Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Why, choto bua?" I replied, even though I knew. Because you are a sadist, Rubina.

SLAP!

"Because," Rubina smiled "I like to wipe that stupid grin off your face."

SLAP!

Rubina now leaned forward and cupped my chin in her left hand. She sharply held my chin and made me look up to her. Her eyes were wide and angry.

"Look, baba. I am not really interested in these little shenanigans." She told me. "I know Rashida apa makes you count, and you know I just want to slap you. But for now, start counting ... and from one."

"Yes, choto bua."

"As I was saying," Rubina raised her hand as she spoke, "I am generally not interested in you. I don't care about you, I don't care enough to beat you or punish you. I want really nothing to do with you."

SLAP!

Her hand came down sharply on my already stinging cheeks. She was holding me firm by the chin, so I couldn't really flinch. My left cheek bore the full brunt of her strong slap.

"One!" I mumbled. "Thank you, choto bua, for the slap. Please slap me again."

"You are a pathetic person." Rubina said. "I don't even understand why you obey us so meekly. Why, when I slap you, you thank me and want another one. But that's the way Rashida apa has trained you and who am I to argue."

SLAP!

"Two, thank you choto bua." I painfully counted. "Please slap me again, choto bua."

"What I know is that you are a disgusting person. I mean, who goes through their maids' dirty laundry? Who sniffs their dirty panties? To think, I have even seen you take your little nunu out and rub the panties against it."

I cringed in shame. It seemed fun and naughty when I was doing it. It certainly didn't seem that way when my maid was slapping me for it.

"I am sorry, choto bua."

SLAP!

"Three. Thank you for slapping me, choto bua. Please slap me again."

"And look at this society. At my luck. I am the same age as you, yet you are supposed to be the master and this society has made me your maid. I have to clean your house and sweep your floor and make your bed. Well, at least I can slap your pathetic face, can't I?"

"Er ... yes, choto bua."

SLAP!

"Four. Thank you for slapping me. Please slap me again, choto bua."

"I saw you the other day looking at my bum, when I was bent over and mopping the floor. Does my bum look interesting to you, baba?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't answer. What could I say? Luckily, Rubina didn't wait for the answer. She slapped me again.

SLAP!

"Five. Thank you for slapping me, choto bua. I am sorry, choto bua. Please slap me again."

"You are lying, baba, when you say you are sorry." Rubina declared. "You are lying."

SLAP!

"Six. Thank you for slapping me, choto bua. Please slap me again."

"Oh, shut up." Rubina said. "Stop counting. I don't want to hear your voice."

"Yes, choto bua."

SLAP!

"I just heard your voice, Tarek."

I remained silent. What could I say?

"Open your mouth, Tarek."

"Yes, choto bua."

Rubina then took a deep breath.

SPIT!

"How does that feel, baba?" She taunted, as I felt her saliva on my face and on my tongue.