Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"If you ever bring home anything less than an A, Tarek," Rashida warned me, "You better prepare yourself for a thorough beating. You will not be able to sit on your pasa for days!"

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

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Rashida suddenly hit me a quick, fast, furious series of spanks. Too quick for me to keep count. I blubbered and sniffled and cried as the blows rained down on my poor bum.

"Don't 'yes, bua' me!" Rashida retorted sharply. "I shouldn't HAVE to tell you to study! Last year, right before your Pure Maths exam, you were watching cricket. CRICKET!"

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"I am sorry, bua. I really am." I was shamelessly weeping now. "Please forgive me. I won't do it again. Please spank me again."

"You forgot to count, baba. Start from one again."

"Yes, bua."

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"This is not fun for me, baba." Rashida placed her hands now on my very warm and stinging buttocks. "Your little tushie is turning a bright shade of red, baba. Do you like to be treated this way, baba?"

"Er ... no, bua."

"Then why do you give me the opportunity to spank your pasa?"

"I am sorry, bua."

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"What you need, baba, is constant discipline. I let you go three weeks without punishment and look at you! I have been lax at taking a look at your studies, Tarek. I concentrated on your behavior around the house. Now I think I have to look at other aspects of your life."

"Yes, bua."

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"You will now show me all your grades and marks for all of your assignments and exams."

"Er ... yes, bua. Of course, bua."

"Why, baba? Are you not mature enough to take care of your studies? Why do you need me ... your maid ... to punish you for not studying?"

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There was simply no answer for that, so I remained silent as Rashida continued to spank me. Finally, after what must have been the hundred and tenth spanking of the night (I might be exaggerating slightly), Rashida took a break. I lay on her lap, panting, whimpering, crying softly, and her hands rested on my sore ass.

"Alright, baba." Rashida tapped my ass. "Stand up."

"Yes, bua." Gingerly I stood up, resisting the urge to rub my painful behind. My phallus stood out. Rashida absent mindedly grabbed my dick and wrapped her arms around it.

"For once," Rashida said, starting to stroke me, "It's not your penis that has led you to being in trouble, baba."

"Er ... yes, bua."

"Remember," Rashida gently traced a finger along the veins of my erect manhood. "I want you to be successful, Tarek. That means I am determined to make sure you stay on the correct path. Studies, studies and studies now. Correcting you with pain will sometimes be necessary for that."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida continued to stroke me as I got harder and harder. Finally, when she felt I was on the edge, Rashida stopped. She had an uncanny ability to sense just how long before I would cum, and then stop just before that. I stood there, my butt paining, my penis thirsting for a release, yet frustratingly denied.