Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

SPANK!

"But you will do it again, baba."

I was silent. Rashida raised her hand and spanked me hard and fast.

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Each spank hit me before the sting from the previous one yet had to die down. There was almost no time in between; Rashida hit me quickly, one after the other.

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"Are you crying now, Tarek?"

"A little, bua."

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"Then I must make you cry a lot, baba."

"I am sorry, bua."

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"I really don't like to have Rubina punish you for long, baba." Rashida told me. "She likes to beat you because she likes it. I punish you because I have to."

"Er ... yes, bua. I know, bua."

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"I would rather punish you myself, baba. Still, I don't mind Rubina beating you proper when you anger me so much, baba! You had the audacity to sniff my panties!"

"I am really sorry, bua."

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"In the olden days, slaves who served women had their balls cut off, so they wouldn't let their desire for these women come in between their tasks. You are lucky, Tarek, that you don't live in those times."

"Er ... yes, bua."

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"I know that you will always feel a desire and lust for our bodies, baba. We are strong women. I can understand your desire, Tarek. What I cannot stand, is you acting on those desires either by sniffing our laundry, or trying to peep in when Rubina was showering"

"I am so sorry, bua. I will never do it again."

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"Now I want you to really think about why you wanted to sniff my panties. What did you think would happen?"

"I wasn't thinking, bua."

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Finally, Rashida asked me to stand up.

I stood there, naked, embarrassed and ashamed. My buttocks were on fire, and paining with a stinging pain. I was sniffling, trying to hold back tears. My eyes were gazing at the floor in humiliation, unable to meet my maid servant's look.

Rashida was sitting calmly on the bed. She was adjusting the pleats of her sari, which had rumpled when I had lain over her knees. Her boobs bounced under her blouse as she fiddled with the buttons and then swung her head back. Her eyes, as she looked at me, were filled with pity and disdain as she took in my pathetic shameful condition.

"Baba." She said. Her voice was soft, matronly, and loving.

"Yes, bua?"

"Are you ashamed?"

It was a rhetorical question.

My maid servants had punished me severely for the last two hours. They had stripped me stark naked. I had been dragged by my ear across my own house, with no respect accorded to my status as their employer. My younger maid servant had then vigorously punished me for the better part of those two hours. She had slapped me, verbally taunted and insulted me, whacked my balls, caned me and spit upon me. My older maid servant had then put me across her knees and spanked me. Every part of my body, from my bum to my cheeks, had marks of punishment and were severely stinging. Of course I was ashamed! I was the master of the household! Yet I was being put in my place by mere maids.