Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I took out three things from the bag.

"You should kneel when you give things to me." Rashida rebuked me sternly.

"Oh, yes bua. I am so sorry, my dear bua. I apologize; please forgive me, bua."

Immediately I knelt down, and presented those three things to her.

"Hmm. Let me see what you have for me." Rashida reached out to take the things. "Oh, very nice! A new firm chappal! And a spatula! And this nice leather strap. I must try them all on you!"

Rashida stood up. The chair creaked slightly as her huge frame lifted up, and then she bent down and grabbed me by the ear.

"Stand up, baba."

She pulled me up roughly, twisting my ear sharply as she did so.

"Ouch!" I could not help utter.

"Oh, be quiet!" Rashida rebuked me. "Now, be a good boy, and bend over the chair. That's right, hands on the seat ... bottom in the air. Now, spread your legs slightly ... that's good. Keep that bottom up."

SWAT!

SWAT!

SWAT!

The leather strap was sharp, and stinging.

"You see, baba." Rashida told me. "My room is a mess and I want YOU to clean it tomorrow. You will dust and mop MY ROOM carefully."

"Yes, my beloved bua."

SWAT!

SWAT!

SWAT!

"Even as I am beating you, baba, why is your cock growing?"

Rashida suddenly stopped lashing me and asked me a pointed question.

"Er ... I am sorry, bua. I don't know ..."

SWAT!

SWAT!

SWAT!

"We are back to where we were before, baba." Rashida told me. "You see ... you have a bad attitude, baba, to women. After all these years, you still think with your dick."

SWAT!

SWAT!

"I am sorry, bua."

SWAT!

SWAT!

"In the restaurant, never once you said you would be happy to finally BE with me. In fact, it was IMMEDIATELY about sex. How you would FUCK me, baba. And my boobs."

That wasn't fair! She had asked me to say what I want! Still, I kept quiet. This was my mistress, she was always right. I was always wrong.

SWAT!

SWAT!

"I am sorry, bua."

"Sorry is not good enough, Tarek."

SWAT!

SWAT!

"I love the sound of leather on your buttocks, Tarek. They are now nice and red, glowing, just like I promised you. Feeling a bit of a pinch, are you not? Oh yes, look at your buttocks!"

"Bua." I managed to croak. "I love you. I am your slave, bua."

"I want to whip and cane that slave's bottom, baba."

"You can do whatever you want with my buttocks, bua. Today I have submitted myself fully to you, as I promised. I want to make this your best birthday, ever."

"Hmm."

Suddenly, after almost being punished continuously for over an hour (with that little break in the middle), Rashida suddenly stopped lashing me.

"Ok, baba, stand up. Good! Now look at me."

I looked at her. Her stern demeanor seemed to have softened. She was smiling, albeit slightly.

"You have taken your punishment well today, baba." Rashida praised me. "You said you were ready to submit to me, and you really meant it."

"Yes, bua, I did." I replied earnestly. "Honestly, I want to see you happy. I want to see you smile on your birthday, bua. If that meant me getting a hiding on my bum, so be it, bua. If you want, please spank me more."

"That won't be necessary, Tarek. You have pleased me. You have taken me out on a date, you have listened to me, and you have serviced me quite well. Hell, you even offered to marry me! And I will reward you now for that."

My heart skipped a beat. I thought she had dismissed my offer of marriage! Or even didn't hear it. But she did! What "reward" did she have in mind?

Rashida made me bend over, and then applied some lotion on my stinging buttocks. It hurt, for a bit, but soon the creamy solution felt like a soothing balm to my burning bottom. Then Rashida made me stand up and face her again.

"Unclip my bra." She ordered. "This bra unclips from the front."

I looked at Rashida in surprise. She wanted me to undress her?

"Quickly." Rashida told me, with a slight smile. "Before I change my mind about your reward."

I rushed to comply. With trembling hands, I fumbled, before I managed to unclip her bra. It fell to the floor, and her big, gigantic boobs sprung free, as if released from a caged prison, dangling pendulously.