It was 10.25 pm, Monday, and like the proverbial memorable night in a movie, it was dark and stormy. Thunder and lightning rattled in the distance and the sound of rain falling constantly was ever present at the windows. Meanwhile, as my parents slept soundly in their room, I tiptoed my way quietly towards the servants' quarters.

You would think I would be terrified of Mondays and Thursdays. Those were the nights when I would report to my maid Rashida's room, where she would recount what I had done wrong during the last few days, and then punish me for it. By the time she was done, I was usually a blubbering mess with a sore bottom and an equally bruised ego. But I also looked forward to these nights. I was in a relationship – a strange one, and a one sided one, I admit – but a relationship nonetheless with my beloved. The nature of that relationship wasn't decided, yet, but for some reason, I felt like this was something that had been missing in my life all this time. I loved the fact that finally there was someone I could abjectly surrender and submit myself to. Even if that someone was my lowly maid servant.

It was humiliating when my maid servant would pull down my pants, put me over her lap and spank me, yes, but in a way I also found it fulfilling.

Right now, I was hoping I could get to Rashida's room without any one seeing me. The last few times I had been lucky – Rubina, our other, younger maid, had gone to bed and the house had been eerily quiet and silent as I had made my way to Rashida's room for my spankings. I wondered how long this luck would continue. Despite how I loved this type of relationship, I did not want anyone to know. This was India. When simply being in love with one's maid can be scandalous, imagine if anyone knew what she did to me!

I stood outside by Rashida's room and paused. The door was of course shut. I would knock for permission to enter, but at exactly 10.30 pm. There were still a couple of minutes left.

"Baba!" Suddenly I heard a voice that made me turn around. It was Rubina!

She had just emerged from her room. Most likely she was going to the washroom, and had now seen me standing outside Rashida's room, poised to knock on the door! She was dressed in a simple blue sari hugging her young, thin, curvaceous figure.

"Er ... Rubina." I acknowledged the young girl. Her eyes was big, open and inquisitive.

"It's late at night, baba." She told me, rather pointedly. "And you are ... here ... in the servants' quarters, baba?"

The tone was respectful, deferential, but also a little curious. And pointed. Her curiosity was warranted. Even though Rubina was my age, she was a servant and I was the son of the master of the house. I really shouldn't be in the servants' quarters at this time of the night. Or ever.

"I ... er ..." I tried to think of the excuses I had made up in my mind for such a scenario. "I had something I wanted to discuss with bua."

Rubina walked closed to me until she was standing inches away from me.

"At this time of the night, baba?"

"Er ... yes."

"How do you know Rashida apa is up at this time of the night, baba?" Rubina asked. "She could be asleep."

"Oh, I know bua is up." I told her. Immediately I realized my mistake.

"Oh, so you KNOW she is not asleep, baba? Is she expecting you?" Rubina's eyes bored into mine. "Don't you think, baba, if it came to be known that you were going to a maid servant's room at this time of the night, people will get ideas, baba?"

"Er ... what are you trying to say, Rubina?"

Rubina grinned and didn't answer the question. Her eyes pointedly looked at me, then travelled down to look at my rapidly hardening crotch, and then back up again.

"You respect Rashida apa a lot, don't you, baba?"

It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes, of course Rubina. Bua has been like ... like ... like a second mother to me."

"Bua. You call her bua now, never Rashida." Rubina noted. "You never take her name any more, and she even scolds you ... and you just listen, baba. And you even apologize! To a maid servant!"

"Er ... yes, of course Rubina. As I said, bua ... she's like my second mother."

"But she's your maid servant, baba. Yet she berates you and mocks you, and you just stand there and listen, baba. She gives you no respect, yet you meekly accept your scolding from her! Have you no sense of self respect?"

"Er ... no, Rubina. It's not like that." I tried to defend myself. "She is like my second mother and I respect her. She has full right to scold and punish me."

Punish me? Why the hell did I say that?

"Hmm." Rubina bit her lip. "I didn't know you suddenly respected your maid servants this much, baba. Do ... er ... I have the right to scold ... and ... hehe ... punish you, baba?"

"I ... er ..." For a moment I was at a loss for words.

"Maybe," Rubina reached out and lightly stroked my cheek with her hand. "If I scold and punish you, baba, maybe you too will visit my room at night?"

I was in a daze. Rubina was frightfully bold. Her hand lingered for a moment on my cheeks before withdrawing.

"Ok, never mind, baba." Rubina gave a little smile and twirled around. "I have to go to the bathroom now. I need to pee, baba. I need to pee badly. I am bursting here."

"Er ... ok, Rubina. Um ... why are you telling me this? Just go to the washroom!"

"I almost pissed in my panties, baba." Rubina told me, smirking. "Even now my panties have a dampness to them, baba."

This was getting very weird. Why was she telling me about her panties? Suddenly a realization dawned on me. Could it be ... that ... she knew about ... what I did? I shook my head. It wasn't likely.

"I wouldn't want to keep you from your ... er ... punishment ... with Rashida apa, baba!" Rubina broke my chain of thought. "I am sure you will have a lot to ... discuss! And maybe she will punish you again, baba!"

Laughing, she headed for the washroom.

Rubina hardly ever even talked with me. She was always deferential, and maintained a respectful silence around me, ever ready to rush to obey whatever command I issued. She was a maid after all.

Here ... she was positively teasing me. Touching me. Stroking my cheek. Her sly laughter, her twirl, her shake of the head, her grin, the slight jiggle of her butts ... what did she know about what happened with me on the other side of that door?

The door!

Shit! It was 10.40 pm! I was ten minutes late! Hastily I knocked on Rashida's door.

"Enter, baba!" Rashida's authoritative voice beckoned.

Rashida was lying down in her bed, her heads propped up by pillows, resting. She was reading a book. I gently shut the door, and made my way to the corner.

"You know what to do, baba." Rashida said, hardly ever looking up from her book.

"Yes, bua." I respectfully replied.

Once in the corner, I started to undress. After completely stripping off all of my clothes, I folded them and placed them on a counter table. Naked as the day I was born, I then demurely pressed my face against the wall, in the corner, my back to Rashida, and stood there in a "dunce" position for a while. I was naked, vulnerable, and had completely surrendered myself to my maid servant. I was presenting myself to her, placing myself completely at her mercy.

After some time, I heard a rustling sound from the bed. My chubby maid servant was getting up. I could hear Rashida walk towards me, and sensed her standing right behind me. I felt her hand on my shoulder, and then my back. She then caressed my butt and squeezed a butt cheek. My cock twitched slightly as her hand rested on the small of my back. I loved the feeling of her hand on my skin. I knew that soon my maid servant would be beating me, but for a moment, her hand radiated nothing but love.

I stood there silently, my face pressed against the corner, as my older maid servant groped and pinched my bottom at will. I felt like I was there for her amusement. Her hands moved all over my butt, patting it, squeezing it, poking it. After about two minutes, Rashida then pressed herself against my back, pushing my face against the wall.

"Your behavior this week had some disgraceful moments, baba."

"I ... er ... I am sorry, bua, for whatever I did."

"Oh, you WILL be sorry, young man." Rashida told me. "I have some plans for you tonight. First, though, you will learn how to serve me. Orally. Sexually."

"Er ... yes, bua."

Sexually? What did she have in mind for me? My penis tingled in anticipation.

"Second, you will be punished." Rashida then pinched me sharply on my buttocks. "When I have finished blistering your disrespectful little behind, you will not be able to sit down for a day!"

I gulped.

"I am really sorry, bua. Please forgive me."

"For what, baba?"

"I don't know, bua. But I am sure it was wrong, whatever I did."

"Look at you!" Rashida laughed. "Apologizing to your maid servant, and you don't even know what you did."

"Bua, I love you." I said. "And I trust you, my dear bua. If you said I did something wrong, I must have. I am truly sorry, bua, and please, please forgive me."

"I admire your devotion to me, Tarek. You are such a pathetic person, baba. Plus, you are late. You were supposed to be here sharp at 10.30. You were ten minutes late!"

"Yes, bua. I am sorry, bua. I ... I got spotted by Rubina, and she started to ask me questions."

"Enough, Tarek!" Rashida scolded. "I don't need excuses."

"Er ... yes, bua. I am sorry, bua. I won't be late again, I promise, my dear bua."

Still with her hands on my buttocks, Rashida gave it a couple of pats and then said, "Ok, baba. Follow me."

"Yes, bua."

I turned around. Rashida was dressed as usual in a simple silk sari that clung to her chubby frame. Her huge tummy and waist was exposed. Her gigantic boobs wanted to burst out of her small blouse. As she turned around with her back to me, I could see that the sari had gone deep into the crack of her anus. Her large shapely round buttocks jiggled as she walked to her bed.

I followed her until we both were standing beside her bed. Rashida turned to face me.

"Tarek." She said. "Tell me why you were sniffing through our panties the other day."

I gasped. So she knew. I wondered how.

"I ... er ... bua," I mumbled. "I was just going to my room from here last Thursday ..."

"When you saw our laundry basket by our washroom. The maids' washroom." Rashida interrupted me. "And, despite HAVING JUST BEEN SPANKED for insolence, you couldn't stop yourself from picking out our panties from the basket and sniffing them."

I hung my head. What could I say?

"Rubina saw you do it." Rashida said. "When she told me, I couldn't believe it. I just could not believe it, Tarek! I told her I will deal with you properly."

So that's how Rashida knew, I realized. And that's why Rubina was mischievously talking about her damp panties just a moment ago. Rubina knew Rashida was going to scold, and maybe punish, me for doing that.

"Baba." Rashida reached and started to twist my right ear. "When will you stop objectifying us?"

"Ow! Ow!" I squealed as Rashida pulled my ear sharply. "My dear bua, can I say something, please?"

Rashida stopped twisting my ear. "What?"

"Bua." I tried to have a very deferential tone. "I want to humbly say ... with all due respect, bua ... I cannot stop ... thinking about you, and Rubina, in a sexual manner. I am a young man ... and you two are very, very beautiful women, and very desirable women, and I am very attracted to both of you! And ... I see you all the time! Please understand it from my point of view, bua, and please forgive me. I am a young man and you are a beautiful woman, bua."

"I am beautiful?" Rashida laughed. Her hand, still on my ear, gave it a gentle twist. "I am an old lady, Tarek!"

"No! No!" I protested. I also decided to be a little bold. "You are in fact more beautiful than Rubina. You are a true desi woman! You have a very nice broad buttocks, nice fleshy cheeks, big breasts ... you are curvaceous and voluptuous and any man would be lucky to have you, bua!"

Rashida said nothing for a while. Then a small smile crept to the corner of her lips. She twisted my ear gently again.

"You flatter me, Tarek. And I suppose you dream of being that man, Tarek? The man to ... have me?"

I said nothing, but nodded meekly. My dick, having a mind of its own, was slowly getting excited as well.

Rashida laughed. "I don't mind you fantasizing about me, baba. I have come to expect that. You are a pervert. What I do mind is when this leads you to do shameful acts."

"I am sorry, bua."

"You are a boy with a small penis, baba, so you should keep that in mind. Your behavior has to be submissive to us maids, not insulting."

Rashida then started to sharply pinch my ear and twist it again.

"What I do mind, Tarek," Rashida continued, pulling on my ear painfully, "Is your despicable behavior when you objectify us and ignore our dignity. You can think about us, sexually, but there is no need to invade our privacy and sniff our panties, is there?"

"Er... yes, bua. I mean no, bua. I am sorry, bua. That will never happen again, bua."

"And that time you were trying to catch a peek of Rubina in the shower." Rashida reminded me, angrily twisting my ear. "Again, despicable behavior because you were objectifying us, and ignoring Rubina's dignity."

"Yes, bua. I am so ashamed of my behaviour, bua."

"I let you masturbate when you ask for permission, baba." Rashida told me. "You are an inferior man, baba, and this is why you masturbate. That's fine ... as long as I give you permission ... but then why would you go and try to sniff my panties, baba?"

"I... I... I am so sorry, bua."

Letting go of my ear, and raising that hand, Rashida abruptly slapped me.

SLAP!

It was a loud, powerful and humiliating slap from my maid servant that left a red mark on my cheek.

"One. I am sorry, bua, please forgive me. I really shouldn't have done that."

I was waiting for another slap, but Rashida sat down on the bed. Her right leg was crossed over the left. She reached out to her right foot and pulled her sandal off. This was a chappal, an Indian flip flop made of a rubbery material.

Rashida then uncrossed her legs. Holding the sandal in her right hand she shifted back on the bed and then beckoned forward to me. "Over my lap, baba. Now."

I positioned myself over my voluptuous maid servant's lap. She pulled me in tight to her, my prick rubbing against the rough material of her sari on her legs.

"You were ten minutes late today, baba. Two for each minute. Twenty hits from my slipper. Does it sound fair, Tarek Zia?"

"Yes, bua."

"Good."

WHAP!

Suddenly, without warning, she struck me, hard. Her hand was gripping the bottom of the chappal, so the front part, where you would put your toes in, bent around and hit my buttocks like a whip.

"Awww!" I cried out. "One! Oh, bua. Ow! Ow! Ow! I am so sorry. Please spank me again. Please forgive me."

Rashida's hand stroked my tender ass.

"Next time, baba," She said. "Don't be late."

"Yes, bua."

WHAP!

"Baba, did you ever think last year that you will be naked, lying on my lap, getting an ass whooping from me, your maid?"

"Er ... no, bua."

WHAP!

"You say you love to submit to me, baba, but still you do things that make me unhappy."

"I am so sorry about that, bua."

WHAP!

"Do you love me, Tarek?"

"Oh, yes, bua! I love you with all of my heart, bua."

"Even though you are now lying naked, on my lap, getting a beating with your maid's chappal?"

WHAP!

The next few blows stung like hell. Rashida spanked me hard and fast, alternating, one on each cheek, in a quick rapid fire style. I was biting my lip as my buttocks started to sting. She would hit me with a quick stroke, caress my bottom and sometimes finger my asshole. Then she would once again bring down her slipper on the other ass cheek with equal force, and repeat all over again.

WHAP!

"I don't want your excuses, baba, and I'm tired of your cowardly whimpering."

"I am sorry, bua."

WHAP!

"What I need, baba, is a boy who knows his place. And your place, Tarek, is to serve me and obey me and never make me angry."

"Yes, bua. I will always serve you, bua. You are my mistress and I will be your slave, bua."

WHAP!

Finally, after twenty hits to my butt, Rashida commanded, "Stand up!"

"Yes, bua."

I stood there, humiliated, with my hands at my side, staring shamefully at the floor, my eyes unable to meet Rashida's. A dull, stinging pain spread through my ass cheeks, but I didn't move or rub my bottom. I didn't want to get punished for doing that. Instead, I remained standing there as Rashida reached out and cupped my balls with one hand.

"So full of cum, aren't you, baba?" She asked me, gently shaking my testicles. I didn't say anything as Rashida moved her hand around and rubbed a couple of fingers along my penis. Despite the pain in my buttocks, I was definitely getting hard now.

"Baba." Rashida suddenly pointed a finger at her right cheek. "Kiss me."

"Huh?" For a second I was puzzled. What? Did my maid, my mistress, my beloved, just ask me to kiss her cheek?

"Tarek!" Rashida was amused. "Can you not hear? I said kiss me ... here." She once again tapped her right cheek.

"Yes, bua."

Since she was seated, I bent down and wrapped my arms around her in a hug, and gave her a kiss on her cheek. I pressed my lips against the soft flesh of her cheek, and for those ten seconds I was in a bliss. After the kiss, I once again stood to her side.

"Hmm, you see, baba?" Rashida looked up at me. "You don't think with your head. You think with your small cock. I asked you to kiss me. I didn't ask you to wrap your arms around me! All you needed to do was bend down and give me a small peck on the cheek."

"Oh ... I am so sorry, bua, I didn't realize ..."

"It's OK." Rashida cut me off. "Let's try again, shall we?"

This time I kissed her properly as she wanted me to.

"That's better." Rashida said. "Looks like I will have to train you each and every little thing. Remember, baba, you will get lots of instructions to serve me. You can't rush at it based on how your dick feels."

"Yes, bua."

"Now ... for example." Rashida laid down on her bed. "I am going to ask you to massage my feet ... it's been a long day. You may get to touch my feet, touch my thighs ... and you may even get to see my pussy. But that doesn't mean you will again start behaving disgracefully because your dick gets hard. Do you understand?"

"Yes, bua."

For the next ten minutes I dutifully massaged her feet and legs. I used to do it for my mother and my aunts, so I was good at it. I pulled her toes, pressed her heels and calf and rubbed her ankles and thighs. Rashida was lying back, and her eyes were shut. It was clear that she was enjoying what I was doing.

"Go up more." She instructed. "Roll up my sari."

"Yes, bua."

I was now massaging her inner thighs. Her sari was rolled up to expose her legs, almost to her hips. As my hands moved upwards, I smelled a certain aroma. Suddenly I realized that Rashida wasn't wearing any panties, and the smell I was smelling was her feminine region. She was in heat and she was getting wet.
Suddenly Rashida sighed.

"Oh that was good. Alright my bitch, it's time you satisfied me properly."

I gave her a puzzled look. Rashida laughed.

"Here, baba, stop massaging, and bring your mouth in closer." She commanded, parting her legs slightly.

I was now staring straight at between her legs. Her pussy stared back at me. Rashida hadn't shaved, so she had a lot of pubic hair down there. My maid servant then reached out and grabbed my ears with each hand and started to twist them.

"I punish you, baba," Rashida told me, pinching each ear in turn, "so that you become a good, upright, young man. But sometimes, I punish you because I like doing it. And doing it makes me hot."

"Yes, bua."

"Now," Rashida told me, holding my ears in a vice grip. "You are going to learn what service means. This will be your first proper sexual experience. You will use that mouth of yours and worship my bhos (cunt), baba!"

"Yes, bua." I understood what Rashida wanted. This was going to be the way I would sexually serve her. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against her vaginal lips. Another strong odour, coupled with her feminine heat hit me as my lips touched her skin.

"Start licking!" Rashida directed. "You have 5 minutes, bitch, or it's across my lap again."

I was now lapping her and sucking at her clitoris with vigour. My hands were now on her legs, holding them apart.

"And if you cum," Rashida pulled my ears so that my head was pulled back. She bent it and I was starting right at her eyes. She used a finger to point at my now semi-erect penis, "Do NOT cum. I will thrash you so hard you will forget your name. Now, quick, back to licking your queen! You are my slave!"

"Yes, bua."

I pressed my face deep in between her legs. I slid my tongue between Rashida's pussy hairs, finding her wet cunt and felt the folds of her clit. My tongue was working up and down her clit even as her pubic hair smashed against my face. As I continued to eat her out, Rashida tried to maintain some semblance of control. Her orgasm was beginning to build as my inexperienced tongue started to hit the mark. Suddenly I felt a warm gush of fluid fill her cunt.

As soon as Rashida felt she was about to cum, she ordered me to shove my tongue inside her cunt hole and, in her words, "fuck her with it". It was all that was needed as she quickly came, grabbing me harshly by my ears, rubbing her wet clit all over my face.

"Not ... bad ... for ... starters, my bitch," Rashida panted, letting go of my ears. Rashida then raised a hand.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

"That was good!" She purred.

"Excuse me, bua."

Suddenly I stood up. Something wasn't right. I was feeling nauseous. My face was wet with Rashida's juices.

"I will be right back."

I opened the door of her room and ran to the washroom. Yes, I was naked, and Rubina could see me if she was there, but I didn't care. I rushed to the washroom, hoping it was empty. It was! I opened the door, bent down near the commode and threw up.

After some time I cleaned up myself and the commode. It was a sudden gag reflex, I realized. I hadn't been prepared for it. I would have to do better next time. I suddenly felt the urge to pee, so I relieved myself and flushed the toilet. I went to the basin and washed my hands and face. I was feeling a lot better now.

Suddenly the door to the washroom opened. It was Rashida.

"How are you, baba?"

"I'm a lot better now, bua. I am sorry I had to rush out like this."

"You will get used to it, baba. This was your first time eating out a woman?"

"Yes, bua."

Rashida laughed.

"You still have a lot to learn."

Rashida looked around, and fixed her glance at the commode. She then pointed at the toilet seat which was in the up position.

"Whenever you are done with the toilet, I want you to always put the sit down, baba."

"Yes, bua." I replied. "I am sorry, bua. It wouldn't happen again, bua."

Rashida looked around the bathroom.

"Put your hands on this basin, baba." She ordered. "Hands here, and legs spread apart. Actually, I want you to lift your butt up ... rise on your toes. Yes, that's right."

I watched in the mirror as Rashida rummaged in the bathroom cabinet for something. I then saw a hairbrush in her hand.

"The toilet seat, baba," Rashida told me, standing behind me, "should never be up in a ladies washroom, baba."

"Er ... yes, bua. I am sorry, bua. Please forgive me, bua."

I watched in the mirror as she raised her hand.

WHAP!

It was a strong, sharp blow

I didn't realize just how much it would hurt and burn when the backside of the brush met my backside.

"One! OW!" I hastily counted. "Thank you, bua. I am so sorry, bua. Please spank me again."

WHAP!

"Two. I will never leave the toilet seat up, bua. Thank you for reminding me, bua. Please spank me again, bua."

Rashida calmly, and methodically, continued to beat me. By now she was an expert spanker, and she alternated between my right and left butt cheeks. After 10 firm blows to my butt I was reminded that the toilet seat would always be down from now on.

"Alright, baba." Rashida put away the hairbrush and snapped her fingers. "Stand properly."

"Yes, bua." I removed my hands from the basin and now stood upright. I dared not rub my sore bottom. I could not help the feeling of ignominy. I was naked, spanked almost dismissively by my maid in the maid servants' washroom in the maids' quarters of my own house.

"Go stand there." Rashida pointed to the bath area.

I obeyed her and got into the area where the maids took a bath. It wasn't a bathtub, but a flat, empty area with different tiles on the floor. The maids didn't have a shower, of course. They filled a bucket with water and used that. I went and stood there. The floor felt cold to my feet.

Rashida came and stood and in front of me, facing me. Her boobs bounced and jiggled in her blouse. I could see through the thin blouse material that her nipples were erect.

"Kneel, boy." She commanded, pointing at the floor.

"Yes, bua."

I knelt on the cold floor and looked up at Rashida. She rolled up her sari and petticoat so that once again her cunt was now just in front of my face. Did she want me to eat her out again? I wondered if I should start to lick her snatch again, but I decided to wait for her command. I couldn't see her face – her huge breasts blocked my view of her chubby face. Rashida bent down slightly and suddenly pinched my nose, forcing me to gasp.

"Open your mouth, Tarek." She told me, letting go of my nose.

"Yes, bua."

"I need to go pee." Rashida told me. "I am really bursting."

I am really bursting. Now where had I heard that before? Oh right, Rubina. She had said the exact same thing earlier that night. How strange!

Rashida positioned herself so that her crotch was right above my face. She then lowered her vulva on to my mouth.

Then my maid servant Rashida started to urinate on me, her master's son.

A trickle of pee came first and I swallowed it. Another squirt of urine hit my tongue and flowed to the back of my throat. Again I gulped it down.

Then her stream began in earnest, a hot jet of golden salty piss hitting my face. Her stream of urine was like a dam bursting, gushing forth in a yellow flood. It was like a warm and wet geyser shooting from her pussy. Urine was splashing all over me as my maid servant was letting go of her pent up piss.

I wanted to drink every drop of that pee that Rashida squirted into my mouth. It filled my throat quickly and I swallowed a huge gulp of her salty piss. She was letting her bladder go full force into my mouth. I had to struggle to just keep up.

I swallowed and swallowed, and felt the salty, acid taste of my maid servant's urine. I sucked harder on her vulva, drawing out her urine with as much force as I could. Rashida finished ejecting the last drops from her bladder as I licked her clean and sucked down the last of the droplets of her golden pee. She hissed and shuddered, bucking lightly on my face, her every muscle as taut as a bowstring, her eyes shut tight and her lips trembling.

"Aaaahhhhh!" She whispered, gently convulsing in ecstasy, grinding her pussy down on my mouth. I continued gently kissing and licking her womanhood.

"Ahhhhh, baba! That felt so good. Oh, this feels so good!"

She then straightened her legs and stood up completely. Her face flushed and she was smiling as she let out a sigh. Rashida then looked down at me, kneeling on the floor of the maids' washroom, naked, covered in urine.

"Clean yourself up, Tarek." She told me. "And then come to my room."

"Yes, bua."

Ten minutes later, I had cleaned myself up properly with lots of water, soap and vigorous scrubbing. After completely drying myself with a towel, I opened the door cautiously. I was still naked, and didn't want Rubina to see me. Thankfully the door to her room was shut. Quickly I made my way to Rashida's door and knocked.

"Come in."

Rashida had by then completely dressed herself in a new sari. I could see her old clothes lying crumpled in a heap in the corner of the room, no doubt ready for the laundry basket. In the presence of my fully clothed maid servant, I felt vulnerable. Naked. Exposed. Ashamed. Rashida also had a bamboo cane in her hand.

"I was going to punish you very severely tonight." Rashida told me, walking to a chair in the middle of the room. "Caning with this, spanking with a hair brush, and with my bare hand, and a belt. However, since you have serviced me well, and drunk my pee as well, I am willing to forgive some of your punishment."

"Er ... thank you, bua."

"However, I will still need to cane you for the panties incident."

"Er ... yes, bua."

Rashida sat down on the chair and curled her finger.

"Come here, baba." She beckoned.

"Yes, bua."

I put myself across her knees, over her lap.

"Very quick to assume the position, aren't you, baba?" Rashida laughed, her hands caressing my butt.

"Er ... yes, bua."

"Good." Rashida picked up the bamboo cane with her hand. She made a swoosh sound as she waved it around.

"Bua," I pleaded. "Can I please not get a spanking today?"

Rashida tapped my bum gently with the cane.

"Do you think your friends' maids spank them, baba? Or pee upon them?"

"Er ... I don't think so, bua."

"That's because your friends don't sniff their maid's panties, Tarek."

"I ... I ..."

"Do not try to argue your case, Tarek." Rashida used her other hand to sharply twist my ear.

"Ow! Ow!" I cried out as she pulled my earlobe. I raised a hand to protect my ear, before I immediately dropped it.

"You are going to get some more for doing that." Rashida told me disapprovingly, as she continued to twist my ear.

"I am sorry, bua." I murmured, dejectedly.

Rashida let go of my ear and raised the cane.

"It is disrespectful to me, your maid servant. That my employer's son is going through my privates!"

"I am sorry, bua."

"It is also disrespectful to Rubina, the other maid in this house. Women don't like to be objectified, Tarek. You behaved inappropriately with her!"

"I am sorry, bua."

"I am going to light your butt up with this cane."

The next 10 minutes were hell. The bamboo cane bit the skin on my ass with each stroke. The narrow cane wrapped around the curve of the ass as it struck. I felt each welt forming before the cane was removed. The sting, I knew, would last for hours. There was no question in my mind that I wouldn't make that mistake again.

"Why am I doing this to you?" Rashida asked me, in between my beatings.

"I have been very naughty, bua." I sobbed. "I should not have gone through your panties."

After another severe strike, Rashida paused and adjusted her legs as I was becoming too heavy for her in that position. She also patted my very red bum.

"Good boy!" She told me.

"Thank you, bua." I replied, in between my sniffling and tears.

"Say 'I will not go through my maid servants' panties'. Say it, now!"

"Yes, bua." I sniffed. "I will not go through my maid servants' panties. I am very sorry, bua."

The spanking resumed. After another few series of beatings, Rashida stopped and again told me, "Say it."

"I am very sorry, bua." I said. "I will not go through my maid servants' panties."

"You are a disgrace, baba." Rashida scoffed. "Get up!"

I remained standing by her left side, tearful, squirming, and itching to rub my burning bottom.

"What do you say to me?" Rashida crossed her arms across her chest and asked.

"I am very sorry, bua. I will not go through your panties. You try very hard to correct me and train me in proper behavior, and from time to time I slip up and cause you embarrassment and pain. I am very sorry for that, bua."

Rashida remained seated and looked up at me.

"I punish you because I love you, baba. I care about you."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida raised a finger and tapped her left cheek.

"Kiss me."

"Yes, bua."

This time, keeping my hands behind my back, gently resting on my sore buttocks, I leaned in and planted a kiss on my maid servant's fleshy cheek.

Rashida let her hand linger on my tummy. Then, slowly, her hand went down to my genitals. She cupped my balls softly and kneaded them, before her hand wrapped itself round my rock hard penis and slowly started to stroke me.

There were no words exchanged; there wasn't any need for so. Slowly, the frequency of the strokes increased.

"Oh, bua!" I gushed out, unable to control myself any longer. My cock twitched, and my sperm spurted out. It was a torrent of cum, and I ejaculated all over her hands, legs and the floor.

Rashida finally stopped stroking me when my penis went completely flaccid.

"Wear your clothes and go to your room, Tarek." Rashida told me. "I will see you in the morning."

"Yes, bua." I replied. I was all drained out.

"And, oh, Tarek?" Rashida glanced at the corner of the floor where a pink panty lay amidst her sari. "Take that panty with you. You can keep that."

"Thank you, thank you! I love you, bua."

As I said, I loved the feeling of Mondays and Thursdays. I couldn't wait for Thursday!