Slave to My Indian Maid - Part 05

It was 10.20 pm, Monday night. I was seated at the main dining table downstairs, studying. For some reason, I wasn't in my room, but felt it would be easier to study at the big table with books all over the giant table. It was unusually cold for November in India, so I remember wearing a cardigan over my T-shirt. As I glanced at my watch, I felt a soft presence behind me.

"Studying, baba?" It was the gentle voice of Rubina, the younger maidservant in my house. Her hand found my left ear and gently tugged at it.

"Er ... yes, choto bua." I replied.

I was also a bit puzzled. Should I stand up to show my respect to my younger maid? I was going to her room anyways at 10.30 pm. And here she was, her hands slowly but firmly twisting my ear.

"Good." She said, pulling my ear. "It's nice to see you studying for once, and not trying to watch a porno movie late in the night, and do your disgusting masturbating that Rashida apa caught you doing long time ago."

"Er ... yes, choto bua." I answered, even as she painfully twisted my ear. I was sure my ear was already starting to go red by now as my maid servant pinched my earlobe.

"Stand up, Tarek." Rubina ordered. "That should come naturally to you by now."

"I am sorry, choto bua. I will stand up at once."

Immediately I pushed my chair back and clumsily stood up. I was tall, almost six feet, and Rubina was quite a few inches shorter than me. Yet her hand was reaching up and she was twisting my ear. I felt like an errant schoolboy being punished by his beautiful teacher. Even though I was in my house, and the lady punishing me was in reality my maid servant. A poor girl from a poor family who worked in our house as a mere domestic help. A girl who was younger than me in age, shorter than me in height and lower than me in social standing, and yet here she was, her dainty fingers pinching my earlobe with impunity.

"Baba." She laughed slightly. "Didn't I say I wanted you to call me something affectionate in addition to 'choto bua'?"

Rubina had been aware of her growing beauty. Her youth was now blossoming, her breasts were beginning to bud nicely, and she was aware of the animal lust she evoked in men around her, especially me. So recently every time she punished me, she made fun of my attraction to her by asking me to call her not only with respect, but also with affection. An affection that she assured me was not mutual.

"Er ... of course, my ... shundor choto bua. My beautiful choto bua." I stammered. "I am sorry, my dear choto bua. My priyo choto bua."

"Hmm." Rubina continued to twist my ear and give me a proper kaan dola. "Tarek! My dear baba. Ready to go to my room and get your big buttocks -- your big pasa -- properly spanked?"

"Yes, my beloved choto bua." I replied.

"Well." Rubina laughed again. "We all know it's really Rashida apa -- the senior maid of this house -- that's your beloved bua, but I will let it pass, since she is not here."

"Er ... thank you, my sexy choto bua."

"Tell me what we are going to do now, Tarek."

"Er ... yes, choto bua. You are now going to spank my pasa."

"Your BIG pasa."

"Er ... yes, choto bua."

Rubina let go of my now very red and stinging left ear, and then ordered me to turn around and face her. I acquiesced.

She was wearing a blue sari that clung tightly to her young, shapely figure. Her beauty was flowering now, and her blouse failed to properly hide her ripe melons, nor did her sari completely cover her dainty waist and the succulent navel. Whenever she turned around I was conscious of her firm, athletic, bodacious buttocks. Unlike Rashida, who was plump and had lots of meat everywhere on her, Rubina was slim, slender, and had a sashaying figure that made men ooze with lust after her. Men like me.

"Baba." Her hand slightly made its way to the front of my pajamas. She placed her hand on the tent that was forming in there and gently stroked me, feeling my rising bulge. "Your tiny penis -- your choto, picchi nunu -- seems to be excited?"

I couldn't deny that I had a small tent in my pants. I was always excited when it was Mondays or Thursdays. It was the nights my maids called me to their room and had their "fun" with me.

"I ... I ..." I didn't know what to say. Rashida was visiting her mother and younger sister for two whole weeks, and Rubina had me at her complete mercy. Last Thursday night she had spanked me for almost an hour straight. I could hardly sit on my ass on Friday.

"Do you find me attractive?" Rubina's sudden question threw me off, if only for a moment.

"Er ... of course, choto bua." I said. "You are definitely a beautiful young woman, amar adorer choto bua. You are very pretty, and have a nice figure."

Rubina grinned. She reached up and gently tweaked her big breasts through her blouse.

"And what about these, Tarek. Do you find my breasts -- my doodhs -- attractive?"

"You have very nice breasts, choto bua." I replied honestly. "Very sexy."

Rubina laughed. Her hands went back down to the tent in my pajamas. She continued to stroke me again.

"And what about my pussy -- my choot? Do you think about my choot, Tarek?"

"Er ... yes, my adorer choto bua. I love to lick it and give you pleasure when you want me to."

Rubina laughed, and continued to rub me.

"Do you masturbate to thoughts of me, Tarek? Do you dream sometimes of fucking my choot with your tiny nunu? Does that thought make you cum quickly?"

I blushed.

"Sometimes, choto bua." I was honest. "With your permission, or Rashida apa's, of course."

"Of course." Rubina laughed, and then swung around. "Alright, let's go to my room. All day I have been working and your mother's parties don't make it easy, especially with Rashida apa being away. I want to get your spanking over with."

"Yes, bua."

I followed Rubina all the way to her room. Her tight saree had a habit of clinging to her ass, or evening going into the butt crack. As she walked, one butt cheek went up, while the other went down. And then the other went up, while the one that had been up came down. It was lovely to watch, her hips swaying gently from one side to the other. Her ass was mesmerizing. Oh, how I wish I was banging that ass!

Instead, I reflected, my own ass was the one likely to be thrashed in a few minutes. My very desire to be submissive to powerful women, and my attraction to what is now called "femdom" had made me a slave to my own housemaids.

Rubina shut the door to her room when I was inside and snapped her fingers. She pointed at her right cheek.

I knew what I had to do. I had to kiss my maid on her cheek in a way that it was a respectful peck. If she felt it was more than that, it was grounds for further spanking. Meekly I put my hands behind my back, walked up to her and bent my head slightly down. I pressed my lips softly against her cheeks, feeling her smooth skin, before lifting my head again. I repeated the action on her other cheek. It was, I thought, a pair of proper homage kisses, not lustful ones.

Rubina seemed to agree, thankfully. She then pointed at the corner of the room; I knew the drill.

I undressed, taking off my cardigan and the T-shirt. For a moment I shivered in the cold, but Rubina had switched on a small electric heater in her room and my body adjusted quickly. I folded my T-shirt and cardigan and placed it on a chest of drawers in her room. It was then time to be fully naked.

I stepped out of my pajamas, and then folded that up and placed it with my other clothes. Standing there, fully naked, I faced the corner of the wall, with my back to the rest of the room and of course to Rubina.

There were a few positions that I assumed when standing in the corner. Rubina sometimes wanted me to place me hands on the wall, and press myself against the corner. Other times she wanted my hands clasped behind me back, just above my buttocks, standing when facing the wall. When she said nothing, like today, I simply stood there, hands by my side, my face pressed against the corner.

I stood there for what must have been at least fifteen minutes. I didn't know what Rubina was doing in the meanwhile. I heard her go out of the room, and I heard her use the maids' bathroom, probably to relieve herself. When she came back I heard her rummage in her cupboard for something. Finally I heard her drag a chair across the floor to the centre of the room.

"Baba." She suddenly ordered. "Come here."

"Yes, amar ruposhi choto bua." I answered, and turned around. Bengali wasn't my mother tongue, but I was trying to use whatever words I knew meant beautiful, young, or pretty to describe and address her, as she had instructed. I was hoping those words would make her cane me less, spank me less, slap me less or punish me more mercifully. With Rashida, sweet words didn't have much effect, as she would punish me for what I deserved, and she saw it as her duty to correct me thus. With Rubina, who just liked to punish me for fun, sweet words sometimes lessened the punishments.

Rubina was seated on the chair, one of her legs crossed above the other, looking completely regal and in command. I noticed a small bag on the floor to one side of her. I walked and stood respectfully beside her on the other side, my head bent down looking meekly at the floor.

"Baba." Rubina reached up and gently cupped one of my testicles. "Your balls seem to be full of cum."

She kneaded my ball for a minute and then stroked my dick.

"How long has it been since you have cum, baba?"

"Er ... almost two weeks, choto bua." I told her. It was surreal, standing fully nude in my maid's presence as she examined my scrotum, but such was life now.

"Hmm." Rubina absent mindedly gave me a couple of strokes before looking at my face. "And really, two weeks? That was when you masturbated last, right?"

"Yes, choto bua."

"Pity." Rubina snickered. "That's all you can do. Masturbate. Do you know why, baba? You are an inferior specimen. You are a piss-poor excuse for a man. As a man, you are a complete and utter failure. Do you understand?"

"Yes, choto bua. I am sorry, my pretty choto bua."

"What are you sorry about?" Rubina threw her head back and laughed. Her hands held my penis firmly. "You think that does anything about my opinion of you? Why do you think I punish you so much? I have nothing but contempt for a weak, pitiful, inferior excuse for a man like you. You dream when you are masturbating that you are fucking a woman like me? Hah! You don't deserve to fuck me or ANY other woman. You are a loser. Look at that twig you call a penis!"

My face flushed a bright beetroot red with embarrassment as Rubina continued to mock me.

"So tonight, after I am done with you, you may crawl to your room in shame and masturbate. Masturbate like the loser you are. Remember what I always tell you. Winners fuck. Losers masturbate."

"Er ... thank you, my dear choto bua." I said. Mentally, I was relieved. My balls had been aching for some relief for the last two days. Even as she was taunting me now, Rubina had just given me permission to masturbate and relieve myself tonight.

My diminutive maid servant continued to stroke me. I was now very hard. She then stopped touching my penis, and gently cupped my balls in her hand and looked at me again.

"Think about me while you masturbate tonight, Tarek. Think about my ripe breasts and my cunt -- my hairy choot. If you were a proper man, you could be having sex with a woman like me. A maid like me would have been lying in bed, naked, sweaty, disheveled, having just been fucked silly by her master. Instead, I will be lying in my own bed, smirking with glee at the thought of you -- an inferior loser who can't get laid but gets his relief by fantasizing about his maid while he masturbates, his big fat pasa all laal -- red -- from being spanked by her."

"Um ... yes, choto bua."

"You know ..." Rubina softly caressed my testicles, leading me to moan. "I really thought of having mercy on you today and rubbing you till you would cum. But after what you did ..."

Suddenly she grabbed my balls hard and looked up at me sharply. "You know what you did, right, baba?"

A sudden chill enveloped me. I gulped and then shook my head. Rubina snickered.

"I had to work hard all day for your mother." Rubina told me. "And I had to go to the market to get some groceries for dinner. Remember what I told you before I left?"

"I ... I ... my elegant choto bua, I know you did tell me something..." I began.

"Stop!" Rubina held up her hand. "Tarek, kneel down!"

I, the master of the house, was now completely naked, on my knees, kneeling humbly before my maid servant Rubina, who continued to be royally seated on the chair in the middle of her room. She now bent forward slightly and took hold of my right ear in her hand.

"I told you, baba, nicely, SO nicely," She hissed, twisting my right ear painfully, "that I wanted the kitchen swept BEFORE I came back."

"Yes, my sweet, mishti choto bua." I replied, keeping my eyes on the ground. I now remembered. I hadn't really done it because what if my mother had seen me help out the maids? I thought Rubina would understand.

"I don't usually ask you to do my maid duties." Rubina said, continuing to hold my earlobe between her fingers and pinching it sharply. "Yet the one time I ask you to do ONE thing, I return and see you haven't done it."

"I am sorry, choto bua." I meekly apologized. "My mother was constantly around at the beginning and then it slipped my mind."

"Slipped your mind?" Rubina pulled my ear. "Or you got lazy, you fat fuck!"

I said nothing as Rubina continued to twist my ear.

"ONE thing you are given to do. ONE THING! And baba, you are a failure!"

"Yes, my luscious choto bua."

"You have big ears." Rubina told me suddenly, even as she pulled my right ear hard.

I gulped. Whenever Rubina said that, I knew I was in for a good spanking.

"I thought ... if I come home and you had done it ... I would have given you a treat." Rubina continued, while still twisting my ear. "Instead ..."

She let go of my now stinging right ear, pointed at her feet and snapped her fingers. Once again I knew the drill -- I was very well trained by now.

Still on my knees, I prostrated so my head was on the floor, at her feet, and started to kiss her toes.

"Do you like kissing my feet?" She asked me, as I placed small pecks on her big toe of her right foot.

"Um ... yes, choto bua." I replied, keeping my head down, and kissing her middle toe now. I wasn't lying. Submitting to my maids was now my way of life, and kissing their feet was an important part of this submission.

"Does the sweat on my foot taste good?" Rubina asked again, as I kissed her left foot.

"Um ... yes choto bua."

Rubina snickered, and then snapped her fingers again.

"Raise your head, Tarek. Let me give you something else that tastes good."

As I raised my head and looked at my maid, Rubina held my chin in her hands, and asked me to open my mouth. She then leaned in very close. I could feel the warmth of her breath on me.

SPIT!

My maid spit into my open mouth. I gulped and swallowed her sputum, which had landed right smack in the middle of my tongue.

Rubina laughed, and then raised her hand.

SLAP!

SLAP!

She then nudged herself close to me, even as my cheeks started to redden with shame, and asked, "So tell me, baba, how good was that?"

"Uh, yes, very good, my adorer choto bua."

"Open your mouth again, baba."

"Yes, choto bua."

SPIT!

"Now get ready to be slapped. You have no shame -- no lojja, you shameless imbecile."

"Yes, choto bua."

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Now open your mouth. You are good to swallow my spit."

"Yes, choto bua."

SPIT!

"Aw ... you got a little bit on your cheek." Rubina said. "Let me clean that."

SLAP!

SLAP!

The slaps were hard and fast. Rubina would raise her right hand and smack my left cheek, and then bring the hand back and slap my other cheek with the back of that same hand.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

I was aware of my cheeks heating up. By now, the pain of slapping bothered me less; what made me blush every time was the shame of being slapped by my own maid servant.

"Wow." Rubina patted my cheeks as I remained in my kneeling position. "You can take slaps now very well. I don't even see your cheeks reddening that much, or you even squirming now."

I remained silent as Rubina patted my cheek.

"Open your mouth, baba."

SPIT!

"Good, you know how to swallow. Now ... open!"

SPIT!

"Good ... Open!"

SPIT!

Rubina continued to spit into my mouth several more times as I swallowed each time.

"Good! Now lick my feet again."

"Yes, my choto bua."

"Now tell me, Tarek," Rubina asked, after I had slobbered over her feet for a while. "Which tastes better, my spit or my toes?"

"Um ... your toes, choto bua."

"Hmm." Rubina leaned in, a mischievous grin on her face. She then raised her hand again.

"Look up, Tarek. Now, come close to me. Yes... show me your cheek."

SLAP!

"The right ..."

SLAP!

"... answer ..."

SLAP!

"... is everything!"

SLAP!

"Everything tastes good."

SLAP!

"I taste good."

SLAP!

"Everything of mine tastes good."

SLAP!

"My spit tastes good!"

SLAP!

"My foot tastes good!"

SLAP!

"My sweat tastes good!"

SLAP!

"My piss tastes good!"

SLAP!

"My fart tastes good!"

SLAP!

"My bum hole tastes good!"

SLAP!

"Do you understand, baba?"

SLAP!

I fervently nodded.

"Yes, amar choto bua. I am sorry. I should have thought before answering, my choto bua."

SLAP!

"Once again, Tarek, let me clarify, EVERYTHING of mine tastes good."

"Yes, choto bua."

SLAP!

"I taste good."

"Yes, choto bua."

SLAP!

"My thuthu -- my spit tastes good!"

"Yes, choto bua."

SLAP!

"My foot tastes good!"

"Yes, choto bua."

SLAP!

"My gham -- my sweat tastes good!"

"Yes, choto bua."

SLAP!

"My piss -- amar peshaab -- tastes good!"

"Yes, choto bua."

SLAP!

"My fart tastes good!"

"Yes, choto bua."

SLAP!

"My bum hole tastes good!"

"Yes, choto bua."

SLAP!

"Do you understand, Tarek?"

"Yes, choto bua."

SLAP!

"Will you THINK before answering next time, baba?"

"Yes, choto bua."

SLAP!

"Good. Now go back to kissing my feet, Tarek."

"Yes, choto bua."

"Make sure to lick in between the toes, Tarek."

"Yes, choto bua."

I continued to kiss her feet, making sure to lick everywhere she wanted, and then paying homage to her heel and her ankles. I could tell that she liked it, as she moaned softly. My cheeks were now stinging sharply from her slaps. I should have thought a bit and then answered! Of course, everything of her tastes good! How could I have said her toes tasted better than others!

Rubina then suddenly snapped her fingers.

"OK, baba. Enough! Get up! I want you kneeling on the floor in front of me."

"Yes, choto bua."

Rubina's hands slowly pinched both of my ears.

"Do you know why I love to give you a proper kaan dola, baba?" Rubina asked while beginning to once again twist my ears. This time both of my ears were subject to her hands.

As I remained silent, she continued, "Pulling your ear is a very effective punishment. It makes you understand your mistake easily. And also -- it tells you that I am the boss here -- even if I am your maid servant!"

Rubina maintained a firm grip and my ears were now stinging as she pulled my earlobes. While Rashida pulled my ear as a small punishment, Rubina loved to do a proper job on my ears. When she was done, my ears were red hot. I also never knew which one I felt more embarrassed by -- a kaan dola or a slap -- a thappar -- from her.

"Time for some strict punishment." Rubina once again snapped her fingers. "Assume the position, baba. Over my lap!"

"Yes, amar priyo choto bua."

It was time.

I positioned myself over my petite maid servant's knees, across her lap in a by now all too familiar position. I was a little bit clumsy, and I could hear her exhale in irritation. A shiver ran through me as I felt her hands on my buttocks.

"Higher, Tarek." Rubina ordered, squeezing my naked buttocks.

"Yes, choto bua." I adjusted myself accordingly.

"I wanted to come and give you some release." Rubina taunted me, rubbing my left bum cheek. "I know you have not cum in two weeks. Yet, for not doing your chore, it's your butt -- your pasa -- that's going to feel my hands, not your tiny, tiny nunu!"

"Er ... yes, choto bua. I am sorry, my beloved choto bua."

Rubina squeezed my bum and patted it.

"Such a nice, big, pasa." She grinned. "You are a pleasure to punish, baba. Your pasa turns a nice shade of red whenever I am done."

"Er ... yes, choto bua."

As I lay in this humiliating position, my eyes fell on the bag on the floor. For a moment I felt Rubina's hands off my behind, and she was rummaging through the bag.

"Before I worked here, baba." Rubina told me, picking out something from the bag. "I used to work at a hair dresser's place in Kolkata as a very young girl. I knew I had some hairbrushes from back then that I had brought with me to this house. I found this bag the other day in my trunk."

I could see a small hairbrush in her hand. It was long, and slender, and had a wooden body.

"This is a styling hairbrush, baba." Rubina told me, rubbing the brush along the back of my legs. "We used a wooden brush as it didn't break easily. The cheap Chinese plastic ones kept breaking all the time."

I said nothing as Rubina continued to rub my back with the brush.

"Now..." Rubina told me. "Hold your position."

"Yes, bua."

Suddenly, without warning, she raised her hand and struck me with the brush.

WHAP!

"Ouch! Um ... One!" I counted. "Thank you, choto bua. I am sorry, choto bua. Please hit me again."

Rubina laughed. She once again pinched my butt cheek where she had just hit me.

"I am not your Rashida apa, Tarek." She told me. "I don't need your pathetic apology. Just stay silent until I speak to you. Cry if you wish."

"Er ... yes, my sexy choto bua."

Rubina patted my rear end. She seemed to be thinking.

"Actually," She then said, "I need you to keep a count. You don't need to count aloud but it's up to you. I will ask you from time to time about the count. If it's different from what I have, I will punish you more. Do you understand?"

"Yes, amar adorer choto bua."

"Good."

WHAP!

"Two." I silently counted.

WHAP!

WHAP!

"This is a nice brush." Rubina commented to herself, in between my spanks. "Nice and firm."

WHAP!

The punishment continued. Rubina hit me on the right butt cheek a couple of times, and then the left. She alternated like that until I had counted twenty.

"Ow!" I cried out, as one blow hit me particularly hard.

"Excuse me?" Rubina paused and her hand automatically cupped by stinging buttock, causing me to squirm. "Stop squirming! You should be used to this by now, baba!"

WHAP!

WHAP!

"How many times have you been here, baba?" Rubina took a small break. "Same position, same chair, same everything? You ... getting your pasa thrashed by me or Rashida apa?"

"Er ... too many times, my sweet choto bua."

"You are an embarrassment, baba. How many times do I have to punish you for disobeying me? You are going to learn baba. My hand and your pasa will be best friends this week."

"Er ... yes, amar shundor choto bua."

Rubina's hands lingered on my buttocks. I felt her gently caress my stinging bottom, before heading down to the crevice between my legs. I felt her fingers on my ball sack. She gave it one or two rubs, before she wrapped her digits around my shaft.

"A little hard, baba?" She asked, gently rubbing me.

I said nothing as she continued to stroke me. Once I was semi-hard, she let go of my penis and once again picked up her hair brush.

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"I am trying to help you, baba." Rubina remarked. "You will never be a good lover, but with discipline you can be a good and obedient husband."

"Yes, choto bua."

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"Does your ass hurt, baba?"

"Yes, amar priyo bua. It's completely sore and paining now, choto bua. I have learnt my lesson."

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"You think you are clever, don't you, Tarek, using your mother as an excuse to avoid your task?" Rubina asked me. "You think I am a fool?"

"Er ... no, absolutely not, choto bua."

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"Does it pain now, Tarek?"

"Ouch! Ouch! It's on fire, choto bua. Please, have some mercy. Please, bua! I have learnt my lesson."

Rubina paused, and I thought, mistakenly, that my spanking was over. Almost involuntarily my hands reached behind to soothe my smarting buttocks. Rubina immediately smacked my hands with her hairbrush.

"Stick your hands down!"

"Ouch! I am sorry, amar adorer mishti shundor choto bua. I thought ... I am sorry, I thought ..."

"You thought?!! You don't think!!" Rubina hissed. "You will be sorry if you touch your pasa again. Do you want me to break your fingers with this?"

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

"Now don't move again."

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"We have been spanking you for how long, baba? Three ... four years now? Do you think we maids have been wasting our time?"

"Er, no ... bua ... I ..."

"Yet, you don't seem to learn much, do you, Tarek?"

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

Rubina was spanking me almost absent mindedly. I knew when she got into one of those moods it could be a long punishment. I knew begging and pleading won't work with her, so I tried to make small talk. The longer she talked, the less spanking I would get.

"Bua." I managed to croak. "I wasn't actually thinking straight. I should have found the time and opportunity to do what you had asked me to do."

WHAP!

WHAP!

"Well, Tarek." Rubina grinned. "This spanking should help you concentrate and THINK more in the future!"

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"For an intelligent young man like you, Tarek." Rubina continued. "Is it that difficult to obey us and avoid getting spanked?"

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"Ow ... choto bua ... it hurts!"

Rubina paused again. This time, her hands squeezed my stinging right butt cheek, causing my immense pain.

"It's supposed to hurt, Tarek. Do you think it's supposed to tickle? Is it supposed to be FUN?"

"I am sorry, choto bua."

"It's not going to be pleasant, baba. It will hurt. And it will hurt more. You need order and discipline in your life, baba. We maids give you that. Spanking is your therapy."

"Er ... yes, choto bua."

WHAP!

WHAP!

"I don't want to see your pasa move even once, Tarek." Rubina admonished me.

"Y-y-yes ... choto bua."

WHAP!

WHAP!

Once again Rubina took a breather (and so did I!). Her hands gently went down to my genitals and she wrapped her fingers around my manhood.

"This is just a bed time reminder, baba." She told me, as she started to stroke me. "We will be doing this EVERY night."

"No, choto bua, please!" I begged. "I have learned my lesson."

"Shut up, Tarek! Till I say you have learned, you will get this. EVERY NIGHT. You can call it ... a night cap."

"Er ... yes, choto bua."

"Ok! Now stand up."

"Yes, choto bua."

I stood up. My knees creaked in sudden protest as I moved after being in the same position for so long. I hoped Rubina would not ask me the count of spankings -- I had long forgotten what the number was!

"Turn around. Your back to me." Rubina ordered.

"Yes, choto bua."

I stood up straight, my back to her. I could feel her hands examining her handiwork. My buttocks must have been a bright, crimson red with welts and bruises.

"You have a nice, red-pinkish butt." She told me gleefully. "Your big pasa is now hardened after so many spankings over the years, so it takes time to redden up."

Hope you are happy, Rubina, I thought to myself, but of course I didn't say it aloud.

"Er ... yes, choto bua." Was all I said in reply.

"Now turn around again, Tarek."

"Yes, choto bua."

As I faced her, I could not help but be intimidated by the aura of power that my tiny housemaid projected. She was seated on that chair, legs now crossed, a stern look on her face. I was standing in front of her, wondering what else I was going to be punished for. I was looking down at my feet, unable to meet her gaze. And of course, I was naked, having just being punished, so I was already feeling a warm sense of humiliation.

"Let's talk about what you did this morning." Rubina continued, in a cold voice. "Did you think I would not forget?"

I looked at her eyes for a moment. They were piercing ... and angry. A moment ago she was amusing herself by examining my buttocks, and I had thought I was done for the night. Clearly, I was in for more suffering.

"Bua. Amar adored choto bua. I am sorry, choto bua." I finally stammered. "I don't know what had come over me."

Rubina reached out and caressed the tip of my penis. With the slightest of her touch, my cock sprang to life and began to harden.

"I know what came over you, baba." Rubina offered, gently rubbing her forefinger up and down my hardness. "You started to think with your little nunu, rather than your brain."

Rubina slowly wrapped her dainty fingers around my testicles.

"I am sure, Tarek, not masturbating for two weeks had made you very naughty this morning." She said, as she kneaded my balls. "You are going to pay now for that, baba."

"I am so sorry, bua. Please, choto bua, forgive me. It was an accident."

I should admit here -- it was no accident.

Rubina had been dusting the pictures in our narrow hallway. I saw her with her back to me. Her ass wriggling so seductively in the thin sari she was wearing as she was dusting. So I decided to pass her in the hallway, gently brushing past her as I did so. My cock, hard, came in direct contact with her butt cheeks. Only the fabric of our respective clothes separated us.

I did apologize then and said it was an accident. Rubina had only narrowed her eyes then and said she would get back to me later. And then, later on, she had asked me to sweep the floor. And now, here I was, with my balls in her hands.

"Are you terrified, baba?" Rubina laughed, as she gently fingered my testicles. "Or ... oh, do you know what's coming to you?"

I decided to bite the bullet.

"I am so sorry, my dear bua. I will go over your knee again." I offered Rubina.

I realized the absurdity of the situation. My younger maid Rubina held my nuts in a vice-like grip, and she squeezed them again, causing me stinging pain, as I, her employer and master, offered to put myself over her knee for a spanking.

"You don't get to decide your punishment, Tarek." Rubina told me. "We maids do that."

"Er ... of course, choto bua." I quickly corrected myself. "I meant, do you want me to go over your knee, amar priyo choto bua?"

Rubina laughed.

"Oh no."

Rubina let go of my gonads and stood up. She then held me by the ear and led me, pulling my earlobe, all the way across the room to the dressing table. With one hand, she cleared some space from the top of her dressing table. She then took me to one side, and then positioned me so that I was partially spread and bent over the dressing table. My hands were placed flat and braced against the surface of the table while my buttocks were at the edge, ready for a thrashing. Rubina left my ear, and then moved her hand and patted my bottom.

"Your big red pasa looks nice and ready for a second round of hiding, baba." She told me, giggling to herself.

I heard her moving from behind me, as I lay in that humiliating position. Rubina bent over herself and I realized she was removing the sandal -- the chappal -- from her feet.

"Heads down." She told me.

"Yes, choto bua."

"And have your bottom up."

"Yes, choto bua."

WHACK!

WHACK!

"I don't want you to move!" Rubina hissed. "Stop squirming!"

"Yes, choto bua."

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

"Tomar lojja lagena, baba, jebhabe ami tomar pasa laal korchi?" Rubina taunted. What she said in Bengali was 'Don't you feel ashamed, baba, at how I am reddening your ass'.

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

Rubina continued to hit me with her chappal, spanking each butt cheek alternately. I had no choice but to grin and bear it, grimacing with each hit. Finally, after what must have been thirty swats, she took a break. I lay there, stunned, my buttocks stinging and on fire. I then felt a hand on my bottom.

"Do you like that, Tarek?" Rubina crooned. "You will love what I will do to you next."

"Er ... thank you, my adorer choto bua."

"Oh my!" Rubina laughed, caressing my smarting derriere. She gave my rump a gentle pat and said, "You are thanking me for making your pasa more laal. By the time I am done, Tarek, your pasa will be as red as a ripe tomato."

"Er ... thank you, choto bua." I gulped. "I am yours to punish, as you see fit."

"You are pathetic, baba." Rubina laughed and once again patted my butt. "What a nice big pasa you have! And what a good little slave boy you are! A perfect bitch! A loser as a man, of course, but a good bitch."

I remained in my humiliating position as Rubina went to fetch something in her cabinet. I heard her fumble around for a while, before she returned. There was something in her hand.

"I like this." She said, and I heard a snap sound in the air.

She had a belt in her hand! From what I could see out of the corner of my eye, it was a leather belt, doubled up.

"Tarek. Tarek." Rubina shook her head, irritated. "How many times should I tell you! Bottom up. Head down. Don't let me tell you again, Tarek."

"Yes, choto bua. I am sorry, my priyo choto bua."

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

"Legs spread out, more, baba!" Rubina ordered. "I want to see your buttocks spread out. Nice and rosy."

"Yes, choto bua."

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

"Bottoms up! Keep your head down!"

"Yes, choto bua."

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

I was crying now. Tears were freely flowing down the side of my cheeks. When Rashida punished me, I cried when I felt like crying, but with Rubina, I tried to hold out as long as possible. Strangely, I felt that if I managed not to cry while she spanked me, I would at least maintain some respect in front of her. Sadly, today I could not hold out. It started as a sniffling cry but soon turned into all out bawling.

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

"Stop crying like a sissy." Rubina said in a disgusted voice. "You should be ashamed of yourself. Get up! Stand up!"

"Y-y-yes, choto bua!"

I stood up. Rubina pinched my earlobe and turned me around to face her. Her hands then went down to my genitals.

"Hmm. Your dick is hard." She commented, running her hand up and down my manhood. "And your balls are getting bigger. Full of cum, aren't you."

I didn't say anything as Rubina continued to fondle me. Then she asked me another question.

"Did you get hard as I was belting your pasa?"

I didn't get a chance to reply as Rubina once more caught hold of my ear. Pulling me by the ear, she led me back to the chair in the centre of the room. Leaving me alone, she sat down on the chair and crossed her legs.

"Now, over my knee." She commanded.

"Yes, choto bua." I acquiesced to her order.

"Bottom up!" She said, caressing my butt once more. "Don't squirm."

"Yes, amar adorer choto bua."

Rubina raised her hand and brought it down crashing against my already tinged butt cheeks.

SPANK!

SPANK!

"I don't ..."

SPANK!

"... like ..."

SPANK!

"... perverts like you ..."

SPANK!

"... to get horny from going ..."

SPANK!

"... over my knee ..."

SPANK!

"... but I have to correct you ..."

SPANK!

"... like Rashida apa told me to."

SPANK!

"Sadly that involves ..."

SPANK!

"... you going over my ..."

SPANK!

"... Knee ..."

SPANK!

"... sometimes."

SPANK!

"You disgust me."

SPANK!

"NOW STAND UP! I don't want your little nunu in contact with my knees anymore!"

Awkwardly I stood up. My knees were almost like jelly, hardly working properly at first since I was in that humiliatingly subordinate position for so long. I stumbled, and my maid caught hold of my and made me stand in front of her, with my back to her.

Rubina then tapped against my back inner thigh.

"Spread your legs slightly, Tarek."

"Er ... yes, choto bua."

Rubina reached down and caught hold of my dick.

"What is this, Tarek?"

"Er ... it's my dick, choto bua."

"The correct answer is that it's your little nunu, Tarek. Do you understand?"

"Yes, choto bua. It is my little nunu."

"It seems a bit hard. Are you horny after that spanking, Tarek?"

I had noticed that recently Rubina was now increasingly calling me by name, and less by the respectful term 'baba'.

"Er ... yes, choto bua. You ... are very ... sexy, choto bua, when you punish me."

"Why, thank you, Tarek. I feel very sexy when I see your big pasa so red, Tarek."

Rubina let go of my manhood, and then spit into her palms. Several times. Then she took hold of my penis again and rubbed her saliva on it. Rubina then pulled my penis back slightly and then started to rub it.

"Oh, choto bua." I murmured. "That feels nice. Thank you."

"I can see my spanking has made you learn politeness." Rubina laughed.

I didn't say anything, but continue to enjoy the sensation as Rubina slowly stroked me to maximum hardness.

"I think I will make you cum after all." She told me, as she slowly ran her fingers up and down my shaft.

"Oh... thank you, amar shundor choto bua."

She was bending my cock back and masturbating me from behind. As I got harder, I realized why she was doing this. In this position I was very vulnerable as both my ass and balls are easily accessible to Rubina.

The more my maid pulled my cock back the more I pushed my ass out towards her to ease the strain. This position also made it impossible for me to pump my penis against her hand so Rubina was in full control of what stimuli I received. I would cum at her command.

"When you cum today," Rubina taunted me, "know that masturbation is all you deserve, because you are inferior. You are an inferior masturbator. You are a loser, Tarek."

"Er ... yes, choto bua. I am sorry, choto bua."

"Losers masturbate, winners fuck." Rubina continued. "Masturbate, loser. You may as well. You'll never get laid. You don't deserve to. You are inferior."

"You are correct, choto bua."

"OK, you can cum now, Tarek."

It took me less than a minute, but I shot a huge load as I erupted. There was cum all on her hand, my legs, her feet, on the floor, everywhere. When I was done, Rubina rubbed her hands against my buttock and then snickered.

"Get out, baba. Take your clothes and go."

"Yes, choto bua."

"And I will see you tomorrow. TOMORROW."

Gulp!

I could not wait for Rashida to get back from her vacation!

---

I didn't know why my chunky maid servant Rashida was sad.

My chubby, friendly, buxom housemaid wasn't smiling as she usually did. She was doing her chores, mopping the floor in the living room, but her eyes were downcast, and she seemed distracted. There was a look of melancholy on her.

All the more surprising because it was her birthday. Well, let me start the story from last night. This morning, Rashida's birthday, is a Tuesday morning, so last night had been a Monday night (well, duh).

Like all Monday nights, I was in her room when the clock had struck twelve. Of course, my portly maid was on a chair in the middle of the room and I was on her lap, face down, over her knees. I was stark naked, as usual, trying to keep myself from bawling my eyes out as her big hand struck my very sore bum again and again and again.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Thirty-three!" I counted faithfully. "I am sorry, bua. I am not going to give Farida apu any more chance to complain, bua. Please spank me again, bua."

"Baba. Baba." Rashida snorted derisively. Her hand gently rested on my aching buttocks, which were now crimson red from her spanking. Her fingers gently traced the outline of my derriere, examining her handiwork.

"Farida is the maid servant next door." She told me. "And my dear friend. You know that."

"Yes, bua."

"And you are my slave. My kutti - bitch boy. You know that."

"Er ... yes, bua. Of course, bua. I am your slave, bua. I am your dog. Your bitch. Your slave, bua."

"Then why would Farida have the chance to complain about you to me? That when she was visiting me, and you tried to pass her in the hallway, you actually brushed against her? Why?"

"I am sorry, bua. It was an accident, I swear!"

SPANK!

That was a particularly hard one.

"Thirty four!" I counted faithfully. "I am sorry, bua. I will personally apologize to Farida apu, bua. Please spank me again, bua."

"She told me," Rashida complained, "That she could actually feel your hardness against her bum! You know we maids are not that rich, and our sarees and our petticoats are made of very thin material, so you rub yourself against our bottom, your little nunu all hard, we know very well what you are doing!"

"It was an accident, bua." I repeated. "I was going, and I turned suddenly as I forgot something, and she was also walking at the same time, and then ..."

SPANK!

This time the blow landed even harder and left me gasping for a moment with the stinging pain on my left butt cheek.

"Thirty five!" I enumerated. "Bua, I am so sorry Farida apu feels I did this on purpose, bua. Please spank me again, bua."

"I couldn't believe it when she told me." Rashida said. Her hand once again squeezed my buttocks, causing me to yelp. Rashida ignored my protest and continued to squeeze and pinch my sore bottom. "I wanted to spank you right then in front of her, but your mother was home and so I couldn't."

SPANK!

"Thirty six!" I counted. "I am so sorry, bua. Ami shotti lojjito. I know I have caused you to be embarrassed, bua. Please spank me again, bua."

"Farida, Zarine, Ruksana, Shabina, Lamia ... they all know you are the slave boy of Rubina and me." Rashida told me. "You know that. We all expect you to be well trained by now, after years of being in our service, isn't that so?"

"Er ... yes, bua."

"And even if it wasn't an accident, as you claim, why were you hard when you brushed against Farida? She could actually feel your little dick poke her between her butt cheeks."

"I ... I ... er ..."

SPANK!

"Thirty seven!" I continued to count. "I am very sorry bua that I let you down. Please spank me again, bua."

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

Suddenly we could hear the big hallway grandfather clock start to chime. It was midnight, and Rashida paused as the clock struck twelve times. Just in time, I realized what the date was.

"Bua." I tried to speak in a dignified voice, as opposed to the humble and meek manner I had been counting my spanking and apologizing for my behavior. It's hard to be dignified when you are lying naked on your maid servant's lap and getting a thrashing on your bum from her, but I tried. "Bua, can I say something?"

"What is it, Tarek?"

"Bua," I said. "Happy birthday, my dear bua. Shubho jonmodin, amar prio bua."

"Oh." Rashida's hand had been raised, and she was just about to spank me again. But then she realized what I had just said. "Oh ... baba, why, thank you! Thank you for remembering! It is my birthday!"

Her hand came down and rested on my posterior, gently caressing it.

"How did you know it was my birthday, baba?"

"I HAVE to know, bua." I told her. "You know I love you, right, bua. I have told you so many times how much I love you, bua. And therefore the least I can do is remember your birthday, my dear bua."

Rashida laughed. Her hands once again squeezed my bum.

"Yes, I know you love me, Tarek. I am the object of your desires and the subject of your fantasies, eh, baba? I know you masturbate to thoughts of me. You would do anything for me?"

"Yes, bua. I would do anything for you. Anything, and I mean it, bua. I love you."

"Spoken like a true slave to his mistress." Rashida lightly patted my rump, and also succinctly put me in my place. Yes, she knew I loved her, and she was my maid servant, but she was also my mistress, and I was her slave. I was to her no more than a submissive boy who meekly obeyed every command of hers and submitted myself to her punishments. My love for her was one way.

"So," Rashida's hands rested seductively on my red bottom. "Did you get your mistress -- your maid servant -- anything for her birthday?"

"Yes, bua." I told her. "I will give it to you in the morning."

"Alright." Rashida gently jiggled my butt cheeks. "Which number were we at?"

"Er ... forty, bua."

"OK. I am going to give you four more to make it an even forty four. I was going to spank you far longer, but I decided to have some mercy on you. What do you say?"

There was only one right answer.

"Thank you so much, my dear bua." I mouthed. "You are my mistress, my bua, so it is your right to punish me as you wish, bua. I am happy though, my dear bua, that you decided to show some mercy and forgive me, my beautiful and lovely bua."

Rashida didn't usually pay much attention to any flattery, but this time I noticed a smile on the corner of her lips as she raised her hand again.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

The final four hits were the hardest, and my already stinging buttocks were on fire.

"Alright." Rashida patted my butt. "Stand up. Here ... no, stand by my side, you idiot! Hands to your side."

"Yes, bua."

I stood to Rashida's side as her hands slowly made their way to my testicles.

"You are going to graduate soon, baba." Rashida told me, starting to rub my balls. "Have you thought of what you want to do after?"

"Not really, bua." I told her, getting hard, as she continued to play with my scrotum. "I know I have to look after the family business. That's what my family would want."

"Yes." Rashida's hand went from the balls to my rapidly hardening penis. "I think your father wants to send you to Delhi to manage the new branches of the shop there."

"Er ... yes, bua." Rashida was rubbing me hard, and I was slowly approaching a point of no return.

"You should go to Delhi." Rashida told me. "And your mother will want to send a maid to take care of you. You should ask for me to go with you, rather than Rubina. Since Rubina is a young girl and I am the older lady, she is more likely to send me anyways. Besides, if Rubina gets married soon, she won't be living here anymore."

"Of course, of course, bua. I will ask Mummy to bring you with me. I would love to have you with me in Delhi."

"You sure would." Rashida increased the pace of her stroking. "You and me ... all alone to ourselves in Delhi ... all the time! What's not to love! I will be spanking you every chance I get!"

I couldn't hold it any more. It was just too much. The thought of living alone with Rashida just put me over the edge. I erupted like a volcano, my cum gushing everywhere.

* * *

I stood in front of the mirror in my room, arching my back to glance at my buttocks.

They were bright crimson red, of course. There were loud red lines where Rashida's big hand had repeatedly met my derriere, and some light bruising. My whole ass was still on fire, stinging, even after I had applied a cooling cream on it. Rashida's spanking had been very thorough.

It's been five years now since my maid servant had started to spank me, I reflected. Five years ago when she had caught me masturbating, and then punished me for it. And started making me her "bottom". Over these five years, I had submitted to my mistress in many different ways, some more depraved and disgracing than others. I was literally her slave, to be used by her as she willed, and her slightest wish was my command.

Sometimes I wondered how it was possible that I had kept this secret from my parents in the last five years. Yes, they went to bed early like clockwork and yes, they both had times where they were away at conferences, but the maids had also started to become pretty brazen and bold in their domination of me.

Rubina would sometimes come to my room during the day time, lock the door, strip me naked and proceed to punish me, slapping and spanking me until I was a slobbering mess and my ass was on fire. She had a special fetish for slapping me, and my cheeks would have red streaks when she was done. Yet no one seemed to notice.

Rashida was more circumspect. She punished me when I did something wrong, and her punishment almost always fit the crime. Like the one I just had right now.

OF COURSE I was guilty! I had seen Farida in the narrow hall, and immediately I gave in to my temptation. I stroked my penis and made myself hard, and then brushed past her in the hallway, poking her in the back with my dick and rubbing myself, albeit briefly, against her buttocks. Only after I had done it did I realize that I might be in deep trouble with Rashida.

Rashida took those infractions very seriously. There was a small circle of her friends where she made it known the exact relation she had with me, the son of her employer. Farida -- the maid servant in the house next to ours. Shabina, the vegetable lady who delivered fresh produce from the market. Zarine, a young lady, a friend of Rubina's, and the daughter of the owner of a small stall down the street. Lamia, an associate of Rashida's from her village. Ruksana, another vendor down the street.

All these lower class women knew fully well that I, the scion of a wealthy and powerful family, was in reality the slave boy of my own maid servants in my own house. And that these maid servants, whenever they wished, would just strip me nude and do what they wanted to with me. I was to treat them just like I treat Rashida and Rubina. So when I had misbehaved with Farida, I knew I was in for a proper punishment.

* * *

The next morning, I woke up around ten. My buttocks were still a little sore from the previous night's spanking, but thankfully Rashida had stopped spanking me once I had wished her on her birthday. I went to the washroom and did my thing. Afterwards I dressed in pajamas and a T-shirt and went down to the kitchen from breakfast.

I overheard my mother talking to Rashida in the kitchen, while Rubina was also there, busy chopping something, so I stopped outside the door and listened in.

"Rashida, today it's your birthday." My mother told the maid. "Feel free to take the afternoon and evening off. Rubina will be here to do the work."

"Thank you so much, memsaab." I heard Rashida say. Was it my imagination or was there a note of sadness in her voice? Rashida continued, "If it's OK with you I would rather stay home today and work, memsaab. I have no plans."

"Ah ... I see ... of course."

My mother, like a typical Indian lady, did not care too much about her servant's birthday beyond the usual pleasantries. She had wished her and offered her half a day off, and that was enough. Mom probably had given her a little baksheesh -- some cash tip -- as present as well.

"Rashida. Rubina." I heard my mother call out to the two maids. "I am going to the study to work on some proposals for this new initiative our NGO is going to support. Make sure I am not disturbed, and bring me tea in an hour."

"Yes, memsaab." The two servants dutifully replied.

I waited, and saw my mother walk out of the kitchen and head towards the stairs, her back to me. She looked regal, as always, dressed impeccably in a chiffon saree and looking every bit the business woman she was. I heard her walk up the stairs and soon the door to the study was shut.

For some reason I didn't go in immediately, but decided to peek into the kitchen, keeping myself out of sight.

Rubina had a whole pile of vegetables she was washing, peeling and chopping before putting into Tupperware. Rashida was cleaning dishes before going to mop the floor. There was an air of melancholy in her, a tinge of sadness that seemed to be emanating from her. For some strange reason she was feeling quite down in the dumps, despite it being her birthday.

In the pocket of my pajamas was Rashida's birthday gift. Surely that should cheer her up?

"So, apa, you are not going to take the day off?" Rubina suddenly asked. "After all, it's your birthday. I can handle the extra work."

"No, I would rather stay and work." Rashida said. "I don't have any place to visit. Or any one."

"Hmm." Rubina wanted to say something, but then stopped. She resumed cutting her vegetables.

"So your marriage is almost fixed!" Rashida commented. "It's good to know, Rubina."

This was news to me! I knew my mother was trying to arrange Rubina's wedding, and had even looked at a few matches, but I didn't realize it was a done deal already!

"Yes." I actually saw Rubina blush. "Memsaab's been very kind. She has told me she plans to give Sajid a little nice sum of money so he can set up his own shop."

So the name of the groom-to-be was Sajid! I wondered what he did and how he met Rubina.

"Well it's a good thing memsaab was impressed by Sajid." Rashida remarked. "I knew she wanted you to marry that guard ... what's his name ... Wasim."

"I know." Rubina reminisced. "Wasim was good ... handsome ... tall ... but he had no ambition! He would be a guard forever! Sajid has studied till 9th standard ... and he knows a lot about cars. He works in that garage for 5 years now. With a little help from memsaab, I am sure he can open his own car repair shop."

"I agreed." Rashida nodded. "And I told memsaab she should go with Sajib as well. She listened to me."

Not for the first time I realized the enormous influence Rashida had on our family. I knew for a while she had my mother's ear, and Mummy would actually listen to Rashida's advise on many things, even including her own job.

For some time there was silence as the maids carried on their work.

"So do you know when the wedding is?" Rashida asked.

"Memsaab didn't say." Rubina answered. "Although I think she wants me married off as soon as possible. After all, I am a young girl ... and memsaab THINKS she has a young virile playboy stud son at home ..."

At this, both the maid servants burst out laughing. I felt mortified. They were making fun of me behind my back. I mean, they would insult me to my face as well, but it was sort of humiliating to think they didn't rate me as a virile young man.

"Well ... I hope this Sajid of yours is virile enough." Rashida teased the younger maid. "After all, you have plenty of experience in that area! With you fucking the gardener next door, fucking that guard in the wedding hall down the street, fucking the ..."

"Oh, apa!" Rubina blushed again. "Please don't shame me. Besides, I happen to know Sajid has a nice, long and beautiful cock!"

Rashida's eyes widened, and Rubina giggled.

"Don't ask how I ... er ... fucking know!"

I decided I didn't want to hear any more about this Sajid, and so with a grunt, walked into the kitchen.

Both the maid servants greeted me with a snort and a nod.

"Well, speaking of dicks ..." Rubina muttered dismissively in my direction. "Look who's here, apa."

Rashida turned to face me. Was it my imagination, or did she suddenly look a bit stern?

"You can sit at the dining table, baba." Rashida told me curtly. "I will have your breakfast shortly, but first we have to discuss something."

"Yes, bua." I replied, puzzled. What was there to discuss? I continued, "I also have something to give you, bua."

"Sit down first, Tarek." Rashida ordered.

I sat down, chastised by Rashida's cold rebuke. What was going on? Rashida came and stood next to me. Rubina continued to chop some vegetables but watched the scene out of the corner of her eyes. She had a sly grin on her lips.

I felt Rashida's fingers on my ear, and then felt my earlobe being pinched harshly between her forefinger and thumb. I felt my face starting to flush and go red.

"We heard a complaint about you from Zarine. She told us this morning." Rashida told me, twisting my ear. I blushed as Rashida continued to give me a kaandola (ear twist).

Zarine, as I had said, was the daughter of the paanwala who had a small stall down the street. She also worked as a part time maid on one of the houses down the street. Two days ago Rashida had sent me to fetch some items -- a bag of sugar and some apples -- from the stall. Zarine had been manning (or is it womanning) the store and I decided to flirt a little with her, despite the fact that she had seen me multiple times in the nude, and had punished me along with Rubina a few times. I had told her that she had eyes as beautiful as Moonmoon Sen, the famed Bengali actress.

Rashida gave my ear another sharp tug.

"You do not try and 'flirt' with our friends." My maid servant told me. "You are my slave, and therefore you are their slave. And slaves are to be seen and not heard, do you understand?"

"Er ... yes, bua. I am very sorry, bua."

"I will punish you properly now, before your breakfast." Rashida told me. She then dropped her hands from my ear and asked me, "Now what did you have for me?"

I had almost forgotten that I had a gift for her. So dominantly had she caught hold of my ear and scolded me while twisting my ear that I had been lost in my deference to her. I was still feeling extremely ashamed from her reprimanding, and felt very submissive towards her.

I got up to face my maid servant, and then much to Rashida's surprise, I went down on my knees. Kneeling in front of her, I told her, "Bua. I have a small birthday gift for you. I hope you do me the honour of accepting it, my mistress."

As both the ladies watched, amused, I took out the small box from my pocket and gave it -- rather, presented it -- to Rashida. She gave a small chuckle and opened it. Her eyes soon went up and her jaw dropped.

"Baba." She said. "This is an expensive gold necklace."

"Yes, bua." Still kneeling, I looked up at her. "I hope you like it, my lovely bua."

Rashida looked once more at her gift, and the closed the box. She had a smile on her face.

"This is a nice gift, baba. It's very thoughtful. I like it and I will accept it. Thank you."

"I am very happy you like it, my dear bua." I replied. I made a move to get up, but Rashida immediately gestured at me.

"Remain kneeling." She ordered. I acquiesced and went back to my position.

Rashida then turned around so that her back was to me. My chubby maid servant 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, Tarek." She ordered.

"Yes, bua."

Wordlessly, without any protest, as I had been trained to do by now, I immediately 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 buttocks 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.

Normally people come down to the kitchen in the morning and their maids give them breakfast. I come down and get to kiss and suck my maid servant's asshole.

Rashida's hand went back to my ear and started to give it a gentle twist, as I stood there, eyes cast downwards.

"Now, now, Rubina." Rashida turned to the other maid, while still pulling my ear. "I can hardly punish baba after he has given me such a nice gift, can I?"

Rubina chuckled.

"No, apa, you can't." She replied. "Also after the way he literally kissed and sucked your ass. But he is a little prick, isn't he? A little prick, WITH a little prick."

Both the maids laughed, even as Rashida held my ear in a vice like grip.

My spirits soared. So, does this mean I was forgiven? My hopes were to be dashed a moment later.

Rashida let go of my ear, and then walked to Rubina.

"You punish him. And make sure you punish him well."

* * *

Rubina led me by the ear to her room. All along the way she kept twisting and pulling on my earlobe. By the time we were in her room, and her door shut behind us, my left ear was bright beetroot red. The maids knew how to give me a proper kaandola, especially the young and sassy Rubina. She now looked at me.

"Strip." She ordered.

"Er ... choto bua, completely?" I asked. If she was going to spank me, she didn't need me to take off my T-shirt, did she?

Rubina responded by slapping me hard.

SLAP!

"Since when do you ..."

SLAP!

"... question my orders, Tarek?"

SLAP!

"I asked you to strip, Tarek, so strip! NOW!"

SLAP!

"I am sorry, choto bua, I really am." I replied, flustered.

Usually I wasn't used to being naked in their rooms early in the morning, especially if my mother was at home, but ... I had to remind myself. I was their slave boy. I was lucky to have two beautiful mistresses to serve. I got out of my pajamas, and then slipped the T-shirt over my head. I stood in front of her, completely naked, my dick limp but ready to get aroused.

"What do you want me to do, choto bua?" I asked her, obediently.

Rubina replied by reaching out and grabbing my other ear. She led me, harshly, to a couch in one corner of her room.

"Bend over. Hands on the couch."

"Yes, choto bua."

"Stick your ass up, Tarek. Now that's a good little bitch boy."

"Er ... yes, amar priyo bua."

"Good boy, Tarek! You remember to use those terms of endearment for me! You will get one less spank then."

"Er ... thank you, amar shundor bua."

"Now ... Tarek. What did you say to Zarine?"

"I am sorry, choto bua. I didn't really mean it. It was just a bit of fun."

"That's not what she told me, baba. You were trying to come on to her. Flirt with her."

"I am sorry, choto bua. I was telling her she has the eyes of-"

"You should know your place, Tarek." Rubina interrupted me. "You are a little bitch boy. And little bitch boys don't try to flirt with their mistress's friends. Do you understand, you loser?"

"Yes, choto bua. I do. I am sorry, I just ... it was just harmless fun."

Rubina tapped my buttocks with her hand.

"Stick your ass up! C'mon, Tarek. You should know this by now."

"Yes, choto bua. Amar bhalo bua."

Rubina patted my ass cheek. It was a loving caress, as she lightly squeezed and took in the sight of me humiliatingly bent over, naked, on her couch, ready for her chastisement.

SPANK!

"One. I am sorry, amar mishti bua, I didn't mean to flirt with Zarine apa. Please spank me again."

SPANK!

"Two. I am really sorry, choto bua, I didn't want to do anything wrong with Zarine apa. It was just a harmless joke. Please spank me again."

"You didn't want to do anything wrong, but of course you did something wrong, Tarek!" Rubina scolded me. "You will never flirt with Zarine again."

"Yes, choto bua. You are right, of course, choto bua."

SPANK!

"Three. I am sorry, amar shundor bua, I didn't mean do anything wrong. Please spank me again."

"You have moved, you imbecile!" Rubina hissed. "Now spread your legs. I want to see your little penis -- your chotto nunu --hanging below. Spread your legs!"

"Yes, choto bua."

SPANK!

"Four. I am sorry, choto bua, I will hold my position properly. Please spank me again."

"Your mom never spanked you. So, it has to be me and Rashida apa to do the needful."

SPANK!

"Five. I am sorry, amar mishti bua. I will make sure Zarine apa never complains again. Please spank me again."

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

Rubina started to spank me in earnest. Whenever Rashida gave her a free hand in punishing me, I knew I was in for a good and thorough beating. With each spanking she kept giving me instructions and scolding me for my impertinence. Occasionally she would squeeze my painful buttocks.

"You are a pleasure to spank now, baba. Your butt gets red very quickly now."

SPANK!

"Now stick your ass up. I want to see that small penis. Ass up!"

SPANK!

"Tarek, I love how quickly your ass gets red."

SPANK!

"Has Farida apa spanked you lately, baba?"

"Er ... no, choto bua."

SPANK!

"Did you jerk yourself lately, Tarek? I don't remember either of us giving you permission recently."

"No, no, my pretty bua. I haven't ..."

"Good!"

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Next time, Tarek, I should call Zarine over. She loves to see you getting spanked and all hot and horny."

"Er ... as you wish, choto bua. Your wish is my command, choto bua."

"You are a little prick!"

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Stick your ass out! I want to see that little nunu. Now hold this position!"

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

For the next twenty minutes it was a completely dominating and humiliating punishment session for me as Rubina thoroughly spanked me all over my buttocks, thighs, legs, in addition to giving me a proper kaandola and a generous dose of tight slaps to my cheeks. When it was all done, she made me stand in the corner for five minutes while she sat down on the bed, taking in the sight.

After five minutes were done, she snapped her fingers.

"Alright, baba." She said. "You can go now. Go to the kitchen and Rashida apa can give you your breakfast."

"Choto bua." I said, facing her, somewhat timidly, and still rubbing my sore buttocks. "Can I ask you a question?"

Rubina, lying regally on her bed, glanced at me haughtily, and then nodded.

"Go ahead, baba. What did you want to ask?"

"Choto bua." I rubbed my tender behind again, and continued, "Today is Rashida bua's birthday. Yet, I noticed that she is a little sad. Her face has a melancholy look to it. Why is that?"

Rubina sat up and raised an eyebrow. She glanced at me, contemplated my question and gave a wry smile.

"Baba! Come here!" She ordered.

Obediently I followed her command and stood next to her. Rubina raised her index finger of her right hand, pointed at her cheek.

"Kiss me." She commanded, tapping her cheek. "Here."

"Yes, choto bua."

Obediently, deferentially, like I had been taught, I placed my hands behind my back, leaned forward and touched my lips against the smooth, tight, soft skin of Rubina's right cheek. My dick twitched a little as I kissed her. It couldn't be helped; Rubina was now in the full bloom of youth, and she was a ravishing beauty, and I was kissing her cheek. After a peck, I stood up again.

Rubina then tapped her left cheek.

"Kiss me here now."

"Yes, my beautiful choto bua."

Again, I respectfully walked over to her left side, leaned in and gave her a reverential and platonic peck on the cheek. Once again my dick twitched as my lips touched her cheeks. When I stood up, Rubina had a slight smile on her lips. Her eyes went down towards my genital area. She reached out and caught hold of my manhood.

"Was your little nunu excited, baba," She remarked, wrapping her fingers around my hardness, "When you gave me a little kissipoo? Do you get all hot and horny when I ask you to give me a little chummah -- a kiss?"

"Er ... choto bua..." I couldn't help but stammer, as Rubina continued to stroke me. She had a wicked grin on her face. "You are a very beautiful woman."

"You get excited by just giving me a kiss, even after I have comprehensively spanked and humiliated you." She said.

"Er ... yes, amar adorer choto bua. I am sorry, I am such a loser."

"That you are."

Rubina continued to cruelly rub her fingers against my hardening penis.

"I am going to miss this little nunu." She said, tapping my hardness. "I am going to get married soon, and I will be going away."

"Oh." I said. I mean, I knew about this from overhearing the maids earlier, but I had to pretend this was new news. "Congratulations on your marriage being fixed, my beautiful choto bua! I will also miss you."

"Tell me something, Tarek." Rubina said. "If you had a choice of fucking me with this little nunu of yours, or your Rashida bua, who would you choose to fuck?"

There was no right answer to this. Rubina had a malicious smile on her lips as she mercilessly stroked my rock cock. I decided to tell the truth.

"You are very sexy, choto bua." I said. "Even thinking about you makes me go hard. Yet ... you know how much I love Rashida bua. I am in love with her. I would do anything for her. And ... um ... to her. I would love to fuck you, choto bua, but if given the choice between you and her, I would want to fuck her first, my choto bua ..."

My voice trailed off.

Rubina stopped stroking me, and looked up at my eyes. She then smiled.

"You are telling the truth, Tarek." She said. "Even though you know Rashida apa does not love you the same way you love her."

I cast my eyes downward.

"Yes, choto bua. I know."

"The reason she is sad," Rubina decided to answer my question. "It's very simple. It's her birthday. She is now thirty-seven years old. Or is it thirty eight? Anyways -- she is single, and lonely. There is no one in her life. She has spent her youth working as a maid servant, and she is probably going to die an old lady with no one to love. That is on her mind. This is why she is sad. Besides, even though I know she is happy for me, the news that I might be getting married soon might also be making her sadder because she is thinking about her own loneliness, you know what I mean?"

I exhaled, and then nodded.

"I guess so, my beautiful choto bua. I understand now." I replied. "But she shouldn't think she is lonely, and that no one will love her. I love her. I want to be with her. I can give her company. I can make her happy ..."

"You..." Rubina snorted derisively. "You don't count, Tarek."

I looked downwards again, crestfallen.

Rubina's hands then once more went towards my genitals. This time she 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 I was slapping you earlier, just half an hour ago, I could swear they were missing."

I didn't know what to reply, so I just stood there silently as she rubbed the base of my scrotum.

"Did you think you deserved those slaps, baba?" Rubina grinned and asked me, her fingers kneading my testicles.

"Er ... I ... I ... I don't know, amar priyo choto bua."

"I mean, all you did, baba, was flirt with a young lady. Yet, Tarek, for that, your maid servants decided to punish you. And you never protested at that decision, baba."

"Your wishes are my command, choto bua. I ... I guess I deserved those slaps."

"Then, baba." Rubina flicked a finger and sent a sharp jolt of pain through my nuts, "You probably did deserve those slaps. A loser like you has no right to flirt with a girl like Zarine."

"Er ... yes, of course, choto bua."

"Or even THINK of a woman like Rashida apa."

"Er ... yes, of course, choto bua."

Rubina let go of my nuts. She had had enough of me.

"Baba." She waved her hands. "Please put on your clothes. I don't want to see your little nunu. Infact I don't want to see you for some time. Your punishment is over. Wear your fucking clothes and get the fuck out of my room, you fucking piece of hagoo (shit)."

"Yes, choto bua. At once, choto bua."

* * *

It was 2 in the afternoon. My buttocks were still stinging, despite more than three hours having elapsed since Rubina had thrashed me. Every time Rubina had a free hand to punish me, I knew my pasa was going to pay for it. I resolved not to flirt with Zarine again. At least not in the near future.

I had just finished some of my studies. My final exams were soon to take place, in a month, and then I would be done university and my undergrad. It was almost hard to believe. My thoughts turned to Rashida. Something gnawed at me -- I wanted to help her, but how?

Suddenly things started to happen.

I got a phone call, and had to fetch Mummy.

My khala -- my aunt, her sister -- had just had a tiny car accident. Everything was fine, but my mother decided to pay her a visit. She told me to stay home and finish my studies.

My khala lived on the other side of the city, so it would be some time, perhaps night, before she returned. Maybe she would stay over there, as she sometimes did. My dad was of course in Bangkok and would be returning in a couple of days.

Suddenly I realized I was home alone with the two maids.

I had watched as Rashida had gone about her house tasks. She still had that sad look on her face, and she didn't say much. Even my gift hadn't really cheered her up as much as I had expected it to. Rubina didn't say anything much to her also, but merely went on the housework as well. When my father would return, there was going to be a big party at our place, so there was some housework to do.

My thoughts turned back to Rashida and her birthday.

I had been a slave to my housemaid Rashida (and Rubina) for over five years now. Every year I slavishly and religiously celebrated her birthday, but I couldn't remember a birthday where she had been in so much depression. I wondered how I could help her out of it. Usually spanking or punishing me, or using me as a toilet managed to put her in a good mood, but I had already been punished last night by her and this morning by Rubina, so I didn't know how much more caning my buttocks could take. Still, I considered going down to the kitchen and presenting myself to her. That should cheer her up.

Suddenly the telephone rang. It was my mother.

"Hi baby." She told me. "Looks like your khala has hurt her shoulder in the accident. It's not serious, but I will be spending the night here. I will be returning tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Mummy."

Once I ended the phone conversation, a small plan began to emerge in my head. I fleshed it out, and then sucked in my breath. This would require guts. I then went down towards the maids' bedrooms. I knew both were taking a rest in the afternoon, and I hoped Rashida wasn't sleeping.

Rashida was reading in bed when I had knocked on the door. I could see her as the door was ajar.

"Come in," She replied, when she saw me knocking. I entered her room.

"It's not a Monday night." Rashida told me, with a slight smile. "What are you doing here, baba? It's not time for me to spank and punish you."

I told her about my mother not coming home this evening, and a few other things Mummy wanted me to relate to her. Rashida listened to all of them and nodded. Then she cast a curious eye at me as I stood there.

"Baba. Was there anything else?"

"Bua." I gulped and swallowed my humiliation. "It is your birthday. And you deserve to be happy and smiling on your birthday."

Rashida kept a steely eye on me.

"And how do you, Tarek, propose to make your maid servant happy ... and smile?"

"Bua." I swallowed again, and continued, "I would like to take you out this evening on a date. A proper date at a nice restaurant that you like. And afterwards, bua, I would like to take you for a walk by Outram Ghat. It's a nice balmy evening, I am sure you will love it. And then ..."

"And then?"

"And then, bua," I gulped and continued, "When we are back home, I would like to offer myself to you for the night, bua. You can spank me, cane me, do whatever you want, bua. I will be at your service all night."

"ALL night?"

"Er ... yes, bua. ALL night."

"Hmm."

For some time Rashida didn't speak. I wondered if I had crossed my limits. Then suddenly she nodded.

"China Cottage, Quest Mall." She said, naming her favourite restaurant. "Try to see if you can get dinner reservation at 7 pm, Tarek. And then you can take me in a taxi there. And treat me properly like a real date. Not just your maid whom you are having mercy on."

"Er ... YES bua! OF course, bua! I will treat you like the best ..."

"Shh," Rashida shushed me. "And also, do remember, YOU submitted yourself to ME tonight. Do you know exactly just what I am going to do to you?"

I gulped. Again.

"Er ... no, bua, but I think I have an idea."

"It's been a while that I think you haven't been given a thorough punishment, baba. Yes, from time to time we spank you. We use the cane on you. Last night, for example, I punished you. And this morning, you got a proper whooping from Rubina. But these punishments are a result of your infractions. My question is, why should you even give us a reason to discipline you?"

"I am sorry, bua..."

"Sssh!" Rashida now walked up and stood directly in front of me. "You have been my slave for the last five years! You should be thoroughly trained by now! And yet ..."

Her hand went up and grabbed an ear. I felt the distinct tug as she pinched the lobe of my ear, and then twisted it.

"From now on," Rashida told me, "I will expect higher standards from you. I will tell you something just once. If I have to tell you more than once, you're getting a slap! Or even a spanking if I feel like it. Do you understand?"

It was hard for me to nod as she firmly held me by the ear, but I made an attempt anyways.

"Yes, bua. Of course, bua."

"Tonight, I am going to make sure you understand that. I will spank you very hard, tonight, baba. And you know what? You deserve every single smack, baba, and when my hand is too sore to go on, you're going to fetch me my cane and bend over a chair. And even then I won't be finished. After that you are going to give me that favourite hand brush of mine. And then you will be over my knee as I whack you with my chappal! Both of them! When I am done punishing you ... ALL NIGHT ... you are going to have a very, very sore buttock, that will be very, very, very red!"

Rashida let go of my ear and raised her hand.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Now off you go, baba. And make preparations for our date."

"Yes, bua."

I left her room. Chastised, but also giddy.

I have a date! I HAVE A DATE!

I.

Have.

A.

Date.

With my love.

My bua!

My sexy bua!

My big bua with the big buttocks and the big breasts!

My lovely, dominant bua!

MY LOVE!

* * *

It was 6ish in the evening, and I was changing. I was actually admiring myself in the mirror. Hard work at the gym was paying off and I loved what I was seeing.

Suddenly my day dreaming was broken by a sharp knock on the door of my bedroom. The knock was quickly followed by the door handle turning, and then the door was pushed open. It was Rashida.

"Baba, I need-" She was going to say something, but stopped when she saw me, fully nude, standing in front of the mirror. Her eyes narrowed.

"Baba." She asked. "Why are you naked?"

"B-b-bua." I stammered. "I was just getting ready, and about to change. We ... we ... we have a date, remember? In an hour? China Cottage -- I got the reservations, as I had told you."

"Hmm." Rashida beckoned at me with a curled finger. "Come with me. I need you to help get me ready. I need to go to the toilet."

"Er ... toilet?"

"Of course." Rashida harrumphed. "What are you ... short of hearing?"

She was not in a good mood. Yet.

"Er ... yes, of course, bua." I answered. "Should I put on my underwear, at least?"

Rashida walked up to me, calmly raised her hand and caught hold of my left ear in a vice grip. Her fingers pressed hard against my ear lobe.

"Baba. Baba." My buxom maid servant shook her head, as she twisted my ear. "How many times must you be this stupid?"

"Oww ... owww ... I am sorry, bua." I faltered and apologized, as Rashida pulled at my ear hard. "I wasn't thinking."

Rashida let go of my ear, and then raised her hand again. Knowing what was to happen, I presented my right cheek to her.

SLAP!

Rashida raised her hand and calmly slapped me, and with the back of her hand slapped me again on the other cheek.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

Rashida's six slaps were tight, fast and left my cheeks stinging.

"Ok, come with me." My maid servant commanded, turning around and starting to head out of the room.

My eyes followed the contour of her big back as she turned around. Her sari's pallu was to one side, and I could see a little bit of her back from the low cut angle of her blouse, followed by her big naked bare waist, before the petticoat and sari covered her big, bubbling buttocks. My cock stirred to life as I watched the sari dive in the cleft between her butt cheeks. As she started to walk, one ass cheek went up, while the other went down. With a sigh, a sigh of unremitted love, I started to follow her.

I walked behind her, following her, butt naked, all the way from my room through the house and on to the servants' quarters. I had done this "walk of shame" naked many times before, sometimes with Rashida dragging me by the ear, or sometimes Rubina even holding my turgid penis and leading me. Often it was late at night when everyone else was in bed. Now, since it was early evening, but thank goodness no one else other than her and Rubina was in the house.

Rubina was in the hallway, and she saw me, walking abjectly behind Rashida, naked, following my maid servant like a slave, and she gave a little smirk. As I walked past Rubina, my diminutive maid servant grabbed my buttocks and gave my buns a jiggle and a squeeze, before letting go.

"Have fun being your maid's toilet, baba." Rubina told me, before letting me go.

I followed Rashida into the maids' washroom. It had been recently renovated by my dad, so boasted tiles and a modern finish. Once we were both inside, Rashida turned, closed and locked the door.

"Sit on the commode, baba." She ordered. "And pee."

"Er ... yes, bua."

I sat down on the commode as my maid servant continued to look on. Parting my legs slightly, I pushed my penis down, and started to pee. Within moments, the golden stream hit the commode. Rashida watched, a small smile at the corner of her lips, as I urinated unabashed in front of her. I had a full bladder, and the urine continued to stream down, making a noise, all the while emphasizing my indignity and lowly status.

When I was done, I cleaned myself with water from the lota and some tissue paper, flushed, and then stood and cleaned myself at the basin. As I stood there, I felt Rashida's hands on my bum.

"Bend over." Rashida instructed me.

"Yes, bua." I complied.

"I can see Rubina has spanked you nicely in the morning." Rashida exclaimed, examining my bottom. "I can see the marks on your pasa. Tell me what she did to you."

It was extremely embarrassing to remain bent over in this humiliating position and recount how my younger maid servant had punished me, but I had to do it, and did it, even as Rashida constantly patted and caressed my buttocks during that time. By the time I had finished recounting, I was ashamed to realize I was sporting a small boner.

"Good." Rashida's hands moved forward and she played with my hardness for a bit. When I was rock hard, she let go of me and pointed to the standing shower area.

"Go and kneel down on the tiles, baba." She ordered. "You are going to be my toilet."

"Yes, bua." I knew what she had in mind. I went to the standing shower area, and knelt down on the cold, mosaic floor. I was facing the door and could see Rashida.

She started to strip. I just watched, my eyes rapt in attention.

No matter how many times I had seen my goddess Rashida in the nude, it was still a sight to savor and a moment to treasure. She first took off the sari, rolled it into a pile and then hung it from a hook on the door. The sight of her, dressed in only a blouse and petticoat, with her full big waist and her deep navel on her jiggling belly on display, was mesmerizing.

Rashida then started to unbutton her blouse, and then took it off. Her gigantic boobs, now barely held in place by a small bra, struggled to be free. She reached onto her back, unclipped the bra, and then flung it on another hook on the door. Her gargantuan melons, now free of any constraints, burst out free.

Oh, how pendulously her breasts swung! Firm, bouncy, big, erect, seemingly full of milk -- such vibrant breasts! Rashida saw my looking and gave another smile, and then reached down to untie the knot that held her petticoat together. Pretty soon, she was fully nude, in all her glory. Like many lower class working Indian women, she didn't shave often, so I could see a bush covering both her pubic area and her arm pits. Lovely, fluffy bush. Oh naked Rashida! How often do I dream of thee!

My lovely naked Rashdia got into the standing shower area with me. I was kneeling on the floor, looking up at her. She placed a leg on either side of me. I was now directly looking up at her lower genitalia.

"You ready to be my toilet, baba?" Rashida asked.

"Yes, bua."

Rashida lowered one hand. With two fingers separating the lips of her pussy, my maid servant began to pee. Wordlessly, obediently, slavishly, 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, and then on my face, into my mouth. I continued to take in each glob of her pee as her gush gently slowed down to a trickle, and then a splatter of a few drops.

When she was done, Rashida 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.

"Mmmmm." Rashida mumbled, as my tongue found its mark. Again and again I lashed out at her clit, quickly bringing her to an orgasm as I licked her clit, just like I had done many times before.

* * *

The waiter took us to a private booth. In my call to the restaurant, I had asked them to reserve a particular booth. Usually these were asked by guys when wooing their romantic interests, so perhaps the waiter was a little bit surprised, but I was a regular here and they probably thought I was here with my aunt. Once we were seated, he gave us the menus.

"We have an appetizer on special today, Sir." He told me. "Chicken corn soup. It's really good."

"Bring two, please." I said. I knew Rashida liked that soup -- whenever we got Chinese food to go, my mother would get that soup for her. "And leave the menus here, we will decide and then call you."

"Yes, Sir." He left. I turned to look at Rashida.

She was looking beautiful. She had taken off her coat and placed the shawl on the empty space on the booth next to her. I saw that she was dressed in a nice banarasi sari, probably one gifted to her by my mom last Eid. Her long hair was carefully done, combed straight, and fell down on either side of her face, touching her puffy cheeks. Her blouse was a little low cut, giving a hint of the lovely and large secrets it hid, while being classy enough, and she was wearing the necklace I had given her. Rashida didn't like makeup much -- and as a lower class woman she didn't have access to much, but I noticed she had used some minimal powder and a nice shade of lipstick, along with some kajal for her eyes. She looked ... what was the word ... radiant. She looked simply radiant.

"What are you looking at?" My maid servant -- the love of my life -- had caught me looking, and asked me with a smile.

"You, bua." I could not help but gush. "You look so pretty, bua. So beautiful. I am sure if you compare yourself to any of the ladies in this restaurant, you would be the most beautiful one."

Rashida smiled again.

"You are such an idiot, baba." She said. "You are just infatuated with me, and that's your little nunu talking. I am an old, fat, lower class servant lady."

"No, bua, you are not. Yes, I do love you, but really you are so pretty. So beautiful. So ... sexy."

Rashida grinned.

"Sexy? Tell me, baba, what's on your mind. What would you do to me if you could? When you masturbate to thoughts of me, what do you think?"

"Oh, bua." I blushed and looked down. "I can't tell you that!"

"Oh, do tell." Rashida encouraged me. "I promise not to punish you. After all, I am asking you. Let's say we are alone in my room, and I tell you that you can do whatever you want to do with me. To me. What would you do?"

Oh, what the hell, I thought. Let me go for it.

"Bua." I began. "I would begin by hugging you so tightly. My arms wrapped around your beautiful waist, my fingers resting on your bare skin. I would kiss your beautiful cheeks, bua. You lovely, chubby, fleshy cheeks. Then I would ..."

I stopped. I didn't want to continue, but I saw Rashida had a twinkle in her eye.

"Go on." She said.

"I would then take you to bed, bua." I told her. "I would love to do to you what any man wants to do with his beloved."

"Hmm." Rashida remarked. She couldn't say anything more as the waiter returned with a tray containing our bowls of soup, cutlery and glasses of water.

"Tarek. Order for both of us. You should know what I like." Rashida commanded me. "Let me see if you can."

"Yes, bua." I replied. Even in front of others she was dominating me!

I grabbed the menu and quickly ordered three dishes that we both liked. The waiter nodded and left. Rashida used a spoon and started on her soup.

"So, you call me beloved, eh." She remarked.

"Bua ..." I began to blush again.

"No, no. It's ok." Rashida looked at me. "So, you love me?"

"Of course, bua." I answered. "You know that. I have loved you for a long time. Ever since you first ... started ... to spank me. Bua, I love you with all of my heart."

"But, baba." Rashida decided to put me in my place as she enjoyed her soup. "You know how I treat you. You are my slave. My kutti -- my bitch. I beat you when I want to, slap you, piss on you, cane you, have my fun with you, and send you off when I am done with you. Why do you think of me as your beloved, baba?"

I nearly chocked on my soup, but I knew I had to reply. Part of the great thing about being a submissive was that I could just open up to Rashida without fear. Not only was I naked to her when submitting, but naked to her spiritually and emotionally as well. In true sense of the word, I had no secrets from her.

"Bua, I know that you can do whatever you want to me. I LOVE you. I submit to you unconditionally, of my own accord. I am your doormat. I am your whipping boy. I know my love for you is one way, but it is what it is. I love you, bua."

"And," Rashida continued to enjoy her soup as she prodded me with her words. "What exactly would you do to me in bed, baba?"

Once again I decided to go for it.

"Bua, I love your big breasts. I would kiss them. Suck on them. Play with them. Jiggle them. Then I would strip you naked and kiss you everywhere, bua. Your big boobs. Your thick lips. Your giant ass. Oh, I would love to kiss your huge ass and your choot -- your cunt. And then ... you know ... I would ... make love to you."

There was a little pause as we both tucked into our soup. Then Rashida looked at me, a twinkle in her eye.

"Is that why you love me, just to take me to bed? And once you are done, you will forget about me? That's lust, Tarek, not love. Is that all I am to you -- a piece of meat to be fucked?"

"No, bua, no!" I vehemently denied it. "My love for you has nothing to do with sex. I LOVE you. Spiritually. And yes, I am attracted to your body. Your lovely, beautiful, big body. I do want to make love to you, bua. I cannot deny that. Every day I dream of fucking you. Whenever I masturbate, bua, it is to thoughts of you. But even more than that, I love you for what you are. And what you mean to me. And ... um ... what you do to me."

We had to stop talking as the waiter came to clear our soup bowls and then bring the main entrees. The good thing about a Chinese restaurant was the fast service. As we began to take the food onto our plates and tuck in, Rashida spoke.

"Baba, I never told you about how I came to be in the service of your family, did I?"

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

"I was nineteen ... or twenty ... don't remember exactly ... when I started to work for your mother." Rashida recalled. "You were merely a toddler of three years of age then. Or two ... it's slipping my mind."

I remained silent and quietly ate some chilli chicken. Rashida meanwhile was tucking into some of the Hakka chow mein with relish. Then she continued her story.

"My father was an abusive man. He was a day labourer back in the village, working on the farms and other projects in and around our village. After the day's work, he would go with his Hindu friends and drink bhaang, even though it is haram, and get drunk. And then come home and take it out on my poor mother."

"Take. It. Out." I repeated. "What do you mean, Rashida? Would he ... um ... beat your mom?"

"My poor mom!" Rashida reminisced for a bit. "Her name is Dania, and she's one of the sweetest Bengali women you could imagine. Smooth, milky fair skin, almost like a Kashmiri girl, long hair, and sharp, prominent features. Even now, she's pushing seventy, but she looks no older than fifty. Sometimes, due to my ... er ... being fat, I look as old as her -- people often mistake us for sisters when we are together. Of course she has trouble walking a lot now, so there is that, but boy at one time she was a spunky young woman! And yet how cruelly my father treated her!"

"Er ... what exactly did he do, bua?"

Rashida shook her head sadly.

"My father is a big reason I grew up hating ALL men! He would slap my mother on the slightest pretext. He would hit her and beat her mercilessly at times. He was drunk all the time, Tarek. And he was a bastard. Even now my mother's cries sometimes haunt me."

There was a pause as I took in this story, and we continued to eat. Then Rashida picked up her story again.

"When I was eighteen, mother became pregnant again. By this time, my father was older, and couldn't work as much due to his deteriorating health, and he started to gamble as well. I had to drop out of school and help the family, so I began to work as a maid in the rich people's houses in the village. My father was still as cruel as ever, and this is the time I began to actively hate all men, simply because I had him as a role model. And then my employer in one of the houses tried to rape me."

"Oh, no!"

"Oh yes, Tarek. That is our lot as the poor service folk." Rashida said. "The malkin of the house wasn't there -- she had gone out to the market, and the husband tried to press me to go to bed with him. That was his big mistake. At that time, I had been angry at my father because he wasn't paying much attention to his pregnant wife. I was angry at having to drop out of school and work as a maid. I was angry that I had no friends. I was angry about my whole lot in life, and then there was this man trying to grope me. So, I snapped. I took out all my anger on him. I raised my hand and gave him a tight slap. I just let it all out in a violent smack on his cheeks."

There was a pause as we both refilled our plates and ate for some time. Then Rashida picked up her story again.

"He was shocked. I guess he never expected that me, a demure young servant girl, would be like this. But I slapped him again. And again. It was some hard slaps that left bright red marks on his cheeks. And he began to apologize, and I began to scold him for groping me. And I slapped him again."

"The next time I had to go to his house, I hesitated, but only for a little while. We really needed the money. This time, once again the malkin was away. But this time, instead of trying to rape me, the man apologized. I stood there, shocked and surprised, as he really, really apologized. And then I slapped him. To my surprise, I liked it. And even bigger surprised -- he liked it!"

"This actually became a sort of regular routine. Whenever I would go to clean his house, and his wife was in the washroom or in another room, this man would come to me, and apologize for his behavior and for having dirty thoughts of me. And I would slap him. And slap him hard. And he seemed to like it more and more -- and you know what? I got extra bakshish, or tips, from him. This was the first time I realized that I could take out my hatred of men on men, in such a way, and actually get paid for it. I didn't realize it then, but this man was my first submissive. And me -- I am a dominating woman at heart. A woman who likes to beat men and punish men for fun. Soon I was spanking him, and then beating him, caning him, and so on."

Once again there was a pause as I took a third helping. I also began to understand a lot of Rashida's background, and a lot of our relationship now was making sense. This is why Rashida was so comfortable when she first started to spank me and slap me and punish me. She had done this to other men before. It came naturally to her. She was a natural dominant.

And this is why Rashida never returned my love. She grew up hating men. ALL men. So in reality, she wasn't rejecting me. She just wasn't interested in any men. So ... was she a lesbian then?

"Bua." I interjected. "May I ask you something?"

"Sure, baba."

"In this time, did you ever have any romantic interest? A boyfriend? A lover?"

"Hmm." Rashida pursed her lips. "I am not a lesbian, if that is what you are thinking."

As usual, Rashida was too smart for me.

"I did have a couple of flings." Rashida continued. "But ... then after my sister Tamanna was born, and my father's health worsened. Before my sister was even six months old, he died. And my mother dutifully cried at his funeral, but all I could feel was more hatred. And that he had left us with a lot of debt and no sustainable future. With my mother forced to stay home to care for my baby sister, there was only one option left for me. I had to go to the big city, to Calcutta, and seek a job there. A maid there would earn much more than a cleaning lady back in the village. And so I came to Calcutta when I was eighteen and half, or just shy of my nineteenth birthday, I think, and soon I was working for your family."

As she finished, there was a pause as I took in her story. It was riveting, listening to her experiences of a harsh life, and I wondered if my own family knew the background of their maid who had been working here for 19 years now. She had started when I was three and she was eighteen (and half, or nineteen ... she didn't remember), and now I was twenty two and she was thirty seven (or thirty eight ... though I think her passport age was thirty seven).

Something else started to click. There was a story here. Another story. A family secret. Something vaguely knocked at the outer layer of my consciousness. I was aware of something, but only on a subconscious level. I wanted to follow that train of thought, that hidden story, but right now I was infatuated with Rashida. And her story.

Soon our dinner was done, so I asked Rashida if she wanted some dessert. I told her the cheesecake here was very good, and she wanted to try it, so I ordered a couple of slices for her and myself.

"Bua," I asked her, as we waited for the dessert to come. "In all these years, why didn't you ever marry? My mother told me countless of times that she tried to arrange one for you but you didn't want to."

There was silence for some time. I wondered if I had asked a deep personal question that I shouldn't have. I was just about to apologize when I saw Rashida smile and nod.

"Baba, I don't marry because I cannot have a child." She stated.

I looked at her, in shock. Rashida was infertile! I never knew!

Was that the family secret? No, that wasn't it. There was something else. Something still gnawed at me.

"Yes." Rashida ruefully nodded. "Once, in my early days in the city, I was crossing the street. I didn't look -- and there was a car coming. Before I knew it, it had hit me, and I was flying through the air. Next thing I knew, I was in the hospital. And do you know what, it was your father who had brought me to the hospital. Your father was driving right behind the car that hit me, and he had seen the accident. When the driver who hit me fled, your father and your mother took me in their car, and brought me to the nearest hospital. Apollo General."

So that was how Rashida had met my parents! I remembered this now. I had heard the story of the accident before. And something else. Something that was now becoming clear.

"I was there for a few weeks." Rashida recalled. "Your parents paid the bills -- kind souls. When they released me from the hospital, your father gave me a job here at your house. You were a toddler, and your mother needed a maid, and I was a good fit."

"And that accident ..." I mouthed, "That accident made you ..."

"Yes." Rashida nodded. "I cannot ever have a child. So now, whenever there is a marriage proposal, as soon as they find that out, the proposal disappears. Now that I am crossing thirty seven, marriage is probably out of my destiny, sadly."

So that was why she was sad. Now it all made sense.

Yet, she just spoke of destiny.

Marriage is probably out of my destiny, sadly, she had just said.

No, it isn't bua. It isn't. I am your destiny. I can be, and you don't even know why. I know.

"Bua." I nervously gathered the courage and told her. "You know that I love you. I really, really love you, bua. My love for you hasn't changed at all, even knowing that you can never be a mother. And I will do anything ... any thing ... for you. Even ... marry you."

Rashida looked at me. It was a curious glance, a questioning glance. For the first time in five years, I saw something in the way she looked at me. Yes, she still looked at me with disdain, but there was something else. Something reflected in her eyes as she pondered my words.

My reverie was interrupted as the waiter returned with the dessert. The cheesecake slice looked really sumptuous, and there was a nice round red cherry on top bathed with some even more red syrup.

"Tarek." Rashida grinned and picked up her spoon. "When we return home, and by the time I am done with you for the night, your ass will be glowing even redder than this cherry."

I gulped.

* * *

As we entered the house, Rashida turned to me. She slowly raised a hand and grabbed hold of my left ear.

"Tarek." She said, twisting the ear painfully. "I am going to punish you tonight. Properly and thoroughly."

"Er ... bua." I grimaced, as she tightened her hold on my ear. "I am your obedient and loyal slave, bua. I am your kutti -- your bitch."

"Good." Rashida continued to pull and twist my ear, before letting go. "I need you to follow my instructions properly."

My ear was already burning.

"Yes, bua."

We shut, locked and then latched the front door.

"You will go to your room," Rashida ordered. "And remove all of your clothes there. I want you completely ulongo -- fully naked."

"Yes, bua."

This part was obviously no surprise. Whatever Rashida wanted to do with me, she wanted me in the nude.

"Then, baba," She continued. "You will go to the kitchen and get me a fresh glass of cold water."

"Yes, bua."

"Make sure the glass is clean." She said. "And the water should be ice cold. But no ice cubes in it."

"Yes, bua."

"I will be in my room, so come there after you get the water."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida turned and started to walk to her room. I stood there in my spot, watching her from behind. Her sari, wrapped graciously around her chubby body, couldn't hide her big bum, which jiggled and swayed from side to side as she walked away. Oh, how I wanted to bury that face in that buttocks of hers! Oh, how I wanted to sniff her asshole, and lick and kiss her bum, and worship those feet.

I went to my room and started to strip. Off came my upper clothes and then my pants. Down came my underwear. I was now completely, and utterly, naked. And vulnerable. Thank goodness my parents were not home!

I quickly walked to the kitchen. I opened the cabinet where the maids kept cleaned glasses and picked one. Examining it to make sure there was no dirt, I rinsed it, and then grabbed a bottle of Bisleri mineral water from the fridge. It was nicely cold. Opening the bottle, I filled up the glass, and then placed the water bottle back into the fridge.

Carrying the glass carefully and slowly to avoid any spills, I walked all the way past the hallway, the dining area and into the servants' quarters. The house was eerily quiet. Rubina must have been fast asleep.

I paused outside of Rashida's door. It was shut. Cautiously I knocked on the door, gently.

"Come." Rashida's regal voice beckoned me in.

Carefully opening the door, I walked in ... and then I nearly dropped the glass!

Rashida had taken off her sari. And her blouse. She was dressed in only a bra and petticoat! Her bra, as always, was too small, and struggled to contain her big melons. I could see the outline of her areole as her boobs jiggled and wrestled with each other. Quite a lot of her body was on display, including her ample tummy, her deep navel and all of back. Her petticoat was just below her jiggling stomach, so all of her big waist was visible.

"What are you looking at, baba!" Rashida grumbled. "Close the door and come on in. One would think you had never seen me naked."

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

"And why are you standing there with the water!" Rashida thundered. "If I am your queen, as you often say, then kneel down and present the water to me!"

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

I knelt down and held the glass up with my hands. Rashida came and took the glass from me and started to drink the water. She finished it within a few gulps.

"Good." She remarked. "It's clean and the water is cold."

I remained kneeling on the floor. Rashida walked to a side table and placed the glass there, and then she dragged a wooden chair to the middle of the room, before sitting down on it.

"Come here and kiss my feet." She ordered.

"Yes, bua."

For the next ten minutes I was in heaven. I bent my head down and kissed my maid servant's bare feet. I made sure to pay proper homage to her, kissing and sucking each toe, and licking the space between each toes, making sure there was no dirt or sweat left on her feet, giving little nibbles to her heel, and smooching at her ankles.

"Alright, baba." Rashida snapped her fingers. "Enough."

"Er ... yes, bua."

Rashida gently bent down and reached out with her right hand. My left ear was soon in her vice like grip as she twisted it.

"Ouch!" I could not help by yelp as she pinched my earlobe hard.

"It's way past your bed time, baba." Rashida told me, giving me a proper kaan dola. "And yet here you are, in your maid servant's room, naked and kneeling, you naughty little boy!"

"Yes, bua."

"And what is your reason for not being in bed now, baba?" Rashida continued to painfully pull my ear.

"Er ... bua." I didn't know what to say. "I was out on a lovely date, bua. With a lovely someone."

"Hmmph!" Rashida snorted. "Say it like you mean it, baba."

She gave my ear another sharp twist.

"Bua." I gathered my thoughts. "I really love you, bua. I love you with all of my heart. I am your slave, your bitch, and I will do anything for you. And this is why I was thrilled to go out on a date with you, my love. And this is why, bua, I am not in bed now."

"Is that so, baba?"

I said nothing as Rashida let go of my left year, and then reached out with her left hand to grab my right ear.

"Why did you flirt with Zarine, baba?" She asked me, as she started to pull my right ear.

"I am sorry, bua. Ow!"

"Sorry isn't good enough, Tarek." Rashida twisted my ear sharply. "If you are really in love with me, as you claim to be, you shouldn't be looking at any other woman."

"Er ... yes, bua. I will not flirt with her, bua."

"You get distracted so easily, Tarek. Even today, when you were at that restaurant, you sneaked a couple of looks at that young waitress. You thought I didn't notice you ogling her?"

"Er ... I am sorry, bua."

SLAP!

Rashida had let go of my ear, raised her hand and had calmly slapped me.

"Do you know why I slapped you, baba?"

"Er ... no, bua."

SLAP!

"The right ..."

SLAP!

"... answer ..."

SLAP!

"... is that you will never flirt with or EVEN LOOK AT another woman, EVER AGAIN!"

SLAP!

"Not just Zarine. Not just any waitress."

SLAP!

"ANY woman!"

SLAP!

"Your entire focus, your entire devotion, your entire objective -- should be me!"

SLAP!

"Do you understand, baba?"

SLAP!

I fervently nodded.

"Yes, bua. I am very sorry, bua. You know I love you, bua."

SLAP!

"Now get up, Tarek. Come and stand in front of me."

"Yes, bua."

My knees creaked a bit as I stood up. I had been on my knees for almost half an hour.

"Good." Rashida commanded. "Now turn around. Place yourself on my lap, and over my knees."

"Yes, bua."

As I lay across her knees, my penis buried between her big legs, Rashida caressed my buttocks.

"Your pasa is nice and smooth, baba." She commented. "Soon it will be very red."

"Er ... yes, bua. I submit my pasa to you, bua."

"Shut up, baba."

SPANK!

The blow had been fast, sudden and quick.

"Over the last couple of weeks," Rashida said patting my bum, caressing the area she had just hit, "I had to discipline you for many things, Tarek."

SPANK!

"Trying to hump my friend Farida. Flirting with Zarine. Leaving the toilet seat up and peeing outside."

SPANK!

"I am so sorry, bua."

"You should be trained in these things by now."

SPANK!

Rashida continued to spank me in earnest. I had prepared myself all day for this, so was ready for it as she started to whoop my ass.

SPANK!

"Have you been a good boy, baba?"

"Er ... I think so, bua."

SPANK!

"Do good boys get a spanking, baba?"

"Er ... no, bua."

SPANK!

"And so, how are you a good boy, baba?"

"I am sorry, bua."

Years of being her slave and subject to her punishments weekly had made my buttocks quite tolerant, and I was now used to severe spankings from her, so initially it didn't matter.

SPANK!

"If you are a proper good boy, baba, why do I spank you? Do you think I have lots of time to waste?"

"I am sorry, bua. I know I am still not perfect in pleasing you, bua."

SPANK!

"Like ... the whole thing with Farida ... should never have happened!"

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

SPANK!

But slowly, as she increased her intensity, my ass started to sting.

SPANK!

"Look at your cute red butt, baba. It's going to get even redder! Are you scared, baba?"

"Er ... bua. I am your slave; yours to be punished."

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Tarek!" Rashida suddenly commanded. "Get yourself up now, young man. Let's have a look at that bottom of yours."

"Er ... yes, bua."

As I stood there, Rashida carefully examined my buttocks, before making me turn around.

"Tarek." Rashida reached up and gently cupped one of my testicles. "Your balls seem to be full of cum."

My chubby maid servant kneaded my ball for a minute and then stroked my dick.

"It's your lucky day, Tarek." She commented. "Your mother is not here. Rubina is not interested in you. And here you are, getting your cock and balls rubbed by your female maid servant."

I wisely remained silent.

"How long has it been since you have cum, baba?"

"Er ... almost three weeks, my dear bua." I told her.

"Hmm." Rashida absent mindedly gave me a couple of strokes before looking at my face. "And really, three weeks? That was when you masturbated last, right?"

"Yes, my dear bua."

"I see." Rashida smiled. "And you think four days ago some other guy jerked off in your room into some tissues and flushed them down the toilet, thinking I wouldn't know?"

I was very silent. I could hide nothing from Rashida.

"Get me my sandal, baba."

"Er ... yes, bua."

Pretty soon I was back over her knees, and this time she had a sandal in her hand. Masturbating without her permission was always reason for severe punishment. And so was lying.

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

Normally when I was spanked, I would count each hit and then apologize for it. Now there was no time; she was spanking me quite fast.

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"When have I said no to you, Tarek, when you asked me for permission to cum? Baba, talk to me! WHEN?!!"

"I am sorry, bua. I should have asked, bua."

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"I put limits on your masturbation for your own good, Tarek. And yet you continue to defy me!"

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

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"How can you think I wouldn't know? Don't you think I know? I know everything you do!"

How HAD she known?

"I am so sorry, bua."

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"Stand up, Tarek."

"Yes, bua. Thank you, bua."

This time there was no hiding it; my butt was on fire.

"Go and stand in the corner, Tarek. Face towards the window, your nose should be touching the wall."

"Yes, bua."

For a long time I remained standing there. I didn't mind; at least I wasn't getting spanked and my bottom was getting a break. After some time Rashida called me again.

"Baba, get me that bag from the cabinet, behind the bed. Yes, the second drawer."

Dutifully I brought the bag to her. She was seated on the chair in the middle of the room.

"Take what you have inside the bag and give it to me." Rashida ordered.

"Yes, my bua."

I took out three things from the bag.

"You should kneel when you give things to me." Rashida rebuked me sternly.

"Oh, yes bua. I am so sorry, my dear bua. I apologize; please forgive me, bua."

Immediately I knelt down, and presented those three things to her.

"Hmm. Let me see what you have for me." Rashida reached out to take the things. "Oh, very nice! A new firm chappal! And a spatula! And this nice leather strap. I must try them all on you!"

Rashida stood up. The chair creaked slightly as her huge frame lifted up, and then she bent down and grabbed me by the ear.

"Stand up, baba."

She pulled me up roughly, twisting my ear sharply as she did so.

"Ouch!" I could not help utter.

"Oh, be quiet!" Rashida rebuked me. "Now, be a good boy, and bend over the chair. That's right, hands on the seat ... bottom in the air. Now, spread your legs slightly ... that's good. Keep that bottom up."

SWAT!

SWAT!

SWAT!

The leather strap was sharp, and stinging.

"You see, baba." Rashida told me. "My room is a mess and I want YOU to clean it tomorrow. You will dust and mop MY ROOM carefully."

"Yes, my beloved bua."

SWAT!

SWAT!

SWAT!

"Even as I am beating you, baba, why is your cock growing?"

Rashida suddenly stopped lashing me and asked me a pointed question.

"Er ... I am sorry, bua. I don't know ..."

SWAT!

SWAT!

SWAT!

"We are back to where we were before, baba." Rashida told me. "You see ... you have a bad attitude, baba, to women. After all these years, you still think with your dick."

SWAT!

SWAT!

"I am sorry, bua."

SWAT!

SWAT!

"In the restaurant, never once you said you would be happy to finally BE with me. In fact, it was IMMEDIATELY about sex. How you would FUCK me, baba. And my boobs."

That wasn't fair! She had asked me to say what I want! Still, I kept quiet. This was my mistress, she was always right. I was always wrong.

SWAT!

SWAT!

"I am sorry, bua."

"Sorry is not good enough, Tarek."

SWAT!

SWAT!

"I love the sound of leather on your buttocks, Tarek. They are now nice and red, glowing, just like I promised you. Feeling a bit of a pinch, are you not? Oh yes, look at your buttocks!"

"Bua." I managed to croak. "I love you. I am your slave, bua."

"I want to whip and cane that slave's bottom, baba."

"You can do whatever you want with my buttocks, bua. Today I have submitted myself fully to you, as I promised. I want to make this your best birthday, ever."

"Hmm."

Suddenly, after almost being punished continuously for over an hour (with that little break in the middle), Rashida suddenly stopped lashing me.

"Ok, baba, stand up. Good! Now look at me."

I looked at her. Her stern demeanor seemed to have softened. She was smiling, albeit slightly.

"You have taken your punishment well today, baba." Rashida praised me. "You said you were ready to submit to me, and you really meant it."

"Yes, bua, I did." I replied earnestly. "Honestly, I want to see you happy. I want to see you smile on your birthday, bua. If that meant me getting a hiding on my bum, so be it, bua. If you want, please spank me more."

"That won't be necessary, Tarek. You have pleased me. You have taken me out on a date, you have listened to me, and you have serviced me quite well. Hell, you even offered to marry me! And I will reward you now for that."

My heart skipped a beat. I thought she had dismissed my offer of marriage! Or even didn't hear it. But she did! What "reward" did she have in mind?

Rashida made me bend over, and then applied some lotion on my stinging buttocks. It hurt, for a bit, but soon the creamy solution felt like a soothing balm to my burning bottom. Then Rashida made me stand up and face her again.

"Unclip my bra." She ordered. "This bra unclips from the front."

I looked at Rashida in surprise. She wanted me to undress her?

"Quickly." Rashida told me, with a slight smile. "Before I change my mind about your reward."

I rushed to comply. With trembling hands, I fumbled, before I managed to unclip her bra. It fell to the floor, and her big, gigantic boobs sprung free, as if released from a caged prison, dangling pendulously.

"Now kneel down," Rashida ordered, "And continue to undress me. My petticoat."

"Er ... yes, bua."

Surprised, I knelt down, so my face was at her crotch level. I fumbled again, before managing to untie the knot of her nada that held her petticoat together. Rashida gave her hips a gentle wiggle, and with a rustle, her petticoat too fell to the floor.

My goddess was now standing stark naked in front of me.

"Come." She said to me softly, grabbing my ear and with a sharp pull, hauling me up to my feet. Leading me by the ear, twisting my ear lobe, my mistress took me to the bed. Rashida then let go of my ear, turned towards me, and then plonked herself down on the bed.

"Kneel." She commanded.

I obeyed.

"Eat me." She commanded.

I knew what to do. I had done it many times before. I was now looking straight at between her legs. Rashida's pussy stared back at me. She hadn't shaved, so my maid servant had a lot of pubic hair down there. Rashida then reached out and grabbed my ears with each hand and started to twist them. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against her vaginal lips. Another strong odour, coupled with her feminine heat hit me as my lips touched her skin. Rashida was already dripping wet. Her body had already started to tremble.

I pressed my face deep in between her inviting legs. The skin of her thighs rubbed my face as I slid my tongue between Rashida's pussy hairs, finding her wet cunt and feeling the folds of her moist clit.

My tongue began to work up and down her clit even as her pubic hair smashed against my face. Rashida was now pulling at my ears hard. As I continued to eat her out, my mistress tried to maintain some semblance of control. Her orgasm was now rapidly beginning to build as my tongue hit the mark, again and again and again. Suddenly I felt a warm gush of fluid fill her cunt.

"OOOOOH YEEES!! OOOOOH YEEES!! OOOOOH YEEES!! OOOOOH YEEES!!"

I had never heard her scream so loudly. My ears were already in pain as she kept twisting them, but now she pulled at them hard as her body went into a violent spasm. Her pussy was now leaking like an open tap, and Rashida was now shaking fiercely.

"OOOOOH YEEES!! OOOOOH YEEES!! OOOOOH YEEES!! OOOOOH YEEES!!"

Her orgasm was long, and wild. She had now completely surrendered to her body. My poor ear lobes! Rashida continued to cum, holding me harshly by my ears, rubbing her wet clit all over my face as her body slowly subsided. My face was drenched with Rashida's juices.

"Not ... bad ... not bad at all, my bitch!" Rashida panted, finally letting go of my very red ears. I knew what was going to happen next. Every time I ate Rashida out, she would do this, so I was prepared. Rashida raised a hand.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

Whenever I ate her out, she always slapped me after having an orgasm. It was her way of asserting back her control.

"That was good!" She purred again. "You are now very good at this!"

"I was glad I was able to satisfy you, my bua."

Rashida then stood up. Her fingers lingered for a moment on my ears.

"Stand up, baba."

I obeyed and stood up.

Surprisingly, Rashida then suddenly gave me a hug. My face was crushed against her gigantic boobs as she wrapped her powerful arms around me and held me tight. She then held my head in her hands and kissed my cheeks.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

She covered my face with wet kisses and hugged me and pressed my lips to her chest. I drunk in her smell and sweat in ecstasy as I too hugged her back, wrapping my hands around her waist. Mmm! Her boobs smelled lovely. I drew my head back, giving her a big smile, and then kissed her a big sloppy kiss on each of her cheeks. My hands went slowly downwards and rested on the edge of the top of her bum.

"You are a good slave, Tarek." Rashida told me. "And today I am very pleased with you."

She kissed my cheeks again.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

The same face of mine that minutes was wet with her cunt juices now oozed with her saliva as she gave me wet, sloppy kisses. My penis was completely erect as Rashida stood back after giving me a final kiss. If she had felt it poking her as I hugged and kissed her, she didn't say anything. My hands were now resting squarely on her buttocks. I had to fight the urge to grope her.

Rashida smiled at me.

"I can see your hands are on top of my buttocks, baba."

"Oh, bua. I am sorry, bua." I immediately withdrew my hands.

Rashida continued to smile. She then gave me another hug, and drew me close to her. Her arms were wrapped around my waist. Her boobs were now pressed against my chest, and our faces, and our lips, drew closer and closer to each other.

"You can put your hands back on my pasa, Tarek." Rashida whispered into my ears.

I immediately wrapped my arms around her waist, placing them squarely on her giant butt cheeks.

"What do you feel like doing to my pasa, Tarek?" Rashida asked me.

In an instant my fingers were on her right butt cheek, and I pinched her hard.

"OUCH! OK, baba! I didn't expect that!"

Rashida raised a hand and gave my own buttocks a sharp WHACK. My already crimson red ass stung painfully in reply.

"I was expecting you to fondle or grope me." She told me, once again smiling. "Not pinch my ass! Eto shahosh? Pasa chimti katle?"

I couldn't believe it! In a trice my hands roving on her big bum. I had never dared to touch Rashida this intimately before. She playfully wriggled her buttocks as my fingers pressed and squeezed her ass cheeks in ways I have never pressed and squeezed her before.

"How does my pasa feel, Tarek?" Rashida giggled. My dick was now very hard, and it was rubbing against Rashida's thighs. I was at a loss for words, and Rashida laughed again.

"Are you done with my butt, baba?"

I didn't say anything, but used both hands to spread her ass cheeks a bit, and then placed one hand in the crack of her behind. Suddenly, overcome with emotion, I kissed her. Flush and straight, on the lips.

Rashida didn't say anything as I continued to kiss her, and at the same time my fingers going even deeper into her ass. I was now sucking her tongue, drilling her anus with my finger and rubbing my hardness against her thighs. I finally stopped the kiss to take a breath.

"Baba." Rashida told me. I could see her face was red and flushed, and she was breathing rapidly. "I don't want you to cum in me."

"Oh!" My dick, eager for some action, suddenly got a jolt of reality.

"You can cum ON me, if you like." Rashida continued. "But not IN me. Do you understand? No fucking."

I really didn't understand, but ...

"Er ... ok, bua. Thank you, bua."

"You can spend the night in my bed, if you like." Rashida continued. "But you are NOT to fuck me."

"Yes ... yes, of course, bua. As you wish, bua."

"But you can rub against me. Hug me. Kiss me. Grope me. And cum on me. Just not in me."

I felt Rashida's fingers wrap themselves around my turgid cock.

"And ... if at night baba you wake up feel like kissing my ass, go for it. Just don't wake me up or else I will make you cry so hard everyone in the mohalla will come here."

"Er ... of course, bua."

"And ... if at any point in the night, baba, you are feeling horny, you will control yourself. I don't want to be fucked by your pathetic nunu, do you understand?"

She was making it clear ... she was NOT to be fucked. Anything else was pretty much OK.

"Yes, bua. I am your slave, bua."

Things happened in a blur after that. We both laid down on the bed, and then I wrapped my arms around Rashida and hugged her tight. She hugged me right back. I pressed my lips onto hers. My hands went down to her ass.

Oh that ass! How long had I wanted to fondle that ass, squeeze that ass and pinch that ass! And tonight, my mistress, my goddess, had given me full permission to do so.

What had I told her at dinner?

"Bua, I love your big breasts. I would kiss them. Suck on them. Play with them. Jiggle them. Then I would strip you naked and kiss you everywhere, bua. Your big boobs. Your thick lips. Your giant ass. Oh, I would love to kiss your huge ass and your choot -- your cunt. And then ... you know ... I would ... make love to you."

So I started to do all of that. Well, except the love making part, of course. Rashida was very clear that I was NOT to do that. So I did everything BUT that.

I played with Rashida's big breasts. God had blessed her with wonderfully large breasts. Oh, how often I wanted to play with them! I kissed her nipples. I put them in my mouth and gently rolled them around with my tongue, and sucked on her tits. Her eyes were shut as she was enjoying the attention I paid to her breasts, and I gently massaged each boob with my fingers and squeezed her areole.

"Mmmmmmm... Mmmmmm ..."

Soft moans were now coming out from my big maid servant. I was now jiggling her boobs and playing with them, and she was clearly loving it. I then started to kiss her all over her giant body.

I started with her eyes. Her eyes were shut and she was making sounds with her mouth, so kissed her on the eyes. A beautiful smile appeared on her luscious lips. I kissed her chubby, puffy cheeks, pressing my lips hard against her. And then I kissed her on the lips.

"Aaaaah! Aaaaah!"

She was panting hard now.

We sucked on each other's tongues for some time. Her hands were clasped behind my neck, while my arms snaked all over her body, paying homage to every charm of her female curves. I squeezed her buttocks, pinched her waist, stroked her thighs and then my hands found themselves at her choot.

As I bit into the nape of her neck, my fingers founds themselves going deep into her cunt.

"OOOOOH YES! OOOOOOOH YES!!"

She started to rock her body. I slid yet another finger into her wet hole. I now had three fingers rubbing deep inside her female cavity, sliding in and out of her very moist cunt. Her eyes opened and she looked at me. Her mouth involuntarily opened into an "O" and she then shut it. Her body rocked again. Rashida was no longer in charge of the proceedings. She could not help herself -- she was now a slave to her own body and her own passion. As each spasm shook her, her mouth continued to helplessly form an "O".

"Baba! Baba! Baba! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH Baba!"

She was now taking my name. I slid a fourth finger inside her. It was as if I had burst a dam.

"OH TAREK!! TAREK!! TAREK!! TAREK!!"

She was now screaming, quite loudly. Rashida started to helplessly shake her body, completely out of control, as another orgasm took hold of her. She was now leaking copious amounts of fluid onto my hand. My fingers were sticky with her juice.

"Bua."

I swung one leg over her body, and climbed on top of her, ready to mount her. She looked at me, her lips again helplessly forming an "O" as another convulsion took over her body. She was lying there, defenseless, and all I had to do was penetrate her. She was powerless to stop me if I wanted to fuck her.

Instead, I rubbed my dick against her upper, inner thigh.

"Oh baba!" Rashida managed to murmur. "Hump my leg, Tarek. Hump your mistress's leg like a dog, baba. Cum on my leg. Hump my leg like a dog."

I started to rub myself faster and faster against her leg.

"Oh, bua. Oh, bua."

I was rubbing faster and faster against her leg, and with full strength. Rashida's arms were wrapped around me at my waist, and I was kissing her forcefully on the lips. Her orgasm, slowly subsiding, was making way for mine. I continued to kiss her forcefully, sucking her tongue, while grinding my hips against her fat thigh.

"Oh, BUA!"

With a roar, I broke off her embrace and sat up on her body. My dick, rubbing against her leg, now stood at attention, pointing at her face. My balls twitched. With a snarl, I erupted.

The beginning of the river of cum hit her square in the eyes with full force. As my cock spewed out plentiful amounts, there was cum on Rashida's nose, on her lips, on her cheeks, on her neck, on her breasts, on her thighs, and yes -- even on her choot.

Cum ON me. Not IN me.

And I had obeyed.

* * *

As I lay on the bed, I pondered on the night's events. It had been over an hour now, and still I was up, wide awake.

Rashida's gentle snoring made me turn towards her. I watched her huge frame, and the gentle heaving of her bosom as she slept. She was partly on her right side, so I gently removed the light blanket off her body so I could take a better look at my sex goddess. Her buttocks, big and prominent, was on display, rising and falling with her breath. As I leaned over, I could see her left breast, once again big and prominent, under her arm. Her chubby cheeks, gentle and serene, and her lips, making a pouty smile as she slept. She had a good birthday after all. Got a date, got to spank me to her heart's content, and then get some wonderful orgasms via my oral and other services, before drifting off to sleep.

God! I truly loved her! I was spent ... tired ... after being punished by her and then having to service her ... before finally blowing my load on her body -- her face, her hair, her breasts. The whole room stank of sex; and yet of course I didn't actually get to have sex with her.

Fuck her, I mean.

Don't worry, Rashida, I told myself. I will fuck you soon enough.

I looked at her ass again. That big, wonderful ass. An ass that I had kissed many times. An ass I had licked many times. As ass whose crevice I had sunk my tongue into and licked the whole and the smelly anus many times. An ass that I worshiped now. An ass that I was slave to. And what had she said before sleeping?

If at night baba you wake up feel like kissing my ass, go for it. Just don't wake me up or else I will make you cry so hard everyone in the mohalla will come here.

Gently, I placed my face closer to her ass. The aroma was now stronger, and my cock began to harden. I touched my lips onto the bare skin of her buttocks.

I kissed my bua's pasa. And then I looked at her.

Rashida continued to sleep. She was a heavy sleeper. I kissed her buttocks again. She continued to sleep.

I kissed her again.

This time there was a grunt from her. I looked at her in alarm. She was still sleeping, but began to move. Before I knew it, she had rolled over so she was now lying down completely on her chest, face down, ass facing up.

Her legs were now spread out, and her ass hole beckoned at me.

If, at any point in the night, baba, you are feeling horny, you will control yourself. I don't want to be fucked by your pathetic nunu, do you understand?

Her words rang in my ears. My cock was now rock hard. Again. Oh, how badly I wanted to fuck her in that inviting gaand of hers!

I gently placed my erection against the soft, smooth skin of her bum. Then I tapped my hardness against her buttocks. I couldn't control it any more. Oh, Rashida! Oh, my love! Oh, my bua!

My testicles tightened, and my dick spurted, before spewing out abundant amounts of hot sperm onto her tender butt cheeks. Oh, I sprayed that cum everywhere! On her buttocks, on her legs, on her back. It was almost like I was marking her, like a cat marks its territory by urinating on the borders. My white cum, glowing in the dim night light, made a good contrast against the skin of her back.

I gently caressed her buttocks, rubbing my semen like a lotion onto her ass cheeks, even as Rashida continued to sleep. And then I once again laid down next to her, and covered both of us with the blanket. I didn't dare to kiss her, as that would awaken her, but I touched a finger to my lips, and then softly touched her lips. My love continued to sleep, even as I lay back, tired from cumming, again.

There was one thing that Rashida didn't know, that I now knew. A dark secret that I could never tell her, yet one that pointed at destiny between us.

Rashida, you are going to be mine. You just don't know it yet. I know why your terrible secret now. And I know something else.

My maid servant could not bear kids because of an accident. What had she said?

Once, in my early days in the city, I was crossing the street. I didn't look -- and there was a car coming. Before I knew it, it had hit me, and I was flying through the air. Next thing I knew, I was in the hospital. And do you know what, it was your father who had brought me to the hospital. Your father was driving right behind the car that hit me ...

Yet there was something she didn't know. The dark family secret.

You see, my bua, my love ... my father WAS NOT driving behind the car that hit you. My father's car WAS THE CAR that hit you.

Yes, it was my father ... and my family ... that is responsible for your accident, Rashida, and your inability to bear a child. When you were hit, they quickly got out of the car, and my father made up the story about the other driver fleeing the scene, and then took you to the hospital. You were knocked unconscious, so you didn't realize what had happened, Rashida.

How do I know? Because a couple of years ago, in preparation for taking on more duties in the family business, I was doing a study of the finances and the various accounts we had, and I had noticed a huge series of payments from our business account many years ago. Going back to the year when you were hired, Rashida.

At that time I hadn't connected all the dots, and I didn't knew about your accident's unfortunate side effect. When I had asked my father, all he had said was he was involved in some accident long ago, and these were payments to the hospital, and to some police officers investigating the case, and to some other figures to cover up the accident. Bribes are common for a man of his status, so I had not thought much about it.

Don't talk to anyone about this, my father had warned. No one needs to know about this, especially the maids and the help -- you know how they love to gossip.

Now, it was quite clear WHICH accident he had been covering up.

I glanced at my beautiful fat maid servant again, as she slept on, blissfully unaware of my thoughts.

My dear Rashida. It is DESTINY. You cannot get married because of what my father did to you. And you could not punish my family, but destiny made me YOUR slave. Made me yours. And hence, via this same destiny, you are going to by MINE.

It is destiny that I AM YOUR SLAVE, simply because of what my family had done to you. I am paying for their deeds. And I don't mind. I am yours. I want you to be mine.

AND YOU WILL BE MINE.

I love you, Rashida.