Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Yes, bua." I replied humbly.

Rubina was already seated on Rashida's bed when we entered her room. She smiled when she saw us, no doubt anticipating a fun night for her, and a painful night for me. Rashida left me standing at the door and took a seat at her dressing table.

"Baba, go to the corner and stand there."

So I slowly went over to the end of room and stood in the corner, naked, facing the wall, with my back towards my maids.

"You can use whatever implement you want to spank him." Rashida was telling Rubina. "But remember to only hit the fleshy part of his buttocks. Here, I'll show you."

I could hear the bed creak as Rashida got up. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her grab a marker from her table.

"Here," She carefully marked two Xs on each of my butt cheeks.

"That's where you can spank him with a cane, or a hair brush, or my new favourite, the chappal."

"Yes, apa." Rubina was learning.

"But, here," Rashida now tapped around the X on my ass with her fingers. "This is the zone you can only hit with your hand. And here," Rashida's fingers traced the crack of my ass and stopped when she reached the top part where the crack started. "This is a no-hit zone."

"Yes, apa."

I wondered how Rashida knew so much about spanking. This was more than just corporal punishment - yet she knew so much about techniques, hitting areas, etc. Especially curious given that just last year, she was simply my old, poor, maid servant. I realized there were many things about Rashida I didn't know.

"Before spanking," Rashida was continuing her lessons. "Always examine baba's nice, spankable butt cheeks to make sure he's fine, and ready for the spanking."

I felt Rashida's hands on my bottom cheeks. She massaged them and cupped them, and even spread them apart to show Rubina my asshole. Rashida then reached below and ran her fingers over my scrotum and penis, giving me a couple of strokes before withdrawing her hands.

Rashida then ordered, "Baba! Bend over the chair so that we can start your spanking."

"Yes, bua."

I walked over to the chair in front of the dressing table and assumed the position, with my bottom sticking out so that my maids could punish me.

"Such a delightful slave boy." Rubina commented with a smirk. "Always ready to accept his punishment."

"But he should make sure he does what we tell him to do." Rashida replied. "Like paying my phone bill."

Rashida approached me and took out her chappal, slipping it into her right hand.

"Baba." She walked over to stand in front of me. I was now bent over, my face prostrated to her; she grabbed my right ear with her left hand and twisted it sharply.

"Did you sniff at our panties in the laundry basket today?" She asked, sending a chill running through me. This evening, I had seen the laundry basket outside the washing machine room, and there were a bunch of old, tattered panties there. I had correctly deduced they were the maids', and for some reason took a couple and sniffed them for some time, before putting it back in the basket. Again, I wondered how she knew.

"Yes, bua. I am so sorry, bua, it won't happen again."

WHAP!

Rashida had struck my left cheek with her chappal, still holding and twisting on to my right year.

"Ow... ow..." The blow stung my cheeks. Hastily, I remembered to count.

"One! Thank you, bua, please slap me again."

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Rashida continued to hit my left cheek, all the while twisting my right year. It was incredibly painful, to assume the position and then to have your maid servant strike your face, your cheek, with her slipper.