My older maid involves the younger maid in my punishments – Tarek Zia.

It was 11 pm on a Thursday night, and everyone in our house was in bed, fast asleep. Well, almost everyone. I was in the servants' quarters, in my maid Rashida's room. She was sitting on the bed, and I was lying naked across her knees on her lap, while she, my maid servant, was spanking my naked bare bum powerfully with her hand.

SPANK!

There was a loud thumping sound as her hand came down hard on my buttocks.

"Ouch! Ow! T-t-twenty!" I counted painfully. "Thank you bua, p-p-please spank me again."

"Baba," Rashida told me, "How many times I have told you to put the seat down on the toilet? I just punished you for it LAST WEEK!"

"I know, bua." I replied miserably, as Rashida's hands gently lingered on my rump.

SPANK!

"And yet," Rashida hissed, "I find your behavior the same! No change!"

"Ow! Ow! Twenty one! I am so sorry, bua, it won't happen again. Please spank me again."

"You forgot to thank me, baba. That spank will be repeated. Count it again."

"Yes, bua. Of course, bua."

SPANK!

"Oh my! Twenty one! T-t-thank you, bua. I am s-s-so sorry, bua. Please spank m-m-me again."

One of my legs had now fallen from its position, so Rashida bent and grabbed my ankles and made sure I was lying properly over her knees, on her lap. Her fingers traced its way through the crack of my bum, and down to where my balls and penis dangled, exposed. For a moment she fingered my manhood, before cupping my testicles in her hand. There was a break in my spanking as I just remained in that position, my bum stinging, my penis running against the outside of her thighs, and my balls being kneaded by her in her hands. Despite the shame, pain and humiliation, I started to get hard.

Rashida had punished me for the first time using a bamboo cane just last Monday. The caning had been hard, harsh and painful. It had been amazing how loving and kind my buxom maid Rashida had been to me in the days following that night with the cane. Perhaps, I rationalized, she realized the caning with the bamboo cane on Monday night had been quite harsh and painful. Or perhaps she understood how humiliating it was for me to submit to being caned, in the nude, by a lady who was merely my maid, and was showing some mercy on me.

The next Thursday night, when I reported to her again for my punishment, she was careful not to touch the still fresh red welts on my butt. She didn't make me bend or sit on them. She treated me like a hurt little boy. Rashida did look at my bottom every time I walked across the room, and her hands were gentle as she applied some cream to my bruised red ass.

She still punished me, slapping me a few times, but that was it for my punishment that night. I was even kissed by her, on the cheeks, about my "improving behavior". The same pattern was followed three days ago, this Monday, when I was let go with just a few slaps and some ear pulling once again. Rashida told me she was happy I was showing a marked improvement in my conduct in the house and with the two maid servants.

However, if I had thought Rashida was going to take it easy on me from now on, today was a reminder as to how wrong that notion of mine was. Displease her, I realized, and bear the consequences.

SPANK!

Rashida let go of my balls and resumed the spanking.

"OWWW! Twenty two! T-t-thank you, bua. I am so sorry, bua. Please spank me again."

"Do you like being spanked, baba?" Rashida asked. "One would think you would feel some lojja, some shame, that I, your maid, is spanking you on your pasa, your buttocks! Your maid servant!"

"I am so sorry, bua." I answered earnestly. "I really did forget to put the seat down once I had finishing peeing, bua."

SPANK!

"Thank you, bua. Twenty three! Please spank me again."

"It looks gross," Rashida told me, "all those pee stains on the commode. You can't even aim your little penis properly."

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

SPANK!

"Thank you, bua. Twenty four! I am so sorry, bua. Please spank me again."

"I started to punish you two days a week," Rashida told me, "so that you keep a check on your actions. If you embarrass yourself like this, I will spank you EVERY DAY if you don't change your nature!"

"I understand, bua. I am so sorry, bua. I will try not to offend you again, bua."

SPANK!

"Thank you, bua. Twenty five! I am so sorry, bua. Please spank me again."

"You sole purpose," Rashida announced, "as a man, is to be pleasing to the woman you serve as a slave. You should be thinking day and night on how to please me, not how to make me angry!"

"Yes, bua."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

And so it went on for a while, until the count reached thirty five and Rashida decided I had been spanked enough. She let me lie there on her lap for a while, whimpering like a helpless animal, while she caressed and squeezed my butt cheeks and examined the results of her handiwork. I shuddered as a fresh wave of humiliation and shame went through me. I, the son of a powerful family and a rich industrialist of India, was lying naked across my maid's lap, being spanked by her for leaving the toilet seat up.

"I know this is painful and humiliating for you." Rashida said. "But this is payback for when I have to clean your disgusting mess in the toilet."

"Yes, bua. I am sorry, bua."

"Baba." Rashida suddenly tapped my bum, motioning me to stand up. "All this talk of pee now makes me want to pee. Let's go to the washroom."

"Yes, bua."

We opened the door to Rashida's room, and walked out into the general hallway in the servants' quarters. I desperately hoped that Rubina, our other maid, was fast asleep in her own room by then. I didn't want her to come out and see me, butt naked, being led by the ear by Rashida to the washroom, or have her ask me why my ass was crimson red, or why I was being led by the ear by the older maid servant. Luckily, she was nowhere to be seen.

We walked over the servant's washroom, Rashida twisting and pulling me sharply by my ear the whole way. Once we entered the washroom, Rashida bent down, grabbed the bottom of her sari and petticoat, and started to roll it up. I knelt down between her legs and caught the waistband of her panties. Slowly, gently, I pulled it down and my plump maid servant stepped out of the panties.

I was ordered to lie down on my back on the wet, cold, dirty bathroom floor.

"Yes, bua." Like an ever obedient slave, I complied immediately, knowing what was to come.

Rashida quickly placed her ample legs on either side of my head and squatted down with her cunt over my mouth. Suddenly, I felt a hot stream of liquid hit my face as she urinated, drenching my face and hair.

"You are such a nice toilet, baba." Rashida taunted me. I didn't bother to reply, but concentrated on opening my mouth and making sure I was drinking in as much of her urine as I could as it splashed all around me.

Rashida then sat down with her full weight on my head, rubbing her wet pussy and smelly unwashed anus back and forth over my face. She was now a lady in heat – the spanking and urinating on me had brought her to the edge. I held onto her big buttocks as she shrieked, pressing down so hard that I could scarcely breathe. Rashida was now erupting, squirting her pussy juices over my face and into my mouth. It was a full few minutes until she subsided, her passion now slowly burning out as I lay on the bathroom floor, fully drenched in her urine and cum.

My maid stood up and began to clean herself. I remained lying on the floor as splashes of dirty water hit me periodically. After some time, Rashida pitifully glanced at me.

"Do you still think you are a man, baba, lying naked at the feet of your maid servant, and humbled, and covered in pee?" Rashida taunted me.

"Er ... no, bua."

"Baba, my human toilet, get up and clean yourself up. I am done with you for the night."

"Yes, bua."

Inwardly I groaned. So there was to be no sexual gratification for me that night from her. I hadn't cum in a week and half, and my balls were straining against their sacks. Usually after a night of humiliation, Rashida had mercy on me and stroked me. I guess today wasn't going to be one of those nights.

"Bua." I meekly asked, still lying down. "May I ask you something?"

Rashida glanced at me with contempt.

"Ask, you piece of shit."

"Thank you, bua." I was thanking her for insulting me. "Can I ... um ... masturbate tonight?"

For a second Rashida did not say anything. She was now finished with cleaning herself up, and was about to leave the washroom. Suddenly she threw her head back and laughed.

"Oh my!" She continued to laugh. "I forgot what a pathetic little pussy you are! Here you are, having been spanked by your maid, slapped by your kajer meye, being pissed upon by her, and all you can think of is your little dick."

I blushed a bright red at her humiliating words.

"I am sorry, bua."

"I guess it will be OK." Rashida stopped laughing and glanced at me, lying helplessly at her feet. A smile crept to the corner of her lips. "Alright baba, you can masturbate tonight. After you finish your ... thing, clean up and go to your room."

"Yes, bua. Thank you, bua."

This was my life now.

It has been three months. It's now December and my final exams for the term are over. And it's been that long since I have become a slave, and a plaything, of my chubby older Indian maid servant. It's been three months of my bua using me as her slave, punishing me as she willed, and controlling my conduct to her desires, and I was in love with her for doing so. Every Monday and Thursday, like a dutiful and obedient dog, I would walk to Rashida's room, long after everyone had turned in for the night, and knock on her door.

She would then permit me to come in. It wasn't simply me reporting for my punishment. I was actually asking her permission, and she was consenting to punish me, and I was to be thankful to her for that.

I would then enter, shut the door, go to a corner and undress completely. This was important to Rashida. I had once asked for permission to remain partially clothed, perhaps a T-shirt or a shirt. Rashid had flatly declined my request.

"I need you naked," She had told me in reply, "so that I know you are presenting yourself completely to me, vulnerable and at my mercy. Only this way can you be totally submissive to me."

Rashida would allow me to stand in the corner for some time, my nose pressed against the wall, bum out, taking in my nudity, just to deepen my embarrassment. Sometimes she would taunt me, commenting on my upper social standing, and the way I was abasing myself to her, someone from a lower social strata. Then, depending on my actions that had angered or upset her, I would be punished appropriately.

I was also slowly getting used to the physical nature of Rashida's punishments. It had been a long time since I had been physically punished like a schoolboy, and now I was getting slapped, whipped, caned, and spanked, my ears pulled and twisted, and so on, on a regular basis.

Rashida loved to slap me. It was the ultimate humiliation for me to surrender to having my face slapped by a member of our help. The shame of being slapped by someone from the lower class, and standing by helplessly as she did so again, and again, was highly stimulating. To add to the humiliation I would have to count, thank her for slapping me and ask her to slap me again. Every time I would do that Rashida would have a grin on her face as she would raise her hand and slap me repeatedly.

Sometimes Rashida would taunt me by saying my cheeks weren't red yet, and I had to beg her to slap me once more so that my cheeks would be red. After each slap she would examine me if I was "red enough" and this would continue until my face was flush red and my cheeks had the marks of her five fingers across it. Initially

Rashida also loved to smack my buttocks and my punishments always involved an over the knee spanking on my naked bum with her bare hand. Sometimes it involved the cane or the hair brush or the spatula, but a bare hand spanking would always be part of the ritual. There was also no set position for me to be spanked. I was spanked over her lap, on the sofa, on her bed, standing against the wall, balanced over a chair, lying across a desk, and so on. Rashida seemed to delight in finding new positions to spank me every other time.

On those occasions when my parents were away and our other maid Rubina was also visiting some relatives, and we had the whole house to ourselves, Rashida would put me on a make shift leash (usually a long belt fashioned into a leash), make me kneel on all fours, and "walk me" to my parents' washroom. This is where I would be a proper slave to her (a "bitch" she would call me then, instead of the affectionate 'baba') and I would have to service her every way.

She would force me to lie on the bathroom floor and lick her feet. She would sometimes pee on me. I had to clean her up after she urinated. This was something new that she had begun to do with me. I couldn't say I was a big fan of it, but I loved it because it was her. Rashida. My love. I would do anything for her, even if that meant drinking her urine.

I also became an expert in bringing Rashida to orgasm by licking her cunt with my tongue. It took some practice but soon I knew how to hold her by the buttocks or waist, when exactly to go deep into her with my tongue, and how to suck so that by the end of it, she was a quivering mess. Once I would bring Rashida to a frenzied orgasm, Rashida would cum all over my face with abandon. After that she would usually hold my ears and give them a sharp twist. This was usually followed by few fast and repeated slaps. This was her way of reasserting her control over me after she had given in to her passion and had an orgasm.

Often at the end of those extreme punishment sessions Rashida would reward me with a blow job. If not a blow job, then at least once a week (usually on a Monday) she would give me a hand job. Holding my penis and kneading my balls in her hand after a spanking, she would softly stroke me until I was cumming in her hand. I also started to last longer when she would simply stroke me, which pleased her. She wanted me to build a lot of self-control, and cum only when she permitted me to.

Our roles in the house have become almost inverted. Rather than exercise my rights as the master of the house, and the employer's son, I was the traditional servant and submissive in this relationship. Yet, to the rest of the world, like my parents and our other servant, we revealed nothing.

I didn't know where this relationship between a maid servant and her baba was going. I didn't know how it was going to evolve. For sure it was not a normal relationship, but I didn't care. I was deeply in love with Rashida, almost to the point of obsession. I chose to completely surrender to her and simply let her have her way over me. The way our relationship would evolve was completely up to her.

This gave me a huge mental freedom. I wasn't under any pressure. I know once I stepped through her room's door every Monday or Thursday night I was not in charge any more – she was.

Of course my punishments weren't limited to just Mondays and Thursdays. Occasionally, if the need and opportunity arose, Rashida would not hesitate to use me for her pleasure on other days. Sometimes, she would call me to the kitchen, where I would be asked to raise her sari and petticoat, pull down her panties, kneel down and kiss her bare bum. Whenever I kissed her ass and licked her asshole, it gave her a special thrill. I was literally a kiss ass and suck up for her. Every time I would kiss her buttocks, she would finger herself, and then ask me to lick her wet fingers clean. Then she would taunt me and mock me, saying how it was that an upper class son from a well-respected family was kissing his maid's asshole!

Other times when we would pass each other in the hall, she would sometimes stop me and give me a couple of quick slaps, before letting me go. This was her way of putting me in my proper place, continuing her domination of me, and enforcing her superiority over me. She was reminding me that she was my mistress and I was her slave, and she could slap me any time she wanted and I had to take it. I was of course, happy to continue in this relationship, treating her as my queen, not my maid.

This, as I said, went on for three months, until the end of December, the end of my final exams for that term. For these three months, I had no need to masturbate to pornography on my own – Rashida's weekly sessions with me took care of that. My marks at school started to improve as I had more time to devote to my studies, my health improved as Rashida kept me on a strict diet and fitness regime, and overall, everyone remarked that how I was suddenly a more polite, more handsome and a more charming young man.

During this time, I saw more of Rubina as well. Prior to becoming Rashida's slave, I didn't pay much attention to the maids; now I used to hang around the kitchen or try to take a peep whenever they were working, and inadvertently I would be spending more time with them.

I don't know why but I was in a constant heightened state of sexual arousal ever since Rashida had spanked me the first time. The image of me, naked, kneeling in front of her, submitting to her, was all I could think about whenever I was in the house. Besides, Rashida had forbidden me to wear an underwear in the house. I was wearing either a cotton-silk pajama or a cotton-silk shorts. My penis was constantly rubbing against this, and it won't be incorrect to say I was constantly hard, along with the knowledge that any time, if she wished, Rashida would pull down my pants and give me a hiding.

Besides, as the school year continued on, my parents were often away on business trips, and it would be me alone in the house with two maids. Maid servants who both had nice, large, shapely buttocks. I had always been fascinated with buttocks, so I would try and catch a glimpse of their behinds whenever I could. If I was in the kitchen, I could see their butts jiggle and wiggle as they cut and chopped the produce.

I never truly knew if Rubina actually was aware of what happened in Rashida's room. I realized she must know that something was going on, but perhaps she didn't know the details. She never said anything to me about it, but I could always see a smile or a snicker on her lips whenever she spoke with me. It's like she knew who I really was, but had to act all respectful just because she was the maid and I her master.

I tried to flirt with her a few times. Once I walked into the kitchen, and Rubina was making a cake. She asked me to pass the sugar, and I replied, "Why do you need sugar, you are so sweet!" She laughed. It was a bad line, I knew, but she laughed. Rubina had a beautiful laughter.

Another time she wanted to mop my room and I was working out, topless. I told her to check out my muscles. She nervously laughed and said she really had to clean the room. When we would pass each other in the narrow halls, often I would try and press myself against her for a mere second before she would scoot away. I rationalized that I never knew for a fact if she was truly aware that I was being spanked by Rashida, so I felt free to hit on her. I realized that if Rubina truly knew how Rashida manhandled, slapped, whipped and abused me, I would fall in her esteem as a man.
So as I said, three months had passed. December was almost going to be over, and it was Christmas. I suddenly realized I hadn't been punished for a couple of weeks. Both weeks on each night (Monday and Thursday) I had asked permission to enter Rashida's room, but she told me she wasn't going to punish me that night and asked me to leave. I also realized she seemed a bit distracted, as if something was bugging her.

However, suddenly, on one Monday afternoon, as I was eating lunch, Rashida quietly stood behind me and touched my shoulder. I froze – Rubina was nearby. My parents were however away for a couple of days. What did Rashida have in mind?

"Tonight, baba, when you come to my room," She whispered, "I want your bladder full."

"Oh, bua, I ..."

"Shh! Don't interrupt me, slave!"

"I am sorry, bua."

"Baba, you will go to the washroom at 6.30 pm and pee, and then you will not go again. And you will make sure you will drink lots of water after that, so that when you come to my room at 10.30 pm, you will have a full bladder. Do you understand?"

"Yes, bua."

Rashida discreetly gave my ears a slight twist, before disappearing into the kitchen.

So my two week break from my maid servant's chastisements was about to end, and if I knew her, she had something big planned than a simple spanking.

Later in the evening, at 6.30 pm sharp I went to the washroom and peed. After that, I gathered three water bottles and a Gatorade and went back to my room. I tried to study but my mind kept going back to Rashida. I finished all the water bottles and the Gatorade. By 10 pm, I felt the urge to pee, but Rashida's stern admonition held me back. I got a phone call from a friend, and when I finished, I saw it was already 10.35 pm. I was late!

In panic, with my bladder very much full, I rushed out of my room, fled down the hallway to the servants' quarters at top speed, scooted over to Rashida's room and stood outside her door.

Rashida as usual had her lights on, and I could see it through the space underneath her door. Rubina's door was shut and there was no light – she was probably fast asleep. Taking a deep breath, I knocked softly on Rashida's door.

"Come in!"

I walked in and shut the door. Rashida was lying on her bed, reading a novel.

"You are late by six minutes, baba."

"Yes, bua. I am extremely sorry about that bua. It won't happen again. Please forgive me."

"Did you go to the washroom at 6.30 pm, baba?" Rashida asked me, still lying down.

"Yes, bua."

"And did you pee again after that, baba?"

"No, bua, as you had forbidden me too."

I was discussing my bathroom activities with my maid! I felt like a dog whose mistress trains the animal to relieve himself only at her indiscretion, and I knew that was pretty much how Rashida saw it too.

"Good! So, do you have the urge to pee now, my little bitch?"

"Yes, bua. May I go to the washroom, bua?"

"You certainly will not! I will punish you, and I will decide WHEN you will pee. Is that clear?"

"Yes, bua."

"Good! I intend to take you to the washroom to pee later, baba, and I want to see a good long stream of urine when you do."

"Yes, bua. It will be as you wish, bua. You are my mistress; you are my queen, bua."

"Good! Now, baba, you know what to do."

I walked to the corner of her room, and started to undress. My shirt came, off, followed by my pants. I neatly folded them and kept them on the dresser table, and then walked back and stood in the corner, facing the wall, my behind to Rashida. This was my "time out". I remained standing for ten minutes.

"Baba, come here." Rashida was now standing in the centre of the room, so I walked and stood facing her, eyes cast down.

"You were late by six minutes. Two slaps per minute, twelve over all." Rashida announced her verdict. "As usual, you will count and thank me each time."

"Yes, bua. I am so sorry for my lateness and humbly beg your forgiveness. Please punish me."

SLAP! SLAP!

"Two! Thank you, bua. I am sorry I was late. Please slap me again."

SLAP! SLAP!

"Four! Thank you, bua, for slapping me. I will never be late again. Please slap me again."

SLAP! SLAP!

"Six! Thank you, bua. It is my honour that I have someone like you to correct my mistakes. Please slap me again."

SLAP! SLAP!

"Eight! Thank you, bua. I am your humble slave whose only aim is to please his mistress. Please slap me again."

SLAP! SLAP!

"Ten! Thank you, bua. Please forgive my mistakes. Please slap me again."

SLAP! SLAP!

"Twelve! Thank you, bua for the slaps."

Rashida then turned around and walked to the bed. I followed the jiggle of her buttocks through her thin sari as she moved across the room. She sat down on the bed, put the novel she was reading on her pillow, and picked up a hairbrush.

"I bought this new wooden hairbrush," She grinned, "especially for you, baba, and for your nice and soft ass." I could only blush and groan as I saw the new hairbrush was thicker with a bigger base.

"Position yourself across my lap." I did as she asked, my penis burying into the folds of her sari between her thighs, my butt protruding up in the air, ready for Rashida's sentencing.

"Baba, for two weeks I have not punished you. So I will start with twenty five strokes of the brush. You will count and thank me for each one, as usual."

"Yes, bua. I am yours to be punished."

SMACK!

"One! Thank you, bua. Please beat me again."

"With pleasure, baba."

SMACK!

"Two! Thank you, bua. Please beat me again."

"Look at you, baba, asking for a spanking on your bare bum from your maid!"

SMACK!

"Three! Thank you, bua. Please beat me again."

"Does it turn you on, baba, getting a beating in the middle of the night from your maid, when all your friends are asleep in their beds?"

SMACK!

"Owww! Four! Thank you, bua. Please beat me again."

"You're squealing like a little girl, baba. It's only four strokes, there's lot more to go."

SMACK!

"Oww! Owww! Five! Thank you, bua. Please beat me again."

"Maybe I'll dress you up in some of my panties and spank your little bottom like a naughty little girl, baba."

SMACK!

"Ouch! Six! Thank you, bua. Please beat me again."

SMACK!

"Oww! Owww! Seven! Thank you, bua. Please beat me again."

"Do you want to go over your Mistresses knee, baba? Do you like your old maid spanking you?"

SMACK!

"Oww! Owww! Eight! Thank you, bua. Please beat me again."

"You ass is already turning a nice bright shade of red, baba."

SMACK! SMACK!

And so it went on until Rashida struck my ass twenty five times with her brush. I lay across her knees, sobbing and whimpering, tears streaming down my face. Her hands caressed my butt and examined the results of her work.

After some time, she told me to get up.

"Now go back to the corner, and stand facing the wall, with your back to me. I don't want to see your face for a little while, baba."

"Yes, bua. Your wish is my command."

I walked over to the corner and stood in silence. The beating had increased my desire to pee, and my cock was straining. I shifted my weight from one foot to another, hoping Rashida would soon let me go and urinate. The breeze from the fan blew across my butt, causing a stinging pain.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door! It was Rubina!

"Apa, are you busy, can I come in?" Rubina called out from the other side of the locked door, using the respectful term "apa", which meant elder sister, for Rashida.

"Can you get the door?" Rashida asked me.

"But .. but .. but ..." I was at a loss for words.

Rashida stood up and rapidly walked over to me.

"Is anything the matter, slave?" She asked me with a sharp tone. I turned around to face her.

"I'm naked! And ..." I protested.

SLAP!

Rashida slapped me, hard.

"I am so sorry, bua, I thought..." I started to say.

SLAP!

Rashida slapped me again, without giving me the time to complete what I was saying.

"Get the door right now." Rashida's voice was ice cold.

"Yes, bua." I answered miserably. "I am sorry, bua."

So all my attempts to keep myself respectable and have some dignity from at least one of the maids was going to come to an end. I slowly walked over to the door and unlocked it.

Rubina stood outside. Her eyes grew wide as she took in my nakedness, and gave a slow whistle as her eyes fell on my semi erect dick.

"Baba, step away from the door and let her in." Rashida called out.

"Yes, bua." I stepped back from the door as Rubina entered.

"Rubina, come here and sit with me on my bed."

Rubina walked over to the bed to join Rashida, all the time staring at me. She had a slight smile on her lips as she sat down.

"Baba, leave the door open and walk back to your position." Rashida instructed me. "This time, however, turn and face us so Rubina can see you."

"Yes, bua."

Demurely, I walked back to my position, turned to face the two ladies, and stood.

"Put your hands behind your head on the back of your neck, baba."

I did as Rashida ordered, raising my hands and placing them on the back of my neck, behind my head, in the traditional "punishment" position. I felt really embarrassed, standing like that, naked, completely exposed, in front of my maid servants.

"Why is he standing like that undressed, apa?" Rubina asked. "Are you punishing him?"

"Yes, Rubina. I have been punishing baba for a while now. He comes here every Monday and Thursday night for his punishments."

"Wow! What do you punish him for, apa?"

"For many things – you see, Rubina, I am in charge of his discipline. I set some rules for baba around the house, and if he breaks them, he is punished."

"Why, apa?"

"Tarek was growing up to be one of those young men without direction. He needed a strong woman to take him by the ear and keep him in line."

"Amazing!" Rubina whistled. "And apa, he just lets you punish him?"

"Of course!" Rashida chuckled, "Twice a week he is to report to me at night and I decide how to punish him. He is a wimpy little boy who craves to submit to a dominant woman like me."

"He seemed such a respectable young man," Rubina commented, "but I always knew baba to be a bit of sissy little boy. You are right, apa, he needs strong discipline from a strong woman. How do you punish him, apa?"

The two women were talking about me as if I wasn't even there! They were completely ignoring me, just like a slave is meant to be ignored when two mistresses are talking.

Rashida laughed. "Oh, his punishments vary! Baba is a good little bitch, and I try all sorts of punishments on him, depending on his actions."

"Oh, tell me, tell me apa! This is all so exciting."

"Well, for starters," Rashida told her, "I slap him. Have you seen his cheeks? Very slappable! Nothing tells a man his worth and place when compared to a powerful woman like a slap on his face. Today he was late in reporting to me by six minutes, so I gave him twelve slaps as a punishment. If you take a look at his cheeks, you will see they are bright red. It's not just from his humiliation and embarrassment of standing there naked in front of his female maid servants, but also from my slaps.""

"Absolutely," Rubina agreed. "And you are right, he does have a very slappable face. I would love to give him some slaps myself."

"And you will." Rashida generously informed her.

A couple of days ago, I thought miserably, I was trying to impress Rubina and flirt with her. And now, I was standing naked in front of her, while she was laughing scornfully at my predicament. By the end of the night, I was sure I would have my face slapped and my butt spanked by her as well.

"And," Rashida continued, "You can spank him too."

"Spanking?" Rubina seemed shocked. "You spank him too?"

"Of course!" Rashida snapped her fingers. "Baba, come here!"

Obediently I walked over to where Rashida was seated.

"Turn around baba, and bend over." Rashida directed.

"Yes, bua." I turned around, and bent over so that my butt was now ready for their examination.

"I just spanked him with this hairbrush," Rashida was saying, "And look at these large bright marks. His ass turns a nice crimson shade of red when spanked. That's what makes spanking baba such a pleasure."

I could feel a pair of hands caressing my butt, and going over when Rashida had spanked me. They went all over my bum, before descending and gently moving over my balls and dick.

"You are right!" Rubina sniggered. "Baba has a very slappable face and a spankable ass. It's like he was made to be punished!"

My heart sank in humiliation at Rubina's comments as she patted my ass.

"Stand up!" Rashida ordered. "And turn around, baba."

I did. I stood there naked and extremely embarrassed as Rubina now examined my genitals. I was now rock hard.

"That's pretty small, is that as big as your nunu can get?" She asked me.

Sheepishly I told her this was it.

"It's almost like a little boy's penis." Both maids laughed. I had been trying to impress Rubina as a man, and now my penis was now a source of amusement for her.

Rubina continued to stroke my balls. She then turned to Rashida and asked, "Apa, why do you punish him naked?"

"Well," Rashida took one of my balls in her palm and started to knead it. "Baba had a smug attitude towards us maids at first. He was actually trying to take a peek of you in the shower, can you believe that!"

"That's disgusting!" Rubina shook her head. "In your own house you expect some privacy!"

"Exactly." Rashida continued to knead my balls. "Certainly his smugness could not continue after the shame and humiliation of being stripped of all clothing in front of a female in a disciplinary setting. The fact that I was his maid servant only added to his disgrace."

"I notice he gets erect." Rubina let go of my penis, even as Rashida continued to play with my balls. "Is that a problem?"

"Young men," Rashida remarked, "Are unable to control the functioning of their own body. Just ignore it when it happens, Rubina. He only deserves scorn and a withering look from us if he thinks his erection is impressing anyone."

"Did he ever cum when you were punishing him, apa?"

"No. Not really. I am teaching him self-control at the moment."

Rashida then rubbed my balls vigorously and commented, "I think my bitch now needs to pee, don't you, baba?"

I nodded. "Bua, can I go pee? Please?"

"Rubina," Rashida turned to her companion. "If you have a dog, sometimes the dog needs to relieve himself and you have to take the dog out. Otherwise, the animal will urinate on the floor. My bitch also needs to pee, so I suggest we take her to the washroom. I don't want to clean up a mess in my room."

"Of course, apa. Let's take the bitch out to pee."

Both the maids stood up. Rubina walked over to where my clothes were, and extracted the belt from my pants. She then handed it to Rashida, who made a loop on the belt in the form of a noose, and slipped it around my neck. She now had me on a leash, and snapped her fingers.

Like a trained puppy, I immediately went down on all fours and started to lick her feet. Both the women laughed.

"I see you have trained him well," Rubina remarked, as I continued to lick Rashida's feet.

"Yes! Baba, let's go!" Rashida started to head out of the room, leading me on a leash like her pet animal. Rubina followed.

As I followed them on all fours, the two women talked about me. Again, the fact that I was listening to every word of theirs was completely ignored, my presence completely disregarded. I guess when you are on a harness, following your maid servants by crawling on the floor, you don't deserve to be paid any attention to.

Rashida talked about the various instruments she used to spank me – the cane, the brush, the ruler, and of course, her bare hands. The women laughed when Rubina recounted how I had tried to flirt with her in the kitchen. Rashida observed that some of my behaviour towards Rubina required her to punish me. Rubina squealed in delight when Rashida told her she could have me over her knees for a spanking later that night.

What a fall I must have suffered in Rubina's eyes. This morning I was her master, the well toned buffed young man who was trying to hit on her. And now I was a lowly slave who was crawling on the floor and would soon be spanked on his bare bum by her, his maid.

Since my maids were walking in front of me, Rashida holding my leash, and I was on my hands and knees, I could look up and see their big bums wiggle as they walked. Rashida's was bigger, and once again the sari had ridden into the crack of her ass, and her butts jiggled like a jelly. Rubina's was more shapely, and she sashayed as she walked.

I could also smell something. It was a strong musky odour. I was now used to satisfying Rashida orally, so I could recognize this smell. From the way Rubina walked, I realized she was wet. She must have been very horny.

We reached my parents' bathroom, where Rashida bent down and unbuckled my 'leash'.

"Next time," She told Rubina, "I will have to get a proper dog collar for him."

"Bua," I asked, still on all fours, "May I stand up and pee?"

"Yes, Tarek, you may. Rubina, let's stand beside him and watch. I love to see a man pee. Baba has good aim too."

I stood up, walked over to the commode, pointed my penis and strained. Rashida had enveloped my manhood in her hands.

Nothing came out.

"Oh, look!" Rubina giggled. "He's now shy I am here!"

SMACK!

I felt a sudden shock as Rubina slapped my butt, hard.

The first thin spurt of pee shot out under pressure, hitting the water in the commode. I sighed in relief as I continued to pee and empty my bladder.

"Certainly taking his time, baba!" Rashida giggled. "He must not have urinated for a while!"

Rashida shook my penis gently to force the last few drops out. A couple of drops got on her fingers. She held out that hand in front of my face. I licked her fingers to clean her off, tasting my own urine as I did so. Once Rashida was satisfied her hands were clean, she slapped me a couple of times, and then ordered me to clean up.

I used the sink to clean myself up. By now, Rashida had walked over to the commode, lifted her saris and petticoat and sat down. I guess she wasn't wearing underpants either, because she started to pee and I could hear the noise of her urine hitting the bottom of the commode, mixing with my urine.

There was something so sexy about seeing my older, matronly maid relieve herself unabashed, so uninhibited, in front of us. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see Rubina rub a damp spot on her crotch. She was now very horny, I realized.

"Baba!" Rashed commanded, when she was done. "Come and clean me."

"Yes, bua."

I cleaned her well with tissues and water, before washing my hands. Rashida now had a contented look on her face. She remained seated on the commode, which wasn't flushed yet, and snapped her fingers. Dutifully, I walked over to her and knelt down on my knees. Rashida carefully parted her legs. The strong aroma of her cunt, as well as the urine that was now in the commode, reached my nose. Rashida grabbed my ears, gave them a sharp twist, and pressed my face onto her pussy.
"Get your tongue to work, baba." Rashida commanded me. "That's the only part of you that will ever go inside me. Start licking. NOW!"

I knew what I had to do. Rashida's pussy was soaking wet. I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue reaching and lashing at her labia. I kissed all around her vagina and pressed my lips onto her cunt, sucking and licking her. Flicking at her clit and occasionally inserting my tongue – Rashida was loving it.

"Mmm... mmm!" Rashida continued to purr. Behind me, Rubina had now rolled up her sari, reached into her panties and was vigorously rubbing herself.

"Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, OH MY GOODNESS!"

Rashida started to cum and I was drenched in her juices. She grabbed both my ears and pulled sharply as she came, and came ... and came.

"OH MY GOODNESS." Holding me by my ears, Rashida slowly pulled me back from her pussy. I was wet with her fluids.

"Rubina, come here. You look like you could use some relief." Rashida stood up and ordered. Rubina was only too happy to obey. In a trice, her panties were on the floor, she was seated on the commode, and I was once more pressed into service between another woman's thighs.

"Mmmm ... mmm ...." It didn't take long for Rubina to come. She came in spurts, and twisted my ears rather sharply as she did.

"Time for us to go back to my room." Rashida announced, slipping the leash back onto my neck as a rather dazed Rubina flushed the commode. Rashida snapped her fingers, and I immediately went down on all fours and started to lick her feet. Both Rashida and Rubina burst out laughing.

Once we were back in Rashida's room, I was standing in front of Rubina, who was also standing at the centre of the room, while Rashida was seated on her bed.

"From now on, you are also not to call Rubina by her name." Rashida told me. "You will call her choto bua, when we are both here. If you are talking to one of us alone, you will call us bua, as before. Do you understand?"

"Yes, bua." I answered. I knew that 'choto' meant younger.

"You will respect her just like you respect me."

"Yes, bua."

Now it was Rubina's turn.

"Baba," She told me, "several days ago you tried to flirt with me. That will cost you ten slaps."

"Yes, choto bua."

SLAP!

It was as sudden as it was unexpected. I was now getting slapped by a maid who was my age, who was shorter than me, and yet she was now dominating me.

"One! Thank you, choto bua, and please slap me again."

SLAP!

"Two! Thank you, choto bua, and please slap me again."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Ten slaps latter, my face was now bright red, both as result of the slaps and from acute humiliation at being slapped by Rubina.

"When you passed me in the hall this morning," Rubina recounted, "you brushed against me. That will cost you thirty strokes with the cane."

"Yes, Rubina. I am indeed ashamed. I deserve to be caned. Please cane me."

"Baba," Rashida spoke up. "Rubina will now sit down on the bed beside me. Rubina, please come here."

Rubina walked over and sat down beside the older maid.

"Baba! Come here and bend over Rubina's lap so that she can spank you. You also forgot to call her 'choto bua'. That will be an extra 5 lashes."

Rubina hiked her sari and petticoat up so that I would be laying over her bare thighs.

"Come on, over you go." Rubina took my arms and forced me over her lap. She next took one of her legs and crossed it over my knees so that I was completely immobilized. My penis was dangling between her thighs, and I felt like a helpless little boy about to receive an over the knee spanking from my mommy.

Rubina began to cane me. I tried to move about, but she held me tightly in place. After each spank, I had to count, thank her for the spank, and ask for another one. In the beginning, Rubina was not able to place her blows properly, nor were they as hard as the spanking I used to get from Rashida.

"Rubina." Rashida gently chided her. "Don't ease up on baba. Don't have any sympathy for his cries. He needs to feel your authority and your resolve to correct his behavior. Deep within him, he knows he deserves every bit of that pain you are giving him."

"Yes, apa."

Soon, Rubina got the hang of it and her blows started to hurt more.

"You are doing good, Rubina," Rashida said, "how red his ass is now."

"Thank you, apa. It's my first time spanking a little boy, so your words of praise mean a great deal to me."

I soon started to weep but Rubina showed no sign of stopping as the blows fell on my ass.

SMACK! SMACK!

The cane came raining down on my now sore ass. I was sobbing hysterically by the time Rubina stopped after thirty five strokes of the cane. I thanked her, but was embarrassed when I stood up and I had a big erection again.

"Haha, look at his wiener." Both my maids started to laugh. "You are right, apa, I think he enjoys being caned."

"Good!" Rashida rubbed her hands together. "I will give him a couple of final spankings and then he can go for the night."

Rashida led me by the ear to her dresser table and had me bent across it.

"Tarek, bend over so that your buttocks are high in the air for your spanking." She said. So I bent over, and grabbed both sides of the table with my hands.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

Rashida spanked me with a ruler, hard and fast. I hardly had time to thank her for each spank before the next beating. She alternated between each ass cheek, and I had to grit my teeth to bear the pain. It hurt, but what hurt most was that now I was at the mercy of my female household servants whenever my parents would be away. It was embarrassing lying naked across a dressing table and getting spanked by one maid while the other maid watched in glee.

After a small break, I could hear Rashida go and sit down at her bed.

"I want you across my knees now, for an over the knee spanking", she said. So I walked over to her and stood beside her.

"Put your hands on top of your head again", she ordered.

I, of course, obeyed her. After five minutes, she said, "Now bend over my lap and put your penis between my legs for your spanking." She hiked up her sari and over I went. Once my hands and toes were touching the floor, she readjusted me on her lap and her thighs held my penis and me in place.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

It was a bare handed spanking on my bum, and this time, Rashida took her time. She proceeded to alternately spank and caress my bottom between each spanks.

My ass was now bright red and quite warm.

"I hope this teaches you to treat us maids with respect, and to follow our rules." Rashida told me, in between spanks.

"Yes, bua. You maids are now my goddesses. You are my mistresses and I am your slave."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Finally Rashida was done. She stood up, fetched a condom from her table and slipped it on my erect dick. Fetching some K-Y jelly, Rashida proceeded to stroke my penis until I finally shot a load of cum into the condom. I felt so relieved.

I may have lost all respect in the eyes of Rubina, but I had gained a new mistress.

Rashida told me to take my clothes and leave. Then she told me to be ready for more spankings on Thursday, sharp at 10.30 pm. I could hardly wait!