Slave to My Indian Maid - Part 04

"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 slap 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!

"You will start your second year of university, in August, in less than a month. I have been punishing you for two years now."

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, 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 and the work load not too much. 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, and her supply breasts.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Twenty Five!" 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 five. 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 old 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, completely ignoring my moan. "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 the tears now welling up in my eyes. "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.

"Tarek, 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 besharam nalayak kutti!"

"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, my choto bua, 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 yelps, 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 she would beat me on my balls. So far, my testicles had been left alone by Rashida. Not Rubina, of course. She had whipped me there a few times.

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.

"Ok, baba." Rashida seemed satisfied and snapped her fingers. "Kiss my feet."

"Yes, bua."

I knelt down on the grown, prostrated and pressed my lips to her right foot. I kissed it adoringly, respectfully and reverently. I then repeated the action with her left foot, making sure to kiss each of her toes, her ankle and the back of her heel. When she was satisfied, Rashida told me to pick up my clothes, and get out of the kitchen.

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 used to say, "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. I was forbidden to masturbate unless I had their permission. Usually that was given when asked, but sometimes I couldn't control myself and succumbed to my desires.

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.

"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, Tarek."

"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 struck my cheeks 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."

"I am a young woman, a young maid servant, and I have my employer's on in my room, naked, with the door shut. Yet I am not afraid he is going to rape me. Why, baba? Because I know you are not a man, Tarek. You are a lowly dog who will do exactly as I say."

"Yes, choto bua."

"You masturbate because you have a small cock, baba. You know you can never satisfy a real woman with that, Tarek. 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, the one operated by Zarine's father, 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, Tarek, 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 July night. The long lasting famous Kolkata summer was upon us, with balmy days and humid nights. The air conditioning was in full swing in our house. Even though it was summer, I decided to read up a bit on next semester's books.

At exactly 10.25 pm, I closed my book, shut off my computer, 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 leather 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, almost twenty, so really nineteen, choto bua."

"So you are older than me."

"Yes, choto bua, but only by a few months."

"You ARE older than me. 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." Rubina had correctly observed my arousal at my humiliation.

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 maid servant.

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 belt near my 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." I was thanking her even though she called me a slave girl rather than a boy slave.

"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, Tarek?"

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, even as she continued to play with my balls. "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 difficult, 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 chappal would 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. Well, I might be slightly exaggerating, but it really felt like that..

"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. Any 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 found out.

"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 fifth 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 it is 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, forever. 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 exist only to serve them."

"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 spiraling 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 proper kaan 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.

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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 and Rubina'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 respected baba 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 in spreading a warm stinging feeling on 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, baba knows 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. Your kutti. 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! As soon as that thought came into my head I shook my head in disgust. Why was I so enamored with Rashida?

"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.

"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.

"Baba," Rashida told me, once dinner was completely done. "Go to the kitchen. You will see some folding chairs there. Bring them in here and arrange them in a circle over there while we all wash our hands."

"Yes, bua."

I walked to the kitchen and picked up one of the folding chairs. I knew Rashida had some game or activity in mind, so the chairs were for her and her friends. They would sit in a small circle, with probably me in the centre. I was to be the entertainment portion for the night.

"He has a nice butt." Shabina remarked, as I brought back a couple of the chairs. "Look at it jiggling as he is walking across the room."

I could feel the eyes of all the ladies on my naked behind.

"Nice and fleshy," Shabina added, "But looks firm."

"Baba!" Rashida called out. "Come here please."

"Yes, bua."

Obediently I placed the folding chair in its place and walked over to Rashida.

"Please turn around."

I obeyed her so that my back was to her friends. Rashida stood beside me and placed a hand on my buttocks. She lovingly caressed me there and then squeezed my left butt cheek.

"He has a little weight on his buns." Rashida said, pinching each of my butt cheeks in turn. "Look at it jiggling as I squeeze it. That's what makes him fun to spank."

As if to prove her point, Rashida gave me a small spank.

"I feed him healthy foods - no junk at all." She declared, her hands patting my derriere. "It's very important I have a healthy slave."

"He does get hard quite easily." Zarine remarked. "Do you find it a problem, apa?"

"Er ... not really. Tarek, turn around please, baba."

"Yes, bua."

I turned around, so now the ladies could see my half erect cock. Rashida wrapped one hand around my penis and started to rub me.

"I have ... rather, we have trained him rather well, I think." She said, continuing to rub me. "Look at him getting hard. But I know, from familiarity, just when to stop so he doesn't cum."

She gave me a few strokes. I was quite hard now.

"Besides," Rashida added, patting my bum with another hand. "He knows if he cums, his buttocks are going to be very sore from the spanking I will give him. Isn't that right, baba?"

"Yes, bua."

Rashida suddenly stopped stroking me and let go.

"Ok, baba. Complete your work."

"Yes, bua."

The chairs were all arranged as asked, and the ladies all sat down. 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 got up from her folding chair, and 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.

"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, Rashida would be 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 sink 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 lund 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.

"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 your 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."

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!