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My Indian maid catches me masturbating, and spanks me
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My Indian maid catches me masturbating, and spanks me as a punishment -- Tarek.
*Rashida had been our family maid even before my birth. She twenty four when I was born, and from pictures that I saw later, the young maid Rashida was a comely lass. She was a chubby woman, but the weight had been in the proper places. So she had seen me as a baby, as a toddler and a child growing up. However, our story really started when I was eighteen, and she was forty-two -- one of those middle aged women who were the object of every teenage boy's wettest dreams.I had just hit puberty some time ago, a late bloomer, and suddenly I became aware of a whole new world. Girls were suddenly not just with cooties, but with boobies and booties. Your whole world was suddenly filled with new images of big breasts and exposed navels and the sari riding into the butt crack. Every woman around me suddenly radiated a charm and a magnetic pull towards her chest that I was constantly in a state of arousal. In India, internet wasn't as developed as it is today, so every afternoon, I would come home from school, lock my door and jack off to the thoughts of Madhuri Dixit or my English teacher Mrs. Geeta Patel and her hot melons.Lately, I started to notice Rashida as well. We also kept a young maid called Rubina who would come in once in a while. Rubina was just a young scrawny thing; her only redeeming feature was her big butts. Otherwise she had no figure to speak of, and her breasts were tiny apples. Rashida on the other hand -- she was bigger, and filled out quite nicely. Being older, she was also more carefree with her appearance, with more skin exposed -- back, navels -- and she had big breasts that were always bouncing about in her blouse as she mopped the floor or dusted the furniture. Rashida's blouse was always a size small for her boobs, and her cleavage was always visible, even more when it was just I who was around.One afternoon there was no one home except the two maids --Rubina and Rashida. Rashida opened the front door; I grunted a greeting and went to my room. Carefully shutting the door I stripped off my clothes so I was completely nude, ready to begin masturbating.Mrs. Patel had been extra sexy that day. She had worn a dress shirt and a tight skirt that clung to her small ass and rose to her knees, and the windows of the classroom had been open. An occasional gust of wind through the room would suddenly blow her skirt up, and we could even see the outline of her white panties. Of course she would just laugh and flatten her skirt down again, not knowing what affect it was having on us. There was a scrum before English class -- even the normally backbenchers would fight to sit at the front row.So there I was at my desk, seated on my cushy leather chair, with my rod in my hand. I rubbed and stroked my cock, thinking of Mrs. Patel and Rashida. In my fantasies, Rashida was cleaning the school room and finds Mrs. Patel alone in a classroom and they start making out. I could see Rashida kiss Mrs. Patel, remove her skirt and spank her ass. I stroked my cock harder and harder, and started to mumble, "Oh, Rashida! Oh, Mrs. Patel! Oh, Rashida!"Suddenly, the door flew open.It was Rashida, and she had a broom in her hand. She had meant to clean the room, and had knocked. Unfortunately that day, I had forgotten to lock and bolt the door, and Rashida's knock had sent it open. She walked in, and stood transfixed at the sight in front of her. Here I was, eyes shut, repeatedly rubbing my weenie, and murmering "Mrs. Patel! Rashida!" when she had walked in! And there she was -- dressed in a green sari, tucked over to one side as she had been working hard. Her big stomach and belly button completely exposed, as was my Rashida's style. Her bosom was heaving, and I could see a little sweat on the blouse material around her arm pits due to her maid work. Now she stood starting at my exposed nakedness, and a sly smile creeping to her lips.Oh I was scared. My dick immediately flopped. Would she tell my parents?"Oh, bua, please, I am sorry." I immediately started to apologize to her, using the respectful term bua. I usually called the maids by their names, but here I was, calling them bua. I did not think then what I thought later -- why was I apologizing to her? She had barged into my room."I am so sorry, bua." I cried. "Please it won't happen again. Please don't tell my parents.""Well, baba," Rashida replied, "this is highly unusual, you know." She always called me 'baba'."Please, please, I am so sorry. You see, I don't know what came over me. Please, I will never do this again." I was close to blubbering.Rashida smiled. I noticed she made no move to leave the door, as a normal maid would have had she interrupted her master's private moments. Instead, she towered over me, completely dominating the situation. I also realized the door was still open, and Rubina could walk in any time as well."This is not something good you are doing," Rashida stated. "I will have to think about this. Wait here."She turned to leave the room, and then turned back to command me in a very cold voice. "I don't want to see you MOVE from that chair, OK? Otherwise it won't be good for you."She left. To my surprise, I realized my penis was throbbing, slowly rising again. Her commanding voice and domineering nature was turning me on! I decided to disobey her and crept to the door, trying to hear what was happening.Rashida went to the kitchen, where Rubina was cutting some vegetables. I heard the two maids talking. Taking my chance, I decided to clothe myself. Whatever the situation, it wouldn't do good to remain undressed. I had just put on my underwear when I heard the front door slam -- and I froze. What happened? Did my parents come back?"Didn't I tell you NOT TO MOVE?" It was Rashida, and she was back at my door. There was anger in her eyes and steel to her voice."Oh, bua! I..." I started to mumble something, and then dropped my trousers, so I was now only in an underwear. "I thought ...""I just sent Rubina to the market, to fetch something." Rashida announced. So the door I had heard shutting was Rubina leaving for the market."So Rubina won't be back for at least an hour. And then I return to find you ...." Rashida stopped speaking in mid-sentence and looked at me. Again, a slow smile crept to her pouty lips. And then, to my surprise, she turned around as if to exit the room, her back now to me."I think," Rashida announced, as she was leaving my room, "I better tell your parents and let them deal with this."Oh no, no! In a trice I was on my knees, throwing my arms around her legs."No, no bua! Please don't! Please don't tell my parents!" I blubbered. "I will do anything, ANY thing! I am so sorry, bua.""Idiot!" Rashida had turned around and once again there was fury in her chubby face. "I almost fell!""So sorry, bua!" I continued to apologize, kneeling on the floor and looking up at her gigantic melons. "Please, I will do anything for you.""Hmm." Rashida slowly bent over so her breasts were now inches away from my face. I noticed she did not tell me to get up -- she liked me on the floor, on my knees, begging for mercy."Baba!" She said. "I told you not to move from the chair, yet you got up and so you disobeyed me. What happens to boys who disobey their elders?"Gulp! I swallowed. "Er, bua, they get punished?""Exactly!" Rashida beamed. "And before that, I caught you masturbating. What happens to boys with little dicks who get caught masturbating by their maids?""Um, they get punished?" I looked at her eyes, hoping for an answer."Correct again! Now," Rashida smiled now, "Would you rather let your parents know about this and punish you, or would you rather not let them know, but get punished by me, your maid servant?""Oh, of course, you, bua, you!" I was so relieved that Rashida was not going to report me to my parents that the words came out of my mouth like a torrent. "Please punish me. Please slap me, please beat me, please whip me! Do anything! I would rather be punished by you! It would be a dream.." I shut up, biting what I was about to say. I always had a fascination with big and powerful women."Well, my boy," Suddenly Rashida reached out and grabbed my right ear. She twisted it hard, so hard that I cried out 'Ow', and pulled me to my feet by the ear. "I am going to punish you, as I see fit, when I see fit. I will punish you whenever I want,however I want. Is that ok with you, baba?""Yes, bua, yes. Please punish me as you like bua, I am all yours to be punished. You do what you want to me. Oh, ow! My ear!" I caught her hand as continued to twist my ear. "Bua, it hurts.""Oh, it will hurt, baba." Rashida said grimly. "Don't touch my hands, that will cost you extra." She gave my ear another pull. I dropped my hands to my side, wondering what I had gotten myself into. I was also extremely turned on by the thought of this big, chubby, beautiful maid with big breasts dominating me. My phallus started to rise again and poked its head through the slit in my underwear. Rashida saw it."Baba, we will have to do something about your soldier."She raised another hand. Now both of my ears were being twisted. I was now dark red, face flushed with shame. Rashida then stopped twisting my ears."Baba, now tell me why I will punish you first. Start with you disobeying me.""Bua, you told me to remain naked in my chair while you went out of the room." I answered her, my ears stinging. "I disobeyed you. I am very sorry bua, and I deserve whatever punishment you give me.""Ten slaps." Rashida announced. "And listen carefully baba, after each slap, you will count it, thank me, apologize for your mistake and ask for another slap. And if you miss..." Rashida made a slapping motion with her hand, "another extra slap! You don't want extra slaps, do you baba?""Yes, bua. I mean, no, bua. I mean, whatever you wish, bua. I am yours to be punished.""Good, baba. Now, show your cheek."Grimacing, I stood as Rashida raised a hand and slowly rubbed it against my cheek. She took her time, building my anticipation and fear. She then raised her hand. I waited, reading myself for a painful smack to my cheek.Slap!It was sudden and quick. Even though I was waiting for it, Rashida moved fast. She slapped me hard -- a loud smack that left a large red mark on my embarrassed face."One," I remembered to count. "Thank you for slapping me, bua. I am very sorry I disobeyed you, I deserve to be slapped. Please slap me again.""Of course, baba."Slap!"Two. Thank you, bua. I deserve this for not listening to you. Please slap me again."Slap! Slap! Slap!And so it continued. Ten slaps, each of which made me blush deeply. It was such a humiliation -- to be slapped by your busty maid -- the normally docile maid who usually takes your orders, gets your tea, and makes your bed -- and here she was slapping my face, punishing me for masturbating. I wonder what anyone would say if they could see Rashida and me then."Ten. Thank you, bua. I deserve your punishment. Please slap me again.""Ten is quite enough, baba." Rashida stopped, looking at me. I was bravely trying to hold back my tears or even squirm, even though my cheeks were burning with pain and shame. I had now been slapped by a maid, and I had even thanked her for it!Rashida walked and sat down on my bed. She beckoned at me to come closer to her. My wiener was now hard, and Rashida could see the bulge in my underwear."Tell me," Rashida commanded, "What were you masturbating to?""I ... I ..." I stammered. Rashida threateningly raised a hand, and I replied quickly."I was thinking about Mrs. Patel, my English teacher." I told Rashida about Mrs. Patel's short skirt and wind blowing it up."I heard my name too." Rashida reminded me.Shamed-facedly, I told Rashida the truth. "I was thinking of you and Mrs. Patel. You were kissing her, slapping her ass, playing...""Well," Rashida smiled. "I don't know if I will be slapping her ass, but certainly your ass is going to get some action. Go, get me that ruler."She pointed to a ruler I had on my desk. Silently I picked it up and handed it to Rashida. She grabbed me and pulled me on to her lap. I felt her nails on the waistband of my underwear, which she pulled down to my knees. Now my ass was completely naked and totally exposed to be paddled. My penis was buried between her legs as I lay over her knees, awaiting my punishment. Rashida placed a hand on my butt, slowly patting it."Baba, you do know it's wrong for you to think of me that way. I have seen you since you were a kid.""Yes, bua." I answered in what I thought was an apologetic voice. "I am ashamed of myself. Please forgive me.""Baba, I will start with thirty canings from this ruler." Rashida told me, completely ignoring my abject apology. "Please count them out loud."I next felt her hand stroking my upturned bottom, then SWAT! It surprised me and all I said was "Ouch.""Baba, you forgot to count that caning, so I will repeat it after you apologize. Do you understand?""I am so sorry, Rashida." I replied.SWAT! SWAT!I felt two hard quick swats as Rashida said, "From now on, you will ALWAYS address me as bua, and NEVER call my by name. Those two canings will also not count.""Yes, bua, I am so sorry, bua, I do understand." I started to babble. "Do I need to apologize after each caning, and ask for another one as well, bua? Please do forgive my errors, bua."Rashida patted my bum appreciatively. "You are learning fast, baba.""Yes, bua." I replied. I was completely at her mercy, ready to do as she asked of me."That's a lot better. Here we go again, baba, with thirty strokes."SWAT!"One. I am sorry bua, I was masturbating, thinking about you. Please punish me again."SWAT!"Two. I am so ashamed, bua, I am so sorry. Please punish me again."Then my paddling began in earnest. Rashida alternated between each ass cheek, and I had to count all of the canings out loud. My bottom started to sting after ten strokes. I was now crying and squirming, all thoughts of bravery lost. I missed a count and she swatted again.At the end of my paddling she said, "Stand up, and walk over to the corner with your hands on top of your head." I did as she said, my underwear falling to the floor as I made over to the corner. I stood there in the "dunce" position, my hands over my head, completely humiliated.After ten minutes of standing still, I could feel her hands on my red bum, admiring her spanking. Then she turned me around so my erect cock was now facing her."Let's do something about this." She said, and opened my desk drawer where I had hidden a box of condoms that I used when masturbating. How Rashida knew about this I did not know. Rashida pulled out a condom and placed it on me. She wrapped her hands around my balls and started to stroke them. After a few caresses I couldn't take it anymore and shot my cum into the condom.That was the first of many punishments I was to receive at the hands of Rashidabua. When I did not of course report about my humiliation at her hands to my parents, Rashida knew she had a hold over me. She now owned me. But of course each session is another story by itself.

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Re: My Indian maid catches me masturbating, and spanks me
« Reply #1 on: October 26, 2014, 07:28:28 AM »
Chapter 2 -- My Second Punishment From The Indian MaidMy Indian maid catches me peeping in the shower, and punishes me -- Tarek.I was sitting on my bed nursing a rather sore and a very stinging bottom. Having just glanced at the mirror, my buttocks were still bright red, even though Rashida had spanked me over two hours ago with her hair brush.Like many of my disciplining, my maid Rashida determined the nature of the punishment, the length and method, and most of the times I would find out the reason only during my spanking. This one started off like that. Rashida led me by my ear, twisting it all the way, to her room."Baba!" She ordered me, once the door was shut. "Pull down your trousers.""Now?" I asked her in alarm. "Rubina is still in the house, bua, and she could pop into this room any minute!"Rubina was our other maid."Tsk, tsk." Rashida shook her head in disappointment. "Baba! Why do you do this? When I say something, I expect to be obeyed AT ONCE!"SLAP!My right cheek turned a bright red as I realized our maid of many years has once again slapped me, her so-called master (only by name). In reality, it was she who was the mistress and I her servant.SLAP!"Haven't I taught you to say something whenever you get slapped, baba?"SLAP!"Oh, yes, bua, of course. I am so sorry bua, for disobeying you. Please slap me again.""With pleasure, baba. Show me your cheek."SLAP!"Thank you, bua, for slapping me. I deserve it. Please slap me again."SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!Finally, Rashida sat down on her bed, facing me, and then yelled, "Baba! Crawl your ass over here and kiss my foot! NOW!"Still dressed, I immediately got down on my hands and knees and started to crawl over to where she was sitting. Rashida put out a foot, awaiting my arrival. When I got there, I immediately dropped my face down to her feet. Rashida arched her head back so she could feel my mouth planting kisses on the top of her toes. She sat back, enjoying her total control over me as I slobbered over her feet."Enough!" She snapped her fingers. "Get your fat ass over my lap now.""Yes, bua!" I answered meekly.Rashida watched me slowly get up, my cheeks still red from her slaps. She grabbed my arm and helped push me down on her lap, over her knees. Roughly, she grasped my ass cheeks, positioning me till I was centered. She then clutched the waistband of my pants and pulled it down. My underwear soon followed, dropping to my ankles. My bare butt was now high up in the air. Enjoying the sight of my white bum on her lap at her mercy, Rashida clicked her tongue."From now on," Rashida commanded me, "I don't want you to wear underpants around the house, ever! Whenever I want, I should just be able to pull down your pants down and spank you.""Yes, bua." I acquiesced timidly. "From today I will not wear underwear."Rashida squeezed my ass cheeks and then asked, "And why will you not wear underwear, baba?"Bless Rashida! Not only was she going to punish me as she willed, she was driving home the point and further humiliating me by making me explicitly admit that fact."So that, bua, I can be easily spanked by you whenever you wish to do so.""Good boy!"Rashida slowly rubbed her hands across my bare bottom, as if deciding on the nature of the punishment. As her fingers glided across my butt, each touch of her skin on mine produced a thousand watts of current through my body."Twenty should be enough for now, baba." Rashida informed me. "You better count and thank me for each one, if you don't want to be disciplined even more.""Yes, bua."Rashida brought her hand down hard on my right butt cheek as I gasped.SPANK!"One! Thank you, bua. I am guilty and deserve to be punished. Please spank me again.""Indeed I will, baba." Rashida agreed. "Can you see yourself now, baba, a teenager boy from a distinguished family, lying over the knees of a lowly maid, and getting spanked?"SPANK!"Two! Thank you, bua. It is an honour for me to be punished by a woman like you. Please spank me again.""Does it turn you on, baba, getting punished and humiliated like this? What if your teachers could see you now?"SPANK!"Ouch! Three! Thank you, bua, for spanking me. Yes, bua, I am truly ashamed. Please spank me again.""I should take you to my village," Rashida told me, "and get my mother and sister to spank you as well. They would love to punish an ass like you."Not only was Rashida giving me a beating, I had to humbly digest her insults as well.SPANK!"Ow! Ouch! Four! Thank you, bua, for spanking me. I would love to be spanked by your mother and sister. Please spank me again."SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!Rashida continued to alternately hit each ass check, again and again. Sometimes I forgot to count or thank her as my voice was strained in pain and she gave me five more for each time I forgot. Ten minutes later, I was in tears, begging her to stop and thanking her for each spank at the same time.Rashida helped me get off her lap, enjoying the red marks she had placed across my butt. My pants were now on the floor, and I was dressed just in my T-shirt. I continued to stare at the floor in embarrassment."Baba, take off your t-shirt! I want you completely nude."This time, without hesitation, I took off my t-shirt, slipping it over my shoulders. I was now completely in the buff, my dick exposed, standing stark naked in front of my maid Rashida, my hands gingerly rubbing my sore behind."Get me my hairbrush!" Rashida ordered me. I turned over to a small desk where Rashida kept a few of her grooming kit and picked out the hair brush. It was a big thick brush, with a long flat edge, and an equally firm and long handle. I gave it to Rashida, who curled one finger and beckoned me over."Come around to my right side, baba, and put yourself across my knees," She said sternly. I felt myself being pulled across her lap by my arm. My hands held me up off the floor and my butt was sticking up in the air in the perfect position for her to spank. I felt so ashamed. Here I was, master of the house, but lying across the lap of my maid, naked, ready to be spanked with her hairbrush, while at any time the other maid could pop in and catch me in this embarrassing situation."I am going to spank you with my hairbrush." Rashida announced. "That will teach you to be a peeping tom." So this was to be my punishment for trying to catch a peek of Rubina while she was taking a shower."Er... bua, how many spanks?" I asked foolishly.Whap!"Ow!" I screamed."Baba!" Rashida gently caressed my left butt cheek that was now stinging from her blow. "I will spank you until I feel it's enough."Whap!Whap!Whap!The spanking resumed, hard and fast. Each smack caused me to throw back my head and shout a begging protest. At first I was aware that Rubina could hear me, so I tried to be quiet, but by the tenth smack I was bawling my eyes out. I could not even let my thoughts wander as my mind was constantly brought back to the task at hand by the swift series of spanks I received, alternating between one cheek and the other."I'm sorry bua, I'm sorry. Oh bua, please stop now. Arghhh!!"Tears streamed heavily down my face. The intensity of the spanking increased until I felt like my entire butt was on fire. But suddenly and without warning Rashida stopped. I adjusted my position slightly and reached up to rub myself with my right hand.Rashida pushed my arm down. "No, baba! Stay in position. I want you to contemplate the burning sting a while longer."More than a minute passed until I was finally told that I should stand up. "Do not place your hands on your behind baba. Put them back on your head and hold your ears." I stood erect in that position. My face was now flush with shame."Your ass has turned a nice even red colour." Rashida informed me. "I can see the marks of my strokes."Rashida finally had mercy on me after ten minutes. "OK, now put on your clothes and go to your room. And stay there! Think about what you did until I decide what to do next."The punishment was not over!I ran to my room. That was over two hours ago, and my ass was still on fire. I tried to think of how I had gotten myself into this situation.It all started when Rashida, our maid, had caught me masturbating in my room. Now I was a normal eighteen year old boy, just finishing high school, with normal desires, and in India that meant coming home from school and masturbating to the thought of my sexy English teacher -- and my maid. It was my bad luck that my door had been unlocked, and that day Rashida had entered without knocking.It was a situation tailor made for Rashida. Here was I, the young master of the house, my pants on the floor, with a dick in my hand, jacking off loudly -- while calling out her name. And there was our maid, the one who now had me at her mercy. If she told my parents, I would be in deep trouble. I had no choice but to submit to her punishment.Rashida had sent off our other maid, Rubina, on an errand so she could have me completely to herself. She stripped me nude, and then twisted my ears. If you are an Indian kid, you know how humiliating it is to have your ears twisted by an older, matronly lady. I was then forbidden from calling her by name, as I usually did, instead being commanded to refer to her using the respectful term "bua".Following that, Rashida had slapped me continuously while ordering me to thank her for each slap, thus further adding to my shame. Then she had put me over her knees, across her lap and spanked me, again and again, with a ruler. I had to count and thank her for each spank. That had been over three weeks ago.After my parents had returned, I tried to forget my humiliating punishment session. It was just a one-time thing, I told myself. I was horny, and my maid took advantage of me. It won't happen again. So the next day, while we were sitting down to lunch, I deliberately called her by her name, which she had warned me not to do while she had been spanking me."Rashida! Can I get some water?" I asked, raising my glass."Yes, of course, baba!" She ran to fill my glass, just like a good Indian maid would.And so it began. For the next three weeks, Rashida behaved just like a normal maid, even when my parents were away. She would make the bed, dust and clean the rooms, prepare the food and do the menial tasks a maid should. I had almost forgotten that the same plump, buxom maid who was sweeping my floor had taken me across her lap and had given me a sound thrashing.In the afternoons, I would be returning home from school. My father would still be at the shop (he was a businessman) while my mother would be in the office. It was just Rashida, me and our other maid Rubina in the house.Rubina was just a young skinny girl; twenty or twenty four years of age (no one knew exactly!); her only redeeming feature was her big butts. Otherwise she had no figure to speak of, and I thought her breasts were tiny apples. Rashida, however, was chubby, and filled out quite nicely. Being older, she was also more carefree with her appearance, thus her navel and waist were always exposed with her thin sari, and she had big breasts that were always bouncing about in her blouse as she mopped the floor or dusted the furniture. Wearing blouses that were one size smaller for her boobs, her cleavage was always visible. Rubina, on the other hand, was always careful to drape her pallu around her.Every afternoon, Rashida would retire to the servants' room for a short nap, while Rubina would take the time to take a bath. One day, while tiptoeing over to the servant's quarters for an errand, I noticed that the bathroom door had a large crack on it.I could hear Rubina inside. Placing myself carefully against the door, I peered in. Given that it was the servant's bathroom, there wasn't any shower to speak of -- it was an enclosed bath area. Rubina had filled a bucket, and she now dipped a mug, and then poured the water over herself.Oh, I never realized how sensuous a woman looked when wet! Rubina may be scrawny, but she was a nubile young woman. Her eyes were shut, and the water gently trickled across her face, over her tiny breasts, disappearing down her waist. I could see she didn't shave, and her pubic area was all lathered up. I unzipped my shorts and slowly started to rub my dick with my hand.Rubina opened her eyes and softly placed one hand between her legs. Leisurely, she started to move her hands to and fro."Mmmmm...." She started to hum. I kept stroking my cock harder and harder.I hadn't even seen Rashida standing behind me. Suddenly, I felt the most violent tug on my ear."What is this?" She hissed angrily, twisting my ear with all her might. "A peeping tom!""Bua! I ..." I managed to croak, my dick going limp. "I ...""Let's go to my room!" Rashida let go of my ear, slapped my right cheek, and then grabbed hold of my ear again.That was over two and half hours ago. Since my initial punishment, when Rashida had slapped my cheeks, made me kiss her feet, spanked me bareback, over her knees, bare handed, and then spanked me again with her hairbrush, I had been waiting in my room, wondering what was going on. Suddenly, the door to my room opened. Once again, she did not bother to knock.She walked to the centre of the room and clapped her hands. Immediately I was on my knees, kissing her feet as she had instructed me. I touched my lips to each of her toes as she stood, bemused. She then clapped her hands again, and I crept back and stood up, eyes cast down towards the floor respectfully."Your mother has just called." Rashida announced. "She and your father are going to some dinner event, and won't be back until very late. Also, Rubina has just stepped out to visit her uncle's. She will be back tomorrow morning."I understood. It was just Rashida and me, in the house, for hours. And that made me her domicile slave, at her beck and call, for her to do as she wished with me.Looking at me straight in the eye, Rashida stated, "Well, I understand you have been a very naughty little boy again.""Yes, bua." I humbly admitted."And you know what I liked to do to naughty little boys, baba?""You punish them, bua.""And how will I punish you, baba?""As you wish, bua. Whatever method you choose, I deserve it. Usually you give me a spanking.""Of course, baba. Now let's start with those pesky clothes, shall we?"Rashida wasted no time and began to undress me, as I stood there helplessly. She ordered me to take off my shirt first, then my pants, and then my undershirt was thrown across the room. Standing there in just my underpants, I felt totally dominated and humiliated, but little did I know it was about to get a lot worse.Rashida walked over to me and grabbed the waist band of my underwear. Slowly she moved down to lower them. She knew how much her spanking would hurt, especially on my bare ass, and so as she leisurely lowered my underpants, it underlined her dominance over me, and I knew that the spanking to come would be severe. I stood there helplessly as my underwear came all the way down and finally off. I was now in front of my maid, completely naked and ready to be spanked."You've been a very naughty little boy," Rashida scolded me. "The only way to teach you a lesson is to give you a good, long, hard spanking on your bare behind. Believe me, baba, you're going to really get it good tonight. But that's not the only thing I will be doing to you tonight."I gasped. I had mentally prepared myself for a good spanking, but what else did Rashida have in mind?"When I first walked in on you," Rashida stated, "you were calling out my name, picturing me in your dirty mind while masturbating. Today, you tried to catch a peek of Rubina in the shower, in the nude. Clearly, you treat us maids as some lowly objects who are the subject of your sexual fantasies. So I have decided you have to be taught to respect us maids."Rashida then picked my trousers and slowly removed the belt. My eyes widened as she swung it in the air a couple of times. Surely, she was not going to belt me? Seeing my face, Rashida laughed."Don't worry. There's a time for this, baba, but not now."Rashida made a loop on the belt, so it was more like a noose. She walked over to me and placed the noose over my head, around my neck. I felt like a dog that was just placed on a leash. Rashida drew the noose tight around my neck and gave a sharp tug to bring me to her side."I am putting you on a leash, baba." She informed me. "Do you know what animals get put on a leash, baba?""Er, dogs, bua?""Exactly! You are now my bitch, baba. Now, get down on all fours and lick my feet like the good little dog you are."Obediently, I was on the floor on my hands and knees, licking Rashida's feet like a good puppy."Excellent! Now I shall lead you, baba, and you will follow me at my heels like a good little bitch. Make sure to crawl on all fours, and keep your naked bum in the air!"With that she led me, helpless, stripped, humbled and ashamed, from the bedroom. I was led away naked, on all fours, at the end of a belt around my neck like a dog being taken for a walk by his mistress. Rashida led me into the middle of the master bedroom, and left me kneeling there. She left the noose of her makeshift leash around my neck, while she went into my parents' washroom. The loose end of the belt bumping against my chest and dragging on the floor as I moved reminded me of the way one would train a puppy. I realized that was exactly how Rashida was treating me -- as her puppy, her bitch. I had gone from 'baba' to 'bitch' in hours."Come!" She pulled the belt, and we entered the giant bathroom. This was the best washroom in the whole house. Luxuriously detailed with marble counter tops and gold taps, there was a huge hot tub at one end. Rashida ordered me to work the taps, and soon the tub was filled with warm water.Rashida slipped her 'leash' over my neck and tossed it across the room, and told me to stand up. There I was, standing naked in my parents' washroom, while my maid ogled me, deciding how to best punish me."We will take a bath together." She revealed. "In ancient times, mistresses and their slave girls often bathed together, where the slave girls would clean the mistress and groom her. You will be my slave girl today."Rashida started to undress. Though I had often fantasized about seeing Rashida naked, and had jacked off to thoughts of her heaving bosom many a time, to actually see the woman who dominated me so completely stripping off her clothes to join my own state of nakedness was a very extra ordinary feeling.I watched in awe as her massive boobs sprang free once her blouse was off, her nipples sharp and pointed. Her sari was off in a jiffy. I noticed a small damp spot on her petticoat, right between her legs. However, soon she too was standing completely in the nude. I took in her fat, matronly body, from her pinch-able fat cheeks to her big fat boobs to her plump waist and then her thick thighs."Before you begin your bath," she explained, "you must relieve yourself, and then clean yourself before entering the bath. So," she ordered, "go on, and sit on the toilet and pee."

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Re: My Indian maid catches me masturbating, and spanks me
« Reply #2 on: October 26, 2014, 07:30:06 AM »
Chapter 3 -- My Third Punishment From The Indian MaidMy Indian maid sets up regular spankings, and the other maid joins in -- Tarek.Everyone remembers a particular summer of their lives which was memorable over other summers for various reasons. I will always remember the summer when I turned 18, and started my final year of high school. It was the summer I became the slave and plaything of our two maids.We were a rich Urdu-speaking family in Kolkata. My father was a successful businessman and my mother was on the board of many organizations. We lived in a huge mansion, and had two Bengali maid servants. A gardener and a driver were also on the staff, but they didn't live with us.Rashida was our older maid. She had worked with us for many years, from way before I was born. If you could picture a matronly Indian lady, that would be her. At forty, she was one chubby lady, but she filled out at the right places. Slightly plump, with fat cheeks that begged to be squeezed and kissed, she had pouty thick lips and her breasts always seemed to struggle against a blouse that was one size too small. She wore her sari in such a way that her waist and navel were always exposed. As common with ladies her age, her hair was usually tied up in a bun at the top of her head, but sometimes she kept it loose and flowing.Long before Rashida had started to spank me, she had been the object of my desires and many a times I had jerked off to thoughts of lying across her lap and her hands smacking my bum as my dick rubbed against the flesh of her fat milky thighs. I knew I always had a thing for mature, bigger, dominant women.Rubina was our younger maid. She was around my age -- eighteen. But this was India, and it was the luck of the draw that I was born to a privileged family and she was from a poor upbringing. So she was now working as our maid, taking orders from Rashida as needed, and generally being a useful little thing around the house. Where Rashida was huge, Rubina was diminutive and of smaller stature. Her boobs were small and her only redeeming feature was her big butts.It was 11 pm, one hot Friday summer night, and truth be told, I was just about to hit the net for some porn. Suddenly, Rashida opened the door to my bedroom and walked in, authoritatively, as if she owned the house and this was her room, not mine. Gently shutting the door, she turned around to face me. Immediately, out of respect, I stood up.Rashida had just taken a shower, and her hair was still wet and clung to her face. Right now, as she glanced at me, she had a light smile on her face. I suddenly realized I had been staring at her breasts rising and falling with her breathing, and she had caught me looking."Baba, what are you doing up so late?" She asked, with her hands on her waist, looking at me sternly."Nothing, bua," I replied timidly, using the respectful term 'bua' to address her. Rashida had forbidden me from ever calling her by her name, which I used to do previously.My cock twitched at the thought of what happened the last time I had been masturbating in this room, and Rashida had walked in.It had been over a month ago, and Rashida had caught me with my pants on the floor, and my dick in my hand. Not to mention, I was calling out her name while jerking off. My deepest fear was that Rashida, who had seen me from when I was a kid, would tell my parents. I would do anything to keep this away from them. Rashida knew she had me at her mercy. With my parents away, and our other maid Rubina out of the house, Rashida told me I had to obey her every command. Rashida subjugated me, and the fact that she was the maid and I the young master, the son of her employer, did not stop her from forcing me to submit to her punishment. She started by twisting me ears and then got into slapping me.For the first time in many years, I was being physically punished. And for the first time ever, a woman, that too our maid, was slapping me. Rashida loved to slap me. And after every slap, I had to count and thank her, and ask for one more. This humiliation was repeated when she stripped me naked and spanked me. I had to count each spank, thank her, and ask her for one more."Are you wearing underwear, baba?" Rashida questioned, as she walked over and sat down on my bed. I remained standing, not daring to sit down unless Rashida gave me permission to."No, bua." I answered honestly. The last time I was over Rashida's knees, getting a spanking, she had ordered me never to wear underwear at home again."Why?"I blushed deep red as I answered, "The last time you were punishing me, bua, you ordered me never to wear underpants at home.""And why did I do that, baba?""So you can just pull down my pants and spank me whenever you want, bua.""So, baba, you are the master of the house, yet you are now always ready to be put over my knees for a spanking.""Yes, bua."Rashida snapped her fingers. "Let's see how truthful you are, baba. Come here!"She crooked a finger and beckoned me over. Like a well-trained pet, I walked over until I was standing just in front of her. Rashida reached for my belt. She moved slowly, intentionally prolonging my humiliation. I knew that in a few moments, I would be naked waist down in front of my maid, with my private parts all exposed. Once she had my belt off, Rashida pulled down the zipper. Never looking up, she then grabbed the sides of my pants and gave a sharp jerk. Ignoring the small bump that was my rising erection, Rashida continued to lower my pants. Once they were past my dick, which sprang out, Rashida let go as my pants fell in a heap at my ankles."So you were telling the truth." Rashida exclaimed, pulling on my testicles and rolling them like a small piece of cookie dough. "Baba, my esteemed master, the son of a distinguished businessman in the city, you don't wear underwear around the house because you are now always ready to receive a spanking on your bum from me, your old maid.""Yes, bua." I admitted, my face red with embarrassment.Still holding me by the balls, Rashida asked me, "When was the last time I punished you, baba?""Four days ago, bua." I answered.It had been in the afternoon. Walking into the kitchen, I noticed some pastries on the table there, covered in a transparent wrap. They were for some guests later in the evening."Oh, no one will miss one." I thought, as I started to take off the cover. That was when Rashida had walked in."Did I not tell you that whenever food is covered in a wrap, they are not to be touched?" Rashida rebuked me."Yes, bua." I answered fearfully."Why do you always fail to listen to instructions? Stand with your face against the wall!" Rashida commanded."Bua ... I ..." I hesitated. It was in the afternoon, and Rubina was around the house somewhere, in addition to my mother."Baba, that will cost you extra." Rashida stated matter-of-factly. "How many times have I told you that once I say something, I expect you to obey it AT ONCE!""Yes, bua."I braced myself, face against the wall, my hands flat on it, propping up my body, with my back to Rashida. She had walked over to stand behind me, her hands reaching around me and unbuckling my belt. As she worked my zipper, my jeans fell on the floor, giving anyone who walked in at that moment a sight to see. I, standing against the wall, butt naked, and our maid Rashida in position, with a spatula in her hand.WHAP!"Ow! One! Thank you, bua, for the spank. Please beat me again." As I had been well taught by now, I mumbled my thanks to Rashida. I was thanking her -- for spanking me -- and asking for one more.WHAP!"Ow! Ow! Two! Thank you, bua, for the spank. Please punish me again."WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!The blows came hard and fast. Rashida was an expert spanker, and the spatula found its mark repeatedly, alternating between each ass cheek. After fifteen swats (or was it twenty?) , Rashida placed the spatula in the sink.Phew! I thought I was done. Alas, Rashida had other plans."I must punish you for not obeying me as soon as you could." She informed me. "Now I will give you a hand spanking."Pulling out a stool, Rashida sat down. The stool creaked slightly under her weight, as Rashida fluffed out her sari to seat herself comfortably. Her big butts covered the whole surface area of the stool. Then she instructed me to position myself over her lap. All of this, in the kitchen, with the doors open and anyone could walk in any time.I was now butt naked and lying across Rashida's lap for a spanking. She spread apart her legs a bit, allowing my now erect penis to dangle between her thighs. Rashida cupped my ass cheeks with her striking hand and slowly caressed my butt, prolonging my agony."Baba, you have a very spankable bottom." Rashida said. "Is that why you are always doing things that lead to a spanking?""Oh no, bua. I am truly sorry I didn't obey you at once."Rashida continued to caress my behind. Then, suddenly, without warning, she spanked my butt cheek.SPANK!It was a thunderous crack as her hand hit my derriere."Ow! Ow!" I cried out. Then, I remembered and added, "One! Thank you, bua, for the spank. I am sorry, please spank me again."SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!Rashida spanked my thoroughly as I squirmed and thrashed about on her lap. As always, I had mixed feelings as I felt the sting of her blows, and yet also felt excited as my exposed erect penis dangled between her legs. As my spanking continued, I felt quite helpless with her firm grip on my body, and yet strangely sexually aroused."Yes, it was four days ago, that I had spanked you last." Rashida's booming voice brought me back to the present. And the present was that I was once again butt naked, standing in front of her, while she was fully clothed, seated on my bed and had my balls in her hand.Rashida let go of my balls and snapped her fingers."Bow down to me, your mistress, and lick my feet!""Yes, bua, you are my mistress, and I am your slave, worthy enough only to lick your feet."Promptly I prostrated myself on the floor and started to lap at her feet. I ran my tongue along each of her toes and sucked on each one of them. I then licked her ankles until her feet were dripping wet."Stop!" She ordered. "Now, lie down! Face down on the floor! Put your face under my feet."As commanded, I laid down on the floor on my belly, face down. Rashida then placed her feet on the back of my head, kneading her heels into my cheeks. So here was I, the rich son of a rich family, and my head was being used as a footrest by our lowly maid!I lay there for a good fifteen minutes as Rashida continued to rub her feet against my head, and used her cell to exchange text messages with someone. Then she resumed talking to me."The last time I spanked you," Rashida told me, "was for trying to eat something that was clearly not meant for you. Clearly, you do not know how to follow the rules I set in this house. And today, I now find you alone in your room, no doubt ready to watch some porn online."How did she know?"Get up!"I stood, my eyes cast down on the floor, waiting apprehensively. What did my maid have in mind for me?"Baba, take off your shirt and your watch, so you are completely in the buff.""Yes, bua."Dutifully, I did as ordered. I was now totally unclothed, in front of my busty old maid, ready for more punishment, and I was also excited, as my dick was erect. Rashida stood up and grabbed my ears with each hand. She twisted my right ear sharply, and then my left ear."Ow!" I gave a yelp as she continued to twist my ears. I was being punished like a naughty schoolboy by his headmistress."I can't be bothered to come and spank you here whenever you are up to something,baba." Rashida told me. "But you need regular spankings, otherwise your behavior starts to become bad.""Yes, bua. I am a bad little boy who needs to be spanked.""You will report to my room, two nights a week." Rashida let go of my ears and started to instruct me. "At 9 pm at this house, everyone goes to bed. So you will come to my room sharply at 10.30 pm. You will knock on the door and ask for my permission to come in.""Yes, bua." I submissively nodded."You will then go to a corner in my room, and strip off your clothes. This is important. I want you completely undressed for your punishments. Do you understand, baba?""Yes."SLAP!The mark of her five fingers spread across my cheek."Yes, WHAT, baba?""Yes, bua, I understand. I am extremely sorry. Thank you for the slap. Please slap me again."SLAP!"Good. So you will come into my room, and then strip completely. Then you will stand in the corner, facing the wall, until I decide how and when to punish you. After your punishment is over, you can put your clothes on and walk back to your room. This you will do every Monday and Thursday.""Yes, bua." So I was now to be regularly spanked. And no doubt, failure to follow her instructions would lead to additional punishments."And since we didn't have any punishments this Thursday," Rashida grabbed my right ear firmly with one hand, "we will go to my room now." She started to lead me by the ear out of my room.I almost blurted out, "But, bua, I am completely naked! What if Rubina is still up and around?" However, I kept quiet as Rashida pulled me by the ear out into the corridor. I knew that once Rashida decided to punish me, she would punish me. So if Rubina, or my mom, happened to witness it -- that was that.The house was quiet as everyone had indeed gone to bed. My parents went to bed early like clockwork, and usually the maids would wrap all the cleaning work and be in bed by 10 pm as well. And here I was, completely nude, led by my ear by our maid to her room to be spanked at her will and leisure.My cock tingled as I thought about the last time Rubina had nearly discovered me being punished. That was the second time Rashida had punished me.Rashida had caught me trying to catch of peek of Rubina in the shower. Rubina had been taking a bath in the servants' washroom, and the door had a large crack in it. I thought Rashida was taking her afternoon siesta. Instead, she had found me trying to peep into the servants' bathroom.Grabbing my ear, she had led me to her room, where I was slapped, made to kiss her feet, stripped nude, and then put over her knees and spanked. That had been a hand spanking. Then Rashida had once again put me over her knees and this time, she spanked me with a hairbrush.And that wasn't the end of it. My parents were away, and soon Rubina had to leave, so Rashida had the house to herself. Later that evening, she came to my room, where she once again stripped me, put me on a leash, and I was made to follow her on all fours like a dog. That was when she moved on from being the maid who spanked me to a mistress who dominated me, and I graduated from being merely a boy she punished to becoming Rashida's full time play thing, a slave boy, a boy toy -- someone who would do anything to please his mistress. Instead of a mera "baba", I became her "bitch". Rashida had led me to the washroom where I was used in every way to pleasure her. In my humiliation, I had to admit I too had found myself strangely aroused. Rashida knew I loved being dominated by a big and powerful woman, and she used it to her full advantage.Once she had brought me back to my room, I had to "assume the position" -- near my study desk, bent over the chair, and holding on to the seat of the chair. My bare butt protruding out, my legs spread apart, as Rashida swished her cane again and again, leaving very painful marks across my bum.And in the middle of my caning, there had been a knock on the door! It was Rubina, who had returned, and who wanted to wish me and Rashida a good night! She didn't enter the room (the door was shut) but could she have heard through the closed door the sounds of the cane swishing through the air and hitting my butt, and the muffled noises of my cries as Rashida caned me? Perhaps Rubina already knew, I thought. Strangely, this humiliation made me further aroused.Rashida by now was leading me through the house firmly by the ear. I blushed as much from the humiliation as from the pain of her grip. I would realize later that for Rashida, this trip to her bedroom was an important part of my whole discipline scene. Here I was, her master and she my maid, and yet here was I, completely naked with no protection should anyone see us. I was submitting completely to her leading me by my ear to her bedroom so she could spank and punish me. It made her completely in charge and let me be her little wimpy slave boy. Rashida knew my heart was pounding with fear as I tried to anticipate what she would do to me. The trip to her bedroom gave me more time to think about it, which added to my punishment.Rashida led me through the hallway to the rear of the house, into the servants' quarters, and then to her room, where she opened the door. I realized that her room was right beside Rubina's room. Thankfully, Rubina was nowhere to be seen, and her own door was shut. She must be asleep by now."Next Monday," Rashida told me, as she led me into her room, "you will stand outside this door and knock. Only after I give the permission will you enter.""Yes, Rashida." I answered. "I.."SLAP!Her hand left a large red print on the side of my cheek."I am so sorry, bua." I hastily mumbled out an apology. I had taken her name by mistake. "It won't happen again.""Good." Rashida let go of my ear and pointed at the door. "Now shut that door unless you want the whole house to hear you scream while I give you a thrashing.""Yes, bua."I gently shut and locked the door. Turning around, I found that Rashida was now seated at her bed. She snapped her fingers and beckoned me over. As I walked over, she took me by the wrist, forcing me to take a seat on her lap. I felt like a young boy seating on his mother's lap. Except of course I was naked and this was my maid on whose thighs my bare bum now rested. My cock was strangely aroused."My, my, my... my little master has a boner," Rashida crooned, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. She caressed my aching hardon, leaving me gasping for breath. I badly wanted to cum, but I knew if I did, Rashida would show no mercy in her canings. The steel returned to her voice."The first time I punished you, baba," She told me, "you were masturbating to my name in your room. The second time I spanked you, baba, you were trying to peep when Rubina was taking a shower. Clearly, your hormonal urges are out of control and you think of us maids as sexual objects of your fantasy. That must be corrected. Are you ashamed of yourself?""Yes.""Again, yes WHAT, baba?""Yes, bua.""Good boy. Now baba, I am going to ask you some questions. The questions may make you feel embarrassed, but here you are, naked, on your maid's lap, with your balls in my hand, so I don't think it can get more embarrassing for you than this, can it?" Rashida laughed."No, bua, I mean, yes, bua .. this is ...""I did not ask you for a response, baba." Rashida admonished me, continuing to play with my balls. "That was a rhetorical question." She then continued, "I want you to answer some questions for me, and I expect complete honesty when you answer. If I feel you are lying, I will give you a spanking you won't forget, do you understand?"

"Yes, bua. I understand.""Good. Now, baba, how often do you play with yourself?"" I... um... bua... I don't really ... after you spanked me then I don't ...""Baba! Answer the question, honestly, or I will call every maid on this street and spank your bare bottom in front of them! Answer the question!"The question was sharp, and her tone left me no doubt she wanted an answer"I play with myself about once or twice everyday, bua!""You should be ashamed of yourself, baba. There's two full grown female maid servants in the house, baba, and a boy your age, playing with himself in full view! We have to do something about that, baba."My face turned a bright shade of red. I felt so humiliated to be in her room, being scolded for masturbating, and having a hardon while that scolding was taking place! And Rashida could clearly feel my penis throbbing in her hand with everything that she was saying to me."Stand up!" Rashida ordered sharply.I stood up.SLAP!I got one more across the face."One! Thank you, bua, I .."SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!Rashida slapped me thrice, giving me no time to even do the mandatory count. My cheeks were now bright crimson, partly due to her slaps, and partly due to my shame and humiliation."You did not count the slaps, baba." Rashida smirked at me. She hadn't given me the time!"I.."SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!"Did I ask you to say something, baba? Did I say you could speak while being punished, baba?"I looked up at her. "I was doing the count ..."SLAP!I got one more across my face. I thought it was because I did not say "bua" so I tried again."No, bua, but I wanted to count ..."SLAP!Once more she thrashed me across my cheeks. Rashida had a smile on her face."I am very angry at you baba. It is clear that despite our previous punishment sessions, your mind is obsessed with sex and masturbation. You have made me very angry, baba. No matter what you do now, I'm going to slap you. Do you understandbaba?"I was completely at her mercy. Rashida had never slapped me like that before. Whenever Rashida punished me with slaps, she would always slap me first, wait for me to count and thank her for the slap, and then slap me again. Now, whatever I did, I was going to get slapped. So I just looked at her.SLAP!"I asked you a question, baba, did I not?""Yes, bua, you did".SLAP! SLAP!"Sorry, bua, I ... "SLAP! SLAP!Rashida finally relented. I had tears running down my cheeks as the sharp pain of her slaps pinched at me."Please don't slap me anymore, bua, please don't," I begged. The ferociousness with which I had been slapped had scared me. "Please bua, I'll be a good little boy from now on.""It's too late for that, baba!" Rashida responded, "You deserve a good sound thrashing ON A REGULAR BASIS and that is exactly what you are going to get!""Yes, bua."Rashida waited until I stopped sobbing and had composed myself. Then she gently cupped my chin with a hand and nudged my head so I was looking into her eyes. She had a gentle smile on her lips."Does my punishments hurt you baba?""Yes, bua.""Do they cause you pain, physical pain, baba?""Yes, bua.""Then why do you submit to them, baba? Why do you allow me to punish you, baba? After all, I am but your maid servant.""I ... I ... I deserve it, bua." I responded. "I deserve your punishments. You are not just my maid. I love you, and someone I love has the complete right to punish me when I deserve it."I love her?! I don't know why I said that. What I knew was that I loved being punished by her."Good! That is the answer I wanted to hear. Baba, do you know why I punish you so much? Why I have made you my bitch?"I looked at her. Rashida had a kindly smile on her face."Because, baba, I too, love you." Rashida leaned forward and gently kissed my right cheek. "And when I see someone I love doing a bad thing, I want to fix it. I want to correct you. I want to see you always on the right track."Rashida then kissed my left cheek."So, baba, I will continue to punish you. You will be my bitch for a very, long time.""Yes, bua. Please keep me as your bitch."Surprisingly, Rashida then gave me a hug. My face was crushed against her boobs as she held my head in her hands and kissed my cheeks and lips.Smooch! Smooch!She covered my face with wet kisses and pressed my lips to her chest. I drunk in her smell and sweat in ecstasy as I too hugged her back, wrapping my hands around her waist. Mmm! Her boobs smelled lovely. I drew my head back, giving her a big smile, and then kissed her a big sloppy kiss on each of her cheeks.The same cheeks of mine that minutes ago bore the marks of her fingers now oozed with her saliva as she gave me her wet, sloppy kisses. My penis was completely erect as Rashida stood back after giving me a final kiss."Do you know what those kisses were for, baba?" She asked, wiping her lips with the back of her hand."I ... bua ... I don't ...." I was tongue tied."They were for showing you that despite punishing you, I still like you, and despite you being my bitch, I still care about you, and it's a reward for taking your punishment so obediently.""Thank you, bua.""Good, now back to business!"Rashida snapped her fingers and I once again stood straight, attentive."I am going to give you a spanking, once with my hairbrush, and then with my cane, and then you are free to go for the night, until next Monday.""Yes, bua."Rashida turned to her bed and stacked the pillows on the middle. As she was bent over doing it, I could not help but glance at her butts, and could see the outline of the crack of her ass as the sari rode deep into the cleft, and her butts jiggled as she moved around. Rashida placed a towel on top of the pillows."Lie down on the pillows with your arms and legs spread wide," Rashida instructed me. I did so, and I feel very vulnerable in this position, because I was totally exposed. To further embarrass me, Rashida adjusted the pillows so that my penis and balls hung down between my legs. Rashida then showed me the hair brush she was going to use on my ass."Stay still." She ordered me.SWAT!"One, thank you, bua." I said.This continued for about thirty swats from her hairbrush, and just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, Rashida told me,"Stand up again, my bitch, hands at your sides. You will now get a caning, bent over that chair. Twenty strokes should be enough.""Yes, bua."Rashida took the chair that was in front of the dresser and put it in the middle of her room, and asked me to "assume the position" -- i.e. bend over it."Grip the seat of the chair with your hands", she said, "If you move, the stroke will be repeated."My bum was already sore, and when the first stroke fell, it was as if a sudden force had gripped me and left me in shock. I could hardly hold my position, let alone count!"I didn't hear you count, baba." Rashida complained. "Count, and be sure to say thank you! Do I have to teach you all those things again?"SWOOSH!It hurt like crazy, but I still counted, thanked her.SWOOSH!Now my whole bottom felt like it was on fire, but I managed to remain in position and thanked Rashida. With each stroke, she would taunt me."I should get Rubina to help me spank you, baba. She would love to thrash an ass like yours.""Two, thank you bua. I would love to have my ass thrashed by Rubina bua as well,bua."SWOOSH!"How does it feel to be caned by your maid? Baba, do you like it?""Three! Thank you, bua, for your punishment. Please cane me again."SWOOSH!"I should get my younger sister to spank you, baba. How would it feel to have a younger girl spank your bare naked bum?"SWOOSH!"Maybe all the maids of this mohalla (area) would love to spank you, baba. We should have a spanking party with you as the centre of attention -- our own boy toy."SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!Soon, I had only one stroke left."This is going to be number twenty, the hardest", Rashida informed me. "And after you receive it and thank me for it, I want you to stay in position"SWOOSH!"Twenty! Thank you, bua." I said.I felt Rashida's hands on my naked buttocks. She was running her fingers on the marks left from the caning, and admiring her work. Then she leaned in and pressed against me, and enveloped my manhood with her hand."We have to do something about this, baba." Rashida started to stroke my erect penis and balls. She also would grab my nipples now and then, and give them a twist. It didn't take much time, and soon I was squirting my cum into her hands and on the floor. When I was done, I felt totally drained but also happy.Rashida put the cum drench fingers into her mouth and slowly licked them one by one. Then she asked me to leave the room while she cleaned up."I will see you Monday." She told me, as I left, hoping no one would once again see me or my warm, red, well spanked ass as I ran naked back to my room.This continued for the next three months. Every Monday and Thursday, like a dutiful and obedient slave, I would walk to Rashida's room, long after everyone had turned in for the night, and knock. She would then permit me to come in. I would then enter, shut the door, go to a corner and undress completely. Rashida would allow me to stand in the corner for some time, taking in my nudity, just to deepen my embarrassment. Then, depending on my actions that had angered her, I would be punished.There were always slaps. Sometimes Rashida would taunt me by saying my cheeks weren't red yet, and I had to ask her to slap me once more after each slap so that she left marks on my cheek.Rashida 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. Other times, if my parents were away and Rubina was also visiting some relatives, and we had the whole house to ourselves, Rashida would take me on a leash, on all fours, 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 often pee on me. I had to clean her up after she peed. I also became an expert in bringing her to orgasm by licking her cunt with my tongue, and often at the end of those punishment sessions Rashida would reward me with a blow job. I also started to last longer when she would stroke me, which pleased her. This had been going on for three months.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 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 to an orgasm, and then ask me to lick her wet fingers clean.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 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.So for three months, I had no need to masturbate -- 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. 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, both of whom had large asses. I was fascinated with buttocks, so I would try and catch a glimpse of their behinds whenever I could. I would also try and flirt with Rubina more and more.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.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 never knew for a fact if she knew I was being spanked by Rashida, so I felt free to hit on her. I realized that if Rubina truly knew how Rashida manhandled and abused me, I would fall in her esteem as a man.Three months on, one week I realized I hadn't been punished for a couple of weeks. Both weeks on each night I had asked permission to enter Rashida's room, 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 for a business conference. 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!""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."So my two week break from Rashida'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, walked along the hallway to the servants' quarters, walked 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 locked 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 and watch. 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 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 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."I'm naked! And ..." I protested."Get the door right now, or else I will spank you, and in front of whoever is at the door." Rashida's voice was ice cold.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 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, 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.""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 needs a strong woman to keep him in line.""He seemed such a respectable young man," Rubina commented, "but I always knewbaba 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 punishment on him.""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 examined my genitals."That's pretty small, is that as big as it gets?" 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.Rashida rubbed my balls and commented, "Well, it's kind of cute. But 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. Rubina asked if I ever came while being punished. 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 musky. I was 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, dear, 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.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."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. But 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."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!

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Re: My Indian maid catches me masturbating, and spanks me
« Reply #3 on: October 26, 2014, 07:30:45 AM »
Chapter 4 -- My Fourth Punishment From The Indian MaidMy older maid uses my butt to teach the younger maid spanking. -- Tarek."Tarek!" My name rang loudly through the house. The domineering female voice called out, "Come to the kitchen right now!"Immediately I put down the book I was reading and stood up. If my family maid Rashida summoned me, I did not want to delay in obeying her."Yes, bua." I called out, using the respectful term 'bua' for my maid Rashida. "I am coming."Not knowing what the urgency was, I ran to the kitchen.Rashida was chopping some vegetables, with her back to me. I looked at her, and her big, fleshy buttocks jiggling against the fabric of her sari as she moved around. Rashida was a middle aged maid servant who had been with us ever since I could recall. She has been with our family from even before I was born. At forty one, she was one chubby lady, but she filled out at the right places. I could see her exposed fleshy waist as her sari was wrapped carelessly around her body.We were a rich Urdu-speaking family in Kolkata. My father was a successful businessman and my mother was on the board of many organizations. I was nineteen, and I attended a university in Kolkata, so I could live at home. We lived in a huge mansion, and had two Bengali maid servants. Rashida was one of them. The other -- Rubina -- was nowhere to be seen. Right now, my parents were out shopping -- there was a party at night. It was just me and the maids at home."Baba! Ah! There you are." Rashida turned around and saw me. She wiped her hands and then beckoned at me. "Come here, boy."Obediently I walked forward until I was right in front of her. I could see her breasts rise and fall as she huffed and puffed, due to her grueling kitchen work. Rashida had a stern expression on her face, and something told me I was in trouble for something I had done."Are you wearing an underwear, baba?" She looked pointedly at my crotch area."No, bua, of course not." I nodded my head and spoke hurriedly, hoping that my words would please her. "All I am wearing is a t-shirt and pajama, bua, as per your instructions.""Hmm." Rashida pursed her lips. She still did not look particularly pleased. "Let me see if you are telling the truth."She reached out with one hand and pulled the drawstring of my pajamas slightly, to create a little gap. She then inserted her other hand into the space, into my pajamas. Groping, she brushed against my balls, before wrapping her fingers around my dick. She stroked my dick a couple of times. Despite my best effort, my dick hardened a little, but she seemed to ignore it, making me breathe a little easier, I was sure she would be upset at the response of my dick to her touch. But fortunately, she did not say anything about it."I can see you are telling the truth." My maid servant declared. Her voice was still authoritative, without a hint of being happy at my obedience to her.The whole scene brutally demonstrated her dominance of me. There was no respect paid to my sense of dignity or self-respect. In broad daylight, in the kitchen of in my own house, my maid servant was examining my privates while I stood there helplessly and let her molest me."Baba, why don't you wear underwear?"It was a rhetorical question, but I knew I had to answer it if I didn't want Rashida slapping me."Because, bua, you ordered me never to wear underwear in the house again." I tried to make myself sound contrite and respectful."Why, baba?""So that, bua, whenever you want, you can just pull my pants down and give me a spanking.""Correct!" Rashida announced. "And that time is now. Baba, this morning you left the toilet seat up, and I could see your pee on the seat.""I am so sorry, bua. It won't happen again, I promise." I really was sorry, and berated myself for doing what I had been accused of. My bua was not happy and I knew I was in for it."Baba, bring that chair over here." Rashida ordered, releasing my cock from her hands. I turned to where she pointed, and picked up a small but study wooden chair from the hallway, and placed it against the wall of the kitchen.If you are wondering why my maid servant (who is in my employment and should be servicing me) was punishing me, it's a long story; but suffice it to say that for the last year or so, every Monday and Thursday, long after everyone had gone to sleep, I would report to Rashida's room. I would knock on the door, be allowed permission to come in, and then walk over to a corner of the room. I would then undress completely. These were all Rashida's strict orders. And after a sufficient time in the corner to think about why I was there, Rashida would start my punishments. Most of the time, it would be Rashida who would discipline me, but sometimes Rubina would join in. And often, it wasn't just limited to those two weekly nights -- whenever they wanted, and wherever they wanted, my maids would pull my pants down and spank, slap or cane me, as they wished. In my own house, I have become a slave and a toy for my maids.Rashida sat heavily down on the chair. She then asked me to stand facing the wall, with my palms pressing against it, and my butt sticking out. I stood beside her and pressed myself against the wall as instructed. Rashida rolled down my pajamas with one swoop so they fell at my ankles. She then slipped an arm around my waist to hold me tight, while the other hand cupped my butt cheeks. So there was I, naked from the waist down, held firmly around my abdomen by my family maid, ready to be punished. Rashida continued to caress my behind, prolonging my agony.SPANK!A thunderous crack resulted as she struck my ass with her bare hand."One! I am sorry, bua, I will never leave the toilet seat up. Please spank me again." I gritted my teeth and mouthed the mantra she had ordered me to recite during my punishments.SPANK!"Two! I am sorry, bua. I will pee properly. Please spank me again." My buttocks were now starting to feel warm.SPANK!"Three! I am so sorry, bua. Please forgive me. I deserve to be punished, please spank me again." The stinging pain on my buttocks increased with each spank.SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!Rashida's style of spanking was unlike what you see in usual BDSM porn movies. My family maid wasn't spanking me for my sexual gratification, she was disciplining me. I had done something that displeased her, and now I was being punished for it like a little errant boy. Unlike your usual punishment, where it would just be a series of spank-spank-spank, Rashida would hit me, and then I would have to not only count, but state what I was being punished for, meekly apologize to her, and humbly ask for another spank. Any missteps that she considered large enough were rewarded with more spanks. Yes, it was true that I would usually get aroused at my humiliation, but I couldn't help it. Rashida knew that, and she would punish me for that as well. In the last year, I have been beaten by her, spanked, slapped, whipped, and caned at her will.Right then, I was being spanked hard and fast. With Rashida's non-spanking arm going around my waist and holding me firmly, I couldn't squirm or wiggle as I would usually do. My bum was very close to her face and she could see the results of her handiwork up front. Rashida's spanking hand came down sharply on my buttocks, alternating between each ass cheek, she could see my bum quiver with each beating, and soon my behind was warm, and tingling."Baba, come around." Rashida commanded, taking a small breather. "Over my knees.""Yes, bua." As always, I knew my place. I was obedient and respectful, like a well-trained puppy.If anyone could see me now! I, the son of the rich businessman, and the scion of a powerful family, was demurely bending over, going over my maid servant's knees and presenting her my bare bum for a spanking.As I went across her lap, Rashida gently massaged my sore behind."Baba, my hand is tired from spanking your big butts." Rashida commiserated. "I need to use something else to spank you now.""Yes, bua."I laid there on her lap obediently, wondering what she had in mind. It did not sound like something I would probably care much for. In fact I became quite afraid. I wondered what she had at hand to spank me with. This was the kitchen, so I was guessing a spatula. I had already been spanked with a spatula, a big one she used to use for stirring daal, but now kept exclusively for my ass."I am going to use a new instrument to spank you, baba." Rashida informed me, still caressing my butts as I remained across her lap. "You ass is now tougher, as I have been spanking you for over a year, and I think you are ready for it.""Yes, bua."Oh my goodness! I have already been caned by her, been beaten with a hairbrush (a variety of them), and even my measuring ruler had also met my ass, so what new thing could she have in mind? I really hoped it wasn't a belt, or one of those scary things that I have seen in English dorm movies."I am going to spank you with my chappal." Rashida revealed. "Twenty lashes with my chappal will do you good.""Yes, bua, as you wish. You are of course, right, as always." To say anything else would have been pointless, and almost certainly have gotten me more lashes."Sshh." Rashida shushed me gently.A chappal is a slipper, or a sandal, a type of flip-flop worn commonly in India, especially by the poor folk. In India, you wear chappals inside the house as well (you just don't wear the same chappal outside, so as not to dirty the house).I was now lying across my maid servant's lap, butt naked save for a T-shirt, and was going to be spanked on my bare bum with her filthy slipper. My face was flush with shame, and my eyes cast down at her feet in embarrassment. Rashida kicked off one of her slippers off her foot and picked it up with her hand. She gently rubbed the sole of the chappal across my behind.WHAP!The blow was fast, came without warning, was hard, and it stung. The slipper was made of rubber and it was very flexible. As her slipper hit my derriere, the chappalwould bend around and impact a large area. I tried not to flinch, but failed."Ouch! Ow! Sorry .. One! I am so sorry, bua, please, please, I will never leave the toilet seat up. Please don't spank me ... it hurts!"WHAP! WHAP!"You are supposed to ASK for another spanking, not beg for mercy!" Rashida angrily voiced. "Those spanks will not count, I will start again."WHAP! WHAP!By the fifth (in reality eighth) stroke I was squirming in pain. No doubt, red marks littered my sore bum. Rashida kept spanking, harder and harder, with greater frequency. Finally, she stopped."Ow! Ow! Ow!" I was now crying. My maid servant had just taken down my pants, put me on her knees, and spanked me with her footwear. My face was red with humiliation, and my ass was red with her handiwork."Baba! Get up, put on your pajamas, put this chair back in its proper place, and go to your room. Your punishment is over.""Yes, bua, thank you!" I fled to the relative safety of my room. Once inside, I glanced at myself in the mirror, especially at my rear. It was now glowing bright crimson as a result of Rashida's beating. Her chappal had certainly left an impression on my rump cheeks. I had learnt my lesson! Certainly, I would now always remember to pee with care.About fifteen minutes later, I was finally seated (it still hurt!) to finish my studies. My parents called my cell and told me they would be late, and to remind me to be ready to receive guests by the evening.About half an hour later, the door to my room opened. This time, it was my younger maid Rubina who entered the room with a mischievous gleam in her eyes."Baba." She grinned. "There you are!""Salaams, choto bua." I immediately stood up and greeted her with respect, as I had been trained to by now."I heard Rashida apa finally used her chappal on you?" She asked me mockingly."Yes, choto bua.""How did it feel? Did it sting?""Yes, choto bua." I tried to answer as honestly as I could, even as I blushed. "A cane hits one part of my bum with intense power, but the chappal, while less painful, hits a larger area. I could not sit for some time. And it was ... more ...""Embarrassing?" Rubina mocked me. "That you are fit to be spanked with your maid's sandals?"I hung my head in shame and did not reply."I think I want to see the results." Rubina ordered me. "Turn around, and face the wall."I did as she asked. Rubina came up to stand behind me, put her hands under my T-shirt, poked around until she grabbed hold of my pajamas, and then with one tug, pulled them all the way down to my ankles. Once more, the fact that they were merely my employees did not stop one of my maids from stripping me forcefully. And I was powerless to stop Rubina."Step out of your pajamas." She ordered, and I complied.As I said, Rubina was the younger maid servant. She was my age, nineteen. Whereas Rashida was big, Rubina was small. She was of average height, and scrawny. Her only redeeming features were her big butts. She did have a beautiful face (she was only nineteen after all!), but her boobs weren't anything to write home about.Rubina came from a poor family, who were only too happy to let her live with us and work for us from a tender age. From the age of six or seven, I don't remember, she used to work as a maid in our establishment. My parents paid for her education, and she went to the same school as me, but I was the son of the house, and I had all the luxuries, and she was the maid, destined to a life of servitude.And now here she was, pulling down my pants to examine my butt that had just been spanked by my other maid."Hmm... nice and red." Rubina commented, running her hands all over my ass, while I remained perfectly still. "She has really done a nice job."Rubina then caught hold of my shoulders and made me turn around to face her. My eyes remained cast downwards as Rubina moved her hands towards my exposed genitals. She kneaded by balls for some time before giving my semi-erect dick a stroke or two."I think I will have some fun with you now, baba." Rubina stepped back and crossed her arms. "Baba, raise your arms and hold your ears.""Yes, choto bua." I meekly complied. This was a standard Indian punishment. I raised my hands to my ears and grabbed hold of them, pinching them between my thumb and forefinger."Good." Rubina inspected me as I held my position. "Now you will do sit-ups, holding your ears. Squat down, and then stand back up. I want you to do ten sit-ups. And you will loudly count each one.""Yes, choto bua."Still holding my ears, I squatted down on my haunches, stayed there for a moment, and then stood back up."One. Thank you, choto bua, for this punishment." I still did not know what I was being punished for by Rubina, but I did not want to ask her. Rubina could be very cruel and hard if I ticked her off.I repeated another squat."Two. Thank you, choto bua, for this punishment."At this moment Rashida walked into the room."I was looking for you, Rubina, oh..." Rashida paused as she saw my condition. "I needed you in the kitchen. Are you punishing him?""Well," Rubina replied. "I was just having some fun with him, apa -- but that can wait.""It will have to wait, "Rashida decided. "There's lot of work to be done for the party. We'll have our fun with him on Monday night.""Yes, apa." Rubina turned back to me. "Baba, come here. You don't need to hold your ears anymore. I am going to slap you before I return to the kitchen.""Yes, choto bua." I dropped my arms to my side and walked over until I was standing right in front of Rubina."Show me your cheek.""Yes, choto bua."SLAP!Rubina slapped me quite a few times, leaving large red imprints of her hand on my cheeks, all the time watched by Rashida, who had an amused look on her face. I had to count and thank Rubina for each slap."Your punishment is suspended for now, baba." Rubina told me, after she was done slapping me. "Put your pants back on and go back to your studies.""Yes, choto bua. Thank you, choto bua."The party was a big success. My parents were known as social entertainers, and it was a Friday night. There was a band with live music, good food, and nice weather. One of two of my mom's older friends commented I looked rather red in the face -- and teased me that I must be quite the drinker. I laughed nervously. The party ended quite late, and I slept in Saturday morning. The weekend passed by uneventfully, and on Monday morning I had to drop off my parents at the airport (they were going abroad for a business conference for a week). The whole day I was on campus, and I returned in the evening, around 7 pm. I showered, had a meal that Rashida had made for me, and then went to my room to study. Since my parents were away, I was expecting the girls to start their punishments early, but the clock struck 10 pm and they were still watching TV. I kept on studying, realizing that at 10.30 pm sharp I would have to report to Rashida's room.At 10.25 pm, just as I was about to get up, the door to my room suddenly opened, and Rashida walked in. As always, I instantly stood up."Salaams, bua." I greeted her."Baba." Rashida gave me one simple command, but highly effective. "Strip!""Yes, bua."I undressed quickly. My T-shirt was placed on the bed, and then I rolled down my pants and stepped out of them. Rashida then walked over to a cabinet on the other side of a room and picked out a belt of mine."Baba, assume the position."I stood with my hands gripping the seat of my chair, bent over the backrest, with my butt sticking out, completely naked, and at the mercy of my maid servant.LASH!LASH!LASH!Before I could even draw my breath, or murmur a count, Rashida belted my butt, whipping me thrice."Ow! Ow!" Was all I could say, as Rashida thrashed me."Three strikes will do for now. Keep still, baba.""Yes, bua."I heard her exit for a minute, and then she returned with a cane. As she swung the cane and tapped it against the palm of her other hand, Rashida asked me, "Baba, did you pay my cell phone bill on time yesterday, like I asked you to?"Oh no, I had completely forgotten about it! I confessed to Rashida that I hadn't."How ... dare ... you!" Rashida was furious.SWOOSH!"One! Ouch! Thank you for the caning, bua. I am so sorry I forgot. Please cane me again.""I do ..."SWOOSH!"... not ..."SWOOSH!"... like ..."SWOOSH!"... being disobeyed!"SWOOSH!Rashida caned me nine more times, leaving me gasping for breath, before she decided that was enough caning, and she would continue the rest of the punishment in her room. She glanced at me, taking in my nudity and the redness of my bum. By this time my behind was on fire, I was breathless, and almost crying in pain, cursing myself for forgetting"Come, baba. We are going to my room."

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Re: My Indian maid catches me masturbating, and spanks me
« Reply #4 on: October 26, 2014, 07:31:15 AM »
Leading me by the ear, and twisting it when she wished, Rashida led me through the house. As I was being hauled to her room, Rashida told me about tonight's punishments."Baba, over the last year I have noticed it's been mostly me who has punished you." She noted. "Even though Rubina spanks you at times, it's been under my supervision. Today, I am going to teach Rubina how to punish you when I am not around, so she can do a good job. I have come to the conclusion that you need to be disciplined more often, and obviously I will need help with that!""Yes, bua." I replied humbly, aware that my body was now going to be a spank practice for Rubina. Between Rubina and Rashida, I had the distinct impression that while Rashida may or may not get some sort of sexual satisfaction from disciplining me, Rubina did. Our younger maid derived sexual pleasure out of beating me, and she had a real sadistic streak in her. Not that Rashida didn't, but I could not help but think that Rubina was a true sadist, and Rashida, while no doubt enjoying disciplining me simply for the thrill of it, also felt that she was doing it for my own good. Rubina had no such desires!Rubina was already seated on Rashida's bed when we entered her room. She smiled when she saw us, no doubt anticipating a fun night for her, and a painful night for me. Rashida left me standing at the door and took a seat at her dressing table."Baba, go to the corner and stand there."So I slowly went over to the end of room and stood in the corner, naked, facing the wall, with my back towards my maid."You can use whatever implement you want to spank him with." Rashida told Rubina. "But remember to only hit the fleshy part of his buttocks. Here, I'll show you."I could hear the bed creak as Rashida got up. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her grab a marker from her table."Here." I felt the wet tip of the marker slide over my buttocks, as Rashida carefully marked two Xs on each of my butt cheeks."That's where you can spank him with a cane, or a hair brush, or my favourite, thechappal.""Yes, apa." Rubina was learning."But, here," Rashida now tapped around the X on my ass with her fingers. "This is the zone you can only hit with your hand. And here," Rashida's fingers traced the crack of my ass and stopped when she reached the top part where the crack started. "This is a no-hit zone.""Yes, apa."I wondered how Rashida knew so much about spanking. This was more than just corporal punishment -- yet she knew so much about techniques, hitting areas, etc. Especially curious given that just last year, she was simply my old, poor, maid servant. I realized there were many things about Rashida I didn't know."Before spanking," Rashida was continuing her lessons. "Always examine baba's nice, spankable butts to make sure he's fine, and ready for the spanking."I felt Rashida's hands on my bottom cheeks. She massaged them and cupped them, and even spread them apart to show Rubina my asshole. Rashida then reached below and ran her fingers over my scrotum and penis, giving me a couple of strokes before withdrawing her hands. I let out a soft sigh."Can we spank those as well?" Rubina asked, and I shivered at that thought."One step at a time, dear child!" Rashida admonished her, and I breathed a little easier.Rashida then ordered, "Baba! Bend over the chair so that we can start your spanking.""Yes, bua."I walked over to the chair in front of the dressing table and assumed the position, with my bottom sticking out so that my maids could punish me. Rashida approached me and took out her chappal, slipping it into her right hand."Baba." She walked over to stand in front of me. I was now bent over, my face prostrated to her; she grabbed my right ear with her left hand and twisted it sharply."Did you sniff at our panties in the laundry basket today?" She asked, sending a chill running through me. Earlier in the evening, I had seen the laundry basket outside the washing machine room, and there were a bunch of old, tattered panties there. I had correctly deduced they were the maids', and for some reason took a couple and sniffed them for some time, before putting it back in the basket. The pungent smell had seemed so intoxicating! Again, I wondered how she knew."Yes, bua. I am so sorry, bua, it won't happen again."WHAP!Rashida had struck my left cheek with her chappal, still holding and twisting on to my right year."Ow... ow...." The blow stung my cheeks. Hastily, I remembered to count."One! Thank you, bua, please slap me again."WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!Rashida continued to hit my left cheek, all the while twisting my right year. It was incredibly painful, to assume the position and then to have your maid servant strike your face, your cheek, with her slipper."Never do that again. How dare you play with me panties without my permission!" Rashida told me, giving my ear a final twist, my cheek a final wallop, and then moving around to my behind. I lay there whimpering and sniffling. Half of my face was now bright pink."I am going to spank baba with the chappal." Rashida instructed Rubina. "Notice how I start and then continue. I will spank him going from cheek to cheek, so that his ass becomes uniformly red. Baba's a big boy now, so you can spank him hard. Just make sure he doesn't squirm a lot. Baba, spread your legs."I spread my legs as instructed, exposing my hanging penis and balls. Rashida tapped my butt cheek with her slipper.WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!The blows kept coming. Rashida, true to her word, alternated between each ass cheek. I gripped the seat of the chair firmly and held on, breathing deeply to fight against the pain."Now, you try it."Rashida dropped her slipper on to the floor, and put it on the feet. Rubina came to stand at my ass. She took her own chappal in her hand.Rubina's spanking stung my poor bottom even harder, and she tried to follow Rashida's instructions as I started to cry. Tears rolled down my eyes as Rubina hit my buttocks with her footwear, again and again and again."His bottom looks pretty red now, should I stop spanking him?" Rubina asked Rashida."Give him a few more swats, then you should stop," Rashida answered. "He's a big baby, don't pay any attention to his tears."After a couple more swats, my spanking stopped. Rubina then walked around to my front, and just like Rashida, she twisted my ear with one hand, and slapped my face with the other. I could see a satisfied, severe smile on her face.SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!All my cheeks, the ones on my face, and the ones on my butt, were now red from slaps. I was ashamed to lie there, butt in the air, powerless to stop my maids from slapping my face or spanking my bottom as they wished.After Rubina was done slapping me, Rashida told her, "After I end one spanking, and before I begin the next spanking, so say I am switching from spanking him with a hair brush to having him over my knees, I always have baba stay still in whatever position he was receiving the spanking, so that he can contemplate on his mistakes."Rashida had me stay still, while I really wanted to rub my bottom. After some time, Rashida again grabbed me by the ear, and led me to the bed. She put a huge pillow on the centre of the bed -- a type of pillow known in Bengali as kolbalish."I want you to lie on the bed, face down, your dick on the pillow, so your butts are sticking up." She ordered."Yes, bua." I conformed to her wishes, the pillow raising my bum high in the air for my spanking. Rashida then told Rubina to hand her a hairbrush."Baba," Rashida asked me. "Did you masturbate today, this morning?""I ... I ..." The question took me completely by surprise."BABA!" Rashida's voice was sharp. "You shouldn't be embarrassed to answer the question. You are lying here naked on my bed with your bum on view, and you are being spanked by your maid servants as we desire. What could be more humiliating that that for you? Now, I asked you a question. Did you masturbate this morning?""Yes, bua." I admitted. "I know you told me not to masturbate today, I am so ashamed.""You will first get 20 swats of the brush from me for your disobedience," Rashida told me.SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!The spankings hurt, but what was also more embarrassing was that I was spanked in this fashion by one of my maids as an instruction piece for my other maid. Rubina took over after Rashida was done, and she spanked me even harder with the hair brush. I could only whimper and cry as they went after my butt."How does it feel, baba," Rashida asked me, gently stroking my hair while Rubina spanked my butts, each cheek at a time, "To be spanked by a girl who is merely your age, and who until recently was just a normal maid servant?"SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!"And what is Rubina spanking you for, baba? You masturbated. How does it feel to have to disclose such intimate details to your maids, and then be punished for it?"SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!Finally, as I lay on the bed weeping, Rashida told Rubina that for the final punishment she would have me on her lap, over her knees, for a hand spanking."You can lie over my lap now, baba, for your spanking." Rashida told me, seating on the bed. So over I went."You don't need to count, or thank me for each spanking." Rashida told me. "This is going to be a good beating, so just take a deep breath and bear through the pain."Rashida clamped my penis in place between her thighs and started to spank me hard. Her spanks went from cheek to cheek, first starting softly, and then growing more intense.SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!"Your butt is turning a nice shade of pink, but it will be totally crimson by the time I am finished with your spanking. That will teach you to masturbate when I specifically ordered you not to!" Rashida continued to spank my bare butt, but also stopped now and then to caress my warm butt.SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!I was squirming about a lot as my ass got warmer and warmer, but tried to stay in place.SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!"I'm sorry that you have to endure a spanking like this." Rashida said. "But it's for your own good. You need to be disciplined for your lack of self-control."SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!My ass was on fire, and once again I was sobbing uncontrollably. This was without doubt the harshest punishment my maids had bestowed upon me. When Rashida paused for a minute, I thought my spanking was completed, but then she rebuked me for moving from my position.SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!Finally, I was allowed to stand up. I stood there, naked as the day I was born, whimpering, my cheeks stained with tears, and my ass a fierce red, while my maids, fully clothed, stood on either side of me, their hands running down my butt cheeks, examining the result of their handiwork.I could then hear Rashida's small wall clock strike twelve. It was midnight. I had been punished and spanked for over an hour and a half.Both my maid servants now put an arm around my waist. Rashida was hugging me from my right, while Rubina was hugging me from my left."Baba!" Rashida leaned gave me a wet kiss on my right cheek. "It's twelve o'clock. Happy Birthday!"I had completely forgotten!Rubina kissed my left cheek, and wished me many happy returns of the day. In the middle of my tears, a grin lit up my face. Rashida saw the smile and laughed."How did you like your birthday spankings, baba?""Oh ... bua ... I ..."Both my maids laughed as I blushed a bright red."Now his face and his ass -- they are both red." Rubina exclaimed, grinning. "Not just from the slaps either, hehe."Rubina exited the room and returned moments later, with a small birthday cake and my camera. The cake was placed on a small table in Rashida's room. It was the first time I blew out the candles on a birthday cake, and cut the cake, while being completely naked. As Rashida remarked, I was in my birthday suit on my birthday cutting my birthday cake -- the circle was complete.We took pictures, me the birthday boy, the naked male and my two maid servants on either side -- the clothed females -- and the cake. Rashida took pictures as I fed Rubina and she fed me, and then Rubina took pictures while I fed Rashida and she fed me the cake. Both maids kissed me again and again, and I was also allowed to hug and kiss them on each cheek. Rashida even allowed me to touch and squeeze her boobs, while she took pictures of my well spanked bum.Rubina then had the bright idea of smearing some cake on her feet and having me lick the cake off her toes. It turned out to be a fun game as Rashida joined in -- I was licking their feet and eating cake for quite some time. Then Rashida had an idea of inserting a piece of the cake between her legs -- pretty soon I was eating her and Rubina to an orgasm after orgasm. It felt good to pleasure them like that.Rashida then told me to once again lie across her lap, over her knees. This time, instead of spanking me, I felt her hands applying some type of cream to my sore ass. It felt quite soothing as she rubbed the cream all over my well spanked ass cheeks.Rubina then made me stand in front of her, and smeared some of the cream on my dick. She gripped my penis in one fist, and wrapped her other arm around my butt and started to pump my hard cock, moving her hand up and down. Rashida also reached out, and stroked my scrotum. Far too quickly, I started to spurt, all over Rubina's hand and thighs, but she did not seem to object. After finally expelling the last drop of semen on her milky legs, I felt drained, but happy.I reminisced the evening -- I had my cheeks slapped, and then my butts belted, caned, spanked with a slipper and a hair brush, and then had been put over the knees of my maids and given a bare bum hand spank. It ended with foot licking, oral stimulation of my mistresses and finally a highly satisfying hand job. It was my best birthday ever.

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Re: My Indian maid catches me masturbating, and spanks me
« Reply #5 on: October 26, 2014, 07:31:45 AM »
Chapter 5 -- My Fifth Punishment From The Indian MaidMy maids make me their personal maid and chore slave -- Tarek.I would like to thank Ms. AT Khan for reviewing the story and JonB1969 for editing it. - Tarek"Tell me the truth, baba!" Rashida, my maid, held my left ear firmly in her right hand, giving it a painful twist. "Did you, or did you not, switch off the oven as I had ordered?""Bua, bua ... ow!" I yelped as she twisted my ear again, and my head swiveled at her pull. "I am sorry, I ..."Rashida let go of my ear, and raised her right hand. I grimaced, for I knew what was coming.SLAP!"One!" I counted dutifully. "I am sorry, bua. I really am! Please punish me again."Here was I, the twenty year old son of one of the most powerful businessman in Kolkata, and not only was I taking orders from my older, buxom, chubby and now very angry maid servant Rashida, but she was now slapping my cheeks and punishing me for failing to carry out her orders. And for some frightening reason, I kept feeling as if I was forgetting something else as well.SLAP!"Two! I am sorry, bua." I mumbled, as my face flushed a bright red, partly from my servant's slaps, partly from shame as she was slapping me in front of our other servant. "I am really very sorry."SLAP!"I don't like liars," Rashida announced, her face stoic. "I gave you ONE simple task. Turn off the oven in 8 minutes. If you forgot to do that, at least be a man and admit it. I would have slapped you once or twice and that would be it. But then you lied to me! Did you think we wouldn't find out?"SLAP!"Four! Bua," I tried to plead my case, as always using the respectful term 'bua' to address my maid. "I should not have lied. Please forgive me."SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!"You have never lied to me like this before, baba," Rashida admonished me in between her slaps."Yes, bua." I tried to have a very contrite look, but it wasn't going well. And then there was the nagging feeling that I was forgetting another order -- something the maids haven't figured out yet, but would soon will -- and for the life of me I could not remember what that order was!SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!"Baba, whenever I had asked you if you had done something wrong, you had always admitted it and taken your punishment. This is unacceptable.""Yes, bua."SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!Nearby, our other maid Rubina stood by, silently watching my humiliation, with a sly grin on her face, as Rashida continued to slap me alternately on each cheek. Rubina had reason to be smug, of course. Whereas Rashida was much older (she practically raised me), Rubina was my age. In fact, she was younger than me by some months. A few years ago, she was just a mere maid from a poor Bengali family, happy at the chance for employment at a rich, Urdu-speaking, business family's house where the pay was great. She was a shy and demure girl who would tremble at my orders.And now she wouldn't let go of a chance to strip me naked, put me across her lap and give me a beating with her slippers. Oh, how the chappals have turned! The fact that she was younger than me, and yet controlled me with full authority to punish me as she liked, no doubt added to her enjoyment at my chastisements.Rashida, being the older maid, and employed with us for a long time, had a more mature, authoritative demeanor; maintaining a sense of gravitas around her, whereas Rubina was more spunky and spontaneous.SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!"I am so sorry, bua. I will never lie to you again, I promise! Please forgive me, bua!"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!The slaps continued. Rashida was clearly angry that I had lied to her -- and this was true, I had never lied to her before like this -- and Rubina was observing me with a cruel grin on her face. Appearance wise, the two maids couldn't be more dissimilar. Rashida was heavier; she had a big chest (her blouses were always one size too small and struggled to contain her overflowing breasts), and she had a big bum as well. Once I had to accompany her to the market, and she took more than half the space on the two-seater rickshaw, and I had to squeeze into the remaining space. Rubina, on the other hand, was scrawny, thin, with a beautiful face that gave me a hard on whenever she wasn't spanking me. Of her thin stature, the only redeeming feature were her butt cheeks, which were amply proportioned.SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!"Twenty Two!" Amidst my pain, I maintained the count, knowing that missing a slap or two would result in further punishment. And along with the count, came my abject apology. "I am very sorry, bua. I should not have lied about switching it-"SLAP!"What were you doing, baba?" Rashida asked me.SLAP!"It was a very simple task, baba.""Yes, bua."SLAP!"Wait 8 minutes, baba, and turn the oven off. That's all I said.""Yes, bua."SLAP!"Now, baba, we have to mix the dough and start all over again.""I am so sorry, bua."SLAP!"That's two hours wasted.""Yes, bua. It's all my fault." I wailed. "Please punish me more."SLAP!"I will, baba."SLAP!"Now tell me, baba, exactly why-"SLAP!"-would you forget-"SLAP!"-to turn the oven off, baba?"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!Finally, Rubina volunteered the answer."Rashida apa, I know why baba forgot. He was too busy ogling Shabina apa." Rubina used the respectful term 'apa' (older sister) when addressing an older woman, or when talking about an older woman."WHAT?!!"You could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed. Rashida's steely eyes bore into mine, and I kept my eyes cast down in shame and fear. My silence validated Rubina's answer. For a second, I forgot my punishments, or the fact that I was forgetting another of Rashida's orders that I couldn't recall, or the count of how many slaps I had received so far from my shapely maid. All I could now think of was that Rashida was now going to be very, very, very angry. Not only had I failed to do what she asked, AND lied about it, but I was guilty of ogling another woman -- another one of the help.Shabina was our local vegetable lady. My mom was having a huge party that evening (which is why my parents were out this morning, getting some final shopping done, leaving the mundane kitchen tasks to the help), and she had ordered some vegetables. Shabina was the lady who would walk with her cart and deliver fresh vegetables to each house in our locality every day. This morning, as I was watching the oven, she had come into the kitchen with her merchandise. Since I was already in the kitchen, I stood there to supervise her -- and when she bent over to place the items into the refrigerator, presenting her ample, fleshy buttocks, I was busy ogling her. If you hadn't noticed already, I have a thing for women with big behinds. And this has often gotten my behind into a lot of trouble.Shabina was a firm old lady, but probably no older than forty. For a mature lady, she had a pretty face, with cheeks begging to be squeezed, while her lips were pouty and thick. She was of average height and built, but boy did she have a plump behind! It was tough to say where her waist ended and her hips began. Like many of these working poor ladies, she wore a thin sari, without enough material to completely wrap around her body, leaving her ample fleshy waist and navel completely exposed. I also tried to peer down her blouse as she moved her wares, and I could see Shabina did not wear a bra as well.With my dad's rising political star, and my mom's charitable work, and me being in prime fitness and shape, and the vice-captain of our university cricket team, I could have had any girl in the city. And here I was, being miserably punished by my maid servants for failing a task because I was too busy ogling the poor vegetable lady."Pull down his pajamas," Rashida ordered, and Rubina was of course too happy to comply. In a trice, my pajamas were at my ankles. Following Rashida's orders, I of course had nothing underneath. I wore no underwear, ever, because, in Rashida's words, "I want you to be spankable and ready to be punished wherever you are and whenever I want." So there I was, standing in the kitchen in just my t-shirt, my bare bum exposed to my maids -- one of whom had a stoic look on her face, and the other was suppressing giggles at my discomfort.Rashida then stripped off my t-shirt, so I was completely in the nude, and led me painfully by the ear to an old wooden chair that was propped against the kitchen wall."Climb up on the chair, baba, facing the wall, and kneel on the chair," Rashida ordered."Yes, bua."I did as she asked, facing the wall, my knees on the chair, my hands spread apart and braced against the wall. I knew that if I moved or squirmed, I risked falling out of that rickety chair."Stay here in this position until I decide your punishment, baba.""Yes, bua."Rashida pressed the back of my head firmly until my cheeks were flat against the wall. Then she pressed my buttocks hard so my dick was now grinding against the back of the chair."Hold this position, baba.""Yes, bua."Even though she was using the affectionate term 'baba' for me, I knew that soon she would be paddling my ass and be anything but affectionate. All those slaps, I thought wryly, were just a precursor. Vaguely, I tried to recall if there was some other instruction of hers I was forgetting.Rashida gave her orders, starting to get busy. "Rubina!""Yes, apa?""Start preparing the dough. This cake isn't going to make itself.""Yes, apa."Behind Rubina's compliant reply, I could detect a hint of anger. I knew that Rashida would delegate those tasks to her, since she, Rashida, was, after all, the older maid and therefore the head of the domestic help, but I also knew Rubina would punish me later for this additional work.For some time, I just remained in my position. The sounds of the maids being busy in the kitchen filled the air. Rashida chopped some vegetables, Rubina started to work on the cake and they were busy with their tasks. A couple of sly mocking comments at the naked man amidst them would be thrown around occasionally, followed by laughter. I was a source of amusement for my maid servants. Not only was I in the nude, kneeling in humiliation, and humbly awaiting my punishment, but I was fit to be ignored until they had completed their mundane chores. My clothes lay in a heap on the kitchen floor.My respite was broken by the swooshing sound of a cane. Rashida had gone to her room, chosen a cane, and was testing it against the palm of her big hand as she re-entered the kitchen. Ever since the women from my domestic help have started to punish me, Rashida has built up a good collection of implements in her room to spank me with. My chubby maid now walked until she was just behind me, and poked my right ass cheek with the tip of the cane."Ah .... Owwwww!" I could not help but howl, making Rubina laugh out loud."You will get forty strokes on your bum with the cane." Rashida announced. "Baba, I will do twenty, and Rubina will then cane you twenty times. Is that understood?""Yes, bua." What else could I say? "I am yours to be punished, bua.""As usual, you will count, thank me, apologize and ask for another one every time." Rashida instructed. "But you should know this by now, shouldn't you?""Yes, bua."SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!Rashida struck me hard and fast. She would alternate on each cheek, sometimes striking the fleshy part of my bum, sometimes just below, on my legs, and sometimes right in the middle of the crack of my ass, leaving a stinging blow every time. After each stroke, I would count, thank her, apologize to her humbly, and beg for her forgiveness. And then I would submissively ask her to punish me one more time. Barely would I be finished before she would hit me again."T-t-twenty!" I cried aloud, amidst my tears. "T-t-thank you bua. Please, please do f-f-forgive my lie, I am so sorry. Please hit me again!""It's now Rubina's turn to cane you," Rashida told me. "Repeat your apology to her.""Yes, bua. Choto bua," I turned my head and now addressed Rubina, using the reverent term 'bua' and adding 'choto' to it, which meant "younger". "Please do forgive me lying, choto bua, and please punish me for it."Rubina impatiently tapped the cane against my bum."You idiot, let's get this over with." She told me to face the wall again. "I have so much more to do now, baba, thanks to your incompetence, you nincompoop!""Yes, choto bua. I am so sorry, choto bua. Please punish me, choto bua."I braced myself for what I knew would be a hard punishment. When Rashida punished me, she was doing it because I deserved it. I had done something wrong, and needed to be corrected for it. Rashida was the loving matronly lady and I the errant schoolboy. She punished me strictly on a disciplinary basis, and in her view, she was doing it for my own good.Rubina, on the other hand, really enjoyed physically beating me. She just needed an excuse to put me over her knees or pull down my pants and spank me. It put me, the son of owner of the house she worked in, and her employer, and someone older than her, in a humiliating position under her authority, and she loved it. Rubina was a true sadist, and her spankings were often tough and ruthless. And now she had a cane in her hand.SWOOSH!The cane came down hard on my now very red bum."Twenty one!" I counted. "Thank you for-""You should have started counted from 'ONE' again." Rubina harrumphed. "This stroke will not count.""Oh, choto bua, I thought I-"SWOOSH!"Are you ..."SWOOSH!"... questioning my ..."SWOOSH!"... authority?""No, choto bua. Absolutely not, choto bua. My mistake, choto bua. Please forgive me,choto bua. I will start from 'one' again. I do apologize, choto bua. Please punish me,choto bua."If you haven't realized it by now, I was terrified of my choto bua's punishments."Five extra strokes for your insolence!" Rubina decided. "And all those strokes will not count. Start counting again, baba.""Yes, choto bua. I am sorry, choto bua."No doubt, had I started the count from one, Rubina would have said I should have continued from twenty one. This was just an excuse to punish me more. Desperately I looked at Rashida for help, but she pointedly ignored me. Clearly, she approved of the younger maid's actions.Rubina caned me hard and fast. Her ferocious strikes left me gasping for breath amidst my tears and screams, and no doubt my behind was now a bright shade of tomato red. I missed the count a few times, and every time Rubina added five penalty strokes. Hell hath no fury like a maid servant with a cane in her hand crossed. By the time Rubina was done, I was a blubbering mess."Stand down from the chair and come here!" Rashida ordered. Barely able to walk now, I stood facing her. More than anything, I fervently wanted to rub my sore buttom, but I knew that would prolong my punishment. As I stood there, Rashida cupped my balls in her right hand."Next time, you lie to me ..." Rashida tightened her squeeze on my testicles, and I sharply drew in my breath. "Your balls will be on the line. Do you understand me,baba?""Y-y-yes, bua. I am very sorry, bua. I will never lie to you again." I was really scared they would beat me on my balls. So far, my testicles had been left alone.The maids told me to go to a corner, face the wall and bend over. I remained in that position, naked, butt up in the air, while they went about their tasks. The cold air blowing through the kitchen shot a thousand volts through my body every time there was a breeze across my behind, and I was ardently hoping that was the end of my punishment. Finally, Rashida walked over and examined my derriere -- and the result of their handiwork. She squeezed and pinched my butt cheeks, and gently spread it apart to see my asshole, giving me more jolting pain. When she was satisfied, Rashida told me to kiss her feet, pick up my clothes, and get out.The party that night was a success. I of course, could not sit down (for obvious reasons!) and whenever someone brushed against me, I could feel the pain, and had to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming.* * *Later that night, as I lay in the bed, I again tried to think of what was that other instruction I was forgetting. After trying hard in vain to recall, I then reflected on the caning I had received.My maids have been punishing me for two years now. It all started when I was eighteen, and Rashida had caught me masturbating, and rather than have her report me to my parents, I decided to accept her punishment. And that was how I found myself to be in the situation I was in now. Pretty soon, Rashida was spanking me on a regular basis. Unknown to me then, but immediately recognized by Rashida when she spanked me for the very first time, I had a submissive streak in me, and I found the idea -- of placing myself at the mercy of large, dominating woman who would beat me as she wished -- highly erotic. Slowly and surely, Rashida increased the range and severity of my punishments, and then, sometime later, she initiated Rubina into the whole affair. Gradually, and unknown to my parents, the maids compounded their domination over me to such an extent that I would now obey anything they said, any time.The maids had time scheduled every week for what Rashida called my "maintenance spanking". Even if I had done nothing wrong, and that was never the case, I was to submit to them and present my bare bum for a hiding. It emphasized the fact that they ruled me, and my body, and I was their deferential serf, destined to obey their slightest wish.Every Monday and Thursday, sharply at 10.30 pm, long after my parents had retired for the night (they went to bed every night at 9pm), I would report to my mistress Rashida's room, in the servants' quarters. Monday and Thursday were marked as my 'punishment' nights.Many a times, Rubina would go over the line when disciplining me. Once, while I was kissing her feet, she kicked out. Another time, while caning me as I stood silently bearing her hidings, she hit the lower part of my legs, below the knee. Yet another time, when I was being slapped, Rubina hit the same cheek, again and again, instead of alternating on each side of my face.During these occasions, more often than not, Rashida would rein her in, correct her, and soothe me. Today, in the kitchen, she had made no such move. Clearly, my lying had offended Rashida so terribly that she felt Rubina could do what she wanted to me. I resolved never to lie to Rashida again. The punishment for whatever I would do wrong was clearly less than being punished for lying, especially if Rashida let Rubina loose on me.Suddenly, the door to my room opened.I, of course, never locked my door. Rashida had strict instructions for me that the door to my room should always be open, so the maids were free to walk in on me any time they wanted. As she said, "a dog doesn't lock its kennel". I would be changing my clothes, or studying, or sleeping, it didn't matter. And of course, a few times they had walked in while I was masturbating to pornography. Rubina seemed to have a particular knack of knowing when I was doing the deed, and that meant I would soon be over her knees. At least with Rashida, if she was punishing me for masturbating, she would have mercy on me at the end of my spanking, and put a condom on my penis and stroke me until I came.

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Re: My Indian maid catches me masturbating, and spanks me
« Reply #6 on: October 26, 2014, 07:32:19 AM »
"Baba, are you asleep?" It was Rubina.It was 2 in the morning, everyone in the household was fast asleep (the party ended late), but I was awake."Choto bua." I stood up, out of respect -- and also out of surprise. It was not Monday or Thursday -- today was a Friday.Rubina snapped her fingers. In a trice I was lying prostrate on the floor, licking her toes and planting sloppy kisses on her feet and ankles. While both maids often made me kiss their feet, Rashida always withdrew her feet from her chappals, or slippers, and presented her bare feet for me to lick. With Rubina, she would be wearing her dirty flip-flops, and I would have to kiss her feet through it, and her sandals. When she felt she had enough, Rubina snapped her fingers again. I stopped kissing her feet and slowly stood up, eyes obediently cast downwards, wondering what was going on."You are wondering why I am here, baba."I nodded."Yes, choto bua."Rubina then raised her right hand and grabbed my left ear."I am here because I am now going to punish you, baba," Rubina stated as-a-matter-of-factly, as she twisted my ear. "I am angry today because I had to do a whole lot of extra work due to your ineptitude, baba, and I don't want to wait for Monday to punish you.""Yes, choto bua.""Take off your shirt, bitch.""Yes, choto bua.""Good. Now, baba, you pathetic excuse of a man, I want you to remove your pajamas for me."I froze for a moment (it was 2 am in the morning!) and then shyly undid my belt and zipper. No matter how many times Rubina or Rashida ordered me to strip, so that I could be spanked in the nude, I always felt shy undressing in front of them. It didn't stop the punishments of course, and Rashida even said she thought it was "cute". I fumbled with the string on my pajamas before sliding my jammies down my legs.Rubina reached out and with the nail of her index finger, stroked my penis. She then wrapped her fingers around and started to rub my shaft. I shuddered at her touch and she laughed. She then took my testicles in her other hand and began to roll them around. She gave me a little pinch, and I gasped, which made her laugh.Rubina let go of my dick and asked me, "When was the last time you masturbated,baba?"."I-I ..."Still holding my balls with one hand, Rubina hit my face with the other.SLAP!"I asked you a question, baba.""Yes, choto bua. I am sorry. I, er, masturbated two days ago, choto bua."Rubina then let go of my balls and grabbed my dick, starting to stroke me once again. My manhood slowly ebbed and throbbed and I started to get hard. Perhaps she was going to stroke me to an orgasm, I thought hopefully, as she continued to rub my member to and fro. I was now quite rigid.Then she let go and started to laugh."Look at your so-called-cock!" She had a smirk on her face. "Is this the largest it can get?""Er ... yes, choto bua."SLAP!"You should be ashamed of yourself, baba. I have seen a few men, and all had dicks which WHEN SOFT was larger and thicker than when yours is hard! Your dick is just like you, a sissy. And you call this pathetic little twig a dick?" She laughed.SLAP!"Yes, choto bua." I cringed in shame as Rubina continued to mock me and slap me."I have seen your driver pee once, baba, and he did not know I was looking. He had a much bigger dick than yours.""Yes, choto bua."SLAP!"Even the local milkman, Ramu, I saw him once pee on the side of a wall in the back alley -- and that low class worker had a larger cock than you.""Yes, choto bua."SLAP!My face blushed red in shame as Rubina stated exactly what she thought of my manhood."No wonder you are such an emasculated bitch, baba.""Yes, choto bua."SLAP!"You allow your maids to strip you whenever we want and slap you as we wish and punish you and spank you as we like!""Yes, choto bua."SLAP!"We make you walk around your own house naked and you never protest, you accept our orders meekly, like a dog obeys its mistresses. You are not a real man,baba.""Yes, choto bua."SLAP!"By this time, any real man would have never allowed himself to be punished by his mere maid servants for this long, baba.""Yes, choto bua."SLAP!"A REAL man would have dragged us to HIS bed, fucked us repeatedly, deposited oodles of cum in OUR cunts, and would have ripped our asshole open with his giant DICK, before kicking us, his maid servants, out of his house long ago. We maid servants would exist just for HIS mere pleasure.""Er ... yes, choto bua."SLAP!"And yet, YOU, you allow your maid servants, and one of them who is younger than you, to repeatedly whip you, slap you, cane you, spank you, IN THE NUDE, and not to mention, pee on you, spit on you, insult you, lead you around on a leash like the bitch you are. You exist for OUR pleasure. You are OUR slave. OUR maid! Our BITCH!""Yes, choto bua." I felt humiliated beyond belief. My maid was telling me exactly where I stood with them, and she was slapping me while saying it, and I could not stop her. Her belittling of my manhood was emasculating, but I was helpless.SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!Rubina then led me, stark-naked, by the ear, out of my room, and through the hall way, to the servants' quarters and to her room. Usually, on Mondays and Thursdays, when I would walk to Rashida's room to be spanked, I would undress only when I was inside her room, with the door shut. After my punishment, I would put on my clothes, and walk back clothed.Right now, Rubina was leading me, by the ear, completely in the buff, through my own house, to her room, with nary a protest from me. Her taunts were true. I was not man enough to protest.Rubina led me to the centre of her room, let go of my now very red ear, and slapped me again."Now, baba, raise your arms!"I complied."Bend down, you slave, and touch your toes!"I remained in this position as Rubina went over and shut the door. I could hear the latch being drawn, and then she returned and stood behind me, pressing her fully clothed body against my naked behind. She reached around and once more held my now limp penis in her hand."This small needle of yours that you call a penis, baba," She declared, "is the reason you are now in the room of your female servant, naked, bent over, awaiting punishment, instead of pleasure.""Yes, choto bua.""You masturbate because you have a small cock, baba. You know you can never satisfy a real woman with that. So you let yourself be the object of satisfaction for a real woman." She laughed."Yes, choto bua." I did not know what else to say but agree with her!She now held my balls, and I was afraid she was going to squeeze them. I heaved a sigh of relief as she let go."Your punishment will start now, baba."It was a long and hard series of punishments that lasted well over a couple of hours. Rubina first slapped me until my cheeks were glowing red. Then she made me stand in the corner for half an hour until my legs started to cramp. Rubina then ordered me to raise my hands behind my neck and spread my legs apart. She then proceeded to thrash me across the butt with the back of her hairbrush. Thirty strokes later, I was allowed a small break.Rubina then brought an old chair and placed it in the middle of the room. She then had me bend over the back of the chair, face down, grabbing the seat of the chair with my butt high up in the air. Another thirty lashings with her cane followed on my derriere, before once again I was sent to the corner for some "quiet time".Then she sat on her bed and made me lie across her lap, over her knees, with my penis buried amidst the folds of her sari, in between her legs. By this time, my bum was stinging. Combined with the previous punishments in the afternoon, I was squirming every time she touched my butt, and rivers of tears rolled down my cheeks as I begged her for mercy. Rubina was having none of it.SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!Rubina spanked me first with her bare hand, and when she grew tired of it, she used her slipper. And then she went back to the hand. The room reverberated with the sharp sounds of her hand on the flesh of my buttocks as she smacked me, again and again and again.When she was finally done, Rubina ordered me to kneel down on the floor. She then slipped on a leash around my neck."Come!" She ordered, "I want you on all fours, baba, like the dog you are. You are my bitch and don't you forget it.""Yes, choto bua."I followed Rubina out of the room, crawling on all fours, as she ordered. I was being led on a collar, like a mere dog out for a walk with her mistress. Rubina occasionally gave a sharp tug on the leash, when she felt I needed to crawl faster."Faster, bitch."Finally, we were in the servants' washroom. Rubina unhooked the leash and let it hand from a hook on the wall. Holding me now by the ears, Rubina made me crouch on the dirty floor of the damp washroom. I was now at her feet, looking up. She then lifted up her sari and petticoat. I noticed that Rubina wasn't wearing any panties.Rubina tied up her bunched up sari and petticoat around her hips. With two fingers separating the lips of her pussy, Rubina began to pee. I opened my mouth as her yellow stream splashed on my face, taking in big gulps of her urine. My body was wet with her yellow fluid as she directed the stream over my head, wetting my hair, then on my face, and then on my body.When she was done, Rubina grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to her cunt. There was a strong sharp smell on her legs and the bathroom floor where I was kneeling, now drenched with her piss. I leaned forward and began to clean her dirty pussy with my tongue, quickly bringing her to orgasm as I licked her clit.Rubina told me to take a shower and head back to my room. My punishment was over (for that night, anyways). I took a shower in the maids' washroom, and then had to shiver as I walked back, in the buff, to my own room. Finally I was clothed again. I spent the night tossing and turning, with deep sleep proving elusive, due to my stinging ass.* * *The next morning, after freshening up, I walked to the kitchen. Rashida was busy making some toast."Baba," she told me as soon as I walked in, "Can you take a look at my cell phone?""Why, of course, bua," I replied, "What seems to be the trouble?""I don't seem to have any network." Rashida looked at me, puzzled. "I have switched it on and off several times to no effect."In a trice, it dawned upon me. The one instruction I was to carry out yesterday, that for the life of me, I couldn't recall. I was to have paid the cellphone bills for Rashida and Rubina!You see, the maids have a prepaid cellphone, and every month it is my job to fill the account with credit so they can have enough talk time to last through the month. Rashida had told me her cellphone account was going to run dry, and I was supposed to have put enough money in it by yesterday morning. Yet, I had forgotten. And then I had gone and ogled the vegetable lady's butt and then got my own butt into all sorts of trouble.My face must have shown my alarm, as Rashida immediately sized up the situation."Did you fill my account, baba?" She asked."I ... I ... I really forgot, bua." I decided to confess. "I was going to do it in the morning, but then with the party preparations, and then, er, my punishments, I ... forgot completely, bua.""Hmm." Rashida seemed to mull my indiscretion. Her voice was even as she spoke, "At least baba you decided not to lie this time.""Yes, bua, I understand," I answered. "It was my mistake to try and lie yesterday,bua.""Good." Rashida handed me her cellphone. "Now, baba, I don't have time to discipline you now. I need my cellphone fixed.""Yes, bua." So apparently, breakfast would have to wait."Go down to the paan store in the corner, baba, and get my account filled RIGHT NOW.""Yes, bua." I grabbed her phone and made a motion to leave immediately."Baba, wait."Uh oh, I thought."You are walking funnily. Did you get any beatings from Rubina last night, baba?"Completely thrown off by the question, I was dumbstruck for a moment, and then gathered my wits around me."Yes, bua.""Good. And exactly how were you chastised baba?""I ... er ..." I recounted last night's humiliating incidents to her."Baba!" Rashida ordered. "Turn around, and drop your pants, and bend over please. I want to see your behind, and see if she did a good job.""Yes, bua." Obediently I turned around, slowly stepped out of my pants, and bent over, presenting my ass to my maid. The situation vividly demonstrated her hold over me. She was the maid, and I the master, and yet it was I that was bent over, naked from the waist down, trying to remain still as my maid examined my bum methodically at her leisure. I squirmed on Rashida's every touch on my skin -- my buttocks were still quite sore."Rubina has done well." Rashida tapped my butt when she was done. "Baba, I have decided not to punish you for the cellphone mistake now. I have other things to do. When I see you this Monday night, I will punish you then.""Yes, bua.""Do you know what your punishment will be, baba?""I ... er ... you know best, bua.""When you come to my room that night, baba, wear your pants with a leather belt.""Yes, bua.""I am going to use your own belt to give you twenty lashes.""Yes, bua." Ouch!"Now put on your pants, you shameless creature, and off you go.""Yes bua. As you wish, bua."The weekend passed quickly. I had a cricket match on Saturday evening, where I managed to hit a century despite my painful bottom, and on Sunday, quite a few of our relatives came to visit us for the whole day. They were with us till the evening, and the maids were kept busy making meals, tea, and other household work, and I was busy with my cousins, so I hardly encountered them.Monday morning, my parents were leaving for Malaysia. My father had a business conference to attend in Kuala Lumpur, and he was taking my mother along. They would spend some time on the beaches there as well, and would return the next Sunday evening -- in almost two weeks. After seeing them off at the airport, I headed to the university, where my classes would keep my busy till the evening.It was a warm April night. The long lasting famous Kolkata winter had long gone, and spring was fast turning into balmy days and humid nights. The air conditioning was in full swing in our house. I was busy studying for my final exams that were happening in a couple of months.At exactly 10.25 pm, I closed my book, shut off my laptop, and then got up. It was time to meet Rashida for my scheduled spanking, and I did not want to be late. I walked through the house to the servants' quarters and stood outside her room, waiting at the door. At exactly 10.30 pm, I knocked on the door.RAT-TAT-TAT!Rashida's booming voice beckoned at me, "Come in!"I opened the door and walked in.Rashida and Rubina were sitting on Rashida's bed, playing a board game -- Ludo. They hardly looked up at me, with Rashida merely nodding at me to acknowledge my presence -- pleased that I had shown up on time. By this time, I, of course, knew the procedure. I walked to the corner and started to undress.The shirt came off first. I carefully folded it and placed it on top of the chest of drawers. I then unbuckled my belt from my trousers, and carefully doubled and folded it, placing it to the side of the shirt. This same belt would be used on my poor booty by the end of the night. Then I wriggled out of my pants, before folding it and placing it on top of my shirt, and then turned my face to the corner, with my behind to my buas. I was now standing completely in the nude in my maid servants' room, ready for my punishment, while they completely ignored me and continued with their game.I strained my ears and caught bits and pieces of their conversation. Every time they would mention "baba", Rubina would say something and both would laugh. I heard the world 'cuckold' being used a couple of times. Rubina was joking that I would make a fine cuckold to some lucky wife in the future. Rashida laughed heartily and admitted she had someone in mind already, and Rubina joined in the laughter.About twenty minutes later, Rubina called out to me."Baba, come here. It is time.""Yes, choto bua."Like an obedient puppy, ecstatic that his mistress has acknowledged his presence, I turned and walked to my maid. Rubina stood up as I approached the bed, and grabbed hold of my right ear and started to twist it. She painfully pulled my ear this way and then that."Baba, how old are you?""Twenty, choto bua.""And how old am I, baba?""Er, nineteen, choto bua.""So you are older than me.""Yes, choto bua.""And yet here you are, baba, getting a painful kaan dola (ear twisting) from me. Are you not ashamed of being punished by someone younger than you, baba?""I ... I ...""Shut up, baba."Rubina led me forcefully by the ear to the centre of the room, where there was an old chair. Rubina sat down on the chair, and then told me to kneel down at her feet. I obeyed, so that my face was now at her waist level. She was wearing a strong perfume that reminded me of fresh apples, and I could see her bare navel through the thin material of her sari. Rashida remained seated at the edge of her bed, watching my humiliation."I am going to start by slapping you, baba." She announced. "And you will count out the slaps and thank me for each one.""Yes, choto bua."SLAP!"One. Thank you for the slap, choto bua. I am so sorry bua. Please slap me again."SLAP!"Two. Th-""Baba!" Rubina interrupted me. "I only told you to count... "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!"... not to apologize or ask for another slap. Just merely count and thank.""Yes, choto bua."SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!"The first slap will not count. And neither will all these. You will begin at one again,baba.""Yes, choto bua."SLAP!"One. Thank you for the slap, choto bua.""Perfect. That's how I want it, baba. Now, start all over again.""Yes, choto bua."SLAP!"One. Thank you for the slap, choto bua.""Perfect. You are such a lovely little bitch.""Thank you, choto bua."SLAP!"Two. Thank you for the slap, choto bua.""Look at the marks of my fingers on your cheeks, baba."SLAP!"Three. Thank you for the slap, choto bua.""Your nice little dick likes these slaps, baba?""Yes, choto bua." 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Re: My Indian maid catches me masturbating, and spanks me
« Reply #7 on: October 26, 2014, 07:32:42 AM »
SLAP!"Three ... er, four! Sorry, choto bua. Thank you for the slap, choto bua.""Tsk. Tsk. Baba, start again from one.""Yes, choto bua."SLAP!"One. Thank you for the slap, choto bua."The slaps continued, and I dutifully counted. In a way, it was more humiliating to just count and thank her, rather than count and apologize for a misdeed. Rubina was showing me that she could slap me any time she wanted, and for no reason at all if she wished to. And, as she was correctly demonstrating, I was her slave who would loyally accept it, and thank her for it.After thirty slaps, Rubina told me to stand up. My face was burning. You could be slapped, caned, whipped -- but there was nothing more demeaning than being slapped by your bua.Rubina ordered me to fetch my belt and give it to Rashida. I went over to where I had folded my clothes, picked up my belt, walked to the bed and handed it over to my older maid. It was a good leather belt, with a big buckle on one end, and felt firm and tough in one's hand. Rashida stood up, and she doubled the belt by holding both of the ends in her right hand, thus halving its length but increasing its effective thickness, making it behave more like a strap. I knew then I was going to get a proper flogging.Rashida led me by the hand to the chair. I appreciated the fact that she did not grab and lead me by the ear, which would have been even more humbling. Rashida was going to hit me with my own belt, and she knew I am submitting completely to her, so she didn't need to degrade me further by dragging me by the ear. I valued her little display of fondness for me, in stark comparison to the contempt Rubina held for me. Rubina had by now stood up and was awaiting us. Rashida ordered me to bend over the chair, with my head real low, and hands gripping the cushion on the seat, thus protruding my butt high in the air."Tarek," Rashida announced a new law for me, as I awaited my belting. "From now on, whenever you come every Monday and Thursday for your punishments, I want you to wear pants with this belt on.""Yes, bua.""This is so that, baba, I always have one near hand when I want to thump my little slave girl's ass, and also for you as a constant reminder that your ass belongs to me.""Yes, bua. Your wish is my command.""It should be, baba." Rashida snickered. "You are worthless as a man except to serve me and pleasure me, baba.""Yes, bua. I only aim to please you, bua.""And sometimes you do a very poor job of it. Now, baba, I am going to give you twenty lashes." Rashida announced. "And this time, baba, I want you to count, AND thank me, AND ask me for another one.""Yes, bua.""Good. Now, my little bitch, spread your legs so you can raise that pretty behind of yours. Nice and high. I don't want to miss and trust me, you don't want me to miss either.""Yes, bua."The wait for the first lashing of the belt is always unbearable. Rashida now stood to my left, and placed her left hand on my lower back. I was tensed up as I felt her thick hand against the skin of my buns.She then took a step back. It's coming, I thought. I feel the belt brush my ass cheeks. Rashida briefly let it dangle into the crack between my buttocks, prolonging my agony. She slid it over my buttocks down to my thighs and then back again, repeating this several times. Finally, deciding to begin, Rashida raised her hand high, and swung down with brutal speed and force. The belt flew up in the air, and then there was a loud snap as the Rashida struck me square across the middle of my trunk.WHIP!"O-o-one! Thank you, bua. Please spank me again, bua."A hot, burning pain stung me and instantly spread throughout my fanny.WHIP!"Two. Thank you, bua. Please spank me again, bua."The flaying was intense. Rashida kept recovery time to a minimum. Barely would I be finished mumbling my count, with the pain hardly losing intensity at the point of contact, when Rashida would belt me again. I was thrashing about in agony, crying shamelessly, barely able to endure, and yet Rashida kept on raining the blows in rapid succession.Finally, after twenty sharp strokes that lit my buttocks on fire, Rashida stopped and took a step back. I remained bent over the chair, panting and sobbing."I'm so sorry bua, *sob* really, please forgive me. *sob* I will never forget your cell phone bill again *sob*, I promise."My bottom was now covered in a series of welts, yet I knew I was forbidden from raising my hand and rubbing my behind. Cruelly, Rubina decided to do it, and rather than soothing me, it prolonged my pain sharply. Her fingers irritated the soreness, and she pressed hard, pinching and patting my sore caboose. I heard the maids laugh as Rubina probed and prodded my ass, eliciting cries and tears of pain from me.Rashida then told me to go and stand in the corner while they decided if further punishment was necessary. So there I was, stark naked, standing in the corner of my maid servant's room in a docile fashion, my clothes dutifully folded on her desk, standing in disgrace, facing the wall in the corner, with my back towards the bed, where my housemaids Rashida and Rubina were sitting on her bed, talking to each other, completely ignoring me - and my very, very, red and stinging bum, and my equally flushed and very well-slapped face.I reflected on my situation. I am the scion and heir apparent of a strong, noble, powerful family. And yet now, I was standing, in the nude, fully compliant, in front of my housemaids, having just been beaten on my derriere by one of them, and slapped on my face by the other. And my housemaids were of course fully clothed. Not only did spanking my bare ass cause me maximum pain, but it also put them in complete command, and me at their mercy. In my own house, whenever they wanted, and wherever they wanted, my maids were free to pull my pants down and spank, slap, belt, whip or cane me, as they wished.After what seemed like hours, but were in face only ten minutes, Rashida ordered, "Baba, come here!""Yes, bua," I replied.I turned around, and walked over to the bed, stopping just in front of them. Rashida raised a hand and tenderly cupped my balls."Do you think you have been punished enough, baba?" She asked me, gently kneading my balls between her thumb and forefinger, as one would roll a ball of dough. "Was this humiliating enough for you, slave?"I had just been punished by bending over and getting belted by her, and Rubina had slapped me several times until her fingers left sharp red marks on my cheeks. And now I was standing in front of them, helplessly having my balls examined by a woman who was, unbelievably, merely my maid."Yes, bua." I answered hopefully. Perhaps Rashida would let me go for giving an honest answer. In any case, she couldn't fault me for lying. "I am really sorry for causing you trouble. I am yours to punish, my mistresses, but please forgive me.""Tell us again what you did, baba." Rashida asked me in a sweet, sultry voice. "Actually, tell Rubina, how, through your negligence, you put me in a ridiculous position.""Yes, bua. Choto bua." I now addressed Rubina, inwardly groaning. Being asked to recount why I was being punished by servants was never a good thing. I mentally prepared myself for more chastisement.Rashida meanwhile moved her hands from my balls to my dick. She wrapped her hands around my flaccid member and started to softly stroke it. Despite all that had gone on, unbelievably I started to respond to her touch and get hard."I failed to check the account balance that pays off bua's cellphone bills every month." I admitted, as my penis started to grow. "It was my job to ensure you and her cellphone bills are paid, and that the accounts have enough money. I forgot to do that this month, and as a result bua's cell phone service was cut off.""Two days." Rashida told me, continuing to fondle my genitals, and no doubt aware of my semi-hard erection. "For two days I was without a cellphone connection. It was so infuriating!""I am so sorry, bua." My eyes were cast down. "Please, please forgive me.""Baba!" Rashida let go of my now turgid dick before ordering, "Turn around. And bend over!"I obeyed, turning around and bending over so that my bum was now ready for their examination. It was hard, as I had to now position my erect member between my legs. I could feel a couple of hands on my buttocks, running over my welts, and checking out the results of my punishment."I don't think he has been spanked enough, apa." Rubina confided to Rashida. "Twenty is always too little for baba now.""You are right," Rashida agreed, pinching my butt cheeks, causing me to cry out in pain. "His behind has hardened considerably since I first put him over my knee for a hand spanking. Rubina, I think baba needs your chappal.""Yes, apa," Rubina gleefully agreed, as I silently moaned.Rubina got up and stood beside me to my left. I was still bent over, since they hadn't given me permission to move. Rubina reached out and grabbed my left ear with her right hand and twisted it. Dragging me by the ear, she walked over to where the chair was.I was dreading the punishment to come. A chappal was an Indian slipper, usually made of sponge or rubber material, and worn mostly by the lower class. When Rashida or Rubina spanked me with a chappal, firstly it was a hugely degrading affair in that I, their employer's son, was lying naked across a common maid's knees, and getting beaten with her slipper. And secondly, it was very painful as the chappalwould bend and impact a much larger area of my buttocks with a stinging blow.Rubina sat down on the chair, and rather than positioning me across her lap, over her knees, she made me stand to her left and wrapped her left arm around my waist, holding me tight."Raise your arms and place them behind your neck, baba." Rubina commanded, and I abided."Look how obedient our little slave girl is." She commented, and Rashida laughed.I was now standing helplessly, held firmly by Rubina, naked and vulnerable."I am going to hit you with my chappal until apa tells me to stop." Rubina informed me. "And, this time, you have to count, thank and apologize every time.""Yes, choto bua. I am only fit enough for your sandal."WHAP!"Owwww! One, thank you, choto bua, for the spank. I am sorry for my mistake. Please hit me again.""How does it feel, baba, to be spanked by someone who is not only your maid, but younger to you as well?" Rubina taunted me. "I should be looking up to you in respect, and instead you are disgracefully getting a beating from me."WHAP!"Ow! Ow! Ow! Two, thank you, choto bua. I am indeed ashamed. Please hit me again.""Certainly, baba. You have no dignity left, baba. You are just fit to carry out our orders."WHAP!"*sob* *sob* Three, thank you, choto bua. Yes, my mistress, I exist only to serve you. Please hit me again.""What you need, baba, is to be punished every day, every hour."WHAP!"Four, thank you, choto bua. I am very sorry. Please hit me again."WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!And so it continued. Rubina spanked each ass cheek, alternating between them. She swung repeatedly, hardly giving me time to catch my breath as I apologized and counted up."If only his female friends could see him now!" Rashida laughed, as Rubina took a breather and patted my red butt, causing me sharp stabs of pain. "The vice captain of the cricket team, naked, in the arms of his maid, being beaten by her chappal!"WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!By the twentieth strike, I was whimpering for mercy, as my ass had turned a dark crimson red. Rashida decided it still wasn't enough, and the beatings continued. When the count reached forty, I was sobbing, with tears flowing, and my ass jerking around as Rubina held me in a tight vice-like grip. She could be little, but she was strong.WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!"Don't move, baba. I will only repeat the beatings if you move."WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!She finally stopped when I counted out the fiftieth stroke."Fifty, *sob* thank you, choto bua. *sob* Please forgive me." I sobbed. "I will never do it again. *sob* Please spank me again.""He wants mercy and asks me to spank him again." Rubina laughed, as did Rashida. "I think fifty was enough, what do you think, apa?""Yes," Rashida agreed. "Baba, come here."The younger maid released me, and I dutifully walked over to stand in front of my older maid, sobbing and whimpering, gingerly rubbing my very, very sore bum. All dignity I had had been stripped from me tonight."Do you think you have been humiliated enough, baba?" Rashida asked me again, once more kneading my balls between her fingers."Yes, bua." I managed to blurt out between my sniffling. "Please don't beat me on my pasa ('pasa' is Bengali for ass or buttocks) now, bua.""Will you ever repeat your mistake?" Rashida gently squeezed one of my testicles."No! No, bua," I answered, as she let go of my balls. "I promise."Rubina had by the time walked over and stood beside us. She now watched in amusement as Rashida once again gently stroked my manhood."He doesn't take too long to get hard, does he?" Rubina exclaimed."Yes, I have noticed that." Rashida confirmed, continuing to rub me. Then she recounted an incident. "Once I punished baba severely, putting him across my knees and spanking his bare bum with my hand, and after a good thrashing, he was crying, begging for me to stop. And then I made him stand and started to rub his dick.""Let me guess, he started to become hard immediately.""Yes!" Rashida laughed. "It was funny. He was crying, his face and ass red, and his dick hard!"Rashida's hands were now moving up and down my shaft, and once more my penis sprang to life."That's one thing I like about him." Rashida told Rubina. "He's young, he's fun to play with, and he's full of cum."Rashida then stopped stroking me and made me stand right in front of her, facing her, as she sat on the bed."The problem is, baba," Rashida told me, "You are always negligent in your duties, and whenever we punish you, you promise to be dutiful, before again committing the same mistake.""I am so sorry, bua." I was genuinely repentant. "I will obey as much as I can.""You need more punishment. But fear not! I am not going to spank you now." Rashida quickly added, as I looked at her in alarm. "This is going to be a different sort of punishment."Rashida then told me to sit on her lap. Hesitating for just a little bit, I turned around and sat down on her lap, with my naked butt resting on her thighs. Immediately I had to stand up, as my sensitive pasa reacted to the fabric of her sari with what seemed like an electric shock. My antics had my maids in stitches. Rashida then grabbed me by the hips and forced me to sit on her lap, and held me firmly."You see, baba, you need to learn COMPLETE, and UTTER, obedience. You need to learn ABSOLUTE LOYALTY to your mistresses - to us. This is a Monday, and your parents are returning the next Sunday night from their trip - so these two weeks are a perfect chance.""Yes, bua." I answered, not really knowing where this was heading. Rashida started to stroke my cock again, and her stroking had made me semi-hard. My whimpering had stopped, even though my ass was burning from just sitting on Rashida's lap. Rashida switched repeatedly from stroking my manhood to caressing my balls, as I sat on her lap, keenly listening to her.Rubina had by this time grabbed the chair and had sat down in front of us. So there was I, naked as the day I was born, in the presence of two fully clothed women in saris, my housemaids, and I was sitting on the lap of one of them with her hands playing with my manhood, and facing the other one."Baba," Rashida asked, "Do you remember the very first time you got a spanking from me?""Yes, bua." I cringed in embarrassment. "I remember.""Tell me, why did I spank you, baba?""I ... I ...bua ... I ...""Look at him!" Rashida smiled and turned to Rubina. "Here he is, in his maid's room. I have just spanked him with his own belt, and you, a maid younger than him, have just slapped him on his face, and then thrashed him with your chappal. His ass is bright crimson from our beating, he is sitting naked on my lap, his butt resting on my thighs, and his testicles are in my hands, and he is too ashamed to talk about the first time he got a mere spanking from me!"Both of them laughed as I flushed a bright beetroot red with shame."Baba, tell me." Rashida continued to knead my balls. "Before I have to spank you again.""Yes, bua." I complied. "I was masturbating, with my dick in my hand, when you walked in.""And what were you masturbating to, baba?""I was picturing my English teacher, Ms Patel, and ... and ... and you, bua.""Hmm." Rashida was now stroking my cock, which was quite hard. I was hoping I did not cum over her, but I needn't have worried. Rashida knew exactly what my point of no return was, and she would always stop before that, waiting until I was limp, and then start stroking again. "And then what happened, baba?""Er, you punished me, bua. You, er, stripped me naked, twisted my ears, slapped me, and then put me over your knees and spanked me.""I punished you for masturbating to thoughts of me, your maid - someone you should respect." Rashida told me firmly. "Now tell me about the second time I had to spank you, baba.""I ... er ... you caught me trying to watch Rubina, sorry, I mean choto bua, take a shower, and ...""That's when I caned you for trying to catch a glimpse of one of your maids, naked. Again, you had to be punished, baba, for thinking of us maids in a sexual way.""Yes, bua.""And the other day you were ogling Shabina, the vegetable lady.""Yes, bua.""It seems that while you may be afraid to masturbate while thinking of me or Rubina, you don't extend the same courtesy to other lower class working women.""Yes, bua, I mean, no, bua, I mean ...""Are there days, baba," Rashida continued her interrogation, while keeping up her fondling of my weenie, "When I spanked you for masturbating, baba, because I specifically told you NOT to cum on those days?""Yes, bua." I humbly replied, my eyes down with shame."It's a recurring theme." Rashida gently cupped my balls before giving them a sharp squeeze so I sat up straight. "We had to punish you several times, sometimes with a severe spanking, until we got your masturbation mostly under control. Nowadays, for the most part, you play with yourself only when we permit you to.""Yes, bua." It was true. Now, whenever I needed to relieve myself, I would ask Rashida for permission. She never said no yet, and if I was really, really, really lucky and she was in a good mood, Rashida would take care of me herself. And yes, there were times when I couldn't control myself and do it, but somehow Rashida always

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Re: My Indian maid catches me masturbating, and spanks me
« Reply #8 on: October 26, 2014, 07:33:09 AM »
"But still," Rashida had stopped rubbing my penis until it started to shrink, before grabbing hold of it again. "We have to punish you several times for the same, repeated, mistakes. For example, if you are keeping count, this is the third time I am punishing you for not paying my cellphone bills.""Yes, bua. I am really sorry, bua. Please forgive me.""From now on," Rashida told me, "things will be slightly different. From tomorrow morning, for this whole week, and the next week, while your parents are away, not only will you obey our every instruction, that's ALL that you will do. Every moment of your existence will be devoted to obeying us, and pleasing us, and keeping us happy. You will do nothing of your own free will. In short, you will be our COMPLETE and TOTAL slave.""Yes, bua."I was slightly confused though. Wasn't I already their slave, their toy, theirs to do as they wish? Rubina must have seen my puzzlement on my face, for she perceptively told Rashida, "I don't think baba understands, apa. He is wondering how is it any different from his pathetic condition now.""Let me explain, baba, what a total slave means." Rashida's voice remained caring, gentle, as she slowly increased the tempo of her stroking. "First, from tomorrow morning, I don't want you to wear any pants around the house. AT ALL. You will wear a t-shirt, and that too one that barely comes down to your navel. From your navel and below, you are to remain naked, ALL THE TIME. You bum is to remain exposed to us, for us to spank, any time we wish. Understood?""Yes, bua."It's amazing what a guy will agree to when he's sitting naked on a woman's lap, and she is stroking his penis, and the guy is hoping she will let him cum. I could barely concentrate on what Rashida was saying, yet comprehending that my situation was about to change drastically."Second, you will obey each and every command of ours AS SOON AS WE UTTER IT. No matter what you are doing, or where you are, or what the consequences, our merest wish is your most important command.""Yes, bua.""For example, if you are naked and someone rings the doorbell, and I ask you to open the door, you will not think, 'oh, I am naked', you will just obey, and open the door. If we ask you to clean the washroom, you will obey. If we ask to drink our piss, you will obey.""Yes, bua, I understand.""Third," Rashida seemed to be on a roll. "ANY SINGLE thing you do, you will ask our permission. You will do nothing without our consent. You will not even pee without permission. You will not speak unless spoken to. If you need to speak, you will humbly ask for permission first. When you speak, your tone will be deferential; after all you are a slave who is talking to his mistresses. Your eyes must be cast down at all times, and you will NEVER look us in the eye. Do you understand?""Yes, bua.""And of course, we will punish you as we like, when we like, however we like. Your only duty is just to submit."Rashida then made me repeat what she called the Slave Pledge after her."I, Tarek, agree to the following.""I will treat my maids Rashida bua and Rubina bua as my mistresses, for ever. I will obey their every command, to the best of my ability. Failure to do so will result in strict punishments. I will submit to whatever punishment my maids mete out to me.""I am their total slave and my body is always available for my maids to use as they see fit. I can also be their toilet, as they wish; however I am not even worthy of drinking their urine. I am to submit to my mistresses completely. I exists only to serve them. My duties may also include servicing my maids sexually, as bua andchoto bua are my sex Goddesses.""Whenever my parents are not home and my mistresses command, I will be in the Total Slave Mode. This means I will ask my maids permission for every single act I do.""Specifically, I will ask for permission to use the washroom. I will ask for permission before eating. I will ask for permission before addressing my maids. I will ask for permission before masturbating. I will ask for permission if I have to leave the house.""I am to remain naked in the house at this time, wearing only a small T-shirt. If a guest or visitor shows up, I will ask for permission before wearing pants. During times of punishment, I will also be totally nude while my mistresses will be clothed as they wish.""In the presence of my mistresses, I will cast my eyes down and not look at them in the eye unless asked to. My manner and tone will be that of a slave girl at all times and will reflect deference to my mistresses at all times.""I also understand that my mistresses can modify this Pledge at any time they wish, and I have to obey."Rashida made me repeat the Slave Pledge a few times until I had it memorized. At the end, Rubina asked me to recite it, and slapped me for each time I made a mistake. If you can picture the scene, I was sitting naked on the lap of one my maids while she played with my penis and squeezed my balls, and my other maid had her hand raised, ready to slap me if I made a mistake in reciting on how I was to be their obedient slave, and remain so for ever. I was spiralling deeper and deeper into their control. I had my eyes cast down, not merely they had ordered me to, but because of the utter sense of degradation I felt. Yet, as I felt helpless, even strangely, I was also kind of aroused, and not just because my genitals were being fondled.Rubina then gave me one of her bangles to wear. It was a thin, small gold bangle, and she put it on my right hand."You are not a real man, baba." Rubina rebuked me, as she put it on my wrist. "This is why you will wear what ladies wear, a churi (bangle). This is to show you are our little slave girl.""Yes, choto bua."Rashida then finally asked me what I was hoping she would ask. "Baba, do you need to cum?""YES! Oh, yes, bua, please, please, let me cum.""Alright. Rubina!" Rashida motioned to our younger maid. "Twist his ears while I milk him.""This should be fun." Rubina grinned.Rashida kissed the back of my neck and started to pump my now very erect penis and balls. She also would grab my nipples now and then, and give them a twist. At the same time, Rubina had stood up in front of me, and started to give me a properkaan dola. It didn't take much time, and soon I was squirting my cum into Rashida's hands, on her lap, her clothes and bed. I was cumming for a very long time, and by the end it, felt drained.Rashida then gave me permission to retire for the night. She told me to leave my clothes in her room; I would get them back on Sunday. So I went back to my room, naked, and put on a pair of pajamas and a t-shirt. I knew that tomorrow morning, only the t-shirt would remain, and I would wake up a Total Slave. Rubina told me to report to the kitchen at 7 am sharp.* * *The next morning I woke up early, around 6.45 am or so. Standing up from the bed, I felt a tingling on my buttocks and remembered the spankings from last night. I looked in the mirror, and my tender and sore ass was still bruised, and still very red. My dick throbbed as I had to pee. I was about to head to the washroom when I realized I would have to go and get permission first."Drat!" I realized, "I also can't be seen in these."I got rid of my pajamas, so I was only wearing a T-shirt. I tried to find a loose T-shirt in my room, but the largest I found barely reached to the top part of my buttocks. I had an athletic body, so I used to wear tight t-shirts. A draft on my exposed rear just made my skin tingle. I was naked from the waist down, and would remain so in the house for the rest of the week - it made me feel very naughty, yet at the same time, very unprotected and submissive. Our huge house had its own walkway and was away from the street, but what if someone peering in saw me?With such thoughts, I walked into the kitchen. Rubina was there, fully clothed (of course!) in a sari, chopping some vegetables. Her butts moved up and down as she worked. She heard me walk in and turned around.And there was someone else in the kitchen.Shabina. The vegetable lady.TO BE CONTINUED ...

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« Reply #9 on: October 26, 2014, 07:33:53 AM »
Chapter 6 -- My Sixth Punishment From The Indian MaidMy maids make me their personal maid and chore slave (continued) -- TarekI would like to thank Ms. AT Khan for reviewing some of the story with me. - TarekLet me start once again from the events of the following morning. I had just woken up with a sore bum - the result of last night's spankings. I was just about to head to my washroom when I remembered what had happened the night before."Oh, man." I thought. I recalled the helpless way I had been seated, naked, helpless, humiliated, on my maid Rashida's lap, my bum resting on her thighs, her hands fondling my manhood, stroking me and kneading my balls. I remembered my ardent desire to cum, but the desperate way I controlled myself, no doubt that reaching orgasm without permission would have serious consequences."A man would agree to anything in that situation to be permitted to cum." I was trying miserably to rationalize to myself as I realized what I had agreed to. It's amazing what a guy will acquiesce to when he's sitting naked on a woman's lap, and she is stroking his penis, and the guy is hoping she will let him ejaculate. I recalled all of Rashida's instructions - how I was to be their total slave for the next few days.And how here was I, walking into my own kitchen wearing only a T-shirt. A T-shirt that barely went past my navel and my exposed butts tingled as I walked down the hall way, pausing just for a moment outside the kitchen door, before walking in.Rubina heard me walk in and turned around."Ah, there you are baba. I was wondering if you would be on time, or we would have to discipline you for being late."I was, of course, standing there in shock, like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle, looking at Shabina the vegetable lady with a dazed look. I had expected only Rubina or Rashida there. These maids have seen and punished me in the nude, so while I was conscious of my vulnerability and my state of undress, I wasn't expecting any one else to see me in my pitiful condition.Of course, a real man would never have been in that condition to start with. A real man, as Rubina liked to occasionally remind me, would never let himself be whipped by his maids. She would often taunt in Bengali, "amake amaar mota mota pasa-e chabuk marto and raatre chodto", which roughly translated to "a real man would whip me across my bodacious buttocks and fuck me roughly at night".And as the maids would repeat often, I wasn't a real man. I was their boy toy, their slave, or, as they lately often called me adorably, their 'kutti' (bitch)."Cat got your tongue, kutti?" Rubina once again asked me, a little bit of anger creeping into her voice. I noticed Shabina had a somewhat bemused glance on her face. It was now clear she had been briefed on my situation, and was not totally surprised to see me like this. Shame, horror, acute panic were all the feelings that quickly ran rampant as I realized I was now exhibiting full frontal nudity to a lowly woman who was a mere vegetable delivery lady."I .... I ...." I stuttered, before composing myself. "Choto bua, can I go to the washroom?"Rubina snapped her fingers."Not now!" She said. "First, come here, baba!"Meekly, I walked over to stand in front of her, eyes cast down in shame."There, didn't I tell you!" Rubina spoke triumphantly to Shabina. "Your respectedbaba is just my mere slave, my bitch." She then turned to me. "Isn't that right,baba?""Ah ... y-yes, choto bua. I, er ...""Speak up!" Rubina ordered. "I asked you a question.""Yes. choto bua." I spoke up. "I am your bitch, your slave."It didn't help my pathetic situation that I had a hard on, having just woken up.Rubina turned to Shabina. "Here is baba, our slave, as I was just telling you. Naked, and ready to submit and obey.""I see it, yet I am not sure I believe it." Shabina exclaimed. "Do you really punish him as you said you do?"Rubina laughed and replied, "Just watch."She then turned to me."Baba, I am going to slap you. You will count and thank me, and ask to be slapped again.""Yes, choto bua. Please slap me."Rubina then raised her hand.SLAP!Her fingers made a thundering crack as my cheeks flushed a bright red."One. Thank you, choto bua." Almost by rote, I replied. "Please slap me again."SLAP!A warm, resounding smack resulted as she now slapped my other cheek."Two. Thank you, choto bua. Please slap me again.""Wow." Was all Shabina said.I stood there shamelessly as Rubina slapped me a few more times.SLAP!"Baba here has no self respect."SLAP!"A real man would never submit to this degradation."SLAP!"Baba is only fit enough to be a slave. A cuckold in training."SLAP!"Baba." Rubina now grabbed hold of my left ear and twisted it sharply. "Why did you not say salaam to Shabina apa when you entered the kitchen?""I am so sorry, choto bua." I turned to face Shabina. Or I turned as much as I could, given that Rubina was still holding me by the ear. If you think you have ever been humiliated, think about me. I had a hard on, I was naked from waist down, I was just slapped and now being given a kaan dola (ear twist) by a maid who was of my age (actually slightly younger), and all of this was taking place in front of my vegetable lady."Salaams Shabina." I greeted her respectfully. "I ... ouch!"I yelped as Rubina gave my ear a sharp pull."Call her apu." Rubina told me, continuing to tug my ear. "Shabina apu would do if there are others around, but she is apu to you."She twisted my ear even more sharply and ordered, "NEVER call Shabina apa by name.""Yes, choto bua. Apu." I acquiesced. 'Apu', or 'Apa' both meant sister in Bengali and was usually the term used to respectfully address a woman close to your age, but older."Salaams, Shabina apu." I repeated my greeting."And salaam to you to, baba." Shabina smirked and returned my greeting, as Rubina stopped punishing my ear."Baba." Rubina wasn't finished. "Show her your bangle."I showed Shabina my right hand. She saw the mark of shame that Rubina had placed on me - her own bangle - signifying that I am not a real man and only fit to be a slave girl to my own maid servants. Rubina told Shabina how I reported to my maids for my weekly punishments and how, now, I was their total slave, ready to obey their slightest wish, and asking for permission for every single act.I was naked, I had to pee, and I had a hard on. And my cheeks stung from her slaps. And to cap it all, Shabina was now smiling at my predicament. Two days ago, she was the deferential lower class vegetable lady who avoided eye contact with me out of respect. And here she was, taking in my humiliation with gusto.Rubina now held my penis with her hand. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and gently rubbed the tip of my manhood with her thumb, and then turned to Shabina."Have you ever seen a smaller penis than this?" She asked, making me squirm in shame. My disgrace was amplified as Shabina burst out laughing."Oh, no." Shabina replied, walking in closer, until both of them pressed against me. "I don't think it's even fit to be called a penis. It's a weenie."Rubina let go of my member. Laughing, Shabina now took my member in her hand, gently kneading my balls, and stroking me softly, while watching my reaction."He won't cum in my hands, will he?" She asked Rubina."Oh, no." Rubina replied confidently. "We got him well trained. And if he does, babaknows what to expect."Shabina continued to stroke me. My cock was now painfully throbbing, aware that it was being excited, but also full of pee."Is that as hard as you get?" Shabina asked me. This was a lady who used to stutter if I ever addressed her, and who never spoke to me unless I spoke to her first. And here she was, stroking me and asking me derogatively if I was completely hard."Yes, Sh... er, yes apu." I answered."Baba, let me tell you something." Shabina wrapped her fingers around my shaft and gently fondled me to and fro. "Do you know what your weenie is good for?"I didn't know the answer, so I remained silent."It's only good for peeing, baba. It can never satisfy a real woman.""I ... I ... yes, apu. You are right of course, apu.""Say it." Rubina commanded, watching in amusement as Shabina moved on to caress my balls. "Say, 'I will never satisfy a real woman with my peepee.' Say it!""Yes, choto bua. I will never satisfy a real woman with my peepee.""You will never be able to fuck your wife properly." Rubina told me. "She will never be satisfied with your weenie.""Yes, choto bua." The words made me cringe with embarrassment. "I will never f... never gratify my wife properly.""You will always be a cuckold, baba."Shabina now let go of my cock, walked around to face me and crossed her arms."Is it true, as Rubina told me, that you were ogling me the other day when I was delivering my wares here? I heard you were staring at my ass when I was bending down to put down the packages?"The question hit me like a thunderbolt out of the blue. l looked at her, in the futile hope that she was bluffing, or fishing for an answer, but one look at her steely eyes and I knew that she knew. Rashida, or more likely Rubina, had told her."Er, yes, apu. I am so sorry, apu."Shabina reached out and held my chin with her hand. And then, very quickly, she moved her hand.SLAP!Shabina had slapped me!"Why, baba? Why were you ogling my ass?"SLAP!"I ... I ..."My mind was in a whirl. For the first time, a lady other than Rashida or Rubina had slapped me.SLAP!"I don't like being ogled by the likes of sissies like you."SLAP!"I am so sorry, apu. Please, please forgive me. It will never happen again."SLAP!"I am so sorry, apu. Please, slap me again."Rubina now took over."Baba, turn around," Rubina commanded me. "Face the wall.""Yes, choto bua."My back to the women, they continued to discuss my case as if I wasn't even there."He has some gall, eyeing me up." Shabina told Rubina. "If only my boyfriend Rupok knew, he would beat baba up. Rupok is a real man, unlike baba here.""Why don't you tell Rupok?" Rubina egged her.Shabina shook her head. "I don't think it's worth it. Besides, it's not like baba's any threat. I just slapped him. I, a lowly woman who sells vegetables door to door, slapped him -- the son of the most powerful businessman in the city. And what does he do? He cries for forgiveness, and yet his dick is erect, hoping to be slapped again!"They laughed, as I listened on in awkward mortification."And did you see the size of the nunu? Boy, he is like a baby compared to my Rupok."Nunu was the Bengali word for penis, and the two ladies continued to discuss the sizes of the cocks of various men from the help and other servants who apparently were all giants compared to me. Shabina giggled and said in addition to her boyfriend, she also had sex with our driver Sultan, and Rubina agreed that Sultan had one humongous dick."Sultan and I did it once, in the garden." Rubina confessed to Shabina. "I swear he was as big as this ..." She raised her hands apart for effect. "I couldn't feel the insides of my vagina for days.""Wow." Shabina exclaimed. "I know Ramu's big too, have you ever had Ramu?" She was talking about the milkman. "He's hung like a horse. I tried taking him all in my mouth once, and he just oozed and oozed gallons of cum."I was then called once again to turn around and stand in front of them."This is why," Rubina told me, as she reached out and grabbed hold of my now flaccid penis again. "You will never fuck us. You will serve us.""Yes, choto bua." I squirmed as she squeezed my balls. "I am your servant. Yourkutti. Your slave. Your toilet."Rubina let go of my genitals and snapped her fingers, and in a trice I was prostrate on the floor, on my knees, my bum in the air, and my lips planting wet kisses on her toes. Then she hauled me up by the ear and turned me around to face Shabina."If I ever catch you ogling me again," My vegetable lady warned me, "You will get a much more severe beating from me. You are a weak girl boy with a bangle on your hand.""Yes, apu."Rubina then pulled my ear and turned me towards her, and slapped me a final few times (while I pathetically asked her for more). She then told me, "OK, we are done here. You now have my permission to go to the washroom to pee and freshen up.""Yes, choto bua. Thank you, choto bua. Take care, apu. Thank you for punishing me, my mistresses."I turned around to head for my washroom."Where do you think you are going?"A sharp pull to my ear stopped me in my tracks. Rubina then gave me a painful ear twist for a few minutes, reprimanding me for heading towards my washroom."You are now a servant of the servants, a maid of the maids. Your place is now the maids' washroom.""Yes, choto bua. I am sorry, choto bua."My status as a maidservant of my housemaids was now solidified. I tamely headed to the maids' washroom. It was morning, I had yet to pee, and I had just run into only one of my maids -- and already I had been spanked, slapped and my ears were red. The day was just beginning.* * *Rashida, our older maid, was brushing her teeth in the maids' washroom. I had to walk all the way across to the servants' quarters (I was of course quite familiar with the way since I had to take it often to go to Rashida's room for my punishments), before going all the way to the end of the hall. The maids' washroom had a peculiar stink to it - and it wasn't as clean or gleaming as the regular bathrooms in our house. The door was open, and I could hear the water run in the sink. I peered in and could see Rashida with a toothbrush in her hand.She was just rinsing her mouth and spitting out into the sink. Oh, how I wish she would spit into my mouth! Little did I know soon this wish would also be true!"What do you want, baba?" She gently asked me. I told her I had to pee and then freshen up, and choto bua had said I was to use this washroom."She's right, of course." Rashida was rinsing her mouth again. "So you just have to pee now, baba? You don't need to do No. 2? You don't need to go potty?""No, bua." There I was, naked from the waist down, with a hard on, and cheeks fresh from being slapped by the younger maid as well as a vegetable lady, and here I was discussing my bathroom needs with my older maid. "I just need to pee.""Come on in, then.""Oh...." I paused. "But, bua, you are still ..." I left my sentence trailing."That's OK." Rashida smiled at me. "You just have to pee, right. Come on in."Seeing me still rooted to the spot, Rashida added a little anger in her next statement."That wasn't a suggestion, baba. That was an order. You are a dog, a bitch. And dogs don't get any privacy.""Of course, bua. I am your kutti."I didn't know it then, but my failure to obey this command of hers immediately was my first mistake of the day, for which I would be punished later that night.I walked over to the commode and sat down. Rashida was now brushing her hair with an old hairbrush. She was fully dressed, of course, and looked very motherly, as always. Her long hair was flowing loose and reached her hips, her sari was worn around her big body, and left her big waist and navel exposed, and the pallu was clipped to the top of her shoulder. Her blouse struggled to contain her humongous melons. Rashida, my maid, my mistress, stopped brushing her hair and looked at me."Pee." She ordered.I began to urinate. Like the trained dog that I was, I complied with her order. It had been some time since I had woken up, and my bladder had been near bursting. The urine hit the inner walls of the commode with a vengeance.I cannot tell you how good it felt to relieve myself in front of Rashida. Gone were any notions of decency or shame I once had. It is an enormous sense of liberation, yes, liberation, that you can pee in front of another person, a woman to whom you have willingly surrendered yourself to. Other than a T-shirt, I was naked, urinating, completely vulnerable; yet I felt a sense of comfort, a security that can only be felt when you submit yourself completely to your beloved. Rashida had me at her mercy and yet I trusted her. I would do anything for her. When she told me to take a piss, I didn't even hesitate. Out came the golden shower, and out went my masculinity. I was her bitch.At that moment, the only thing I could feel was how completely I was under her power, and how I loved it. I loved the fact that she was making all decisions for me, and I didn't have to think. It was, as I said, liberating. I love Rashida, and in my heart I had already given her my taan (body), maan (spirit), and dhaan (wealth).When I was done, I cleaned myself with some water and tissue. Rashida had by this time stepped away from the sink and was drying her hands on a towel. I then realized my own toothbrush was in my washroom."Bua," I told her deferentially. "My toothbrush is in my own washroom. Should I use one of yours?"Note that I didn't ask for permission to use one of theirs. I asked if the idea of me brushing my teeth with their toothbrushes was actually acceptable. You see, I was a mere slave, and these were my goddesses, so maybe I shouldn't even be thinking of using their toothbrushes."Yes, go ahead." Rashida lovingly replied. "You will be using our toothbrushes from now."I looked at the toothbrushes on the sink. They were kind of old, with the bristles now no longer firm. One was red, the other was blue."Bua," I again turned to Rashida. "Which one is yours? May I be permitted to use yours?"I saw Rashida smile. She then leaned into the sink, opened the faucet and cupped her hands. Taking a handful of water, she swished it around inside her mouth. Bending a finger, she beckoned me to come closer and stand in front of her.Then she spit out the water into my face. I stood there, basking in ecstasy as the water, mixed with her saliva, hit my face. She repeated the action thrice, drenching me."Take off your t-shirt." She ordered. I complied. I was now fully naked. Rashida threw the T-shirt into one corner of the washroom, along with other dirty clothes.Then she snapped her fingers.For the second time that morning I was on my knees, prostrate with my bare naked bum in the air. My hands were on the wet slimy floor of the maids' washroom, my face was at my maid's feet, and I was kissing Rashida's toes and ankles. I remained in that abject posture, planting wet and slimy kisses on her feet, until Rashida told me to raise my head, but remain kneeling.She then turned around so that her back was to me. Rashida bent down, gathered up the folds of her sari and slowly started to raise it until her ass was completely exposed. She wasn't wearing any panties.

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Re: My Indian maid catches me masturbating, and spanks me
« Reply #10 on: October 26, 2014, 07:34:24 AM »
"Lick my asshole." She ordered."Yes, bua."Immediately I placed one hand on each of her ass cheeks and then slowly, gently pressed them apart, and buried my face into the crack of her ass. The aroma of her behind filled my nostrils as my tongue flicked out, licking around her rectum. Rashida let me literally suck ass for a few minutes before she told me to get up and wash myself."My brush is the blue one," She told me.Rashida stood next to me and patted my bare bum as I brushed and washed my face. Occasionally she would pinch my behind as I gargled."Baba, you will not shave from today." She instructed."Yes, bua.""I want to feel like I am spanking a real man." She said. "And, baba, whenever I see your small dick I am reminded of the girl you are.""Yes, bua."Rashida took my penis in my hand and gently stroked it. I started to become hard."Baba, I will have to tell you one thing about your nunu.""Yes, bua?"Rashida gently rubbed my manhood."You will never be able to keep your wife happy with this ... this thing. Your wife will have an affair, and you must be able to tolerate it.""I... I ... yes, bua.""Baba, you will sit at home, waiting in the night for your wife to come home from her lover's arms. She will recount to you, her husband, in juicy detail of how her cunt was stretched by this man's huge cock.""Yes, bua.""And all you will be able to do is jerk off to the thought of your wife being banged by a man with a larger dick than yours.""Yes, bua. I am sorry, bua."Rashida then let my dick go and cupped my right butt cheek with her hand."Now, this, baba, your ass -- this is your good part. Oh, how I love your ass! How I love to spank your ass, baba!""Yes, bua. I also love being spanked by you.""Spoken like a true slave." Rashida laughed. "Or, my kutti, like a true cuckold in training."* * *After washing up, I had gone to my room and picked out another T-shirt (with Rashida's permission, of course), and had come down to the kitchen. Breakfast was good -- I had parathas (friend pancakes) with omelets made by Rubina. However, I didn't eat it while seating at a table. While the maids ate seated at the dining table in the kitchen, I ate seated on the floor. The cold marble floor against the bare skin of my bum made it uncomfortable at first, but I got used to it after sometime. The bowl I was eating from was purchased by Rashida some days ago. It was originally a bowl for a house cat, and it actually said on the side of the bowl "PUSSY". Rubina would occasionally call me "pussy", "here, pussy" as I ate, and I would have to crawl over on all fours to her, and she would feed me a scrap or two of her breakfast, and then I would return to my place.After breakfast, I helped the maids wash and clean up. Rubina then told me she actually had to leave; she was visiting her uncle across town, and would be gone for a few hours."Of course," Rubina told me as she held me by the ears and twisted them painfully, "Had I known we were going to make you our boytoy today, I would have visited my uncle at another time.""Yes, choto bua."Rubina then let my ears go, and wrapped her hands around my testicles. I stiffened as she tightened her grip."How are your balls, baba?""I ... I ..." I didn't know what to say."I was just seeing if they are real." Rubina laughed as she rubbed them. "When Shabina was slapping you, I could swear they were missing."I just stood silently as she rubbed the base of my scrotum."Did you think you deserved those slaps, baba?""I ... I ... I don't know, choto bua.""Yet, baba, you never protested as a mere vegetable lady slapped your cheeks.""I ... I guess I deserved those slaps, choto bua.""Then, baba." Rubina flicked a finger, and sent a sharp jolt of pain through my nuts, "you probably did."* * *After Rubina left, Rashida called me to the main quarters of the house, into the formal dining room. I noticed that all the window shades were open. This was the room closest to the street, and if someone ventured into our garden from the street, they could see inside. I didn't know what Rashida was planning, and I now felt very vulnerable and embarrassed. But I must have also felt sort of excited, because I noticed that I had an erection."You will need to get the broom and mop." Rashida told me. "I need this room cleaned.""Bua," I told her. "The curtains are completely open. Someone will see me.""I see." Rashida seemed to consider my point.SLAP!She had slapped me across my face."How many times, baba, do-"SLAP!"-I have to tell-"SLAP!"-you that I am to be-"SLAP!"-obeyed AT ONCE! My orders-"SLAP!"-are NOT to be questioned.-"SLAP!"Yes, bua. I am sorry, bua. Please forgive me, bua."SLAP!"I am so sorry, bua. Please, please forgive me.""OK," Rashida halted my punishment and told me, "Besides, someone actually has to be trespassing into the house, going by the guard, and entering the garden to see you. Now get to work!"I spent the next little while dusting, vacuuming, and mopping the floor. Next, Rashida had me clean and wipe the fine china and all the dishes, and then I got to polish some of the furniture with wood polish. After some time I went to the kitchen to see Rashida."Yes?" Rashida was busy making some really fine smelling exotic food, and my stomach inwardly groaned in hunger."Bua." I shifted my balance from one foot to another. "I ... I ... I need to use the washroom.""I see.""I need to go potty, bua. May I? Please?""Alright. But don't waste too much time, baba, ok?""Yes, of course, bua, thank you bua."After that short bathroom break, I was back to cleaning the other rooms adjacent to the dining room. Three and half hours had now gone, and I was getting hungry -- it was past lunch time. And there was delicious aroma of biryani and other fine foods coming from the kitchen. Rashida then called me into the kitchen."Baba," She ordered. "Go and clean yourself. You can even pee if you want. However, do NOT masturbate. Is that clear?""Yes, bua. Of course, bua."And then she told me something that chilled my heart."I am going to have three friends over for lunch." Rashida announced in an as-a-matter-of-fact voice. "Since they are my friends, you will treat them like you treat me. You will serve us, obey us, and submit to us.""B-b-bua!" I blurted out. "Like this? I am not wearing any pants, or ...""I see you still are getting used to the slave thing." Rashida told me coldly. "There is much training to be done."Rashida sat down on one of the kitchen chairs."Baba, come over here and bend over my lap.""Yes, bua." I complied dejectedly.I didn't want to antagonize her any further, so I draped myself over her lap. I could feel her large hands cupping my bare bottom."Since we don't have much time before my guests arrive, I am going to give you only five swats from this wooden spoon. I will punish you for this later tonight." Rashida told me. "For now, you will count, ask me for forgiveness and thank me for each one.""Yes, bua."SWAT!This really stung my bare exposed bottom."One! Thank you, bua. I am so sorry I questioned your orders. Please spank me again.""I hope I don't have to spank you in front of my friends, baba."SWAT!"Two! Thank you, bua. I am so sorry. I will be on my best behavior in front of your guests. Please spank me again."SWAT!"Three! Thank you, bua. I beg you to forgive me. Please spank me again.""I expect you, baba, to do your job as a slave, obey immediately, without being lazy.""Yes, bua."SWAT!"Four! Thank you, bua. I am very sorry. Please spank me again."SWAT!"Five! Thank you, bua. I am very sorry.""Good! Now, baba, stay in this position until I tell you to stand up."I felt Rashida run her hands over my bum. It was as if hundreds of bees had stung me there."OK. You can stand up now. Go and wash yourself, but don't take longer than five minutes.""Yes, bua."After I had freshened up (using the maids' washroom for the third time that morning), I came back down to the kitchen and helped Rashida with some vegetables. Soon, the doorbell rang."Get it." Rashida ordered.This was it. With a sense of dread overpowering me, my throat dry, I walked to the door, trying to delay the inevitable for as long as I could. Till then, I had been spanked in the privacy of my own home with only the maids in the know. This morning, Shabina had found out. I wondered who else would know by the time the week was done.I opened the door.It was Farida, the maid of the house next door.She raised her eyes and gave a slow whistle when she saw me with only a t-shirt, my cock hanging limp as I opened the door."So Rubina wasn't lying." She commented, mostly to herself as she entered. "This should be interesting."The next guest was Zarine, the daughter of the paanwala who had a stall down the street. I knew she worked as a part time maid on one of the houses down the street. I groaned when I saw it was her -- sometimes, when I had gone to her father's stall to buy something, it had been her there, and I had flirted with the pretty girl. Zarine used to call me "bhaiyya", which meant brother in Bengali. It's usually what you call someone older than you out of respect. And now, here she was, ogling me in my nudity.Zarine giggled when I opened the door, before coming in and staring at my penis unabashedly. I tried to position my hands but she reached out, caught hold of them and removed them."No, bhaiyya." Zarine snickered as she admonished me. "Rubina apa said you were to do exactly as we ordered you to."I stood there helplessly as she tightly held my hands away and gawked at my merchandise, before reluctantly letting go, following me through the house and taking her place at the dining table.The final guest was our vegetable lady Shabina, who just gave me an acknowledging nod before walking in as if she owned the place.So let me describe all the women who were now in the house. They were all dressed in the sari that is common amongst the working labour class in India. Rashida was of course the maid of my house, my mistress, my beloved, my goddess. She was a big woman in every way, and middle aged. Shabina was the closest to her in age, but still younger than her. Whereas Rashida had a darker complexion, Shabina was slightly farer. Farida was the oldest in the group, with white hair, boobs that had started to sag. She once had been an attractive lady, but years of manual labour had taken its toll. Zarine was the youngest in the group. She was a young girl really, my age, and of course had the youthful looks and figure."Bua," I asked Rashida, running into the kitchen once Shabina was seated, "What's going on? What do I have to do?""You will help me set the table first." Rashida instructed. "Also, take off your t-shirt. From now on, until I say so, you are going to be completely naked. And you will serve us completely naked. Is that understood, baba?""Yes." I replied, and took off my t-shirt. I neatly folded it and placed it on one of the tables in the kitchen. I was now completely naked. Rashida then surprised me by grabbing the wooden spoon she had spanked me with earlier, and then dragging a stool around the kitchen.She placed the stool in front of me and said, "It looks like you have decided to be a slow learner today, baba. Jao, amar shamne jhuko, kutti."She just called me a bitch, and told me to bend over. I bent over the stool with my ass completely exposed and unprotected. What did I do wrong?"You forgot to answer me with 'Yes, bua'. You just said 'yes'."SPANK!"One! Thank you, bua. Please forgive me, I really forgot. Please spank me again."SPANK!"Two! Thank you, bua. Please spank me again.""I was hoping to delay your spanking until later, baba, but I don't want you to be disrespectful to my guests."SPANK!"Three! Thank you, bua. Please spank me again.""You will address them all as apu and never take their name. Let's try this again. Do you understand, baba?""Yes, bua." I replied. I had said the respectful word 'bua'.Then I stood up. Immediately, I felt Rashida's hand between my shoulder blades as she forced me to bend over the stool, a second time."I didn't tell you, baba, that you could stand up!"SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!"You need to learn to follow my directions."SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!"Now weren't you supposed to count and thank me for the spankings?"SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!"Oh, I am so sorry, bua. Please forgive me, bua. And thank you for spanking me, oh my mistress. My goddess!"SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!"Please forgive me bua, I had lost count."SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!"Now that's better, baba. I'm going to give you one more so you will remember this for the future."SPANK!"Ok, baba, let's serve lunch."I felt very embarrassed serving the women lunch, my ass still smarting from the fresh spanking, while bringing out items from the kitchen as needed and waiting in the corner like a dog until the next command was issued. They were talking about me, of course, and my now total nakedness. I wondered if they had heard me getting disciplined in the kitchen.Rashida told them how I had been a long slave to her, and how I will obey anything she commanded. Both Farida and Zarine served in a house where there was a young man in the house, and Rashida encouraged them to get their employer's son under their control, just like she had me under hers."But how do I know my sahib is as sissy as this one?" Farida asked. I winced in shame."Go through their porn." Rashida replied with authority. "Every young man watches porn. Try to see what they are into. If you see women with whips or canes, there's your guy. That's how I found out about baba."So now I knew why Rashida had been so confident about spanking me the first time she caught me masturbating. She knew I would not resist.It was now time to serve the guests some drinks.As I bent over the table to serve the water, Farida commented, "Look, his pasa is a little red. Did you just spank him, Rashida?""Why, yes I did." Rashida answered. "Baba, stay bent over so that Farida apa can examine you.""Yes, bua."I felt Farida's rough hands all over my ass and a thousand volts shot through my body as she squeezed my red butt cheeks."Rashida apa," Zarine now leaned forward as Farida continued to torture me. "Can I see his ... his ... thingie again?"The three elderly women laughed as Zarine blushed."You have never seen a man in the nude, have you?" Shabina snickered."No." Zarine shook her head."Baba," Rashida commanded. "Stand up and face Zarine so that she can examine you.""Yes, bua."Now I was standing, facing Zarine, as she eagerly examined my penis and balls. I felt so embarrassed being intimately inspected by another maid, and that too someone way younger to me. As she stroked my balls Zarine remarked, "He already has a nice erection. He must be fun to play with.""He does have his benefits." Rashida felt proud, I guess, showing me off as a trophy to the other ladies. "Zarine, you are welcome to join Rubina and 'play' with him.""Thank you Rashida apa." Zarine continued to stroke me and then looked up at me. "Is this as hard as you can get, bhaiyya?"Here was a girl, younger than me, calling me "bhaiyya" (brother), while stroking my penis."I ... I can get a little harder." I managed to croak, my face blushing a deep red.Zarine continued to rub me, running her finger nails along the edge of my scrotum, before asking me again, "How about now, bhaiyya? Are you completely hard?""Er, yes." What was I supposed to call Zarine? I couldn't call her by name."Apu." I added, just to be on the safe side. I could see from the corner of my eyes Rashida give me an approving nod.Holding my penis, Zarine turned to the older maids."Is this as big as a man can get?""Oh, no, not at all dear." They all burst out laughing. Shabina explained, "This is a poor specimen of a man. Baba here has a very small penis. It's like that of a child."I wished the earth could have swallowed me up -- I was dying of shame."So other men can be bigger than this?" Zarine still held my dick in her hand as she seemed to measure it. "It does appear very small.""Oh, yes." It was now Farida's turn. "Let me see that."As Zarine let go, I turned and now stood in front of Farida, who pinched my penis between her forefinger and thumb, and lifted it. With the other hand she cupped my balls and rolled around my testicles for a minute, before completely letting go."Yes," Farida announced her verdict, "Baba is definitely on the smaller end of the scale. That's what we call a CC.""Sissy?" Zarine twitched her nose in puzzlement. "You mean a wimp?""No." Farida explained. "CC, not sissy. CC is for Cuckold's cock."Farida then turned to me. "Do you know what a cuckold is, baba?"I shook my head. "No, apu, I don't.""You are a cuckold, darling." Now it was Rashida's turn to speak, and she was addressing me. "Or you will be, baba. With that cock, you will be a cuckold.""Yes, bua."All the ladies burst out laughing again. Farida released me and told me to continue my work. I continued serving the women water and juice. I guess by now my novelty had worn off, and the women had become used to a naked man at their table, so I was examined and touched and stroked in turn by all of them. The maids all went and washed up, and I went to the kitchen to make tea. When it was done, I was ordered to bring it out and serve them. I was careful -- I was carrying boiling water and I was naked -- so I didn't want to drop anything. However, Shabina had other plans.As I bent to pour her milk for her tea, she grabbed me by the balls. Immediately I jerked up, and spilt a little bit of milk on her sari."Look what he did." Shabina said in mock disgust. "I have milk on my clothes now.""I'm so sorry!" I was mortified. "Please, apu, forgive me.""Baba!" Rashida called out, standing up. "Come here."Petrified, I walked up to face Rashida. She raised a hand and gently pulled my left ear."Baba." Her voice was kind, but had firmness to it. "I told you not to embarrass me in front of my guests.""But, bua." I protested. "I only spilt the milk because Shab... because apu grabbed ... I ...""Tsk. Tsk." Rashida led me by the ear to the dining table. She moved a chair from out of the way so that I was now standing against the edge of the table. The other females all stood behind us, watching with avid interest. Rashida rubbed my bottom and then ordered me to lean over the table.

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Re: My Indian maid catches me masturbating, and spanks me
« Reply #11 on: October 26, 2014, 07:35:14 AM »
"Good. Now, baba, spread your legs apart."I spread them but I guess it wasn't enough."A little bit more," Rashida laughed. "C'mon, baba, this is not the first time you are getting spanked like this, is it?"I spread my legs as far apart as I could. I felt so vulnerable, because now my penis and balls were hanging out in the open, totally exposed for the other maids to see. With my legs spread wide apart, she was able to spank me on my inner thighs and all over my poor bare ass.I remained in that position while Rashida stepped out of the room. I could hear the other maids talk in muffled voices, no doubt about me. They were enjoying the show, especially Zarine. Zarine reminded me of Rubina, but I felt uneasy in the presence of these new ladies. I could hardly believe myself, but I was actually wishing Rubina was here to comfort me.Rashida returned to the room, swinging a cane in her hands."Baba," Rashida voiced the punishment loudly for the benefit of her guests. "I was going to spank you with the cane, but since it's Shabina whom you upset, I figure it's only fair that she gets to cane you. What do you think?"As if I had any say!"Um, bua. Whatever you decide is right.""That's a good boy." Rashida patted my bare bum. "A slave boy who has completely submitted to his mistress and will obey her, and be content with whatever she says.""Yes, bua."Rashida now turned to Shabina and handed her the cane."Make sure to spank him here," She touched my ass and pointed out the spankable area to Shabina. I felt like a piece of meat on display. "And I think you can cane him 5 strokes."Now it was Shabina who spoke to me."Listen, baba. I am going to give you 5 strokes. You will count out each stroke. Do you understand?""Yes, apu," I replied. I heard a swishing sound as Shabina tested the cane in the air. I hope she got it right -- Rashida knew exactly where to hit. I feared Shabina would hit me on the legs or thighs and cause me a lot of pain.I felt the tip of the cane tapping my poor naked bum. Zarine and Farida angled in for a better view, and I could feel their heavy breathing on me, as they waited for the cane to come down.SWOOSH!It felt like a hundred pins pricked me in a straight line on my ass. I wasn't expecting Shabina to swing so hard, so without thinking my hands went behind and rubbed my throbbing ass."Baba!" Rashida exclaimed. "Not only did you forgot to count, you moved without permission! That stroke will not count. Shabina, please hit him again."SWOOSH!This time I remained in my place and remembered to count as well, "One! Thank you, apu. I am sorry for ruining your dress. Please spank me again."I felt her tap my ass with the cane, and heard the whistle of the cane.SWOOSH!"Two. Thank you, apu.""Wow, his pasa is getting even redder." Farida actually reached out and touched me on my butt. Immediately I cringed in acute pain. Oblivious to my howls, Farida groped me to her heart's content, before reluctantly withdrawing to enable Shabina to continue my humiliation.SWOOSH!"Three. Thank you, apu. Please forgive me. Please spank me again."SWOOSH!"Four. Thank you, apu. "I was grateful that there would be only one more stroke of the cane."Stay bent over the desk after the last stroke." Rashida instructed me."Yes, bua."SWOOSH!"Five! Thank you, apu."Shabina stepped back and handed the cane back to Rashida. As I lay whimpering on the table, tears streaming down my face, Rashida nonchalantly placed the cane on the table beside me. She then reached out and ran her hands up and down my exposed penis and balls. Although I had just received a spanking, which included five (really six) sharp strokes of the cane, Rashida's stroking of my manhood made everything felt so good.Rashida then grabbed my right ear and hauled me to standing position. After twisting my ear for a bit, she asked Farida, "Apa, can you grab his other ear?""Of course." Farida was only too happy to help, and grabbed me by my left ear. So now I had a lady on either side pulling one ear each."Come, baba."Hauling me by the ears, they dragged me to a corner of the room where there was a sofa. I knew I could never look Farida in the eye again. As I mentioned, she was the maid of the house next door, which belonged to another rich businessman in Kolkata. I played squash with his son Modi, and would often go there to meet him. Farida would always address me with respect, keep her eyes down and rush to obey anytime I would ask for water or snacks. And here she was, dragging me by the ear, across my own dining room, just after having seen me caned.Rashida let go of my ears and sat down on the sofa. She parted her legs and started to fold up the pleats of her sari so that her legs became visible. Meanwhile, I remained standing, waiting patiently while Farida continued to hold me by the ear."Zarine." Rashida called out to the youngest maid. "Would you like to sit beside me?""Oh, yes, apa." In a flash she was seated to the left of Rashida.Rashida then bent down and took the slipper off her right leg. Holding the sandal in her hand, she gestured to Farida. So I was going to be beaten with her slipper.Twisting my ear sharply, Farida led me to stand just before Rashida, who snapped her fingers."Come on, baba, over you go."Rashida grabbed my arms and forced me over her lap. She then took one of her legs and crossed it over my knees so that I was completely immobilized. My penis was now dangling between Rashida's thighs, and I felt like a helpless little boy about to receive an over the knee spanking from my mommy. My face was now lying over one thigh of Zarine. She now had the best view of the contortions my face would make after Rashida commenced her onslaught."Zarine." Rashida told the girl. "Slap baba for me."SLAP!Humiliation washed over me as a girl barely my age, and someone I hardly knew, the daughter of a paanwala, smacked me across my face."One! Thank you, Zari- apu, for slapping me. Please slap me again."SLAP!"Two! Thank you, apu, for slapping me. Please slap me again.""That's enough," Rashida replied firmly, "Now baba, I am going to spank you for trying to give an excuse for spilling milk on Shabina's dress."I felt Rashida's sandal on my upturned buttocks.THWAK!The blow was as quick as it was hard. I remembered to count and thank Rashida.Then she began to spank me in earnest. After ten hits, I tried to move about, but Rashida held me tightly in place. She was an experienced spanker with me, after all."Look, Farida apa," Zarine said, "his pasa is turning even redder."Thankfully, this time Farida didn't want to examine my behind. After a short breather, Rashida resumed my punishment. Slowly, as I felt my ass warm up, I also felt my penis turn rock hard between her legs.When Rashida announced that the punishment was complete, she made me stand up and place my hands behind my neck. In this way, I was completely exposed and vulnerable to all the ladies for their examination."I cannot believe this." Farida shook her head. "Wow! Just how red his buttocks are!""And look at his erection!" Zarine giggled as she played with my rock hard member. "I think bhaiyya enjoys being spanked."Thankfully for me, the ladies had to return to their respective houses, and I suffered no further punishments. The maids were all instructed to keep the affair a secret and they all promised to do so. After I shut the main door, Rashida turned to me."Baba, did you eat?""No, bua.""Ok, go eat some lunch. I will be in the living room watching some TV. After you finish up your lunch, baba, tidy up the kitchen, put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and make sure the kitchen is spic and span. Then come to the living room.""Yes, bua.""And baba, make sure you sit on the floor and eat. You are the slave of a maid, don't forget that. I don't want the table dirtied.""Yes, bua. Of course, bua."* * *I found Rashida on the living room couch, watching an English movie. I also noticed that there a little green garment on the cushion right next to her on the sofa. Rashida beckoned at me to come closer, and muted the volume on the television."Come, baba, stand in front of me and face me.""Yes, bua." I obeyed. There was something about the way Rashida commanded me -- her voice wasn't stern or rebuking, perhaps even somewhat loving, but I immediately would rush to submit.I now stood in front of my older maid servant, naked, anxious, and compliant. I had just eaten, and was feeling a little full. I was also feeling a little cold -- I was hoping that remaining nude all day wouldn't make me catch a cold."Baba," Rashida looked at my naked penis, and then up at me. "You are a well-respected young man from your Urdu speaking community, yet here you are, standing basharam in front of your lowly Bengali maid without a stitch of clothing on your body, while I am fully attired. What do you have to say for yourself?""I am your slave, bua." I answered her truthfully. "I put on clothes when you tell me to, I remain naked when it pleases you.""You remain naked because it excites you, baba, to be my bitch." Rashida replied coldly. "You have a penis, but you are really a slave girl in heart.""Yes, bua.""I am sure if this was any other boy in the country, they would have gotten me fired and in jail. Yet, baba, here you are, without any lojja (shame), standing in front of me with your bhagwan khara (cock erect), hoping to get a spanking from me.""I... um ... yes, bua. I am a dishonor for my community.""Baba, I am going to examine your penis now. It's been a while since I examined my slave's genitals. Do you have any objections?""Of course not, bua." I immediately gushed out. "How could I object to you ... when ..."Rashida laughed. "Baba, we often make fun of your small penis, does it hurt when we say you have a small dick?""Yes, bua, my mistress, but it's the truth.""Baba, come here. Let me actually want to see just how small it really is."I gulped. I knew I had a small penis -- Rashida and Rubina had repeatedly told me so, and they must know. I of course had never seen a man's penis in real life, only in porn -- and boy they were huge. My own penis gave me a lot of insecurity -- when soft, it was really small, and my balls were the same. Rubina had once called them 'peas'. And of course, when either of the maids punished me, the nervousness of the punishment seemed to make me even smaller.Rashida told me to come closer -- I was now standing right by her face and my penis was now mere inches away from her lips. I stood there, full exposed and vulnerable. A snicker came across Rashida's lips as she saw my little cock slowly begin to harden."A tiny nunu." She commented, as she began to squeeze my manhood with her hands. "This shouldn't take too long."Rashida lifted my pecker and checked underneath, and in between the dick and the scrotum. The warmth of her hand as she touched my petite member caused it harden a bit in between her index finger and thumb. I heard her laugh under her breath as I began to turn bright red.Rashida then told me to step a little back while she took out her cell phone."Let me take a picture, baba." She chuckled. "I promised to send one to Zarine."I inwardly groaned. I was going to be source of laughter for the neighbourhood maids. Rashida snapped a picture with my entire body in frame, my teensy weensy erection included, but my head cut off from the picture."Your penis," Rashida told me, "is so tiny that it really fits in one finger of mine. You are pretty much the first adult I have seen to have such a small penis.""I .. I ... yes, bua. I have a small penis.""Baba!" Rashida patted her knee. "Come, sit on my lap.""Yes, bua."I went and positioned my bum on her thighs, and sat down on her ample lap. I squirmed a little as the fabric of her sari rubbed against the bare skin of my recently spanked butt. Rashida gently wrapped her left arm around my lower back, and her right hand wrapped itself around my genitals, and on my semi hard phallus."Baba," Rashida slowly started to rub her thumb and forefinger across my shaft. "How's the day going so far?"I carefully answered, "Bua, I am still learning of the ways I need to completely please you."Rashida smiled. "Good answer. Now baba, how do you think today's lunch went?""I could have behaved better bua." I admitted. "I am sorry you had to spank me.""Yes, that was unfortunate." Rashida absent mindedly massaged my balls. "I was hoping I didn't have to. Besides, I fully didn't punish you for some of those offenses,baba. I might punish you later tonight.""Yes, bua."Rashida continued stroking my cock, which was quite hard. The whole day's situation, where I was just a naked plaything for my maids, was highly erotic, and I had been stroked and fondled often today."Notice, baba, I said I might punish you." Rashida gently rubbed the skin of my penis and balls. "If you are good for the rest of the evening, I may forgive you.""Yes, bua."I was hoping Rashida's caressing right now did not put me over the edge. I did not cum over her, and I desperately tried to think of other things. However, I needn't have worried. Rashida knew exactly what my point of no return was, and she stopped. I was soon breathing much easier.Rashida then gave me some work. "Here's what I want you to do for the next few hours, baba.""First, I am sure you saw this morning how unclean our toilet, the maids' toilet, is. I want you to clean it.""Um ... yes, of course, bua.""Good. So you will find everything you need in the cleaning supplies cupboard. I want the mirror shiny, the sink spotless, and the tub scrubbed clean.""Yes, bua.""Baba, if I find a single spot missed ..."Rashida left the sentence hanging. I swallowed nervously."Yes, bua. Don't worry, I will clean it thoroughly.""Make sure you do." Rashida repeated. "I want to take a dump in it this evening, and I want the toilet to be pristine clean.""Yes, bua.""Next, after that, I want you to take a shower, and then put on a T-shirt. Then you will help Rubina, who will have returned by then, prepare dinner.""Yes, bua.""After dinner, you will have an hour or so to yourself. At 10.30 sharp, you will report to my room.""Yes, bua."Rashida then turned and picked up the green garment she had beside her. I saw that it was a woman's undergarment. Rashida held a green panty in her hand."Baba, I want you to wear this."Rashida told me to get up, and then patted me on my bum. After each hit, my butt jiggled."Yes, I think these panties will fit you, baba."I blushed a bright red. Taking the panties from Rashida, I stood for a moment, feeling the material in my hand. It's just like a guy's underwear, I thought. Except of course, the material was smooth to touch. It must have been one of the more expensive panties. They were shapely, and rather thin. It wasn't a proper thong, but not really big that it would cover my entire butt. There was also a faint musky aroma. Unable to help myself, I put the panties close to my nose and took a sniff.Rashida burst out laughing."I forgot baba that you used to sniff our panties." She told me in mock anger. "I have punished you for that before, and really I should punish you again. However, I am letting it go this time.""Thank you, bua. That is really kind of you.""Now put it on, baba."I quickly slipped them on. Rashida was right, they fit me rather smugly. I stood there as Rashida examined me again, the soft fabric of the panty making my cock semi-hard, and I was feeling almost as ashamed and embarrassed as I had been all day. Rashida placed a finger inside the top of the panty, and moved it all around my body. She then reached through the panty and cupped my balls. My penis had hardened quite a bit and the tip of it was now peeking out from the hemline of the panty."I think you look cute." Rashida giggled. "This is actually Farida's panty. I thought mine would be rather big for you, and Rubina's would be rather tight. I think I will buy you some fresh panties tomorrow, will you like that, my kutti?""Er ... yes, bua, I suppose I would." I answered in a meek tone."Or, maybe," Rashida's voice had a very naughty tone. "We will just send you to Farida to ask for her old panties, eh baba?""I would like that too, bua.""I bet you would, you daashi (slave girl)." Rashida guffawed. She then made me turn around and examined my rear, before giving me a playful smack on my trunk."I am pleased with the way your training is going, my kutti, except one or two instances." Rashida told me. "Every cuckold should know how to serve the women in his life properly as a slave.""Yes, bua."* * *I was on my knees, stark naked (I had taken off the panty), scrubbing the floor of the maid's toilet when the door suddenly opened. It was Rubina."You are not done yet?" She made a face. "Khanki kothakar, you were supposed to have finished the washroom half an hour ago.""I ... I am sorry, Ru- choto bua. I .." I stammered in fright. I had wanted to do a good and thorough job, and had completely forgotten to watch the time."You are pathetic." Rubina walked in and stood behind me. Bending over slightly, she smacked my bum sharply.SMACK!"I am stuck in 2 hours of traffic, my bladder is bursting, and here you are blocking the washroom."SMACK!"Alright, stand up you piece of shit.""Yes, choto bua."Laboriously I dropped the sponge and gloves into the tub and stood up. My body was dirty and sweaty, and my hair was matted to my forehead with the humidity."How old are you, baba?" Rubina asked me."Er, um, twenty, choto bua."Rubina raised both arms and now held me by my ears."And how old am I, baba?" She started to twist my ears as I squirmed in pain."Er, ... um ... nineteen, choto bua.""And here I am, your maid servant, younger than you, giving you, my so-called-master, a proper kaan dola. While you are cleaning your maids' washroom. A task the maid should do, but you are doing. You have no self-respect, baba.""Yes, choto bua."Rubina let go of my burning ears, and tenderly cupped my balls."Yes, the balls are still here." She sneered. "Not too big though.""Yes, choto bua. I have small balls.""How much longer do you think you will need to clean the washroom, baba?" Rubina asked me, gently kneading my balls between her thumb and forefinger, as one would roll a ball of dough. "I need to pee."Rubina then wrapped her hands around my flaccid member and started to softly stroke it. Despite all that was going on, unbelievably I started to respond to her touch and get hard.

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Re: My Indian maid catches me masturbating, and spanks me
« Reply #12 on: October 26, 2014, 07:35:54 AM »
"I ... Perhaps another twenty minutes, choto bua.""Hmm." Rubina acknowledged, while continuing to fondle my genitals, and no doubt aware of my semi-hard erection. "How infuriating! I really had a full bladder, baba. Yet I don't want to use the other washrooms in the house.""I ... I don't know what to do, choto bua. You can pee here right now. I can step out to give you privacy.""Baba! ARE YOU NOW TELLING ME WHEN TO PEE?!!""No! No! Of course not, choto bua! I was merely giving a suggestion.""I see." Rubina now let go of my balls, and remained standing in front of me while she pondered her next step. "No, baba, I WILL PEE, and you don't need to step out."To my surprise, Rubina then started to disrobe herself. She took off the pallu of her sari and then started to unwrap it. Once it was completely off, she hung it on a hanger from the door. Then she untied the knot of her petticoat and let it drop on the floor, and she quickly kicked it so that it went to the pile of dirty clothes in the corner. Down came her panties as well. I could see that her pubic area was completely shaved, and she obviously kept herself very clean.Rubina then reached around behind her back and unclasped her blouse. As a final act, her bra came off, freeing the lovely melons that sprang up. There were we, both of us stark naked, yet she was the one in control and I was the one who was her slave."What do you think, baba?" Rubina cupped her right breast in her hand and jiggled it. "Do you like my breasts?""I ... er... choto bua, you have beautiful breasts."Rubina now cupper and wiggled her left breast. "And, this?""Choto bua, as I said you have lovely breasts. Both of them."Rubina pinched her nipples seductively. "Do you wish to lick them, slave?"Was I in a dream? Was Rubina actually going to let me do that?"Yes, choto bua, if you permit me to. I am your slave.""Perhaps later, daashi. If you are good. For now, I am going to slap you for blocking the washroom."Rubina then walked over to me and grabbed my now hard manhood with her left hand. Then she told me to show her my left cheek.SLAP!"Other cheek."SLAP!"Turn you face again."SLAP!"Other cheek!"SLAP!And so it continued, as she slapped my face again and again. After each slap, I pathetically thanked her, counted, and asked her to slap me again. Meanwhile, her non-slapping hand continued to hold me by my rock hard penis."Alright, baba." Rubina let go of me and my penis. "Now kneel on the floor. No, not there, you fucking asshole! Right there, by the commode. Kneel!"I got down on the floor and knelt down beside the commode. I was hard to kneel and you're your eyes cast down when you have a hard-on. Rubina came and sat down at the edge of the commode, facing me."OK, baba. Now open your mouth, and drink as much as possible!"Rubina parted her legs and grabbed my hair. She then pulled me by the hair, burying my face into her clit and began to urinate.Her spray hit me with a vengeance, splashing me in the eyes, my nose, my mouth and my tongue. Her warm and golden urine trickled down my face and fell on my chest, splattering around on the floor that I had just cleaned. Rubina kept on peeing for a long time. I remembered her orders to open my mouth and drank the urine as much as I could. I tried to obey but most of it fell on my face. Women don't really pee like dudes (like, duh). Where we guys just point and let loose, and our urine is a stream, Rubina was pretty much squirting it all over me. Urine hit my eyes, my mouth, my nose, my cheeks all at the same time. I tried to drink the one that fell on my mouth, but I also couldn't move much -- Rubina had a sharp pull on my hair. So I just gulped whatever I could. Her urine had a warm, salty taste to it.After Rubina was done, she ordered me to clean her. Rubina parted her legs as I rubbed a wet tissue between her pubic area. My hands became warm as her urine spread there, and I used the water to clean her first and then myself. I used another piece of tissue, reached between her legs and rubbed her wet pussy thoroughly, cleansing her. Upon finishing up, I noticed she was still sitting on the toilet, a grin lighting up her lips."Get back on your knees baba. It's time I used you like a slave should be used -- to give satisfaction to his mistress." Rubina announced. I knelt down again so that my lips were now just above the toilet bowl, heading right between her legs."Get that mouth of yours in here now." Rubina demanded.I began by lapping at Rubina's pussy. Her youthful skin is smooth and velvet soft. She was already quite wet, and her clitoris had a potent musky aroma. She's ovulating, I realized, and horny. With my fingers I gently parted her swollen lips and exposed the soft inner tissue. My tongue flicked slowly from bottom to top, again and again as I drank in my younger mistress's juice. Slowly I slid my tongue into her cunt. Yes -- I could now hear her moans of pleasure. I was by now an expert in satisfying the maids orally. Rubina gasped as my tongue caressed her labia. Very gently, I started to suck at her vulva. Rubina cried out as I hit the spot. My tongue was now all over her, rubbing, licking, making her pussy slick and dripping like a faucet.I decided to get a little bold. I wrapped my hands around Rubina's lower back, so as to hug her. She didn't seem to care; she was moaning loudly. I placed a finger into my mouth to wet it before sliding it deep into Rubina's ass. I finger fucked her asshole while continuing to suck and tongue her pussy. Her juices were now all over my face as I struggled to lick each precious drop.Rubina started to cum. Her hips started to buckle and she grasped me by my hair, pulling it roughly."Oh, yes. Oh yes. OH YES!"I continued to finger fuck Rubina's ass and suck her pussy until she exploded, shrieking out her pleasure."OH, YES! OH YES! OH YES!"It took five minutes before Rubina could compose herself. Her breathing slowly returned to normal. I continued to lick her clean throughout this time. I loved the taste of her sweet creamy cum. Rubina then stood up. Without saying another word to me, she walked out of the toilet.I made sure I finished cleaning the washroom and my shower very quickly after that, in case the washroom was needed again.* * *Dinner was simple yet tasty. I had pasta, meatballs and some veggies (after the maids finished eating of course). I served them, wearing only a T-shirt (with Rashida's permission of course, she didn't want me to catch a cold too) and Farida's green panty, and after they had done, I had their left overs. When I was done, Rashida gave me about 50 minutes of free time."Baba, you have 50 minutes. Do NOT masturbate, do NOT watch porn or anything like that. Just relax, and report to my room sharply at 10.30 pm.""Yes, bua."I was told to bend down and kiss her feet for giving me some free time, which I did. After that, I went to the living room and switched on the TV. The second half of a knock out game featuring my favorite soccer team, Manchester United, was just about to start. I quickly did the calculation. I had 50 minutes before I was to report to Rashida's room. The game had 45 minutes left. So I had enough time to shut the TV and walk over to her room.I started to get engrossed in the game. The game was tied 2-2 going into the final minutes. And I completely forgot that extra time and tie breakers was not part of the 45 minutes. Which was rather unfortunate for me. All I knew was that suddenly the TV was switched off, and my right ear was in a whole world of pain.* * *Rubina led me by the ear down the hall. Here was I, the young master of the house, being hauled in disgrace to my servant's room, with her painfully twisting and pulling my ear along the way. I was being marched by Rubina to her bedroom, where she intended to reprimand me. By twisting and pinching my ear, she was making the walk from the living room to the servants' quarters all the more shameful for me. The fact that I was much taller than her meant that as she pulled me by the ear, I had to walk keeping bent over, which was much more demeaning for me and made me feel like I was really in hot water. Rubina also kept scolding me on the way, letting me know my behavior was not at all acceptable and I was going to get a good thrashing."Baba, I am very disappointed in you." She twisted my ear painfully as we walked into her room. "10.30 pm has come and gone and where's our slave? Watching a football game?""I am so sorry, choto bua. It won't happen again."Rubina stopped, let go of my ear and turned to face me."Really, baba, and how many times will you say that?"My eyes looked down in shame. My dick shriveled up in shame inside the panty. I knew I had brought this on totally on myself.SLAP!The mark of her dainty five fingers spread sharply across my cheek.SLAP!"Don't you say something when slapped, baba?""Oh, yes, of course choto bua. I ..."SLAP!"One! Thank you, choto bua, for punishing me. I deserve your slaps. Please slap me again."SLAP!"Two! Thank you, choto bua, for punishing me. I really deserve your slaps. Please slap me again."Rubina continued to slap me, while I counted each slap and thanked her again, and again. A hand struck my cheek, and I counted and thanked her. Then she would back hand me, hitting the other cheek with the back of that hand, and I would demurely count and thank her again.A couple of years ago, never would I have thought that this maid servant, who comes from such a poor family, and who is close to my age, would be slapping me so confidently, without any consequences, while I, her boss, would meekly accept the punishment meted out to me."Let me see your cheeks, baba.""Yes, choto bua."Rubina examined my warm cheeks, which had now turned bright red, partially from shame, partially from pain, and slapped me a couple more times before she deemed it enough. She then caught hold of my ear again and led me to the chair in the centre of her room. Leaving me alone, she sat down on the chair, adjusted the sari around her legs, and then snapped her fingers."LICK!" She ordered, planting her right foot forward.Immediately I was on all fours, instantly moving to her right foot. I pressed a few kisses on her ankle and toes. Then I stuck my tongue out and began to lick at her foot through the straps of her sandal."I expect better from you by now, baba." Rubina scolded.I began licking her foot faster. I licked wildly at the toes. I licked harder all along her foot, around the back and to her heel. I could feel her beginning to relax. I continued to lick, more determined to please her. After a few minutes Rubina presented me with her left foot. I meticulously licked clean every inch of her foot."That's enough!" She announced. "Come! Baba, lie over my lap.""It's 10.30 pm, and you had your dinner, baba." Rubina removed her somewhat wet slipper from her right foot as I placed myself compliantly across her lap. "You were supposed to report yourself to Rashida apa's room. Yet, I find you watching a football match on TV, completely oblivious to the time.""I am so sorry, choto bua." I apologized in earnest. "I was just about to leave, I swear!""Please don't lie, baba. You were completely into the game until I held you by the ear."Rubina pulled down the panty I was wearing to my ankles, exposing my butt."Hmmph!" She sneered in derision. "I knew the day would soon come when you would be dressed in a woman's panty."Rubina then cupped my balls and jiggled them."How does these peas feel inside a panty, baba? Do you like wearing a woman's undergarment?""Er, yes, bua." I almost chocked on the words but I knew it was the truth. "It feels nice.""That's because you are a slave girl with a small penis, baba."Rubina then rolled off the T-shirt I was wearing, over my neck and head, until it was on the floor. I was now completely naked, spread helplessly across her lap, buttocks up in the air. Rubina placed the base of her sandal on my butt, so I could have a premonition of what she was going to hit me with. Then she raised her hand and struck.THWACK!I drew in my breath sharply as the sting spread across my left bum cheek, before I exhaled."One." I counted and stated. "Thank you choto bua for spanking my butt. I am so sorry. May I have one more?"THWACK!"Two." I said. "Thank you choto bua for paddling my butt. May I have one more?"THWACK!"Three." I said. "Thank you choto bua. May I have one more, please?"THWACK!"Four." I said. "Thank you choto bua. May I have one more?"THWACK!My bum was now on fire. At this point, all I could do was grit my teeth and take each strike with no more than a jerk of my body and a slight frown."Five." I said. "Thank you, choto bua. May I have one more, please?"THWACK!"Six." I said. "Thank you choto bua for the spank. May I have one more, please?""I think that should be enough for now." Rubina replied. She put the slipper back on her foot. My spirits rose. Was my chastisement over? Knowing Rubina, however, I dared not get up from my bent over position."Come." She grabbed my left ear and pulled me up, "Let's go to the Rashida apa's room."It was utterly humbling. My family pays two maids to do the work of the house. Yet today, I had done most of the cleaning, while taking orders from (and being punished by) my maids. And now here was Rubina, after having stripped me naked and spanked me and slapped me, holding me derogatively by the ear, twisting it, and leading me to my other maid's room for further punishments.Rubina knocked on Rashida's door, all the time twisting my ear. I was squirming all over the place as she would pinch the ear really hard. Tough to imagine but that diminutive maid was a strong person."Enter."Rashida was seated, relaxing on her bed, with a book across her lap. She put down the book and looked at us as we entered her room. Rubina entered the room first, and then me, pulled along by my ear. Rashida sighed."Baba," Her voice was calm, yet I detected an undertone of sadness. It was as if she was just as disappointed that I hadn't reported to her on time, as I was petrified of her anger. "I was just about to head off for a relaxing night. Despite all your mistakes today, on the whole you were a good slave. I was planning to not punish you at all and just go to bed. All you had to do was just report to me on time."To say Rashida was not happy would have been an understatement."I am sorry, bua." I started to blubber. "I swear I was just about to shut the TV off, the second half of the match ..."""SHUT UP!" Rashida's eyes shone in fury, "Not only do you forget to report in time, now you try to lie about it and give me some pathetic excuse!"Rashida carried a heavy chair to the center of the room. I swallowed. I felt myself perspiring."Bua, please forgive me. Please!" I started to whimper and beg Rashida. "Please have mercy on me. Please! I swear to you I will never, ever, EVER, do this again. I will always report to you on time. Please bua."Rashida stood behind the chair and then looked at Rubina."Bua, please don't punish me hard. Please, I beg you I will be a good slave girl.""Rubina," Rashida commanded, as I continued to plead for mercy. "Let go of his ear. Good. OK, now leave. I will handle him from here on."If Rubina was surprised at this rather abrupt dismissal, she didn't show it. The most I got from her was a small gasp, and then she immediately let go of my now beetroot red ear. Turning around on her heels sharply, she exited the room. No one in this house disobeyed Rashida.Rashida followed her and then shut the door behind her. She then turned to me."What do I do with you, baba?""Please, please, bua, amake maaf koro (please forgive me). I am so sorry. You see, I don't know why I forgot. Please, I will never do this again." I was blubbering."Well, if I don't punish you, baba, then how will you learn?""Bua," I tried to give her examples of my past good behavior. "I always report to you for my nightly punishments on time. Please bua."Rashida paused to consider. I stood there, half crying, my ass and cheeks red from Rubina's punishment, as I pleaded with her. Then, to my surprise, Rashida spread out her arms."Baba, my slave, my kutti, come here. You need a hug.""Oh, bua, my goddess, YES!"I was crying. Tears flowed down my face as I hugged Rashida warmly. I forgot that I was naked, and my maid servant was clothed, I forgot that I was being humiliated by my servants, I forgot that I was a slave girl. I forgot that in this household I occupied the lowest rung on the ladder. I forgot that Rashida, my maid servant, had stripped me naked and caned me in front of other maid servants. I forgot that my maids were treating me like a daashi.All I knew was that I lost myself in the moment. I lost myself in Rashida's embrace. I wrapped my arms around her waist and squeezed her tightly, and buried my face in her gargantuan boobs. Rashida of course placed one arm on my back, and stroked my head with the other."There, there, baba, it will be alright."I continued to hug her, my relief palpable at her mercy, as Rashida kissed me on each tear stained cheek. My dick painfully throbbed and pushed out. Rashida stroked my head and ran her hands through my hair, before holding me by the chin."Baba, I was going to give you a spanking like you never had before.""Y..yes, bua?""But I have changed my mind. However, you still have to take one last punishment."I looked her nervously. I thought she was really going to just let me go. Apparently, I was wrong. Rashida wasn't so easily pacified. At least, I hope she was not going to punish me as strictly as she had originally planned to. Moreover, her hug and her kisses had helped calm me somewhat. If you are a slave, you know how much your mistress's loving gestures and kisses and hugs mean to you.Rashida gently led me to her bed. She put a kolbalish (a long cylindrical pillow) on the centre of the bed."I want you to lie on the bed, face down, your dick on the pillow, so your butts are sticking up." She ordered."Yes, bua." I conformed to her wishes, the pillow raising my bum high in the air for my spanking."You will receive ten strokes from my cane." Rashida declared. "You need to count the strokes out loud, and if you stand up in pain or forget to count, the stroke will be given again.""Yes, bua." I was relieved. Ten strokes. I could do this. I gritted my teeth and waited.SWOOSH!The first stroke hit me. I felt like someone had taken a sharp nail and had driven it into my ass. Unable to help myself, I reached around and rubbed my poor bottom."I told you NOT to move baba," Rashida scolded me. "So that stroke will be given again. Please return your hands back to position.""Yes, bua."SWOOSH!This time, after the stroke hit, I stayed in place and said "One! Thank you, bua."

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Re: My Indian maid catches me masturbating, and spanks me
« Reply #13 on: October 26, 2014, 07:36:19 AM »
SWOOSH!SWOOSH!I received nine (well, really ten) counted strokes on my blistering bottom. Before my last stroke, Rashida commanded, "Baba, remain like this bent over the bed after your last stroke.""Yes, bua."SWOOSH!"T-t-ten! Thank you, bua!""Baba, you took this punishment very well." Rashida praised me. I felt happy, not only was my punishment over, but I had managed to put my mistress in a good mood. I still did not dare move though -- I remained on the bed. No doubt my bottom was now covered in a series of welts that ware causing me raw biting pain. I could hear some rustling, and then I felt Rashida's hands on my bum. Oooh, it felt cold! She was rubbing some soothing lotion over my ass.The initial contact of her fingers increased the pain as my skin's soreness was irritated, but then I started to feel the coolness of the lotion do its magic as Rashida prodded and probed my ass. With each move she swirled and moved her hands around, jiggling my butts, giving me some calm relief."Alright baba," Rashida told me, "Move over to right of the bed, and turn over so you are reclining on the bed on your right side, facing me."I did as Rashida ordered, somewhat puzzled that I was told not to get off her bed. I really hoped she had no further punishments for me. I moved to the right side of the bed, which was near the wall. Then I turned so that I was on the right side of the bed, lying on my right, and looking at my mistress Rashida.To my surprise, Rashida was taking off her sari. She unhooked the pallu and unwrapped the big sari all around her body, until it lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. She was now dressed in a small blouse from which her boobs struggled to get free, and a petticoat, leaving her ample belly, navel and midriff all bare. Rashida then got into her bed and started to lie down, and turning so that she faced me."Baba," She was smiling at me, "Since you have served me faithfully today, I decided I will allow you to sleep on this bed with me. You can hug and kiss and fondle your mistress, WITH LOVE, but that's all you can do. If you try anything else without permission, you will be kicked out of my bed. Do you understand?""Oh, bua, oh my goddess, oh my love!" I hugged her and squeezed her as Rashida purred in pleasure. I moved my tongue and kissed her on her fleshy cheeks. I moved a hand and cupped a breast. I dared not unhook her blouse, but just squeezing that melon, just to feel her nipple in my fingers through the thin material of her blouse, was heaven. I moved a hand and grabbed her chubby buttocks, giving them a squeeze. And I kissed her on the lips. I could hardly believe it, I was kissing my mistress on her lips! I was even allowed to touch and squeeze her boobs! I was grinding against her lower body with mine!Rashida moved her hand and rubbed my now stiff penis."Baba, do you need to cum?"THIS IS WHY I loved Rashida. This is why I was so submissive to her. This is why I would follow her and obey her and treat her like a goddess. To any slave, you know why you take those punishments, why you let yourself be humiliated, why you allow yourself to be used as a toilet. It's for this moment, when you mistress cuddles you and allows you to cum."Yes, bua, may I? Please?"Rashida responded by starting to finger my manhood."Mmmm ... mmmm!" I was in heaven as she ran her fingers up and down my cock. Rashida kneaded my balls with one hand as she stroked the penis with the other. The pace of her stroking kept on becoming faster and faster. I knew I would cum at any point now.My knees started to buckle and my ass stiffened. Rashida continued to stroke me while her tongue lashed around inside my mouth. I felt my balls begin to tighten. My face contorted as I began to ejaculate. Oh, how I could cum! Gallons of thick, milky white semen oozed out of my penis, onto Rashida's hands, staining her dress, her bed sheets and still I continued to cum. My hips jerked as the last vestiges of my love juice poured out.Despite all the spankings, the humiliation and the ear pulls, if this was how every day of my slavery would end, I could not wait to be a slave. Clearly the next two weeks was going to be so memorable, Rashida, my mistress!

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Re: My Indian maid catches me masturbating, and spanks me
« Reply #14 on: October 26, 2014, 07:37:05 AM »
A simple lie has great consequences. - Tarek "Ow! Ouch! Bua, please, it hurts!" Rashida's right hand had my ear in a firm grip. "Baba." She said, and then twisted my ear sharply. "It is supposed to hurt!" "Ow! Ow!" was all I could again muster, standing there helplessly, as my maid - my MAID! - pulled and wrung my ear in punishment. "You are such an embarrassment to your family!" My buxom maid scolded me. She pinched my ear lobe and then once again twisted it. "Look at you! Getting humiliated by your maid!" "Yes, bua." I kept my gaze down, unable to meet my servant's eyes in shame. My servant, who was now furiously giving me a kaan dola (the term meant pulling the ear as a punishment), had no such qualms. "Baba," Rashida looked me squarely in the eye, her hand on my ear. "You are more worthless than the dog shit my sandals step on in the street when I walk." "Yes, bua." I of course called Rashida by the respectful term 'bua', and never referred to her by her name out of respect. Even when she was calling me dog shit. "Come, baba," Rashida gave my ear a violent tug, "Let's go to my room." "Yes, bua." Dragging me by the ear, Rashida led me through my house - my own HOUSE! - towards the servants' quarters. All I could do was meekly try to keep up fast (if I didn't want my ear pulled off that is!) and beg her for mercy, even as she pulled and twisted and pinched my ear lobes while dragging me to her room. Just ten minutes earlier, it had been 2.30 in the afternoon on a warm September day in Calcutta, India. It was a Friday, and I had a day off from university, so I had gone to the gym to work out. My parents (who were out - my dad at his business and my mom at one of the NGOs whose board she was on) were having a big party tomorrow (Saturday) night, so the maids of the house were busy in the kitchen and elsewhere. Figuring out I had nothing to do, I had really worked out hard at the gym and had been dead tired. Coming back to the house, I had gone to my room and flopped on to the bed, aiming for a nap. As usual, I was dressed in a light T-shirt and shorts. Suddenly the door to my room had burst open. There was no knock, it just opened, and Rashida had entered. There used to be a time when the maids of the house would respectfully knock and wait outside in reverence until I permitted them to come in - those days of course were now long gone. Nowadays, I could expect any of the maids to barge in any time, and usually I would be on the receiving end of some type of humiliation when that happened. Rashida was dressed in a light blue sari that wrapped tightly around her big body. Her hair was tied up in a bun at the top of her head. The blouse that she wore was dark blue, in contrast to her plain sari, but as always, one size too small. Her giant boobs struggled to escape, and I always thought at some point the buttons on her blouse would burst and her melons would tumble out (and of course, they never did). Her big belly and her navel were exposed, typical of the way the lower class women in India wore their saris. Rashida was the very picture of a matronly Indian lady; plump with a strict and stern domineer. I loved the thin saris she wore - whenever she walked in front of me, I loved to ogle her big butts jiggling against the flimsy material of her cloth - hoping she never caught me staring. She had been our maid for a long time, even before I was born, and I thought the world of her. I would do anything for her. "Baba, there you are!" Rashida uttered as soon as she had entered. "I have some work for you." "Oh!" Inwardly I had groaned, even as I stood up out of respect for her. "What do I have to do, bua?" Just as I always called her bua out of respect, I always stood up in her presence, keeping my eyes down on the floor, not meeting her gaze out of deference. "First things first, baba. Kneel on the floor please." "Yes, bua." "Good! Now please bend down in prostration, and touch your forehead to my feet." "Yes, bua." I was now on the ground, my butt up in the air, my face down, and my forehead pressed firmly against my maid's feet. "Good! Now stick your tongue out, and lick my feet." "Yes, bua." I was now planting wet kisses on my housemaid's sandal covered feet. Her big toe was now in my mouth, and I had my tongue wrapped around it. This was Rashida's way of asserting who was the boss in this house, even though I was the son of her employer and her a mere kaamwali (housemaid). I could have said no, I could have put her in her place, and yet, instead, I was kissing her feet. "Suck harder, baba." "Yes, bua." I had placed my mouth at her ankles and pressed my tongue sharply against her skin, before sucking inwards. I then moved slightly and repeated the act, planting wet and sloppy smooches all over her feet. "How does it feel baba, to be the son of a powerful family in the city, and yet you bend over to kiss your kaamwali's feet?" "You are my mistress, bua." I ad gently planted my lips on each of her toes. "I am honoured to kiss your feet." Rashida laughed. "You are really my dog, baba. My bitch." "Yes, bua." After Rashida was satisfied that I had paid sufficient homage to her feet, she snapped her fingers and asked me to stand up. "Yes, bua." "Baba, I need you to go to the market and get some things." Rashida had begun to list what she wanted. "I realized ... why, what's the matter?" I must have made a face, for Rashida now had a combination of concern on her face, as well as anger in her eyes. She was not used to being interrupted by me. "Um... no, nothing bua. It's just that..." I was struggling to think of an excuse. I could just not refuse her orders! It would have to be a good excuse. "I think, bua, I am coming down with a fever. That's why I wanted to rest." "Really?" Rashida had moved closer to me. "Fever? That's serious." "Er, yeah, so bua if you think..." "Sit down on the bed, baba." Rashida had commanded me. I followed her instruction and sat down on the edge of the bed. Rashida now stood beside me and placed a hand on my forehead. "Hmm, I don't feel anything." She then pressed her palms my cheeks and then my forehead again. "I have been looking after you since you were born, baba, and you don't feel sick to me." "No, bua, really, I think I am catching something." Rashida once again placed her hand onto my forehead, and then once more at my cheeks, where she let it rest for some time, no doubt gauging my temperature. Then she actually pressed my head against her chest. My face was suddenly buried in her blouse, amidst her giant melons, as she gave me a crushing hug. I inhaled and took in her delicious working sweaty aroma, and for a second I was lost in my desire as this woman's breasts rubbed against my face. And then suddenly her hand went up and twisted my ear. "Ow, ow, OW!" I screamed as she pulled my ear sharply. "I think you are trying to get out of a chore, baba." Rashida had my right ear in her hands and was twisting it hard. "Ow ... ow... bua... please, it hurts!" I squirmed as Rashida pulled my ear this way and then that. "Please, bua, I really do feel sick." Rashida switched hands and now my left ear was in her hand. She pulled me to my feet while having an iron-clad grip on my ear. "Get up, baba, we are going to my room." And that's where I started my story. Now, pulling me by the ear, she led me through the hallway, through the living areas of the house, towards the servants' quarters and to her room. And all along the way I squealed like a little girl as she continued to twist my ear. "Bua, please, oww... it hurts! I am sorry, bua. Please, oww!" Rubina, our other maid, was sweeping the main dining room floor. She saw me being led by Rashida by the ear and stifled a laugh as we walked past her. It was so humiliating to be held by the ear by my maid. I call this my Walk of Shame. Time and again I had been led across the house by either Rashida or Rubina pulling me by the ear. Each time I felt like a little boy being led by an angry teacher by the ear to the headmistress's office for a punishment. Many of those times, deep in the darkest hours of the night as the rest of the house slept, the maids would be tugging me by the ear to their room, for more punishment. Often, I would be completely naked as well, in sharp contrast to the maids who would be fully clothed. It was the ultimate humiliation, and a symbol of my servitude to my maids, that they had the audacity to demean me in such a fashion. Once we were in her room, Rashida closed the door and let go of my now stinging, paining, and by now a dark crimson red ear. Once again she felt my forehead. "I will take your temperature now, baba." Rashida told me. "We will see how truthful you are." "Yes, bua." I looked down at the ground at my feet, embarrassed. I had been hauled by my ear like a naughty schoolboy by my maid, and now she was going to take my temperature as if I was a little boy trying to skip school. Rashida took out a thermometer from her dressing table. Then she turned to me. "This is a rectal thermometer." She informed me. "Oh." I replied, and then a couple of moments later, I understood what that meant. "OH!" "Come in here, baba, let me take your temperature," Rashida sat down on a stool in the center of the room and beckoned to me. In one hand she held the rectal thermometer, and in the other, a jar of Vaseline. I gave her a withering glance. "I said, COME HERE!" Rashida told me forcefully. "Don't keep me waiting, baba! I have tons to do." "Bua, please! Can't we take my temperature the normal way?" I implored of her hopefully. "Nonsense!" Rashida scoffed. "Now, take your shorts off!" My humiliation wasn't over. Accepting my fate, I slowly slithered down my shorts until it was at my ankles. I now stood in front of my shapely servant, naked from the waist down. "Why do I have to take it like that?" I asked Rashida, as she watched her employer's son - me - remove my pants. "Because I said so," Rashida snapped with authority. I now stood barefooted in just my T-shirt. My dick hung limp as I awaited her next orders. "Now, come here and lie face down over my knee," Rashida instructed, waving the thermometer in the direction of her lap. Red-faced, I walked to her, and then lowered myself onto my maid's knees, placing my hands flat on the carpeted floor. My butt rested over my kaamwali's thighs, and my toes dug into the carpet on the other side. Rashida placed a hand and patted my exposed, fleshy, buttocks. "Spread your legs a bit." Rashida directed. "I need to see your butt hole." "Yes, bua." I did as she asked. With her Vaseline covered hands, Rashida smeared some of the jelly on my behind. I then felt a sharp poke as she inserted a finger into my rectum. "Ogh!" I drew in a sharp breath as I felt her go deep, her finger plunging into my anus. She moved her finger in and out, and I could feel my ass cheeks slowly part as she pressed more Vaseline into my butt. My behind was now squishy and wet. Rashida kept her finger in and twired it inside me until she was happy with the way she had applied Vaseline to my butt. Rashida then withdrew her finger and I felt the cool air enter my rectum as her finger lifted out. There was a pause, and then I felt her's hands pry my butt cheeks apart. A minute later I sensed the cold metallic end of the thermometer against my anus. With a grunt, Rashida pushed it into my rectum. "Ow." I sharply exhaled. "Quiet!" Rashida scolded, as she pushed the thermometer in further. I lay absolutely still. Here I was, the only scion of the most powerful Urdu-speaking business family in Calcutta, someone whose father had rich political connections, and I was lying naked, my butt up on my Bengali maid's lap, and she had just inserted a thermometer into my ass. I lay there for a while, as Rashida's hands rested on my butt cheeks, and the thermometer pressed firmly into my rectal cavity. After sometime, Rashida pulled out the thermometer. I wheezed as she slowly dragged the object out, and my butt cheeks relaxed again. "As I thought." Rashida announced. "37 degrees Celcius. Normal body temperature. You don't have any fever at all." "Yes, bua." I answered miserably. I was now definitely going to be punished by her for lying. There was a pause as Rashida no doubt thought about how she would punish me. The fact that I was lying on her knees, with my naked butt prime for a spanking, would not have escaped her mind. Suddenly, I felt her hand in front of my face and a finger to my lips. There was a sharp acrid stench to that finger. I realized that this was the finger she had put into my asshole. "Lick it, baba." Rashida ordered. "I want this finger clean." "Yes, bua." Just as she had inserted that finger into my anus some time ago, Rashida now pressed her finger against my lips. I parted my mouth slightly, and Rashida inserted her finger. I wrapped my lips around her finger and licked it as if my life depended on it. I sucked it, I kissed it, my tongue lashed it - and I completely put it out of my mind that this finger had just been up my asshole. I ignored the stench and the Vaseline bits and kept on licking and sucking. After sometime, Rashida withdrew her hand. We just remained in this position, me lying butt-naked on my maid's lap, on her knees as she weighed in on how to punish me. "Baba," Rashida finally broke the silence. Her left hand patted and caressed my buttocks, while her right hand reached down and stroked my cheek. "Yes, bua?" "Tell me, truthfully, why you lied to me about being sick." "Yes, bua." I gulped. "I had just returned from the gym. I was really tired and was feeling lazy." "I see. And you felt like you didn't want to go to the market for me?" "Yes, bua. I am so sorry bua. It won't happen again, bua. Please forgive me bua." "Baba, tell me. How long have we maids been punishing you, dear?" "Er, I think for over three years now, bua. Maybe four." I struggled to think. Exactly how long has it been since that fateful day when Rashida caught me masturbating? "Four years." Rashida calmly continued to pat and squeeze my buttocks. Each touch of her on my ass heightened my anxiety. "And in these four years, baba, have we maids ever shirked from performing our house duties?" "No, bua." "Hmm." Rashida's hand caressed my buttock and reached down. She gently cupped my balls which were now wedged against her legs. Remember, I was lying helplessly across her lap, over her knees. "Baba, you are not like any other man. I am your maid, yet I punish you, spank you, spit upon you, make you kiss my feet and sometimes lick my butt." "Er, yes, bua." "I slap you, and you ask for more. Baba, I stroke your balls and you try hard not to cum. I beat you with a cane, and you thank me and ask me for one more stroke. Is that not correct?" "Yes, bua." "In fact you do not even watch porn or masturbate without my permission. Remember one morning, when I used you as a toilet sink?" "Er, yes bua." "I brushed my teeth and spit out into your open mouth, and you swallowed it." "Yes, bua." "How many times have I treated you like a toilet, baba? I wanted to pee on you, and you were too happy to lie on my bathroom floor, naked, while I relieved myself on you." "Yes, bua." "You are my complete slave, and yet, have I ever asked you to do any housework?" "Er, no, bua." "We have our Total Slave weeks, yes, but I have never excused myself from my duties as a housemaid of this home." Rashida was now stroking my turgid cock as she continued her speech. "You still live a luxurious life. We maids make your meals, clean your washrooms, wash and fold your dirty laundry, do we not?" "Yes, bua." "So now." Rashida left my semi hard penis alone, and returned her hand to my buttocks. Her other hand sharply twisted one of my ears. "One day I ask you to do a certain task, and you try to lie and find an excuse." "I am so sorry, bua. Please, please forgive me. Give me any punishment, but please forgive me. I won't ever do that again, bua." Rashida stopped twisting my ear and let it go. Her other hand squeezed my butt cheeks sharply. I drew in a deep breath. "Baba, get up." "Yes, bua." I now stood in front of her, as she remained seated, my dick semi hard, facing my maid while she mulled over her next words. "I do want to punish you very strictly, baba, because lying is something I won't tolerate from my slave." "Yes, bua." I swallowed in fear. "I understand, bua." "However," Rashida continued, "You have been a very obedient slave for the last few weeks, giving me no cause for complaints, so I do want to take that into account as well." "Yes, bua. Thank you, my mistress." "Baba." Rashida held my penis in her hand, and looked up at me. "You will have to learn to obey me completely, and not try to wriggle out of any task or chore I give you." "Yes, bua." I tried to reassure her of my obedience. "I will, bua. Please believe me." "I believe you." Rashida gently stroked my cock and then told me, "This is why I am not going to use the cane on you today." "Er, thank you, bua." I heaved a sigh of relief. I knew that as her slave I was going to accept any punishment however humiliating it might be - I had no option but to agree, of course. Yet she had taken a little bit of mercy on me, and I was happy bua was not going to cane me. "Ok, now please take off your T-shirt, baba. I want my slave girl to be completely in the nude." "Yes, bua." Rashida remained seated in her stool in the middle of the room as she had me strip completely in front of her. She then asked me to go and fetch her hairbrush from the drawer and give it to her. I prepared myself for a hard spanking. I knew how painful that hair brush could be. Yet Rashida did not start right away with the spanking. "Baba, stand on one leg." "Yes, bua." I raised and bent my right leg, and tried to balance myself standing on my left foot. "Now hold your ears, baba. Hold your right ear with your left and your left ear with your right hand." "Yes, bua." I should point out that being made to pull one's own ears is the most humiliating punishment in India. It's like being sent to stand in the corner here in USA. Crossing my arms and holding my ears, I desperately tried to remain perched on one leg as Rashida watched me in amusement. I blushed a bright red as she teased and laughed at me for standing in that shameful posture before her. "Your friends," Rashida told me, "are probably giving orders to their maids to fetch them tea or clean their room, and their maids are scurrying to obey. And yet hereyou are, completely nangta (naked), standing on one leg, holding your ears, in front of your maid. You should really be ashamed of yourself."

 

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