as instructed. Rashida rolled down my pajamas with one swoop so it fell at my ankles. She then slipped an arm around my waist to hold me tight, while the other hand cupped my butt cheeks. So there was I, naked from the waist down, held firmly around my abdomen by my family maid, ready to be punished. Rashida continued to caress my behind, prolonging my agony, cupping and squeezing my butt cheeks. She then let go and raised her hand.

SPANK!

A thunderous crack resulted as she struck my ass with her bare hand.

"One! I am sorry, bua, I will never leave the toilet seat up. Please spank me again."

"Why can't you remember to pee properly, baba? Do I now have to come and watch you pee?"

SPANK!

"Two! I am sorry, bua. I will pee properly. Please spank me again."

"You are a grown man. You should KNOW how to pee by now."

SPANK!

"Three! I am so sorry, bua. Please forgive me. I deserve to be punished, please spank me again."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Rashida's style of spanking was unlike what you see in usual BDSM porn movies. My maid wasn't spanking me for my sexual gratification, she was disciplining me. I had done something that displeased her, and now I was being punished for it like a little errant boy. Unlike your usual punishment, where it would just be a series of spank-spank-spank, Rashida would hit me, and then I would have to not only count, but state what I was being punished for, meekly apologize to her, and humbly ask for another spank. Any missteps that she considered large enough were rewarded with more spanks. Yes, it was true that I would usually get aroused at my humiliation, but I couldn't help it. Rashida knew that, and she would punish me for that as well. In the last half a year, I have been beaten by her, spanked, slapped, whipped, caned and so on.

Right now, I was being spanked hard and fast. With Rashida's non-spanking arm going around my waist and holding me firmly, I couldn't squirm or wiggle as I would usually do. My bum was very close to her face and she could see the results of her handiwork up front. Rashida's spanking hand came down sharply on my buttocks, alternating between each ass cheek, she could see my bum quiver with each beating, and soon my behind was warm, and tingling.

"Baba, come around." Rashida commanded, taking a small breather. "Over my knees."

"Yes, bua." As always, I knew my place. I was obedient and respectful, like a well-trained dog.

If anyone could see me now! I, the son of the rich businessman, and the scion of a powerful family, was demurely bending over, going over my maid servant's knees and presenting her my bare bum for a spanking.

As I lay across her lap, Rashida gently massaged my sore behind.

"Baba, my hand is tired from spanking your big butt." Rashida commiserated. "I need to use something else to spank you now."

"Yes, bua."

I wondered what she had at hand to spank me with. This was the kitchen, so I was guessing a spatula. I had already been spanked with a spatula, a big one she used to use for stirring daal, but now kept exclusively for my ass.

"I am going to use my new sandal to spank you, baba." Rashida informed me, still caressing my butts as I remained across her lap. "You ass is now tougher, as I have been spanking you for over a year, and I think you are ready for it."

"Yes, bua. I am yours to be punished as you wish, bua."

"Shut up, Tarek! I am going to now spank you with my chappal." Rashida said. "Twenty lashes with my chappal will do you good."

"Yes, bua, as you wish. You are of course, right, as always."

"Sshh." Rashida shushed me.

A chappal is a slipper, or a sandal, a type of flip-flop worn commonly in India, especially by the poor folk. In India, you wear chappals inside the house as well (you just don't wear the same chappal outside, so as not to dirty the house).

I was now lying across my maid servant's lap, butt naked save for a T-shirt, and was going to be spanked on my bare bum with her filthy slipper. My face was flush with shame, and my eyes cast down at her feet in embarrassment. Rashida kicked off one of her slippers off her foot and picked it up with her hand. She gently rubbed the sole of the chappal across my behind.

WHAP!

The blow was hard, and it stung. The slipper was made of rubber and it was very flexible. As her slipper hit my derriere, the chappal would bend around and impact a large area.

"Ouch! Ow! Sorry .. One! I am so sorry, bua, please, please, I will never leave the toilet seat up. Please don't spank me ... it hurts!"

WHAP! WHAP!

"You are supposed to ASK for another spanking, not beg for mercy!" Rashida angrily voiced. "Those spanks will not count, I will start again."

WHAP! WHAP!

By the fifth (in reality eighth) stroke I was squirming in pain. No doubt, red marks littered my sore bum. Rashida kept spanking, harder and harder, with greater frequency. Finally, she stopped.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" I was now crying. My maid servant had just taken down my pants, put me on her knees, and spanked me with her footwear. My face was red with humiliation, and my ass was red with her handiwork.

"Baba! Get up, put on your pajamas, put this chair back in its proper place, and go to your room. Your punishment is over. For now."

"Yes, bua." I fled to the relative safety of my room. Once inside, I glanced at myself in the mirror, especially at my rear. It was now glowing bright crimson as a result of Rashida's beating. Her chappal had certainly left an impression on my rump cheeks. Certainly, I would now remember to pee with care.