Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I then emerged from the bathroom and walked back to Rashida's room. Glad that my punishment was done, I put on my clothes, which were still where I had placed them last night. Once completely dressed, I joined my maids in the kitchen, hoping for a scrumptious breakfast.

"And why did you put on your clothes?" Rubina asked me sharply.

I was genuinely shocked. I thought my humiliation had been over for the morning, and I was coming downstairs to get some food prepared by the maids. Clearly my maids weren't on that same agenda.

"Er ... I ... choto bua," I was at a loss for words as Rubina walked up to me, her eyes angry. "I didn't think ... I mean ... I am sorry but I thought ..."

SLAP!

My head suddenly jerked back, and my cheeks started to sting. Rubina had slapped me.

"Until WE tell you, baba ..." Rubina calmly raised her hand again. "Your punishment is NEVER over."

SLAP!

"Er ... yes, choto bua. I understand, choto bua. Please forgive me, choto bua, I thought ..."

SLAP!

"Now, your punishment will be lengthened."

"Yes, choto bua."

SLAP!

"Do you think, baba, that you can just waltz in here and demand breakfast, after we had just urinated on you? Don't you have any source of shame? Or self respect? Or, you know, BRAINS?!!"

"Um ... I am sorry, choto bua, I should have been more circumspect."

SLAP!

"One would have thought Rashida apa spanking you last night would have been enough to put you in your proper place."

SLAP!

"The fact that you are our little slave girl, our bitch, and you should be always on your toes, trying to please us. Instead ... you seem to think only of the moment, and never ahead."

I didn't understand what exactly Rubina was getting yet, but I made haste to apologize. Again.

"I am sorry, choto bua."

SLAP!

As Rubina slapped me again and again, I meekly glanced at the floor at my feet. I was angry at myself for not thinking about getting the maids' permission to wear my clothes again. Clearly, I would have to remember that for next time. Whenever Rashida or Rubina punished me, they always clearly dismissed me. I hadn't been dismissed that morning, but merely told to come to the kitchen.

"Rubina." Suddenly Rashida spoke, as Rubina paused slapping me. We both looked at her - the senior maid. And the boss of both of us. Rubina's boss by employment. Mine by choice of submission.

"Rubina." Rashida repeated. "Perhaps mere slaps will not impress upon baba the seriousness of his actions. He does NOT get to decide when his punishment is over; we do."

"Yes, apa." Rubina smirked, and agreed with Rashida completely. "I concur."

Inwardly I groaned. Rashida was now going to make Rubina reprimand me even more. I would rather be punished by Rashida, but as my maid servant had just stated - I don't have a say in this.