Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Bua," I tried to give her examples of my past good behavior. "I always report to you for my nightly punishments on time. Please bua."

Rashida paused to consider. I stood there, half crying, my ass and cheeks red from Rubina's punishment, as I pleaded with her. Then, to my surprise, Rashida spread out her arms.

"Baba, my slave, my kutti, come here. You need a hug."

"Oh, bua, my goddess, YES!"

I was crying. Tears flowed down my face as I hugged Rashida warmly. I forgot that I was naked, and my maid servant was clothed, I forgot that I was being humiliated by my servants, I forgot that I was a slave girl. I forgot that in this household I occupied the lowest rung on the ladder. I forgot that Rashida, my maid servant, had stripped me naked and caned me in front of other maid servants. I forgot that my maids were treating me like a daashi.

All I knew was that I lost myself in the moment. I lost myself in Rashida's embrace. I wrapped my arms around her waist and squeezed her tightly, and buried my face in her gargantuan boobs. Rashida of course placed one arm on my back, and stroked my head with the other.

"There, there, baba, it will be alright."

I continued to hug her, my relief palpable at her mercy, as Rashida kissed me on each tear stained cheek. My dick painfully throbbed and pushed out. Rashida stroked my head and ran her hands through my hair, before holding me by the chin.

"Baba, I was going to give you a spanking like you never had before."

"Y..yes, bua?"

"But I have changed my mind. However, you still have to take one last punishment."

I looked her nervously. I thought she was really going to just let me go. Apparently, I was wrong. Rashida wasn't so easily pacified. At least, I hope she was not going to punish me as strictly as she had originally planned to. Moreover, her hug and her kisses had helped calm me somewhat. If you are a slave, you know how much your mistress's loving gestures and kisses and hugs mean to you.

Rashida gently led me to her bed. She put a kolbalish (a long cylindrical pillow) on the centre of the bed.

"I want you to lie on the bed, face down, your dick on the pillow, so your butts are sticking up." She ordered.

"Yes, bua." I conformed to her wishes, the pillow raising my bum high in the air for my spanking.

"You will receive ten strokes from my cane." Rashida declared. "You need to count the strokes out loud, and if you stand up in pain or forget to count, the stroke will be given again."

"Yes, bua." I was relieved. Ten strokes. I could do this. I gritted my teeth and waited.

SWOOSH!

The first stroke hit me. I felt like someone had taken a sharp nail and had driven it into my ass. Unable to help myself, I reached around and rubbed my poor bottom.

"I told you NOT to move baba," Rashida scolded me. "So that stroke will be given again. Please return your hands back to position."

"Yes, bua."

SWOOSH!

This time, after the stroke hit, I stayed in place and said "One! Thank you, bua."

SWOOSH!

SWOOSH!

I received nine (well, really ten) counted strokes on my blistering bottom. Before my last stroke, Rashida commanded, "Baba, remain like this bent over the bed after your last stroke."

"Yes, bua."

SWOOSH!

"T-t-ten! Thank you, bua!"

"Baba, you took this punishment very well." Rashida praised me. I felt happy, not only was my punishment over, but I had managed to put my mistress in a good mood. I still did not dare move though - I remained on the bed. No doubt my bottom was now covered in a series of welts that ware causing me raw biting pain. I could hear some rustling, and then I felt Rashida's hands on my bum. Oooh, it felt cold! She was rubbing some soothing lotion over my ass.