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Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16
Date: 12/27/2023, Categories: BDSM Author: byspankedboy, Source: Literotica
... ordered me to strip naked. Living in Kolkata, even though we were an Urdu speaking family, I spoke fluent Bangla, which is the language I used to converse with the maids. "Yes, my dear sweetbua." By now, it was routine for me, and I undressed quickly. After all these years, I had long lost my sense of dignity and shame of nudity around Rashida, and very quickly my T-shirt was placed on the bed, and then I rolled down my pants and stepped out of them. Now completely nude, I waited for my maid to issue the next set of instructions. My cock was slowly starting to get aroused, even though I knew she was here to punish me. At the back of my mind I was thinking,when we would be in Delhi, would she keep me naked all the time in our apartment? Whenever I would sit naked in front of my maid servant for a scolding or a punishment, I would feel incredibly humbled and meek. I had lost my sense of control and felt extremely vulnerable. I understood that my maid really does own me. Rashida then walked over to a cabinet where she knew I stored my clothes, on the other side of a room, and rummaged through it, before picking out a belt of mine. It was a leather belt that I often wore with my jeans, and it was a tough one that she sometimes used for my punishments. Rashida turned to look at me, naked, ready, waiting in rapt attention for her next command. "Baba, chair, now! Assume the position." "Yes, my dear lovelybua." Gulping, I positioned myself with my hands ...
... gripping the seat of my chair, bent over the backrest, with my butt sticking out, up, completely unprotected, and at the mercy of my buxom maid servant, to whom long ago I had submitted myself fully and wholeheartedly. As I said, I knew my place. I heard Rashida walk to stand behind me. LASH! LASH! LASH! Rashida belted my buttocks hard, whipping me thrice very rapidly. "Ow! Ow!" Was all I could say, as Rashida thrashed me. Even after all these years of being punished in various ways by my maids and other ladies, I still had trouble taking a proper lashing from a belt. Rulers, brushes, slaps and hand spanking I could handle, but caning was still tough, and a belt was even tougher. "Keep still,baba." Rashida murmured in annoyance. "One would think this is the first time I am lashing you with a belt." "Yes,bua. It is painful. I am so sorry, my dearbua. Please forgive me,bua." "Hmmph. It IS supposed to be painful. You were supposed to get a new suitcase for me from New Market. And now it is late, I can't start packing. This is why you are going to get lashed." "Yes,bua. I am sorry,bua." "Keep still,baba." LASH! "Even after all these years you are still lazy and do not obey me immediately when I give you a task." LASH! "I told you three days ago I need a new suitcase! And all you do is go to movies with your friends!" LASH! LASH! For the next ten minutes, Rashida continued to whip me, leaving me gasping for breath, before she decided ...