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Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 03

My Indian maid instructs me on masturbation, and sets up regular spankings -- Tarek Zia.

It was 11 pm, and a hot Thursday night to boot. I closed the door to my room and lied down on my bed, and started to think about the last three very unusual weeks of my suddenly unusual life. In those last three weeks I had been punished several times by Rashida. That would be OK if I was a little boy and Rashida was my mother or aunt or nanny, but I was eighteen and Rashida was my maid servant. A normally obedient and suppliant domestic servant who suddenly had no qualms taking me -- the son of the master of the house -- by the ear and giving me a severe punishment. The last such incident had been four days ago.

It had been a lazy Sunday afternoon, with my parents away on some party, and I was feeling particularly hungry. I had a cricket match in the morning and had skipped lunch. Upon returning home, I had immediately taken a bath. Even during that activity, I was mindful of Rashida's clear instructions, and cleaned myself as she had ordered me to. Then, after dressing myself, I headed for the kitchen.

Where are the maids, I thought, as I walked into an empty pantry. We were expecting some guests in the evening, so Rashida must be busy cleaning the house here and there, but at least Rubina should have been in the kitchen, preparing food.

Rubina was our younger maid. She was around my age -- eighteen. But this was India, and it was the luck of the draw that I was born to a privileged family and she was from a poor upbringing. So she was now working as our maid, taking orders from Rashida, the senior maid, as needed, and generally being a useful little thing around the house, while I would go off to university and be a big shot later in life.

I noticed some pastries on the table in the kitchen, covered in a transparent wrap. They were probably for some guests later in the evening. And they looked really tempting.

"Oh, no one will miss one." I thought, as I started to take off the cover. "I am so hungry."

That was when Rashida and Rubina had both walked in.

"Baba!" Rashida was astonished. "What are you doing?"

"I ... uh... I was hungry ..."

"Did I not tell you that whenever food is covered in a wrap, Tarek, they are not to be touched?" Rashida rebuked me. "You silly boy!"

"Yes, bua. I am sorry." I answered, my eyes staring at the floor.

"It's a simple instruction, Tarek." Rashida was angry. "Don't touch food covered with a wrap. This food is for guests, and we made a specific amount only."

"Yes, bua. I am so sorry."

Rubina was watching our exchange with what I can only term as curious amusement. Here was I, the master of the house, apologizing to my maid, and she was scolding and rebuking me like a little child. A small smile played at the corner of Rubina's lips. She must not also have failed to notice that Rashida was calling me by my name, Tarek, rather than the respectful "baba", which is what the maids usually used.

"Rubina." Rashid turned to the younger maid. "Can you go and make the beds in the master bedroom and in baba's bedroom? Make sure there's fresh towels in the toilets as well."

"Er ... yes, apa."

Rubina seemed a little surprised with this sudden instruction, but she immediately turned around and left. I thought I saw a gleam of amusement in her eyes as she exited. Rashida then turned back to me.

"Why do you always fail to listen to instructions, baba?" Rashida asked me. "Now you must be punished. Stand with your face against the wall!"

"Bua ... I ..." I hesitated. It was in the afternoon, and Rubina could be back any minute. Besides, my parents could also be back at any time.

"Baba, that will cost you extra punishment." Rashida stated matter-of-factly. "How many times have I told you that once I say something, I expect you to obey it AT ONCE!"

"Yes, bua. I just thought that Rubina ..."

Rashida walked up to me. Her voice was cold and firm.

"Stand with your face against the wall."

"Yes, bua." I resigned myself to the punishment I was about to get.

I braced myself, face against the wall, my hands flat on it, propping up my body, with my back to Rashida. My plump maid servant walked over to stand behind me, her hands reaching around me and unbuckling the belt on my trousers. Her hands then reached down and and worked my zipper. As she unzipped me, my penis immediately sprang free from its confines. Rashida wrapped her fingers around my manhood.

"You are getting hard, baba." She told me, rubbing me.

"Er ... yes, bua."

Rashida always liked to stroke me a little before starting my punishments. It made things hard for me, pun intended, when I was getting my ass whooped while my dick was stiff.

Rashida continued to move her hands. My pants now fell to the floor. What a sight for anyone that would walk into the kitchen then! I, the master of the house, standing against the wall, butt naked, and my maid Rashida was fondling my testicles.

"Do you like getting punished, baba?' She asked me, even as I continued to get erect.

"I ... uh ... bua, you know ..." I was at a loss for words.

"Never mind, baba. Brace yourself for your punishment. Your second beating this week, Tarek, I have to say!"

"I am so ashamed, bua."

Rashida moved to stand a little distance behind me, and picked up a spatula from the sink. She then slowly raised her hand.

WHAP!

"Ow! One! Thank you, bua, for the beating. I am sorry for trying to eat the guests' food. Please beat me again."

As I had been well taught by now, I mumbled my thanks to Rashida. I was thanking her -- for spanking me -- and asking for one more. This ... to my maid.

WHAP!

"Two! Thank you, bua, for that. I am sorry I didn't listen to you at once. Please punish me again."

"With pleasure, baba. It looks like you will need a lot more over the years to properly rectify your behavior, Tarek."

"Yes, bua."

WHAP!

"Ow! Ow! Three! Thank you, bua, for the spank. Please punish me again."

"Why are you squirming, baba?"

"I have never been spanked by something so hard like a spatula, bua."

WHAP!

"Owwwww! F-f-four! Thank you, bua, for the b-b-beating. P-p-please punish me again."

"What was regrettable, baba, was that no one ever punished you while growing up. You have become a spoiled young man, and now it's up to me to properly train you into a polite, humble gentleman who respects women."

"Y-y-yes, bua."

WHAP!

"OUCH! Five! T-t-thank you, bua, for the punishment. I am t-t-truly sorry about my behaviour. P-p-please punish me again."

"An aunt, or your mother, should have done this a long time ago, baba. Now it has fallen to your lowly maid servant to guide you and teach you, Tarek."

"Yes, bua. I am yours to be trained, bua. Please spank me."

WHAP!

Initially I was trying to speak in a soft voice and not make too many loud noises for fear of attracting Rubina's attention, but as the pain increased I forgot about that as I started to cry and bawl.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Six! Thank you, bua. Please can I have one more?"

"You certainly will, baba. You must remember that we maids work hard. We are given instructions to make so many pastries for the party. If one is missing, it looks bad on us."

"Yes, bua. I understand, bua. I am truly sorry, bua. Please forgive my mistake, bua."

WHAP!

"Ufff! Ouch! Seven! Thank you, bua, for the spank. Please can I have one more?"

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Rashida continued to beat me, again and again. The assault on my buttocks continued hard and fast. My maid was an expert spanker, and the spatula found its mark repeatedly, alternating between each ass cheek. My buttocks were burning. After fifteen swats (or was it twenty?), Rashida placed the spatula in the sink.

Phew! I thought I was done. Alas, Rashida had other plans.

"I must punish you for not obeying me as soon as you could. See, if you have just obeyed me, it would have been over by now." She informed me. "Now I have to give you a hand spanking over my lap to teach you a lesson."

"Uh ... yes, of course, bua. I am yours to be punished, bua. From next time, I will listen immediately, bua."

I vaguely hoped my abject apologies would lessen, or even cancel, the impending punishment. No such luck.

Pulling out a stool and placing it in the centre of the kitchen, Rashida sat down. The stool creaked slightly under her weight, as Rashida fluffed out her sari to seat herself comfortably. Her big butts covered the whole surface area of the stool. Then she instructed me to position myself over her lap. All of this, in the kitchen, with the doors open and Rubina could walk in any moment.

I was now butt naked and lying across my shapely maid servant Rashida's lap for a spanking. She spread apart her legs a bit, allowing my now erect penis to dangle between her thighs. Rashida cupped my ass cheeks with her striking hand and slowly caressed my butt, prolonging my agony.

"Baba, you have a very spankable bottom." Rashida said. "Is that why you are always doing things that lead to a spanking?"

"Oh no, bua. I am truly sorry I didn't obey you at once. Believe me, bua, I do not want to get a spanking from you."

Rashida continued to caress my behind. Then, suddenly, without warning, she spanked my butt cheek.

SPANK!

It was a thunderous crack as her hand hit my derriere.

"Ow! Ow!" I cried out. Then, I remembered and added, "One! Thank you, bua, for the spank. I am sorry, please spank me again, bua."

"Baba." Rashida squeezed the butt cheek she had just hit, sending jolts of pain travel up my spine. "It's not that I want to hit you. It's that I have to hit you. Why do you give me reasons to punish you? I don't like to see you like this, naked, humiliated, over my knees."

SPANK!

"Two. OUCH! I am sorry, bua, I really am. I will try to be more thoughtful of my actions in the future, bua. Can I have one more?"

"I was quite fond of you, Tarek," Rashida said, patting my bum. "You practically grew up in front of me. And I wanted you to be a good boy. That is why I now have to discipline you."

"Yes, my dear bua, I understand that. I am so sorry, my lovely bua."

SPANK!

"Three. I am sorry, my dear bua, that I failed your expectations. Bua, I am glad you are taking the initiative and punishing me. I am grateful that you are taking care of me. Please spank me again, bua."

"You will never be a manly man, baba. So it is important that at least you learn to serve the women around you. To satisfy them, to obey them, and to worship them."

"Yes, my dear bua."

SPANK!

"Ow! Four. Ow! I am sorry, bua. Thank you for the spank, bua. Can I have one more, bua?"

"Since you are born to serve women, Tarek, to be a slave to them, to keep them happy ... I want you to do a good job in that, baba. That's why you are being punished."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"Five. Ow! Ow! Ow! Please forgive me, bua. I am so sorry. Please spank me again, bua."

"You have a small nunu (penis), baba. You will never keep a woman happy with that, baba. So you better learn to be a proper slave and keep a woman happy in other ways, baba."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"OUCH! Six. Ow! I am sorry, bua. I know I have a small dick, bua. Please spank me again."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Rashida continued to spank me thoroughly as I squirmed and thrashed about on her lap, my exposed erect penis dangled between her legs as I laid across her thighs. As my spanking continued, I felt quite helpless with her firm grip on my body.

"Alright, baba, stand up. Now put on your pants. I don't want Rubina to come and see you in this pathetic condition."

"Yes, bua."

I hurriedly put on my pants. I was now dressed, but had a butt that was stinging from her blows. Not to mention, a raging hard-on.

"Baba, come here. Stand and face me. I am going to slap you four times."

"Yes, bua." I meekly obeyed her.

Rashida raised a hand.

SLAP!

I reflected upon the fact that for the first time in many years, I was being physically punished. And for the first time ever, a woman, that too our maid, was slapping me.

SLAP!

Rashida loved to slap me. And after every slap, I had to count and thank her, and ask for one more.

SLAP!

This humiliation was similar to my spanking. Whenever I was to be punished, Rashida stripped me naked and spanked me on my bare bum. I had to count each spank, thank her, and ask her for one more.

SLAP!

Long before Rashida had started to discipline me, she had been the object of my desires and many a times I had jerked off to thoughts of lying across her lap and her hands smacking my bum as my dick rubbed against the flesh of her fat milky thighs. I knew I always had a thing for mature, bigger, dominant women. Never did I realize how quickly my situation would mirror my thoughts, and how I would demean myself at my maid's hands every day.

"Alright, that's enough for now, Tarek." Rashida said. "I am sure you will now think ten times before eating food meant for guests."

"Yes, bua. I am deeply ashamed, bua."

It was not a moment too soon. Just as Rashida finished slapping me, Rubina entered the kitchen.

"All the beds and toilets are done, apa." She announced.

"Good." Rashida turned to her. "Here, take this spatula from the sink. Note the green handle on this. Put it separately from the others. Do not use this particular spatula for cooking."

"Yes, apa."

I glanced at Rubina. Once again she had a sly grin as she carried out Rashida's instructions. Was she standing outside the door while I had been punished? Did she hear about how I had apologized to Rashida repeatedly while she had slapped me? I couldn't tell, Rubina's eyes were indecipherable.

Rashida turned back to me.

"Baba, you can go now. Please think about what happened today."

I cringed as Rashida scolded me once again in front of Rubina.

"Yes, bua. I will, bua. I won't repeat it again, bua."

"We will see, baba."

That had been four days ago. As I lay in bed, I wondered how it had come to this -- that I was allowing my maid servant -- MY MAID SERVANT! -- to punish me as and when and how she willed.

I knew why, of course. I liked it. Well, no, I didn't like the punishments. I liked the idea of her punishing me. I mean, I always knew I was a bit different from the other boys. I secretly liked it when a female teacher would hold and twist my ear for some misdemeanor. I liked it when my Social Studies teacher Mrs. Helen D'Souza took me to her office and caned me. I love it when Rashida ...

Hell ...

I even think I was falling in love with Rashida! She was all I could think about when I had some free time. Her thick beautiful lips. Her plump navel. Her big, bouncy breasts. Her equally bubble buttocks. And how she powerfully kept me under her foot.

Slowly I put my hand inside my pajamas, and started to rub myself.

In the last three days, I hadn't masturbated once. I just hadn't had the time with school and cricket and homework. And now, with all my spankings, slaps, canings and beatings, I felt I HAD to cum. It was 11 pm, and everyone was in bed. Slowly, I started to rub myself harder and harder.

I knew what I was doing was against Rashida's rules. She didn't want me to masturbate unless I asked her for permission. And to be fair, Rashida never told me NOT to masturbate if I asked her.

"Baba." She told me, the last time when I had asked her. "I know you ... boys ... have to masturbate. It's a disgusting habit."

"Er ... yes, bua." I had replied. "But please, bua, can I do it? I need to."

"OK ... do it tonight, baba. But I want you to clean up your mess properly. It's disgusting, and I don't want to see a stain on the bed sheet or chair or anywhere, OK?"

"Yes, bua. Thank you, bua."

"Good. Now kiss my feet, Tarek."

That had been more than three days ago. Now it was late at night, and I really wanted to. How would Rashida come to know if I really cleaned up?

Oh Rashida, I thought, as I continued to rub myself. I love your lips. I love your breasts. And most of all, I love your buttocks. Oh, Rashida!

Suddenly, the door to my room was pushed open. It had been unlocked, of course, as per Rashida's instructions. And it was Rashida who opened the door to my bedroom and walked in, authoritatively, as if she owned the house and this was her room, not mine. Gently shutting the door, she turned around to face me. Immediately, out of respect, I stood up, quite aware that I had a bulge in my pajamas.

Rashida had just taken a shower, and her hair was still wet and clung to her face. Right now, as she glanced at me, she had a light smile on her face. I suddenly realized I had been staring at her breasts rising and falling with her breathing, and she had caught me looking. She also glanced at my bulge, and gave me a firm look.

"Baba, what are you doing up so late?" She asked, with her hands on her waist, glancing at me sternly.

"Nothing, bua," I replied timidly. My cock twitched at the thought of what happened the very first time Rashida had walked into this room when I had been masturbating. That was when she had spanked me for the very first time.

"Are you wearing underwear, baba?" Rashida questioned, as she walked over and sat down on my bed. I remained standing, not daring to sit down unless Rashida gave me permission to.

"No, bua." I answered honestly.

"Why?"

I blushed deep red as I answered, "Bua, you have ordered me never to wear underwear at home."

"And why did I do that, baba?"

"So you can just pull down my pants and spank me easily whenever you want, bua."

"So, baba, you are the master of the house, yet you are now always ready to be put over my knees for a spanking. Me, the maid, gets to spank you. Any time."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida snapped her fingers. "Let's see how truthful you are, baba. Come here, Tarek Zia!"

She crooked a finger and beckoned me over. Like a well-trained slave, I walked over until I was standing just in front of her. Rashida reached for the drawstring of my pajamas. She moved slowly, intentionally prolonging my humiliation. I knew that in a few moments, I would be naked waist down in front of my maid, with my private parts all exposed. Once she had undone my drawstring, Rashida pulled down the zipper of the pajamas. Never looking up, she then grabbed the sides of my pajamas and gave a sharp jerk. Ignoring the small bump that was my rising erection, Rashida continued to lower my clothing. Once they were past my dick, which sprang out, Rashida let go as the pajamas fell in a heap at my ankles.

"So you were telling the truth." Rashida exclaimed, pulling on my testicles and rolling them like a small piece of cookie dough. "Baba, my esteemed master, the son of a distinguished businessman in the city, you don't wear underwear around the house because you are now always ready to receive a spanking on your bum from me, your old maid."
"Yes, bua." I admitted, my face red with embarrassment. Then I added, perhaps a little boldly, "You are not old, bua. You are a very beautiful woman."

Still holding me by the balls, Rashida asked me, "When was the last time I punished you, baba?"

She had completely ignored my faint attempt at flirting with her! I felt so humiliated. As if it wasn't enough that she now had my balls in her hand!

"Four days ago, bua." I answered.

"Yes, it was four days ago, that I had spanked you last." Rashida nodded, rubbing my balls with the palm of her hand. "And again, now here you are, butt naked, standing in front of me -- your lowly maid servant. And I am fully clothed, in command, seated on your bed, while you are completely lengta (naked). And I am the one playing with your bichi (testicles)."

I cringed with embarrassment.

"You have interesting balls, baba." Rashida wrapped two fingers around my right testicle and shook it slightly, before repeating the action with my left. "They are so much bigger than your little nunu. Full of cum, aren't you, baba?"

"Er .. yes, bua." I grew hopeful. Was she going to give me a release?

"This small little nunu of yours ..." Rashida held my penis with two of her fingers with disdain. "This is always getting you into trouble."

"Yes, bua."

"It's because of this small nunu," Rashida told me, gently rubbing one finger on the vein running across my briskly hardening phallus. "That you are in this situation today, baba."

"Yes, bua."

"This tiny nunu of yours has now made you a servant of your maid, baba." Rashida kept stroking me. "You are the scion of a wealthy, powerful family, and yet here you are, being scolded, punished and humiliated by your kaajer meye (maid)!"

I could only silently agree with my embarrassing predicament.

"Do you want to cum, baba?" Rashida asked me, with a devious grin on her face. She continued to rub me, and I was now completely turgid.

"Er ... yes, bua. Yes! Can I, please?"

"No! You have to earn it, Tarek. Earn it with good behavior!"

"Oh!"

Rashida let go of my manhood and snapped her fingers.

"Tarek! Bow down to me, your mistress, and lick my feet!"

"Yes, my lovely bua, my beautiful bua, you are my mistress, and I am your slave, worthy enough only to lick your feet."

With as much dignity and poise as I could, given that I was stark naked from the waist down and sporting a rock hard penis, I cravenly rushed to obey her command. I immediately prostrated myself on the floor and started to lap at her feet. I ran my tongue along each of her toes and sucked on each one of them. I then licked her ankles until her feet were dripping wet. I loved being in this position -- in complete submission to my lovely mistress.

"Stop!" She ordered. "Now, lie down! Face down on the floor! Put your face under my feet."

As commanded, I laid down on the floor on my belly, face down. Rashida then placed her feet on the back of my head, kneading her heels into my cheeks. So here was I, the rich son of a rich family, and my head was being used as a footrest by our lowly maid!

I lay there for a good fifteen minutes as Rashida continued to rub her feet against my head. Then she resumed talking to me.

"The last time I spanked you," Rashida told me, "was for trying to eat something that was clearly not meant for you. I also see that you haven't shaved yourself completely -- there's some pubic hair around your nunu and bichi. I asked you to shave yourself once a week. Clearly, you do not know how to follow the rules I set in this house. And today, I now find you alone in your room, no doubt ready to masturbate. I specifically told you to ask for my permission before doing so."

"I am so sorry, bua."

"Get up!"

I stood, my eyes cast down on the floor, waiting apprehensively. What did my maid have in mind for me?

"Baba, take off your shirt and your watch, so you are completely naked."

"Yes, bua."

Dutifully, I did as ordered. I was now totally unclothed, in front of my busty old maid, ready for more punishment, and I was also excited, as my dick was erect. Rashida stood up and grabbed my ears with each hand. She twisted my right ear sharply, and then my left ear.

"Ow!" I gave a yelp as she continued to twist my ears. I was being punished like a naughty schoolboy.

"I can't be bothered to come and spank you here whenever you are up to something, baba." Rashida told me. "But you need regular spankings, otherwise your behavior starts to become bad."

"Yes, bua. I am a bad little boy who needs to be spanked."

"Shut up, Tarek Zia! You don't need to repeat everything I say! This is not a game."

"Er ... yes, bua."

"You will report to my room, two nights a week. Monday and Thursday." Rashida let go of my now very red ears and started to instruct me. "At 9 pm at this house, everyone goes to bed. So you will come to my room sharply at 10.30 pm. You will knock on the door and ask for my permission to come in."

"Yes, bua." I submissively nodded.

"You will then go to a corner in my room, and strip off your clothes. This is important. I want you completely undressed for your punishments. Do you understand, baba?"

"Yes."

SLAP!

Rashida had slapped me! The slap had been so sudden, so out of the blue! One minute she had been talking with me and the next moment the mark of her five fingers was slowly spreading across my cheek.

"Yes, WHAT, baba?"

"Yes, bua, I understand. I am extremely sorry, bua. Thank you for the slap, bua. Please slap me again, bua."

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Good. So you will come into my room, and then strip completely. Then you will stand in the corner, facing the wall, until I decide how and when to punish you. After your punishment is over, you can put your clothes on and walk back to your room. This you will do every Monday and Thursday."

"Yes, bua." So I was now to be regularly spanked. And no doubt, failure to follow her instructions would lead to additional punishments.

"And since we didn't have any punishments today, and it's a Thursday," Rashida grabbed my right ear firmly with one hand, "We will go to my room now."

She started to lead me by the ear out of my room.

"But, bua, I am completely naked!" I blurted out. "What if Rubina is still up and around?"

Rashida turned around, her eyes blazing with fury. She had my ear in her hand, and she now started to twist it.

"Ow! Ow! Bua, my ear!"

Rashida said nothing, but continued to twist and pinch my ear as I begged her for mercy.

"Bua, please! Ow! I am so sorry, my dear bua, ow! Please forgive me! Ow! Ow! I shouldn't question your orders, bua. Ow!"

Finally, she stopped.

"Do you have anything else to say, baba?" She asked me coldly.

"No, bua, no I don't." I meekly surrendered.

"Do you have a problem, Tarek, if I lead you by the ear to my room RIGHT NOW, as you are, naked?"

"No, bua, I don't."

"Good."

Rashida raised a hand and caught me by the other ear.

"Then let's go." She said, giving this ear a tug.

Rashida pulled me by the ear out into the corridor. The house was quiet as everyone had indeed gone to bed. My parents went to bed early like clockwork, and usually the maids would wrap all the cleaning work and be in bed by 10 pm as well.

Rashida, my hard working chubby maid servant, was leading me through my own house firmly by the ear. I blushed as much from the humiliation as from the pain of her grip. I would realize later that for Rashida, this trip to her bedroom was an important part of my whole discipline scene. Here I was, her master and she my maid, and yet here was I, completely naked with no protection should anyone see us. I was submitting completely to her leading me by my ear to her bedroom so she could spank and punish me. It made her completely in charge and let me be her little wimpy slave boy. Rashida knew my heart was pounding with fear as I tried to anticipate what she would do to me. The trip to her bedroom gave me more time to think about it, which added to my agony.

Rashida led me through the hallway to the rear of the house, into the servants' quarters, and then to her room, where she opened the door. Her room was right beside Rubina's room. Thankfully, Rubina was nowhere to be seen, and her own door was shut. She must have been asleep by now. Or so I hoped.

"Next Monday," Rashida told me, as she led me into her room, "you will stand outside this door and knock. Only after I give the permission will you enter."

"Yes, Rashida." I answered. "I ..."

Rashida let go of my ear and raised her hand.

SLAP!

Her hand left a large red print on the side of my cheek.

"I am so sorry, bua." I hastily mumbled out an apology. I had taken her name by mistake. "It won't happen again."

"Good." Rashida pointed at the door. "Now shut that door unless you want the whole house to hear you scream while I give you a thrashing."

"Yes, bua."

I gently shut and locked the door.

"Good! Now come here and stand in front of me!" Rashida ordered sharply.

I obeyed her and stood directly opposite her, facing her.

"Start counting," She simply said, raising a hand.

SLAP!

I got one more across the face.

"One! Thank you, bua, I .."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Rashida slapped me thrice, giving me no time to even do the mandatory count. Her hands moved fast, slapping me right, then left, then right again. My cheeks were now bright crimson, partly due to her slaps, and partly due to my shame and humiliation at having been so mercilessly slapped by my maid.

"You did not count the slaps, baba." Rashida smirked at me. She hadn't given me the time!

"Er, bua, I .."

SLAP! SLAP!

"Did I ask you to say something, baba? Did I say you could speak while being punished, baba?"

I looked up at her. "I was doing the count ..."

SLAP!

Yet another slap landed on my cheeks. I thought it was because I did not say "bua" so I tried again.

"No, bua, but I wanted to count ..."

SLAP!

Once more she thrashed me across my cheeks. Rashida had a smile on her face.

"I am very angry at you baba. It is clear that despite our previous punishment sessions, your mind is obsessed with sex and masturbation. You have made me very angry, baba. Do you understand, baba?"

I was completely at her mercy. Rashida had never slapped me like that before. Whenever Rashida punished me with slaps, she would always slap me first, wait for me to count and thank her for the slap, and then slap me again. Now, whatever I did, I was going to get slapped. So I just looked at her.

SLAP!

"I asked you a question, baba, did I not?"

"Yes, bua, you did".

SLAP! SLAP!

"Sorry, bua, I ... "

SLAP! SLAP!

Rashida continued to slap me, again and again. Prior to her starting to punish me, no one had ever slapped me. And here I was getting slapped, again and again, by my maid. Finally, after what must have been fifteen slaps, Rashida relented. I had tears running down my cheeks as the sharp pain of her slaps pinched at me.

"Please don't slap me anymore, bua, please don't," I begged. The ferociousness with which I had been slapped had scared me. "Please bua, I'll be a good little boy from now on. I will not masturbate without asking you, bua."

"It's too late for that, baba!" Rashida responded, "You deserve a good sound thrashing on your pasa ON A REGULAR BASIS and that is exactly what you are going to get!"

"Yes, bua."

Rashida waited until I stopped sobbing and had composed myself. Then she gently cupped my chin with a hand and nudged my head so I was looking into her eyes. She had a gentle smile on her lips.

"Do my punishments hurt you, baba?"

"Yes, bua."

"Do they cause you pain, physical pain, baba?"

"Yes, bua." My cheeks were stinging now.

"Then why do you submit to them, baba? Why do you allow me to punish you, baba? After all, I am but your maid servant."

I didn't know what to say. She was right. She was my maid servant. Why did I submit to her? Why did I let her slap me, spank me, cane me?

"I ... I ... I deserve it, bua." I finally responded. "I deserve your punishments. You are not just my maid. You are my mistress, bua. I have accepted you as my mistress, and have become your slave, bua. Bua ... I ... I love you, and someone I love has the complete right to guide me and punish me when I deserve it."

I love her?! OH MY GOD! Why did I just admit that to her? I had no idea why I said that. What I knew was that I loved being punished by her.

"Good! That is the answer I wanted to hear. Baba, do you know why I punish you so much? Why I have made you my bitch?"

I looked at her. Rashida had a kindly smile on her face as her hands cupped my cheeks.

"Because, baba, I too, love you." Rashida leaned forward and gently kissed my right cheek. "And when I see someone I love doing a bad thing, I want to fix it. I want to correct you. I want to see you always on the right track."

Rashida then kissed my left cheek.

"So, baba, I will continue to punish you. You will be my little bitch for a very, long time."

"Oh, bua!" I suddenly gushed out, my emotions overcoming me. "I love you, bua! I love being your bitch. I love your punishments. I love submitting to you. I love being your slave! Please keep me as your bitch for a long time, my dear bua."

Surprisingly, Rashida then gave me a hug. My face was crushed against her boobs as she wrapped her powerful arms around me and held me tight. She then held my head in her hands and kissed my cheeks.

Smooch! Smooch!

She covered my face with wet kisses and hugged me and pressed my lips to her chest. I drunk in her smell and sweat in ecstasy as I too hugged her back, wrapping my hands around her waist. Mmm! Her boobs smelled lovely. I drew my head back, giving her a big smile, and then kissed her a big sloppy kiss on each of her cheeks.

The same cheeks of mine that minutes ago bore the marks of her fingers now oozed with her saliva as she gave me her wet, sloppy kisses. My penis was completely erect as Rashida stood back after giving me a final kiss. If she had felt it poking her as I hugged and kissed her, she didn't say anything.

"Do you know what those kisses were for, baba?" She asked, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

"I ... bua ... I don't ...." I was tongue tied.

"They were for showing you that despite punishing you, I still like you, and despite you being my bitch, I still care about you, and it's a reward for taking your punishment so obediently."

"Thank you, bua."

"Good, now back to business!"

Rashida snapped her fingers and I once again stood straight, attentive.

"I am going to give you a spanking, once with my hairbrush, and then with my cane, and then you are free to go for the night, until next Monday."

"Yes, bua."

I loved her. I am in love with Rashida. Such a caring, thoughtful, kindly mistress! I had forgotten how I had been slapped by her just moments ago. If those slaps led to these moments of love, she can slap me again and again!

Rashida turned to her bed and stacked the pillows on the middle. As she was bent over doing it, I could not help but glance at her butts, and could see the outline of the crack of her ass as the sari rode deep into the cleft, and her butts jiggled as she moved around. Rashida placed a towel on top of the pillows.

"Lie down on the pillows with your arms and legs spread wide," Rashida instructed me. I did so, and I feel very vulnerable in this position, because I was totally exposed. To further embarrass me, Rashida adjusted the pillows so that my penis and balls hung down between my legs. Rashida then showed me the hair brush she was going to use on my ass.

"Stay still." She ordered me.

SWAT!

"One, thank you, bua." I said.

SWAT!

"Two, thank you, bua." I said.

This continued for about fifteen swats from her hairbrush, and just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, Rashida told me, "Stand up again, Tarek, hands at your sides. You will now get a caning, bent over that chair. Twenty strokes should be enough. No need to count this time, just thank me and ask for another one."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida took the chair that was in front of the dresser and put it in the middle of her room, and asked me to "assume the position" -- i.e. bend over it.

"Grip the seat of the chair with your hands", she said, "If you move, the stroke will be repeated."

SWOOSH!

My bum was already sore, and when the first stroke fell, it was as if a sudden force had gripped me and left me in shock. I could hardly hold my position, let alone count!

"I didn't hear you, baba." Rashida complained. "Ask for another, and be sure to say thank you! Do I have to teach you all those things again?"

SWOOSH!

It hurt like crazy, but I still thanked her and begged her for another one.

SWOOSH!

Now my whole bottom felt like it was on fire, but I managed to remain in position and thanked Rashida. With each stroke, she would taunt me.

"I should get Rubina to help me spank you, baba. She would love to thrash an ass like yours."

"Thank you bua. I would love to have my ass thrashed by Rubina bua as well, bua. Please cane me again."

SWOOSH!

"How does it feel to be caned by your maid? Baba, do you like it?"

"Thank you, bua, for your punishment. Please cane me again."

SWOOSH!

"I should get my younger sister to spank you, baba. How would it feel to have a younger girl spank your bare naked bum?"

SWOOSH!

"Maybe all the maids of this mohalla (area) would love to spank you, baba. We should have a spanking party with you as the centre of attention -- our own boy toy."

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

Soon, I had only one stroke left.

"This is going to be the last, the hardest", Rashida informed me. "And after you receive it and thank me for it, I want you to stay in position"

SWOOSH!

"Ow! Ow! OUCH! Thank you, bua." I said.

I felt Rashida's hands on my naked buttocks. She was running her fingers on the marks left from the caning, and admiring her work. Then she leaned in and pressed against me, and enveloped my manhood with her hand.

"Oh, bua!" I gushed as her hands moved silkily across my penis.

"Come here, baba."

Rashida walked across the room and sat down on her bed. She snapped her fingers and beckoned me over. As I walked over, she took me by the wrist, forcing me to take a seat on her lap. I felt like a young boy sitting on his mother's lap. Except of course I was naked, and my maid was completely clothed. Moreover, as I sat down, my sore buttocks started to sting, and all I could think of was that this was my maid on whose thighs my bare bum now rested. My maid!
My cock was again getting aroused.

"My, my, my... my little master has a boner," Rashida crooned, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. She caressed my aching hardon. I badly wanted to cum, but I knew I had to wait until she said so.

"The first time I punished you, baba," Rashida told me, massaging my staff. "You were masturbating to my name in your room. The second time I spanked you, baba, you were trying to peep when Rubina was taking a shower. Today, again you were going to masturbate. Clearly, your hormonal urges are out of control and you think of us maids as sexual objects of your fantasy. That must be corrected, and that is why I spanked you just now. Are you ashamed of yourself?"

"Yes."

"Again, yes WHAT, baba?"

"Yes, bua. My lovely bua. My dear bua. My beautiful bua."

Rashida slowly started to knead my testicles in her hand.

"You think I am beautiful, baba?"

"Oh YES, bua. You are very beautiful."

"Even though I am old."

"No, bua. You are not old. You are ..."

"OK Tarek, that's enough flattery for now. It's getting you nowhere."

"Er ... yes, bua."

"Now baba, I am going to ask you some questions. The questions may make you feel embarrassed, but here you are, naked, on your maid's lap, your ass just having been thrashed by me, and your balls are in my hand, so I don't think it can get more embarrassing for you than this, can it?" Rashida laughed.

"No, bua, I mean, yes, bua ... this is ..."

"I did not ask you for a response, baba." Rashida admonished me, continuing to play with my balls. I was now getting quite, quite hard, and was on the verge of cumming.

"That was a rhetorical question." She then continued, "I want you to answer some questions for me, and I expect complete honesty when you answer. If I feel you are lying, you will not get to cum, do you understand?"

"Yes, bua. I understand."

"Good. Now, baba, how often do you play with yourself?"

" I... um... bua... I don't really ... after you spanked me then I don't ..."

"Baba! Answer the question!"

Rashida's tone left me no doubt she wanted an answer

"Usually I play with myself about once or twice every day, bua!"

"You should be ashamed of yourself, baba. There's two full grown female maid servants in the house, baba, and a boy your age, playing with himself in full view! We have to do something about that, baba."

My face turned a bright shade of red. I felt so humiliated to be in her room, being scolded by my maid for masturbating, and having a hardon while that scolding was taking place! And Rashida could clearly feel my penis throbbing in her hand with everything that she was saying to me.

"We need to tone your masturbation down." She told me. "You will now masturbate once a week, after I punish you, and once I have given you permission."

"Er ... yes, bua."

"And later on, we will keep increasing the time between your releases."

"Yes, bua."

"Now let's do something about this, baba." Rashida started to stroke my erect penis and balls. Her hands began to move faster and faster.

"Oh, bua. Oh, BUA. OH BUA!"

It didn't take much time, and soon I was squirting my cum into her hands, on my legs, on her legs and on the floor. When I was done, I felt totally drained but also happy.

Rashida put the cum drench fingers into her mouth and slowly licked them one by one. Then she asked me to leave the room while she cleaned up.

"I will see you Monday." She told me, as I left, hoping no one would once again see me or my warm, red, well spanked ass as I ran naked back to my room.

"Yes, bua." I was ready for Monday. "I love you, bua."
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