Due to my exam results, my maid decides to teach me a humiliating lesson - Tarek.

I was dreaming.

I MUST have been dreaming because I was in bed. With my maid, my mistress, Rashida.

I was naked.

She was naked too.

YES!! I was in bed, NAKED, with my NAKED maid, Rashida.

In my dream, Rashida's eyes were shut. She was moaning. I could see her sweat as she writhed around on the bed. The fingers of my hand were buried deep in her pussy, and Rashida was softly purring. She was loving what I was doing to her. My fingers twirled in her love canal, wet with her juices and desire. I was masturbating her, and she was gyrating furiously on the bed.

I withdrew my fingers. Rashida, still caught in the throes of her passion, did not notice it immediately.

And then, swiftly, without thinking, I jumped on top of her and in one move, plunged my rock hard manhood into her.

"BABA!" Rashida was stunned. "WHAT THE HELL!"

I began to pump her furiously. My dick rammed through the folds of her innermost chambers and finally, my flesh was meeting her flesh.

"Oh, bua." I gushed. I loved my maid. I loved my mistress. I wanted to do this to her for a long time. I wanted to fuck her. And now I was fucking her.

Rashida's face was one of surprise and shock as she realized what was going on.

"Baba, stop NOW!"

I hugged her tight and kissed her all over her face. She started to say something in anger, but my rigid penis was now tunneling its way deep down her very wet passage.

"Omph!" She cried out as I plowed deeper and deeper into her. "Baba! Stop! I ..."

I moved my butt back and eased out of her a bit, before pummeling her again and again with my manhood.

"Oh, bua."

"Ah... Baba ... please don't do this..." She cried out without much conviction. "Baba ... no! Stop now and I will forget this ever ..."

Instead, I picked up the pace. My hands were around her, holding her in a tight embrace. I planted kisses on her fleshy cheeks and her lips and bit the nape of her neck.

"Oh, baba! Oh, baba! OH BABA! STOP NOW! I am ORDERING you!"

I raised myself and slammed into her, again and again, me penis burrowing deep into her. Rashida's huge hips began to gyrate. She was now subconsciously matching my thrusts. Her arms were now around me and her nails clawed deep into my back.

"Oh, baba! Baba! Baba! Baba! Baba! Baba!"

Even if Rashida did not want to be fucked by her slave boy, someone she used to call a bitch and kutti, someone she used to slap and spank, she was now succumbing to her desires. Her body, having teased and tantalized my penis for so long, SO LONG, was now beyond her control. Rashida was craving for a man to give it to her, and give it to her good. And I was giving it to her good.

I kissed her eyes and her cheeks and then planted my mouth on hers. My lips crushed her pouty lips and my tongue found hers and wrestled with it. We kissed passionately, exchanging wet saliva as my hips slammed into her again and again. The air was filled with the sounds of the fast, furious, rhythmic creaking of the bed springs and the loud, orgasmic moans of my chubby maid servant as I pounded her, again and again. Her eyes were now shut as my balls slapped repeatedly - thunk! thunk! - against the flesh of her thighs.

"Oh, God! Oh Gooooddddddd! Baba!" Rashida cried out. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME!"

I knew I was now at the edge. I could hold it in no more. For so long I had dreamed of this and now it was happening. My butts clenched as I began to ejaculate. I groaned loudly as my hips jerked and I started to cum into my maid servant. For so long, this had been my fantasy. For so long, this had been my dream. My hips shook violently and I rammed into Rashida and began to dump a huge volume of cum down her love canal.

"Oh, bua. Oh, bua." I uttered, as my balls emptied into her.

"Oh, baba. Baba! BABA!"

"BABA!"

"BABA!"

Suddenly, I wasn't dreaming any more. Rashida was really calling me out.

"Tarek! Wake up! Wake up! BABA! WAKE UP!"

Groggily I sat up in bed. What happened? I glanced down. I was naked. In bed.

In her bed.

In my maid Rashida's bed.

I looked at her. She was definitely not naked.

It was morning. Probably around 8.30 am. Rashida was fully clothed though. Dressed in her saris, she looked like she had just woken up. And a little angry.

I HAD been dreaming. And now I had woken up. So ... no ... I didn't really fuck Rashida. I started to think how I was in bed with her.

In a minute, the fog in my mind cleared and it all started to come back to me.

Last night, which was a Thursday, had started just like any other Thursday nights. I had showed up to Rashida's room for my punishment, and knocked, late at night. Both my mother and father were away at a conference and wouldn't be back until Sunday. It was January and my university had just reopened after our Christmas / New Year break. Our first term results were out, and truth by said I hadn't done as well as I had been expected to. I had gotten mostly Bs, and a couple of As. In my school I had been an all A student, so I guess university was getting a little tougher to adjust to.

For the last three weeks neither my senior maid servant Rashida nor my junior maid Rubina had disciplined me. Not even a single slap. Apparently I had been on my best behavior, and had obeyed everything the maids had told me, the first time, and did it right. I had also kept my hormonal tendencies in control, and not once had I ogled at them, or gone through their underwear, or displeased them in any way. Rubina had even told me two days ago that she wished I had done something so she could lay into me, but it hadn't happened.

Yet on Thursday morning (yesterday) Rashida had told me in no uncertain terms that she expected me in her room later at night and I was to prepare myself for a "thorough punishment". She also told me it was time I reflected on my humiliating status in the household as a slave to my own maids, and think about my future.

All day I had wondered exactly what I had done. What did I do to get punished tonight? And what about my status? Yes, I was the son of their employer, the young man of the house. And yes, I should be the one bossing over them ... instead, they - my maids! - treat me as their personal slave. It definitely was humiliating, and not for the first time I wondered exactly how I had gotten myself into this situation.

In any case, after knocking on Rashida's door, I waited until she granted me permission to enter. At the beginning, when Rubina did not know of my submission to Rashida, it was nerve wracking to stand there and wait. What if Rubina saw me? There were once or twice she did see me, and I had to give some awkward excuses. Of course, now that I have also submitted to Rubina, that particular danger was no longer there.

"Come!" Rashida announced from inside her room.

Summoning my courage and steeling myself for my punishment, I entered and then shut the door behind me. Rashida was sitting on her bed, her feet dangling on the edge of the bed, reading a magazine.

"Bua." I greeted her. Rashida made no reply and simply ignored me. I knew what to do next.

I walked to the corner, and began to undress. First came off my T-shirt. Then I unbuckled my trousers and lowered them, and stepped out of them. I didn't wear any underwear, of course. After stripping off my clothes completely, folding them and putting them on the chair placed there, I stood in the corner, completely nude, facing the wall. Minutes ticked by, and the all I could hear was the slow creaking of the table fan as it blew air across the room, and I felt the occasional breeze on my bare buttocks.

"Baba!" Rashida had let me stand in the corner for nearly eight minutes.

"Come here." My maid servant ordered.

"Yes, bua."

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

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

"I have been working very hard today." Rashida told me. "My feet are killing me. Sit down and massage my feet like a good little slave."

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

"Baba." Rashida made a disgusted face. "I don't need your pathetic attempts to try and butter me up. Just shut up and do what you have been told to."

"Er ... yes, bua." Thoroughly chastised, I knelt down on the floor and took Rashida's right foot in my hands and slipped off her sandal from her feet. Using the palm of my hands, I pressed the sole of her feet and then began to massage it.

"Mmmm, that feels good." She murmured, as I pressed her heel and used my fingers to apply pressure to specific points on her sole.

No further words were exchanged for the next ten minutes or so as I concentrated on doing a good job with her feet. It was something I did often for both of my maid servants Rashida and Rubina. After a good hard day's work, they would often come to my room and order me to massage their feet.

I was hoping a good massage would mean less punishments, which sometimes was the case. Rashida just sat back and continued to read her magazine, while enjoying my work on her feet.

After some time, I decided to break the silence.

"Bua, can I ask you a question?"

Rashida looked up from her magazine. Her lips had an expression as if I had suddenly irritated her.

"Yes, boy. What is it?"

"Bua," I began to go red as I asked my question - it brought back a humiliating memory - but I had to ask the question. "Do you remember the very first time you punished me?"

A small smile appeared at the corner of Rashida's mouth.

"Of course, baba, how can I forget? Do you remember what I did to you when I caught you doing that disgusting this ... masturbating ... almost ... what is it ... two years ago? It will be two this summer. Keep massaging the feet, by the way."

"Yes, bua." As I continued to knead her feet, the memory of my first punishment by Rashida was clear in my mind. "You twisted my ear ..."

"No!" Rashida interrupted me. "You are forgetting one important thing. Before I did anything to you, YOU started to apologize to me. I had interrupted your little masturbation session, and you began to apologize to me. Do you remember what happened next?"

"I ... er ... you commanded me not to move, and then went out to send Rubina ... er sorry, choto bua ... away to the market."

"Correct." Rashida leaned in closer. "And THEN when I returned, I scolded you for moving, and you fell at my feet, begging me to forgive you. THEN I started to punish you by twisting your ear."

"Yes, bua, you are right."

"What happened next, baba?"

I felt that warm feeling of shame come over me again, but answered her question.

"Then, bua, after twisting my ears, you asked me to tell you why you were punishing me. I had to recount my shameful act. And then you said you are going to slap me, and I had to count and thank you after each slap, and ask for another one. And then you started to slap me."

"What happened next, baba, after I had finished slapping you?"

"I ... er ... went over your lap, over your knees. You ... er ... spanked my bare bum with a ruler."

"Good." Rashida seemed happy that I remembered the details of my very first punishment with her. "Now, what was your question?"

Oh yes, my question!

"Bua," I asked her. "When you decided to punish me that very first time, how did you know I would accept your punishment? How did you realize I would be a willing slave to your orders, even though you are my maid and I am your employer's son? In other words, I could have just stopped you and told my parents about you. How did you ... how could you know what would happen?"

I didn't expect Rashida to reply immediately, and she didn't. There was silence for some time, interrupted only by her soft moans as I continued to press her feet. Rashida probably tossed over the answer in her mind, and what to tell me. Finally, she smiled.

"Baba, I have been your maid ever since you were a kid. Do you not think I didn't know what you did when you closed the door to your room?"

I had the good sense to blush.

"I knew you were masturbating, baba. And I knew you were probably thinking about me. I had seen you ogle at me for some time. Every time I would bend down to mop the floor, your eyes would go to my blouse. Every time my back was to you, I could sense you ogling my caboose."

"Bua, after all these years, I still ogle your butt. You have a nice big butt."

"Thank you, baba. That statement will earn you ten extra strokes with the cane tomorrow."

"Sorry, bua. You were saying ..."

"I knew you fancied me. But ... there was something different about the way you ogled me and other men eyed me up. To other men, I was a piece of meat, a lowly maid, a piece of ass they would love to fuck, if you will. The way you looked at me, I could sense not only desire ... but also fascination ... devotion ... and even submission. I could sense that you had a crush on me and yet you were in awe of me."

It was my turn to be silent and digest her observations. Rashida continued to speak.

"Of course I had heard about men like you. Men who have a need to be dominated by a strong women. Men who are not true men, who have an inferiority complex about their manhood. Men who like to be used by a woman. Who gets pleasure when his mistress gets pleasure. I didn't know for sure if you were that though - but when that day I saw your door unlocked, I decided to take a chance."

"You see," Rashida grinned, "I always wanted to punish you. You are a cocky little arrogant boy, who needed a woman to beat him and keep in in line. I burst in your room, and when ... rather than getting angry you started to beg and ask me for forgiveness, I knew I was right. You were a pathetic young man who needed the firm hand of a strong women and HAD to be taken in line. I laughed when you meekly accepted my scolding and fell at my feet, and I decided to take matters into my own hand and start to punish you. The rest, baba, as they say, is history."

"Yes, bua."

"Now, baba, continue with my left foot."

"Yes, bua."

I massaged her left foot for the next ten minutes. Finally, Rashida felt her feet were now relaxed enough and snapped her fingers.

"Ok, baba. Show me your lowly status. Kiss my feet. Start with my left foot."

"Yes, bua."

If you have ever knelt down on the floor, put your head down and kissed someone's foot, you know that's one of the ultimate signs of submission. And I was submitting to my maid servant. I took Rashida's left foot in my hands and kissed the big toe. Then I kissed that little space between the big toe and the next toe. It was a little smelly, and I had to hold the two toes apart with my fingers to place my lips there, and lick the space, but I had to pay homage to it. I continued with each toe, and the space between, and then I pressed my lips to the bottom of her sole. I then nibbled on the ankle, before kissing her heel. When she nodded, I then repeated the whole act with her right foot, slobbering over it, kissing it, and making sure to pay proper reverence to her.

Rashida once again snapped her fingers.

"Baba, stand up. Time for your spanking. Now, come here. I need you to put yourself over my lap. You know the position, baba. Over my knees!"

"Yes, bua."

"And make sure to put your little penis in between my thighs as you go over."

"Yes, bua."

Calmly, I placed myself suppliantly over her knees, across her lap. Carefully I placed my semi turgid dick in between her thighs. I could feel the rough material of the sari rub against it. My ass was now exposed. I was naked, lying across my maid's lap, ready to be spanked, my phallus held firmly in place by her meaty legs.

"Tarek." My maid placed her palm on my fanny. She gently squeezed my behind. "You were late last week in paying my mobile bill. I had to wait one day without a working connection."

"Dear bua." I tried to give me excuse. "As I told you, the shop was closed that day, unexpectedly. The guy's father-in-law had passed away, so he had gone back to the village. I had to wait one day for it to reopen."

"Are you trying to make an excuse?" Rashida pointedly squeezed my left butt cheek hard.

"No, no!" I tried to backtrack. "Just ... letting you know why I erred."

"Good." Rashida gently inserted a finger into my anus and moved it around. She then took it out and rubbed the finger on my behind. "Baba, you should not leave your tasks to the last day. You know very well that you HAD to do it, so you should have done it BEFORE the last day the bill was due."

"Yes, bua. I understand completely. It was my mistake, bua. Please forgive me."

"This lack of seriousness," Rashida continued to calmly caress my behind. Her hands gently stroking my ass, and my penis rubbing against her sari, was giving me a hard on, which made it tough for me to focus, knowing that at any moment she would start spanking me. "This lack of seriousness, baba, is causing you to fall behind in your studies, baba."

"Er ... bua, studies?" Suddenly I was puzzled. Why was she bothered with my studies?

"Yes, studies. Your results are out, baba. I heard your mother speak about them. She is not very happy."

"Er ... yes, bua. I mean, no, bua."

"You were an all A student in your school, baba. And here you are not getting the same results."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

The blow was hard, and unexpected. One minute Rashida had been caressing my butt, talking about my results. The next minute her palm had risen and then come down crashing on my butt cheek.

"Ow!" I cried out, and then hastily added. "One! Thank you, bua, for the spank. I am sorry about not paying your phone bill early, bua, please spank me again."

"It's not the phone bill, baba. It's your marks. You need to study harder, Tarek." Rashida told me. "Those results simply won't do."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

This strike, now on my right butt cheek, was even harder.

"Two. I am sorry, bua." I said, clenching my teeth. "I will try harder with my grades next time, bua. Thank you for punishing me, bua. Please spank me again."

"You have been living the easy life for some time now, baba. It's time you realized life is a serious thing."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"Three. Thank you, bua, for rightfully punishing me for my poor grades. Please spank me again."
"You have to learn to respect the fact that you are in university to study."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"Four. Thank you, bua, for spanking me. I will not be careless about my studies any more, bua. Please forgive me, bua, and spank me again."

"Tonight," Rashida announced, "I will punish you for your poor grades, baba. Tomorrow, I will punish you for failing to pay my phone bill on time."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"Five. Thank you, bua, for punishing me. It will remind me to take my studies seriously. Please pardon me for my grades, and spank me again."

The spanking continued, as my maid servant scolded me for failing to take my studies seriously. I, of course, humbly counted and then meekly thanked her, and asked for another one after apologizing for my poor grades. Every time.

SPANK!

Rashida showed me no mercy as she continued to scold and berate me.

SPANK!

Each blow was hard and fast, and my eyes began to well up with tears. I didn't even know why she was punishing me for my poor grades, or why it mattered to her more than to my mother, but here I was, getting my behind tanned for getting lower than expected grades.

SPANK!

"I am the maid who is responsible to make sure you are in line, young man," Rashida told me, "And you better stay in line. And that means studying, and no loafing around."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"You are a pathetic young man who gets slapped and spanked by his maids. His maids! So the least you can do to make yourself respectable is to ensure your grades are at least something to be proud about!"

"Yes, bua. I am sorry, bua. I should take my grades more seriously, bua."

SPANK!

"This is India," Rashida said, "Your grades are everything here. There's a billion of us, and thousands of men like you who have rich parents. How are you going to distinguish yourself? Your grades!"

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

Slowly and slowly, as Rashida continued to strike my bottom and scold me, my butt started to sting. Tears had formed around the edge of my eyes. I listened as my maid scolded me, and then shuddered as her hand smacked my bum, and then I had to count, thank her and apologize. I had received 33 spanks so far.

"Look at you! Which young man would even think of giving his maid servant a foot massage, let alone kiss her feet? You are not a real man, Tarek, so at least make sure your grades make you stand out! Give yourself some respect!"

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"Ouch! Thirty four! I am sorry, bua. Please forgive me. I will study harder. Please spank me again, bua."

I started to cry now. There had been a time when I would force myself not to cry during a beating. Even as I was caned or slapped, I would fight back tears. Even as I was being humiliated by being stripped naked and punished by my maids, I would not give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

Those days are now long over. The ladies had subjected me to extremely humiliating experiences. My maids basically did what they wanted with me, and I meekly accepted whatever they wanted of me. I still tried (and mostly failed) to control my tears in front of Rubina, but when it came to Rashida, I didn't hold back. Somehow crying in front of her made the pain (and the shame of being punished by my maid) a little more bearable.

"If you ever bring home anything less than an A, Tarek," Rashida warned me, "You better prepare yourself for a thorough beating. You will not be able to sit on your pasa for days!"

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

Rashida suddenly hit me a quick, fast, furious series of spanks. Too quick for me to keep count. I blubbered and sniffled and cried as the blows rained down on my poor bum.

"Don't 'yes, bua' me!" Rashida retorted sharply. "I shouldn't HAVE to tell you to study! Last year, right before your Pure Maths exam, you were watching cricket. CRICKET!"

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

"I am sorry, bua. I really am." I was shamelessly weeping now. "Please forgive me. I won't do it again. Please spank me again."

"You forgot to count, baba. Start from one again."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

"This is not fun for me, baba." Rashida placed her hands now on my very warm and stinging buttocks. "Your little tushie is turning a bright shade of red, baba. Do you like to be treated this way, baba?"

"Er ... no, bua."

"Then why do you give me the opportunity to spank your pasa?"

"I am sorry, bua."

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

"What you need, baba, is constant discipline. I let you go three weeks without punishment and look at you! I have been lax at taking a look at your studies, Tarek. I concentrated on your behavior around the house. Now I think I have to look at other aspects of your life."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

"You will now show me all your grades and marks for all of your assignments and exams."

"Er ... yes, bua. Of course, bua."

"Why, baba? Are you not mature enough to take care of your studies? Why do you need me ... your maid ... to punish you for not studying?"

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

There was simply no answer for that, so I remained silent as Rashida continued to spank me. Finally, after what must have been the hundred and tenth spanking of the night (I might be exaggerating slightly), Rashida took a break. I lay on her lap, panting, whimpering, crying softly, and her hands rested on my sore ass.

"Alright, baba." Rashida tapped my ass. "Stand up."

"Yes, bua." Gingerly I stood up, resisting the urge to rub my painful behind. My phallus stood out. Rashida absent mindedly grabbed my dick and wrapped her arms around it.

"For once," Rashida said, starting to stroke me, "It's not your penis that has led you to being in trouble, baba."

"Er ... yes, bua."

"Remember," Rashida gently traced a finger along the veins of my erect manhood. "I want you to be successful, Tarek. That means I am determined to make sure you stay on the correct path. Studies, studies and studies now. Correcting you with pain will sometimes be necessary for that."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida continued to stroke me as I got harder and harder. Finally, when she felt I was on the edge, Rashida stopped. She had an uncanny ability to sense just how long before I would cum, and then stop just before that. I stood there, my butt paining, my penis thirsting for a release, yet frustratingly denied.

"Baba." Rashida then stood up, facing me. I looked at my chubby maid. My majestic, royal maid servant Rashida! Her sari, carelessly wrapped around her body, exposing her big tummy and her midriff and navel. Her blouse, always one size too small, straining to constrain her huge melons, Her long jet black hair, parted down the middle, falling to her hips. Her big cheeks, flush with a high of spanking me, begging to be kissed. God, I loved this woman!

Both of Rashida's hands were now on my ears. I was being given a proper kaan dola. Rashida pinched my ear lobes and started to twist my ears painfully.

"Tonight, baba," She said, "You will sleep here, in this room, on my bed."

"Oh." Even as my ears reddened, my poor penis perked up. Sleep here, with Rashida, on her bed?

"You will sleep beside me, in the nude. I will be fully clothed." Rashida told me. "You will not touch me at all. No hugs, not even a goodnight kiss on the cheeks. And definitely your nunu comes nowhere close to me."

"Er ... yes, bua."

"We will share a blanket. It's a big blanket. And you will not touch yourself, stroke yourself or masturbate yourself. No cum. Tomorrow morning, baba, I will check the sheets. If I find even one drop of cum ..."

The whole night was pure torture for me. All night, Rashida lay there, sleeping next to me, the object of my dreams, the love of my life, my obsession, and I couldn't reach out and even touch her feet. Most young men in the city dream of spending the night in bed with their maids. I was doing it, and yet I was being punished by doing it. She was so close to me yet it was as if a wall separated us. The wall which made me her slave and her my mistress.

I could see the sari climb into the crack of her ass as she slept, and I wanted to rub my penis against her behind. Or her bare midriff as she snored lightly. Twice, I had almost cum with thoughts of the situation, yet I somehow, barely, just managed to control myself. Finally I fell asleep, and only in my thoughts, and in my dreams, did I get to do to Rashida what I wanted to.

And now I was awake. Groggy, still sleepy. Still highly aroused. And naked, and at my maid's beck and call.

"Stand up, baba." Rashida ordered. It was Friday morning, and she was now standing beside the bed. I rubbed my eyes and then obeyed her, standing beside her.

"Good." Rashida first inspected my dick, which was hard, partly because I was always hard when I woke up and partly because of my vivid dream. Satisfied, she then inspected the bedsheet and blankets to ensure I hadn't ejaculated in the night. Her doubts assuaged, she then turned to me and snapped her fingers.

"On your hands and knees, baba. Assume the position of a lowly dog, my bitch."

"Yes, bua."

I placed myself on my haunches, on my palm and my knees. Rashida then reached down and tapped my behind.

"To my bathroom, bitch!"

"Yes, bua."

I followed my maid, crawling on the floor like a lowly dog, all the way to her bathroom. Rashida then asked me to stand up, and then reached out to grab my ear.

"I am going to the bathroom now to freshen up, and you will join me there." Rashida said, twisting my ear sharply. "I feel the need to urinate on you this morning."

"Er ... yes, bua."

I heard a snicker and laughter behind us. As Rashida released my stinging ear, I turned to see Rubina looking at us, and chuckling. She was fully clothed as well, on her way to use the loo in the morning. She would wait, of course. As senior maid, Rashida was going to use the washroom first. And apparently, I was part of the "use".

"What a man!" Rubina chuckled. "His maids use him as a toilet and all he can do is say 'yes, bua'! What a luck for us to find such a specimen in our own house!"

I could only redden in embarrassment as both the maids laughed at me.

Rashida then entered the bathroom, and I followed her in when turned and indicated for me to do so. She then motioned for me to close the door.

"Now, sit here." Rashida pointed at a space between the basin and the commode, on the floor. Cringing, I knelt down and took my place on the wet, slimy floor, just next to the commode, and by the basin.

Rashida opened the tap and rinsed her toothbrush. Applying paste on it, she started to brush her teeth. She swirled around the water in her mouth for a bit and then turned to me and snapped her fingers. Obediently I looked up at her and then opened my mouth.

SPLASH!

She had rinsed her mouth and then spit out the water onto my face, into my mouth. Her sputum and the slick residue filled water went down my throat.

"Swallow." She ordered, and I complied. I tried not to think of what I was doing as she repeated the action a couple of times. Rashida was basically using me, and my mouth, as a sink. She was washing her face, rinsing her mouth, brushing her teeth, and then spitting the water out at me. And I had to drink it. Again, and again.

"Alright, move over there." Rashida pointed to the bath area.

I obeyed her and got into the area where the maids took a bath. The floor felt cold to my feet as I knelt down there.

Rashida came and stood and in front of me. From my vantage point I looked up at her. Her boobs bounced and jiggled in her blouse. I could see through the thin blouse material that her nipples were erect. She was turned on at how she was dominating me!

Rashida rolled up her sari and petticoat so that once again her cunt was now just in front of my face. She wasn't wearing panties. Her huge breasts now blocked my view of her chubby face. My maid servant 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."

Rashida positioned herself so that her crotch was right above my face. She then lowered her vulva on to my mouth. I waited for that inevitable flow. Any moment now!

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 night long pent up piss.

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 her urine.

"I am going to the kitchen." She said. "I assume Rubina will want to pee on you as well. After she's done, clean yourself up and join us in the kitchen."

"Yes, bua." I meekly replied.

Rashida was right. Rubina used me completely as her toilet, insulting me and calling me names even as she peed on my face and spit at me. After she left, I stood up and sat down on the commode, and began to pee. When I was done, I started to clean myself up. In about ten minutes, I had taken a bath, and completely scrubbed and soaped myself until I was smelling nice, and the dried myself off with the towel.

I then emerged from the bathroom and walked back to Rashida's room. Glad that my punishment was done, I put on my clothes, which were still where I had placed them last night. Once completely dressed, I joined my maids in the kitchen, hoping for a scrumptious breakfast.

"And why did you put on your clothes?" Rubina asked me sharply.

I was genuinely shocked. I thought my humiliation had been over for the morning, and I was coming downstairs to get some food prepared by the maids. Clearly my maids weren't on that same agenda.

"Er ... I ... choto bua," I was at a loss for words as Rubina walked up to me, her eyes angry. "I didn't think ... I mean ... I am sorry but I thought ..."

SLAP!

My head suddenly jerked back, and my cheeks started to sting. Rubina had slapped me.

"Until WE tell you, baba ..." Rubina calmly raised her hand again. "Your punishment is NEVER over."

SLAP!

"Er ... yes, choto bua. I understand, choto bua. Please forgive me, choto bua, I thought ..."

SLAP!

"Now, your punishment will be lengthened."

"Yes, choto bua."

SLAP!

"Do you think, baba, that you can just waltz in here and demand breakfast, after we had just urinated on you? Don't you have any source of shame? Or self respect? Or, you know, BRAINS?!!"

"Um ... I am sorry, choto bua, I should have been more circumspect."

SLAP!

"One would have thought Rashida apa spanking you last night would have been enough to put you in your proper place."

SLAP!

"The fact that you are our little slave girl, our bitch, and you should be always on your toes, trying to please us. Instead ... you seem to think only of the moment, and never ahead."

I didn't understand what exactly Rubina was getting yet, but I made haste to apologize. Again.

"I am sorry, choto bua."

SLAP!

As Rubina slapped me again and again, I meekly glanced at the floor at my feet. I was angry at myself for not thinking about getting the maids' permission to wear my clothes again. Clearly, I would have to remember that for next time. Whenever Rashida or Rubina punished me, they always clearly dismissed me. I hadn't been dismissed that morning, but merely told to come to the kitchen.

"Rubina." Suddenly Rashida spoke, as Rubina paused slapping me. We both looked at her - the senior maid. And the boss of both of us. Rubina's boss by employment. Mine by choice of submission.

"Rubina." Rashida repeated. "Perhaps mere slaps will not impress upon baba the seriousness of his actions. He does NOT get to decide when his punishment is over; we do."

"Yes, apa." Rubina smirked, and agreed with Rashida completely. "I concur."

Inwardly I groaned. Rashida was now going to make Rubina reprimand me even more. I would rather be punished by Rashida, but as my maid servant had just stated - I don't have a say in this.

"Why don't you take baba to his room," Rashida suggested, "And discipline him there in a manner you see fit. Meanwhile I am going to have my breakfast here, and I would rather not have to see the sight of his naked penis and him crying like a little girl while I am eating."

"Yes, apa. Of course, apa."

I was made to strip right there in the kitchen. Rubina told me to raise my arms straight, and then my T-shirt was yanked up and out over my head. Her hands then rested on the waistband of my shorts, before she pulled it down in a flash. It fell to my ankles, and I was told to step out of it. My clothes were then unceremoniously dumped on a kitchen chair, and Rubina's hands rested on my buttocks.

"Such nice markings, baba." She said, squeezing my bum. "Rashida apa spanked you nice and proper last night, I see. Bend over, please. I want to see it closely."

"Er ... yes, choto bua." I replied, embarrassed, as Rubina made me bend over and examined my rump closely. Recently I have noticed that both my maids were not just content with spanking me or punishing me; they had become obsessed with 'marking' me. I would be spanked or caned not only until my behind was a bright red colour, but displayed the markings of my beating.

"I am always amazed, apa," Rubina told my other maid, her hands feeling my behind, "How you can redden his pasa so much by just spanking him with your hand. I need a slipper, or a hairbrush, to really redden baba's pasa."

"I am bigger - and fatter - than you." Rashida chuckled. "More meat in my arms, so as to speak, Rubina. You are a scrawny little thing. Besides, you have to make sure baba doesn't move, so you hit him in the same place again and again. I usually put his nunu in between my thighs, so baba remains in place during the spanking."
"Hmm." Rubina's hands gently brushed my penis for a lingering moment. "I will keep that in mind, apa."

Her hand then went to my left ear, and she grabbed it firmly.

"Come, Tarek, you nalayak! Let's go to your room."

"Yes, choto bua."

Holding me by the ear, Rubina led me through the house, all the way from the kitchen to my bedroom.

"Tomar shotti kono lojja nei, dada." She told me, as she led me by my ear. "You really have no shame. Shokale tomar upon amra peshab korlam. Ekhon tomay shasti debo (We peed on you in the morning, and now I am going to punish you)."

As Rubina mocked me, she twisted and pulled my ear, just to emphasize her power over me, and my submission to her - my junior maid.

"I am sorry, choto bua." I apologized again. "Ami shotti bhebechilum amar shaja shesh. I really thought my punishment was over."

"You punishment is NEVER over, baba." Rubina told me, giving me an ominous warning with a sharp yank on my ear. "You have willingly made yourself a slave of your maids, baba. OUR SLAVE. And slaves are always punished, Tarek."

"Yes, choto bua."

"Alright, Tarek." She told me, once we were in my room. "Go by that chair. Bend over the back of that chair, and hold the seat firmly. You know the position."

"Yes, choto bua. You have caned me before like this."

"Hah! Yes, of course, bitch."

I did as Rubina asked. I was of course familiar with this position, having been caned in this way for close to two years now by my maids, and Rubina in particular. Pulling out the chair, I pressed myself to the backrest, and then bent over and gripped the sides of the chair firmly, so that my buns were now prominently in position.

Rubina walked over to my desk and picked up the wooden ruler that was now a permanent fixture in my room. She then stood behind me and knelt down slightly. I could feel her fingers on my balls.

"Spread your legs, baba." She commanded.

"Yes, choto bua."

Still holding my balls firmly in one hand, Rubina asked me to spread my legs even further.

"Spread the more apart, baba. I want to see your balls hanging."

"Yes, choto bua."

I spread apart my legs as much as I could, while still maintaining my humiliating bent over position. My penis and balls dangled right from the middle, resting against the back of the chair.

For some time, there was a lull, as Rubina gently kneaded my balls in her hand. She would roll one testicle between her fingers, and then the other. Occasionally her forefinger would linger against my penis, stroking the underside of my member.

"Hmm." Rubina commented, mostly to herself. "These balls are full of cum, eh, baba?"

"Er ... yes, choto bua."

As she played with my scrotum, I started to get hard, even as Rubina gently rested the ruler on my buttocks, letting me know what was to soon come.

Suddenly Rubina let go of my balls and stood up. I now felt the cold surface of the wood of the ruler rub against my cock.

"I better not miss your bum, eh?" Rubina chucked. "Don't want to hit your balls or your little nunu by mistake! A nunu that is now trying to stand to attention!"

I gulped.

"Er ... yes, choto bua. Um ... please don't miss, choto bua."

"I haven't really spanked you with a ruler for a long time, baba. I have been meaning to try it out for a while."

"Yes, choto bua. As you wish, choto bua."

WHAP!

The blow was hard, and fast, and without any warning.

"One! Thank you, choto bua."

I wondered how long it would be before I would break down and start crying. Rubina was a sadist, and her punishments were extremely painful. And Rashida wasn't even here to rein her in.

"Baba. Baba." Rubina rubbed the ruler on my buttocks. The cold wooden body of the ruler gave a little jolt to my cock. "I don't need you to count. Or thank me. But, from time to time, if you want to apologize, I will listen to you."

Whereas Rashida often made me count each strike, thank her for it and beg for another, Rubina would sometimes ask me to forego the whole ritual, and she would concentrate on just giving me a good beating.

"Er ... yes, choto bua. As you wish, choto bua."

WHAP!

"Say, my dear choto bua." Rubina taunted me.

WHAP!

"Yes, choto bua. Amar priyo choto bua."

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"I am sorry, amar priyo choto bua, I really am." Gritting my teeth, I mumbled another apology as four quick strikes jolted my bottom. "I should have not assumed my punishment was over this morning."

"Good, good." Rubina grinned. "And baba, if you want to cry like a little girl, go ahead."

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"I am extremely sorry, amar priyo chot bua." I apologized again. "I should have waited until you told me my punishment was over."

"Of course," Rubina replied. "Just because I peed on you, doesn't mean your punishment is over."

Rubina then began to punish me in earnest.

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

She would strike the fleshy part of on the right side of my bum, and then strike me again in the same position. Then Rubina would alternate to the left cheek, and hit me there twice in quick succession, taking care to strike at the same place.

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"Baba. Do you know why I don't really like you, Tarek? You are a pathetic soul. You are not normal, you know?"

"Yes, amar priyo choto bua."

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"You and I are really of the same age. Yet, you are born into a rich family and have a bright future, while I am from a poor family and destined to be a maid. Is that fair?"

"Er ... no, choto bua."

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"So if I get a chance to spank you, slap you, urinate on you, should I not take that chance, and derive pleasure out of it?"

"Yes, amar priyo choto bua."

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"We both know this is what you need. That's great, we maids willing to provide for your needs however, we want something in return. We want your complete, total, utter submission to our demands. Do you understand?"

"Yes, choto bua."

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

I forgot the count that I was keeping internally. Sometime after thirty I realized that I was silently crying. Around thirty five I was begging her to forgive me and end the punishment. Finally, after what must have been over fifty, Rubina stopped. She now stood behind me, her hands on my bum. As I lay there, whimpering, sniffling my tears, she examined her handiwork.

"Nice." She remarked, mostly to herself. "I like the criss cross patterns of the ruler. I think Rashida apa should be pleased with the markings on your pasa. You won't be sitting down comfortably for a day or two, Tarek! And to think, you are in this position because of your grades, and the fact that you put on your pants!"

I remained in that position for some time, until the pain subsided, just by a bit. I kept thinking of my current predicament. My ordeal had started last night, and was still going on. Apparently my grades were important to Rashida (and Rubina). I made a resolve right then and there that from now on, I would take my studies extremely seriously. So Rashida wanted me to get all As? I would GIVE her all As. I knew I had slacked off a bit - I would now study harder and work harder. I understood the material, it was just a matter of practice and dedication.

Belatedly, I also realized that this is exactly why Rashida had subjected me to this long and humiliating ordeal. She wanted me to want to study, and now I was pledging to improve myself. Her punishment methods, I realized, were working on me.

Interrupting my moment of clarity, Rubina caught hold of my ear and made me stand up.

"How's your pasa, Tarek?" Rubina taunted me, twisting my ear painfully.

"It's in pain, choto bua." I replied honestly. "It's really stinging."

If it was Rashida, I would have replied on how I had learnt my lesson and why I deserved the punishment. With Rubina, all I wanted her to know was that she was successful in making me squirm in pain. As a masochist, Rubina loved to hurt me, and I did not want any more of it.

"Good!" Rubina chuckled, still twisting my ear. "Perhaps this will teach you to be smarter in the future, in ways more than one!"

"Yes, choto bua."

Leading me by the ear, like a naughty school boy being held by the ear by his teacher, Rubina once again led me through the house back to the kitchen.

Rashida had finished her breakfast and was now cleaning up. Looking at me, Rashida suppressed a grin. I was standing there, face flushing red with embarrassment, as Rubina continued to hold me by the ear and twist my ear. My eyes were tear stained, and I was constantly shuffling on my feet, trying hard to forget the stinging pain of my well walloped behind.

Rashida then turned to Rubina.

"Alright Rubina, you can start your duties. I will take over from here. Go to the master bedroom and start dusting and mopping."

"Yes, apa."

If Rubina was surprised by how quickly she was being dismissed, she showed no sign. No one disobeyed Rashida in this house. Letting go of my ear, she exited the kitchen.

"Alright, baba." Rashida wiped her hands on the hem of her sari, and then came to stand right in front of me. I felt completely emasculated by her big, tall stature. She looked at me and grinned, and then reached out and took my penis in her hand. Gently stroking it, she looked at me and smiled.

"I still have to punish you for your laziness in paying my phone bill, baba." She told me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, even as her fingers played with my scrotum.

"Bua." I begged of her. "Rub ... er ... choto bua has really punished me quite thoroughly. Please have mercy on me."

Rashida chuckled.

"If I did, baba," She replied, tugging at one of my testicles, "You wouldn't take me seriously. Once or twice I can let go. Not when it's a trait."

"Er ... yes, bua."

"I am going to give you a choice." Rashida told me, letting go of my balls. "You can stand against the wall and I will beat your pasa with this spatula. Or you can stand here facing me and get slapped."

It was a tough choice. I didn't like to be slapped. It was very humiliating as your maid would grin, raise her arm and hit you on your cheeks. On the other hand, Rashida, while not being sadistic like Rubina, could spank me very hard. Her bare hand was enough to cause welts on my bottom, and a spatula could be even harder. Plus I had just been walloped by Rubina, and my butt was still on fire.

"I ... I choose to be slapped, bua."

"As you wish, kutti. Now, Please stand against this wall here. Hands behind your back, please. Now, stand with your back to the wall, facing me, and do not move. I will not be restraining you in any way, so if you move I will miss. And trust me, you don't want me to miss."

"Yes, bua."

I did as instructed. Rashida's voice was calm, while I felt once again very exposed and vulnerable as I assumed the position. Once more Rashida started to play absent mindedly with my balls with her left hand, while her right hand patted my left cheek.

"I want you to count, baba, each slap. No other word, however, unless you want to beg for mercy." Rashida instructed. "I like it when you beg."

"Er ... yes, bua."

SLAP!

Without any further word Rashida suddenly raised her right hand and laid a sharp smack right across my face. I grunted, as much from surprise as anything else.

"One. Thank you..."

SLAP!

"Two."

Rashida continued to slap me, about one slap every couple of seconds or so, while she continued to scold and lecture me.

"Not only am I punishing you for being lazy, or admitting to ogle my 'beautiful ass', I am punishing you for four other reasons. Can you guess what they are, baba?"

SLAP!

"Three. Uh... four reasons, bua?" I gasped in between the sharp humiliating smacks across my face.

"Yes, four."

SLAP!

"Five. I ..." I counted and then tried to guess the reasons, and failed. "I don't know, bua ..."

SLAP!

"Six."

"Well, I'll tell you." Rashida told me, without stopping the cadence of her slaps. "First, being a boy who NEEDS to be kept in line."

SLAP!

"Seven!"

"You should be able to take care of yourself, baba, but no ... I have to constantly punish you to see that you are on the right track!"

Even as she slapped me with her right hand, her left hand continued to knead my balls.

SLAP!

"Two. For still thinking that in the end I would even be attracted to someone as pathetic as you."

SLAP!

"You are nothing more than a bitch to me, baba."

SLAP!

"Is this hurting you, baba?"

"Yes, bua." I replied, my cheeks now burning. "Please have mercy on me."

SLAP!

"You can beg all you want, please do, but it won't do you any good."

SLAP!

"In a way, it's good that it hurts. Maybe you will remember this for a while."

SLAP!

"So, third reason. For repeating your mistakes."

SLAP!

"Once I punish you for one thing, I don't expect to punish you again for the same mistake."

SLAP!

"But again and again, you fail to pay my phone bill."

SLAP!

"Finally, I punish you to humiliate you, and I hope this humiliation will cause you to improve yourself."

SLAP!

"Seventeen." I counted. Was I right? I didn't know, and I don't think Rashida cared.

"I punish you because I care about you."

SLAP!

"Eighteen. Er ... thank you, bua. I realize that, bua. I know you care about me."

"Good." Rashida stopped slapping me. She gently caught hold of me by the hips, and made me turn around, so I was now facing the wall, with my back to her.

"Baba, I want you to count again. Just start counting from one, and keep going. What I want you to do is that with each number, I want you to think about what happened here today, Tarek. And how you could have prevented it. And about where you find yourself now."

"Yes, bua."

"Start, baba."

I stood in the corner, naked, humiliated after being beaten by Rubina with a ruler and slapped by Rashida, and started to count.

"One."

"Two."

The whole ignominy of the situation began to hit me, even as I counted up. Here I was, completely stark naked, standing in my kitchen, in the corner, after having been flogged mercilessly by her and my other maid. I, their master and their employer, was constantly utterly humiliated by them on a regular basis.

"Nine."

"Ten."

My maids held me in utter contempt. They were my maids! They should be respecting me, fearing me, trembling before me! Instead, they laugh at me, scorn me, and never lose the chance to mock my manhood. They strip me naked as they wish, and punish me as they want. They hold my penis in their hands, stroke me, and make fun of me when I get hard.

"Fifteen."

"Sixteen."

I have a huge fascination for Rashida, I admit. I love her. I really do. This amazing, powerful woman occupied my thoughts constantly. I was in awe of her, and how she commanded respect and authority from me. I just wished that she also loved me back similarly.

But in the last one and half years, I had been humiliated by her in every way possible. Not only had Rashida slapped me, spanked me, caned me, whipped me, she had also demeaned me in other ways. I had been spit upon by her. She disdainfully looked me in the eye and spit on my face, and then I had to thank her for it. I had willingly drunk her urine, lying on the cold floor of the washroom as she passed water on me. I had hoped it would show her how much devoted I was to her, yet it only furthered her scorn for me.

"Twenty three."

"Twenty four."

I began to cry. I guess I began to grasp the whole situation then. My maids treated me like their own personal slave boy.

"What's the matter, baba?" Rashida stood behind me and tenderly rubbed my sore buttocks. "Why are you crying?"

"I ... I ..." I began to sob.

"Hush. It's OK." Rashida wrapped her arms from behind me. Her arms went around to my front and hugged me around my tummy. "It's OK. Um ... don't stop counting, baba."

"Y-y-yes, bua." I sniffed. "Twenty five. Twenty six."

"Now tell me why you are crying, baba." Rashida's voice was gentle, comforting. I felt warmth in her embrace, even though my caboose was rubbing against her sari, making my pain sting more. "And keep counting."

"Twenty seven. Bua, I just realized just how low I have fallen in your eyes. Twenty eight. You ... and choto bua ... punished me today very severely, bua. Twenty nine."

"Now, now, baba." Rashida, hugging me from behind, softly rubbed my tummy. "Whose fault was it today, baba, that you got punished?"

"Mine, b-b-bua." I told her, in between my sobs. "Thirty. I-i-i really should have t-t-t-taken my studies more s-s-s-seriously, bua."

"There, there." Rashida patted my tummy. Her hands lingered, only briefly, on my genitals, before she raised her hands and caught me by my shoulders. Holding me firmly, she made me turn around, so I was now once again facing her. One look at her comforting, matronly face, and I couldn't hold myself. I threw my arms around her in a hug, buried my face in her bosom and started to bawl.

"It's OK. It's OK." Rashida's hands stroked my back, and patted my bum. "You have learned your lesson for today, baba."

"T-t-thank you, bua."

Rashida continued to soothe me and pat me as I calmed down. After some time, I stopped sniffling and whimpering, and realized I was still hugging Rashida. My arms were around her waist, resting on her bare skin.

"I am sorry, bua." I told her, dropping my arms. "I don't know what came over me."

Rashida smiled at me.

"It's OK, Tarek. Remember, we maids do punish you. We are hard with you. We are strict with you. But we do love you, baba. You are a very good little slave boy."

"Thank you, bua." I was genuinely comforted. "I love you too."

Rashida's hands then went down my back and to my behind. She squeezed a butt cheek. I yelped - my ass was still sore from my caning. Rashida ignored my feeble protests and continued to feel and grope my keister.

"Baba." She remarked. "Your tush is still smarting from Rubina's smacking?"

"Er ... yes, bua."

"But you know you needed that, didn't you, baba?" Rashida asked. "I love you, but you had to be punished to learn your lesson. And the lesson is that until we say it, your punishment is NOT over. We decide, not you."

"Yes, bua. May I ask a question, bua?"

"Yes, you may." Rashida's hands were now patting and caressing my smarting derriere. "What's your question?"
"Why are my grades so important to you, bua? I mean, I understand the seriousness of it ... heck, I was punished for it since last night ... but why is it important to you, bua? I thought for you it would be more of how I behaved and whether I listened to your instructions and that sort of thing."

For a minute Rashida was quiet. I wondered if I had offended her by the question. After all, I don't get to decide what's important for her.

"Baba." Rashida said, her hands now fingering my very tender anus. "It's important for me that you be a successful young man. I have plans for you. And in India, success means good marks. That's all you need to know, baba."

"Er ... yes, bua. Thank you, bua."

Rashida's hands then slowly went around my body, circling my waist, and then down to the front, where they rested on my now awakening manhood.

"Baba. You are going to be a good, studious boy from now on, aren't you?" Rashida asked me, her fingers tracing a path on my dick.

"Er ... of course, bua."

Rashida was now stroking me, and well aware of the reaction it was having on me.

"Tarek, later on in the day, I want you to go to Rubina and tell her you are sorry for your grades, OK? She too wants to serve in a house where the young man of the house is going to be a successful one."

"Er ... yes, bua." I still didn't understand the maids' obsession with my grades, but I wasn't going to question Rashida. Particularly when she was rubbing my cock.

"You will tell her you are going to work harder to please her, and you are really sorry. And that next time unless we say it, you will never think your punishment is over."

"Yes, bua."

I was quite hard now, and Rashida showed no signs of slowing down. Both of her hands were now touching me there, one kneading my balls and the other stroking my manhood.

"Baba. I spank you because I love you. You know you need it. I know you need it."

"Yes, bua. I do. I am sorry, bua, that I cause you trouble, but I will do my best to keep you happy, bua."

I then grimaced. Rashida smiled, but continued to rub me.

"Baba! What's the matter?"

"I ... bua ... I ... your ... er ... rubbing ... I am so close ... bua ..." I managed to croak. I really didn't know how long I could hold out as Rashida continued to tease me.

"Baba." Rashida laughed. "It's OK."

Was she giving me permission to cum?

"Thank you, bua." I gushed out, grateful for the relief. "Thank you so much, bua. I love you, bua."

"I know, baba. I love you too."

Her rubbing started to get a little more frenetic.

"You love me?" I asked her. "But not in the way I love you, bua, right?"

"Tarek." Rashida grinned. "I have urinated on you. Do you ever think I can love you like that?"

As Rashida continued to stroke me, I was now rock hard. Any moment now. Rashida continued to speak.

"Baba. We both know that what really turns you on is submitting to me and serving MY needs. What I also have come to realize that having you naked, on your knees, at MY feet really turns me on as well. And THAT is why I love you."

"Yes, bua."

With that, I couldn't hold out any more. I started to cum. It was an explosion. I ejaculated all over her hands, her clothes, my legs and the floor. Rashida didn't stop stroking me until I was completely spent.

"There, there." She told me, smiling at me.

"Thank you, bua." I gushed. It didn't matter that this woman had just made me go through an extremely chastening ordeal. She did it for my welfare. And in the end, she had mercy on me and allowed me a release.

I went back to the dream I had of her.

One day, I told myself, Rashida, I am going to make that dream true. I love you, bua, and I know you love me too. And you will love me the way I love you.