Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... lovelybua."

SPANK!

"Three! I am so sorry,bua. Please forgive me. I deserve to be punished, please spank me again."

SPANK!

"It's a mistake you have committed ..."

SPANK!

"... again, and again. Just like when I wanted to ..."

SPANK!

"... go visit my family. I had to wait ..."

SPANK!

"... until I now visit them, withyou,after your convocation."

SPANK!

"... And here we are ... again you are ..."

SPANK!

"... delaying obeying me. ..."

SPANK!

For the next ten minutes, Rashida continued to spank me. Finally, after what must have been thirty spanks, Rashida took a small breather. I was clenching and unclenching my buttocks as they had started to really sting, and I was also glad she was taking a break. Whenever Rashida was genuinely angry, my punishment was severe.

"Baba." Rashida commanded. "Go stand in that corner and think about why you are here. Standing naked in your maid's room. Getting punished. By your old and fat maid servant."

"Yes,bua.Bua, you are not old. You are beautiful."

"So ... I am fat?"

"Er ... no,bua ... you are ..."

"Just shut up and go and stand there in the corner."

As I stood in the corner, I heard Rashida get up. The wooden chair squeaked as my heavy (and yes, fat) maid stood up. I heard her walk towards her bed and sit down which creaked again as she put her weight on it.

Nothing further was said, and for next fifteen minutes or so, I remained standing in the corner, my face to the wall, my ...

... back to Rashida, my buttocks on fire. As I started to think about the situation I was in, standing stark naked in my maid's room, after getting thoroughly and humiliatingly punished by her, my cock started to get aroused. It was undeniable - I was not only in love with my maid, my domestic help, but I was in love with how she treated me, the way she punished me, the way I submitted totally to her.

"Baba!" My maid servant ordered, breaking the silence. "Come here."

"Yes,bua."

I took care to turn slowly, keeping my eyes on the floor and not looking her in the eye. As Rashida often reminded me, I was her lowly slave, and was NOT to look at my mistress in the eye but had to be deferential and respectful.

I knew my place, as Rashida liked to say. Just like outside this room, Rashida was our servant and she was the one who had to sit on the floor, inside her room it was I who was the slave, and I who had to keep my gaze down.

Obediently I walked to the bed where she was sitting. For a moment I wondered how normal it was that I was here, in my maid's room, completely naked, while she remained fully clothed, ready to punish me. I, the son of their employer, the master of the house, was willingly putting myself at my maid servant's mercy! My nudity further enhanced my complete vulnerability and added to my sense of powerlessness at the hands of my domestic help. "Class structure" my foot! Here I was, in her world. Yet she had trouble emerging from her own imposed social ...