Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"What happened next, baba, after I had finished slapping you?"

"I ... er ... went over your lap, over your knees. You ... er ... spanked my bare bum with a ruler."

"Good." Rashida seemed happy that I remembered the details of my very first punishment with her. "Now, what was your question?"

Oh yes, my question!

"Bua," I asked her. "When you decided to punish me that very first time, how did you know I would accept your punishment? How did you realize I would be a willing slave to your orders, even though you are my maid and I am your employer's son? In other words, I could have just stopped you and told my parents about you. How did you ... how could you know what would happen?"

I didn't expect Rashida to reply immediately, and she didn't. There was silence for some time, interrupted only by her soft moans as I continued to press her feet. Rashida probably tossed over the answer in her mind, and what to tell me. Finally, she smiled.

"Baba, I have been your maid ever since you were a kid. Do you not think I didn't know what you did when you closed the door to your room?"

I had the good sense to blush.

"I knew you were masturbating, baba. And I knew you were probably thinking about me. I had seen you ogle at me for some time. Every time I would bend down to mop the floor, your eyes would go to my blouse. Every time my back was to you, I could sense you ogling my caboose."

"Bua, after all these years, I still ogle your butt. You have a nice big butt."

"Thank you, baba. That statement will earn you ten extra strokes with the cane tomorrow."

"Sorry, bua. You were saying ..."

"I knew you fancied me. But ... there was something different about the way you ogled me and other men eyed me up. To other men, I was a piece of meat, a lowly maid, a piece of ass they would love to fuck, if you will. The way you looked at me, I could sense not only desire ... but also fascination ... devotion ... and even submission. I could sense that you had a crush on me and yet you were in awe of me."

It was my turn to be silent and digest her observations. Rashida continued to speak.

"Of course I had heard about men like you. Men who have a need to be dominated by a strong women. Men who are not true men, who have an inferiority complex about their manhood. Men who like to be used by a woman. Who gets pleasure when his mistress gets pleasure. I didn't know for sure if you were that though - but when that day I saw your door unlocked, I decided to take a chance."

"You see," Rashida grinned, "I always wanted to punish you. You are a cocky little arrogant boy, who needed a woman to beat him and keep in in line. I burst in your room, and when ... rather than getting angry you started to beg and ask me for forgiveness, I knew I was right. You were a pathetic young man who needed the firm hand of a strong women and HAD to be taken in line. I laughed when you meekly accepted my scolding and fell at my feet, and I decided to take matters into my own hand and start to punish you. The rest, baba, as they say, is history."

"Yes, bua."

"Now, baba, continue with my left foot."

"Yes, bua."

I massaged her left foot for the next ten minutes. Finally, Rashida felt her feet were now relaxed enough and snapped her fingers.

"Ok, baba. Show me your lowly status. Kiss my feet. Start with my left foot."

"Yes, bua."

If you have ever knelt down on the floor, put your head down and kissed someone's foot, you know that's one of the ultimate signs of submission. And I was submitting to my maid servant. I took Rashida's left foot in my hands and kissed the big toe. Then I kissed that little space between the big toe and the next toe. It was a little smelly, and I had to hold the two toes apart with my fingers to place my lips there, and lick the space, but I had to pay homage to it. I continued with each toe, and the space between, and then I pressed my lips to the bottom of her sole. I then nibbled on the ankle, before kissing her heel. When she nodded, I then repeated the whole act with her right foot, slobbering over it, kissing it, and making sure to pay proper reverence to her.