Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Rashida then told me to go and stand in the corner while they decided if further punishment was necessary. So there I was, stark naked, standing in the corner of my maid servant's room in a docile fashion, my clothes dutifully folded on her desk, standing in disgrace, facing the wall in the corner, with my back towards the bed, where my housemaids Rashida and Rubina were sitting on her bed, talking to each other, completely ignoring me - and my very, very, red and stinging bum, and my equally flushed and very well-slapped face.

I reflected on my situation. I am the scion and heir apparent of a strong, noble, powerful family. And yet now, I was standing, in the nude, fully compliant, in front of my housemaids, having just been beaten on my derriere by one of them, and slapped on my face by the other. And my housemaids were of course fully clothed. Not only did spanking my bare ass cause me maximum pain, but it also put them in complete command, and me at their mercy. In my own house, whenever they wanted, and wherever they wanted, my maids were free to pull my pants down and spank, slap, belt, whip or cane me, as they wished.

After what seemed like hours, but were in face only ten minutes, Rashida ordered, "Baba, come here!"

"Yes, bua," I replied.

I turned around, and walked over to the bed, stopping just in front of them. Rashida raised a hand and tenderly cupped my balls.

"Do you think you have been punished enough, baba?" She asked me, gently kneading my balls between her thumb and forefinger, as one would roll a ball of dough. "Was this humiliating enough for you, Tarek?"

I had just been punished by bending over and getting belted by her, and Rubina had slapped me several times until her fingers left sharp red marks on my cheeks. And now I was standing in front of them, helplessly having my balls examined by a woman who was, unbelievably, merely my maid.

"Yes, bua." I answered hopefully. Perhaps Rashida would let me go for giving an honest answer. In any case, she couldn't fault me for lying. "I am really sorry for causing you trouble. I am yours to punish, my mistresses, but please forgive me."

"Tell us again what you did, baba." Rashida asked me in a sweet, sultry voice, even as she continued to play with my balls. "Actually, tell Rubina, how, through your negligence, you put me in a ridiculous position."

"Yes, bua. Choto bua." I now addressed Rubina, inwardly groaning. Being asked to recount why I was being punished by servants was never a good thing. I mentally prepared myself for more chastisement.

Rashida meanwhile moved her hands from my balls to my dick. She wrapped her hands around my flaccid member and started to softly stroke it. Despite all that had gone on, unbelievably I started to respond to her touch and get hard.

"I failed to check the account balance that pays off bua's cellphone bills every month." I admitted, as my penis started to grow. "It was my job to ensure you and her cellphone bills are paid, and that the accounts have enough money. I forgot to do that this month, and as a result bua's cell phone service was cut off."

"Two days." Rashida told me, continuing to fondle my genitals, and no doubt aware of my semi-hard erection. "For two days I was without a cellphone connection. It was so infuriating!"

"I am so sorry, bua." My eyes were cast down. "Please, please forgive me."

"Baba!" Rashida let go of my now turgid dick before ordering, "Turn around. And bend over!"

I obeyed, turning around and bending over so that my bum was now ready for their examination. It was difficult, as I had to now position my erect member between my legs. I could feel a couple of hands on my buttocks, running over my welts, and checking out the results of my punishment.

"I don't think he has been spanked enough, apa." Rubina confided to Rashida. "Twenty is always too little for baba now."

"You are right," Rashida agreed, pinching my butt cheeks, causing me to cry out in pain. "His behind has hardened considerably since I first put him over my knee for a hand spanking. Rubina, I think baba needs your chappal."

"Yes, apa," Rubina gleefully agreed, as I silently moaned.

Rubina got up and stood beside me to my left. I was still bent over, since they hadn't given me permission to move. Rubina reached out and grabbed my left ear with her right hand and twisted it. Dragging me by the ear, she walked over to where the chair was.

I was dreading the punishment to come. A chappal was an Indian slipper, usually made of sponge or rubber material, and worn mostly by the lower class. When Rashida or Rubina spanked me with a chappal, firstly it was a hugely degrading affair in that I, their employer's son, was lying naked across a common maid's knees, and getting beaten with her slipper. And secondly, it was very painful as the chappal would bend and impact a much larger area of my buttocks with a stinging blow.