Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

SLAP!

"Good. Now go back to kissing my feet, Tarek."

"Yes, choto bua."

"Make sure to lick in between the toes, Tarek."

"Yes, choto bua."

I continued to kiss her feet, making sure to lick everywhere she wanted, and then paying homage to her heel and her ankles. I could tell that she liked it, as she moaned softly. My cheeks were now stinging sharply from her slaps. I should have thought a bit and then answered! Of course, everything of her tastes good! How could I have said her toes tasted better than others!

Rubina then suddenly snapped her fingers.

"OK, baba. Enough! Get up! I want you kneeling on the floor in front of me."

"Yes, choto bua."

Rubina's hands slowly pinched both of my ears.

"Do you know why I love to give you a proper kaan dola, baba?" Rubina asked while beginning to once again twist my ears. This time both of my ears were subject to her hands.

As I remained silent, she continued, "Pulling your ear is a very effective punishment. It makes you understand your mistake easily. And also -- it tells you that I am the boss here -- even if I am your maid servant!"

Rubina maintained a firm grip and my ears were now stinging as she pulled my earlobes. While Rashida pulled my ear as a small punishment, Rubina loved to do a proper job on my ears. When she was done, my ears were red hot. I also never knew which one I felt more embarrassed by -- a kaan dola or a slap -- a thappar -- from her.

"Time for some strict punishment." Rubina once again snapped her fingers. "Assume the position, baba. Over my lap!"

"Yes, amar priyo choto bua."

It was time.

I positioned myself over my petite maid servant's knees, across her lap in a by now all too familiar position. I was a little bit clumsy, and I could hear her exhale in irritation. A shiver ran through me as I felt her hands on my buttocks.

"Higher, Tarek." Rubina ordered, squeezing my naked buttocks.

"Yes, choto bua." I adjusted myself accordingly.

"I wanted to come and give you some release." Rubina taunted me, rubbing my left bum cheek. "I know you have not cum in two weeks. Yet, for not doing your chore, it's your butt -- your pasa -- that's going to feel my hands, not your tiny, tiny nunu!"

"Er ... yes, choto bua. I am sorry, my beloved choto bua."

Rubina squeezed my bum and patted it.

"Such a nice, big, pasa." She grinned. "You are a pleasure to punish, baba. Your pasa turns a nice shade of red whenever I am done."

"Er ... yes, choto bua."

As I lay in this humiliating position, my eyes fell on the bag on the floor. For a moment I felt Rubina's hands off my behind, and she was rummaging through the bag.

"Before I worked here, baba." Rubina told me, picking out something from the bag. "I used to work at a hair dresser's place in Kolkata as a very young girl. I knew I had some hairbrushes from back then that I had brought with me to this house. I found this bag the other day in my trunk."

I could see a small hairbrush in her hand. It was long, and slender, and had a wooden body.

"This is a styling hairbrush, baba." Rubina told me, rubbing the brush along the back of my legs. "We used a wooden brush as it didn't break easily. The cheap Chinese plastic ones kept breaking all the time."