Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"You have to learn to respect the fact that you are in university to study."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"Four. Thank you, bua, for spanking me. I will not be careless about my studies any more, bua. Please forgive me, bua, and spank me again."

"Tonight," Rashida announced, "I will punish you for your poor grades, baba. Tomorrow, I will punish you for failing to pay my phone bill on time."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"Five. Thank you, bua, for punishing me. It will remind me to take my studies seriously. Please pardon me for my grades, and spank me again."

The spanking continued, as my maid servant scolded me for failing to take my studies seriously. I, of course, humbly counted and then meekly thanked her, and asked for another one after apologizing for my poor grades. Every time.

SPANK!

Rashida showed me no mercy as she continued to scold and berate me.

SPANK!

Each blow was hard and fast, and my eyes began to well up with tears. I didn't even know why she was punishing me for my poor grades, or why it mattered to her more than to my mother, but here I was, getting my behind tanned for getting lower than expected grades.

SPANK!

"I am the maid who is responsible to make sure you are in line, young man," Rashida told me, "And you better stay in line. And that means studying, and no loafing around."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"You are a pathetic young man who gets slapped and spanked by his maids. His maids! So the least you can do to make yourself respectable is to ensure your grades are at least something to be proud about!"

"Yes, bua. I am sorry, bua. I should take my grades more seriously, bua."

SPANK!

"This is India," Rashida said, "Your grades are everything here. There's a billion of us, and thousands of men like you who have rich parents. How are you going to distinguish yourself? Your grades!"

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

Slowly and slowly, as Rashida continued to strike my bottom and scold me, my butt started to sting. Tears had formed around the edge of my eyes. I listened as my maid scolded me, and then shuddered as her hand smacked my bum, and then I had to count, thank her and apologize. I had received 33 spanks so far.

"Look at you! Which young man would even think of giving his maid servant a foot massage, let alone kiss her feet? You are not a real man, Tarek, so at least make sure your grades make you stand out! Give yourself some respect!"

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"Ouch! Thirty four! I am sorry, bua. Please forgive me. I will study harder. Please spank me again, bua."

I started to cry now. There had been a time when I would force myself not to cry during a beating. Even as I was caned or slapped, I would fight back tears. Even as I was being humiliated by being stripped naked and punished by my maids, I would not give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

Those days are now long over. The ladies had subjected me to extremely humiliating experiences. My maids basically did what they wanted with me, and I meekly accepted whatever they wanted of me. I still tried (and mostly failed) to control my tears in front of Rubina, but when it came to Rashida, I didn't hold back. Somehow crying in front of her made the pain (and the shame of being punished by my maid) a little more bearable.