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Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16
Date: 12/27/2023, Categories: BDSM Author: byspankedboy, Source: Literotica
... bend over the back of the chair, so I was bent over with my hands grasping the seat of the chair for support, my ass hanging over the back of the chair, and my legs spread apart. "Bua," I asked, as she patted my bum before the beating. "Do I count from one?" "Baba," Rashida laughed. "Do you remember the count for the spanks?" "Er ... yes,bua." I was proud I remembered the number of times she had spanked my buttocks with her bare hand. "It was 32,bua." "Good job,baba!" Rashida lightly tapped my bum. "Now for this beating, I want to do things differently. I want you to start counting from 100, and countdown rather than up." "Er ... yes,bua." "We will see how much you can take,baba." Rashida told me. "And the number that remains is the number of times I will spank you at some future time, without mercy." "Er ... ok, I mean, yes,bua." "So when you want me to stop, ask me for my mercy." "Yes,bua." Rashida arched her hand, raised the spatula high in the air and then let go. Her arm came crashing down, and the cupped end of the spatula landed with a crash on the delicate skin of my already smarting behind. WHAP! A thousand volts of pain ran through my body as I quivered. "100! I ... um... thank you,bua. Please hit me again." WHAP! "99! T-t-thank you,bua. Please hit me again." WHAP! "Er... 98! I ... thank you,bua. P-p-please ... hit me ... again." WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! And so it continued. I wanted her to stop, really, but I ...
... was also aware that with each hit, I was lessening the future punishment. Still there was only so much I could take. WHAP! "87!Bua, mercy! Please, have some mercy on me, my mistress! Mybua!" "Hmm." Rashida pondered. "Only thirteen ... or fourteen hits and you are begging for mercy,baba? That won't do. Keep counting! I want to stop at a lower number." "Er ... yes,bua. But please, have some mercy on me." "Keep counting,baba." WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Finally, when the count was seventy five, Rashida stopped. I remained bent over, whimpering, tears streaming down my face, as Rashida examined her handiwork. "Very nice,baba." She said. "Few large red bruises, good strike marks, nice welts and your right butt cheek is quite black and blue.Amma will love it." "I .... Sniff! .... Er ... thank youbua." "I would have preferred to continue,baba," Rashida admonished me, "but Idid give you the option of begging for mercy." "Thank you,bua." "Stand up,baba. Now ... do you want to cum tonight?" I looked up at Rashida, my eyes still red, but my cock suddenly snapping to attention. Rashida started to laugh when she saw that. "Er ... yes,bua. Can I please,bua?" I pleaded. "My cock is paining,bua. It would be a great relief to cum,bua." "If you make me cum,baba," Rashida promised, "I'll make you cum." "Oh, yes,bua, I will!" I told her enthusiastically. "However," Rashida warned me, "If you fail to make me cum, you won't cum tonightand you may get ...