Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

It was a tough choice. I didn't like to be slapped. It was very humiliating as your maid would grin, raise her arm and hit you on your cheeks. On the other hand, Rashida, while not being sadistic like Rubina, could spank me very hard. Her bare hand was enough to cause welts on my bottom, and a spatula could be even harder. Plus I had just been walloped by Rubina, and my butt was still on fire.

"I ... I choose to be slapped, bua."

"As you wish, kutti. Now, Please stand against this wall here. Hands behind your back, please. Now, stand with your back to the wall, facing me, and do not move. I will not be restraining you in any way, so if you move I will miss. And trust me, you don't want me to miss."

"Yes, bua."

I did as instructed. Rashida's voice was calm, while I felt once again very exposed and vulnerable as I assumed the position. Once more Rashida started to play absent mindedly with my balls with her left hand, while her right hand patted my left cheek.

"I want you to count, baba, each slap. No other word, however, unless you want to beg for mercy." Rashida instructed. "I like it when you beg."

"Er ... yes, bua."

SLAP!

Without any further word Rashida suddenly raised her right hand and laid a sharp smack right across my face. I grunted, as much from surprise as anything else.

"One. Thank you..."

SLAP!

"Two."

Rashida continued to slap me, about one slap every couple of seconds or so, while she continued to scold and lecture me.

"Not only am I punishing you for being lazy, or admitting to ogle my 'beautiful ass', I am punishing you for four other reasons. Can you guess what they are, baba?"

SLAP!

"Three. Uh... four reasons, bua?" I gasped in between the sharp humiliating smacks across my face.

"Yes, four."

SLAP!

"Five. I ..." I counted and then tried to guess the reasons, and failed. "I don't know, bua ..."

SLAP!

"Six."

"Well, I'll tell you." Rashida told me, without stopping the cadence of her slaps. "First, being a boy who NEEDS to be kept in line."

SLAP!

"Seven!"

"You should be able to take care of yourself, baba, but no ... I have to constantly punish you to see that you are on the right track!"

Even as she slapped me with her right hand, her left hand continued to knead my balls.

SLAP!

"Two. For still thinking that in the end I would even be attracted to someone as pathetic as you."

SLAP!

"You are nothing more than a bitch to me, baba."

SLAP!

"Is this hurting you, baba?"

"Yes, bua." I replied, my cheeks now burning. "Please have mercy on me."

SLAP!

"You can beg all you want, please do, but it won't do you any good."

SLAP!

"In a way, it's good that it hurts. Maybe you will remember this for a while."

SLAP!

"So, third reason. For repeating your mistakes."

SLAP!

"Once I punish you for one thing, I don't expect to punish you again for the same mistake."

SLAP!

"But again and again, you fail to pay my phone bill."

SLAP!

"Finally, I punish you to humiliate you, and I hope this humiliation will cause you to improve yourself."

SLAP!

"Seventeen." I counted. Was I right? I didn't know, and I don't think Rashida cared.

"I punish you because I care about you."

SLAP!

"Eighteen. Er ... thank you, bua. I realize that, bua. I know you care about me."

"Good." Rashida stopped slapping me. She gently caught hold of me by the hips, and made me turn around, so I was now facing the wall, with my back to her.