Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy
I opened the door.

It was Farida, the maid of the house next door.

She raised her eyes and gave a slow whistle when she saw me with only a t-shirt, my cock hanging limp as I opened the door.

"So Rubina wasn't lying." She commented, mostly to herself as she entered. "This should be interesting."

The next guest was Zarine, the daughter of the paanwala who had a stall down the street. I knew she worked as a part time maid on one of the houses down the street. I groaned when I saw it was her - sometimes, when I had gone to her father's stall to buy something, it had been her there, and I had flirted with the pretty girl. Zarine used to call me "bhaiyya", which meant brother in Bengali. It's usually what you call someone older than you out of respect. And now, here she was, ogling me in my nudity.

Zarine giggled when I opened the door, before coming in and staring at my penis unabashedly. I tried to position my hands but she reached out, caught hold of them and removed them.

"No, bhaiyya." Zarine snickered as she admonished me. "Rubina apa said you were to do exactly as we ordered you to."

I stood there helplessly as she tightly held my hands away and gawked at my merchandise, before reluctantly letting go, following me through the house and taking her place at the dining table.

The final guest was our vegetable lady Shabina, who just gave me an acknowledging nod before walking in as if she owned the place.

So let me describe all the women who were now in the house. They were all dressed in the sari that is common amongst the working labour class in India. Rashida was of course the maid of my house, my mistress, my beloved, my goddess. She was a big woman in every way, and middle aged. Shabina was the closest to her in age, but still younger than her. Whereas Rashida had a darker complexion, Shabina was slightly farer. Farida was the oldest in the group, with white hair, boobs that had started to sag. She once had been an attractive lady, but years of manual labour had taken its toll. Zarine was the youngest in the group. She was a young girl really, my age, and of course had the youthful looks and figure.

"Bua," I asked Rashida, running into the kitchen once Shabina was seated, "What's going on? What do I have to do?"

"You will help me set the table first." Rashida instructed. "Also, take off your t-shirt. From now on, until I say so, you are going to be completely naked. And you will serve us completely naked. Is that understood, baba?"

"Yes." I replied, and took off my t-shirt. I neatly folded it and placed it on one of the tables in the kitchen. I was now completely naked. Rashida then surprised me by grabbing the wooden spoon she had spanked me with earlier, and then dragging a stool around the kitchen.

She placed the stool in front of me and said, "It looks like you have decided to be a slow learner today, baba. Jao, amar shamne jhuko, kutti."

She just called me a bitch, and told me to bend over. I bent over the stool with my ass completely exposed and unprotected. What did I do wrong?

"You forgot to answer me with 'Yes, bua'. You just said 'yes'."

SPANK!

"One! Thank you, bua. Please forgive me, I really forgot. Please spank me again."

SPANK!

"Two! Thank you, bua. Please spank me again."

"I was hoping to delay your spanking until later, baba, but I don't want you to be disrespectful to my guests."

SPANK!

"Three! Thank you, bua. Please spank me again."

"You will address them all as apu and never take their name. Let's try this again. Do you understand, baba?"

"Yes, bua." I replied. I had said the respectful word 'bua'.

Then I stood up. Immediately, I felt Rashida's hand between my shoulder blades as she forced me to bend over the stool, a second time.

"I didn't tell you, baba, that you could stand up!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"You need to learn to follow my directions."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Now weren't you supposed to count and thank me for the spankings?"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Oh, I am so sorry, bua. Please forgive me, bua. And thank you for spanking me, oh my mistress. My goddess!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Please forgive me bua, I had lost count."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Now that's better, baba. I'm going to give you one more so you will remember this for the future."

SPANK!

"Ok, baba, let's serve lunch."

I felt very embarrassed serving the women lunch, my ass still smarting from the fresh spanking, while bringing out items from the kitchen as needed and waiting in the corner like a dog until the next command was issued. They were talking about me, of course, and my now total nakedness. I wondered if they had heard me getting disciplined in the kitchen.
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