Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Obediently I walked to the bed where she was sitting. For a moment I wondered how normal it was that I was here, in my maid's room, completely naked, while she remained fully clothed, ready to punish me. I, the son of their employer, the master of the house, was willingly putting myself at my maid servant's mercy! My nudity further enhanced my complete vulnerability and added to my sense of powerlessness at the hands of my domestic help.

"I have been working very hard today." Rashida told me. "My feet are killing me. Sit down and massage my feet like a good little slave."

"Yes, bua. Your wish is my command, bua."

"Baba." Rashida made a disgusted face. "I don't need your pathetic attempts to try and butter me up. Just shut up and do what you have been told to."

"Er ... yes, bua." Thoroughly chastised, I knelt down on the floor and took Rashida's right foot in my hands and slipped off her sandal from her feet. Using the palm of my hands, I pressed the sole of her feet and then began to massage it.

"Mmmm, that feels good." She murmured, as I pressed her heel and used my fingers to apply pressure to specific points on her sole.

No further words were exchanged for the next ten minutes or so as I concentrated on doing a good job with her feet. It was something I did often for both of my maid servants Rashida and Rubina. After a good hard day's work, they would often come to my room and order me to massage their feet.

I was hoping a good massage would mean less punishments, which sometimes was the case. Rashida just sat back and continued to read her magazine, while enjoying my work on her feet.

After some time, I decided to break the silence.

"Bua, can I ask you a question?"

Rashida looked up from her magazine. Her lips had an expression as if I had suddenly irritated her.

"Yes, boy. What is it?"

"Bua," I began to go red as I asked my question - it brought back a humiliating memory - but I had to ask the question. "Do you remember the very first time you punished me?"

A small smile appeared at the corner of Rashida's mouth.

"Of course, baba, how can I forget? Do you remember what I did to you when I caught you doing that disgusting this ... masturbating ... almost ... what is it ... two years ago? It will be two this summer. Keep massaging the feet, by the way."

"Yes, bua." As I continued to knead her feet, the memory of my first punishment by Rashida was clear in my mind. "You twisted my ear ..."

"No!" Rashida interrupted me. "You are forgetting one important thing. Before I did anything to you, YOU started to apologize to me. I had interrupted your little masturbation session, and you began to apologize to me. Do you remember what happened next?"

"I ... er ... you commanded me not to move, and then went out to send Rubina ... er sorry, choto bua ... away to the market."

"Correct." Rashida leaned in closer. "And THEN when I returned, I scolded you for moving, and you fell at my feet, begging me to forgive you. THEN I started to punish you by twisting your ear."

"Yes, bua, you are right."

"What happened next, baba?"

I felt that warm feeling of shame come over me again, but answered her question.

"Then, bua, after twisting my ears, you asked me to tell you why you were punishing me. I had to recount my shameful act. And then you said you are going to slap me, and I had to count and thank you after each slap, and ask for another one. And then you started to slap me."