Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy
Rashida let go of my ears and sat down on the sofa. She parted her legs and started to fold up the pleats of her sari so that her legs became visible. Meanwhile, I remained standing, waiting patiently while Farida continued to hold me by the ear.

"Zarine." Rashida called out to the youngest maid. "Would you like to sit beside me?"

"Oh, yes, apa." In a flash she was seated to the left of Rashida.

Rashida then bent down and took the slipper off her right leg. Holding the sandal in her hand, she gestured to Farida. So I was going to be beaten with her slipper.

Twisting my ear sharply, Farida led me to stand just before Rashida, who snapped her fingers.

"Come on, baba, over you go."

Rashida grabbed my arms and forced me over her lap. She then took one of her legs and crossed it over my knees so that I was completely immobilized. My penis was now dangling between Rashida's thighs, and I felt like a helpless little boy about to receive an over the knee spanking from my mommy. My face was now lying over one thigh of Zarine. She now had the best view of the contortions my face would make after Rashida commenced her onslaught.

"Zarine." Rashida told the girl. "Slap baba for me."

SLAP!

Humiliation washed over me as a girl barely my age, and someone I hardly knew, the daughter of a paanwala, smacked me across my face.

"One! Thank you, Zari- apu, for slapping me. Please slap me again."

SLAP!

"Two! Thank you, apu, for slapping me. Please slap me again."

"That's enough," Rashida replied firmly, "Now baba, I am going to spank you for trying to give an excuse for spilling milk on Shabina's dress."

I felt Rashida's sandal on my upturned buttocks.

THWAK!

The blow was as quick as it was hard. I remembered to count and thank Rashida.

Then she began to spank me in earnest. After ten hits, I tried to move about, but Rashida held me tightly in place. She was an experienced spanker with me, after all.

"Look, Farida apa," Zarine said, "his pasa is turning even redder."

Thankfully, this time Farida didn't want to examine my behind. After a short breather, Rashida resumed my punishment. Slowly, as I felt my ass warm up, I also felt my penis turn rock hard between her legs.

When Rashida announced that the punishment was complete, she made me stand up and place my hands behind my neck. In this way, I was completely exposed and vulnerable to all the ladies for their examination.

"I cannot believe this." Farida shook her head. "Wow! Just how red his buttocks are!"

"And look at his erection!" Zarine giggled as she played with my rock hard member. "I think bhaiyya enjoys being spanked."

Thankfully for me, the ladies had to return to their respective houses, and I suffered no further punishments. The maids were all instructed to keep the affair a secret and they all promised to do so. After I shut the main door, Rashida turned to me.

"Baba, did you eat?"

"No, bua."

"Ok, go eat some lunch. I will be in the living room watching some TV. After you finish up your lunch, baba, tidy up the kitchen, put the dirty dishes in the sink and make sure the kitchen is spic and span. Then come to the living room."

"Yes, bua."

"And baba, make sure you sit on the floor and eat. You are the slave of a maid, don't forget that. I don't want the table dirtied."

"Yes, bua. Of course, bua."

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