Slave to My Indian Maid - Part 06

My younger maid, the comely lass Rubina, was now married, and gone from our household. It's been almost three weeks since her wedding and departure. Yes, I still have to tell her story, but that will have to wait. For now, we have a new, even younger, maid to take Rubina's place.

The beautiful, innocent, sweet Zarine.

You remember her? Yes... the same one from that party. The daughter of the stall owner. She did use to work as a part time maid at another place, but now is working for us. Full time. She is taking over Rubina's position. Actually, has taken over. So, back to my story.

It was now 10.20 p.m. on a Monday night.

I stood just outside Rashida's room. Her door was slightly open and ajar, not fully shut. The hallway was dark, but Rashida had her room's lights on, leading to an eerie glow being cast out in the hallway from her room. Everyone else in our household, of course, was fast asleep in their beds. The whole house was very quiet, which made the voices coming from Rashida's room extra amplified.

I paused just outside the door and tried to listen in. Rashida was talking to someone -- most likely Zarine. Yes! The new, younger maid was already inside Rashida's room. Both were up, and ready, for my Monday night punishment. This was going to be the new maid Zarine's first time as a full time maid punishing me. Oh, if I didn't mention it, Zarine had just started working here two days ago.

"Remember Zarine," Rashida was saying. "Now that you are starting as a full time maid in this house, you will be taking on ALL of Rubina's previous duties."

"Yes, apa."

Ah, Rubina. For a second, I thought about the young, comely, shapely girl, the younger maid servant, working with us for a long time, now married and gone. Her shapely ass. Her beautiful perky boobs. And her hand that was fast and hard when slapping me. Or the sting I felt on my buttocks when she was spanking me.

She is now married to her boyfriend Sajid, and the young groom had plans to open his own mechanic's shop in the area. I remember wishing them both well on their wedding day.

Zarine, the young 19-year-old daughter of a small paanwala who had a stall down the street, was now Rubina's replacement. It was Rashida who had suggested her name to my mother, and as you know, my mother usually listens to Rashida's advice.

"Not only will you be doing cleaning of all the washrooms, mopping of the floors in the morning, etc.," Rashida continued her instructions to Zarine in her stern voice, "But also the kitchen duties Rubina used to do -- chopping the vegetables, making sure the inventory is stocked, taking care of the medicines, and so on. In addition... you also have... her... other duty."

"You mean...?" Zarine's young, diminutive, shy, voice was hesitant. "About Tarek..."

"Yes, I mean disciplining Tarek. Punishing him for any transgressions." Rashida clarified. "It is primary my responsibility, but as you know, Rubina also helped me from time to time. From now on, you will be Tarek's second owner -- the second mistress, the second lady in this house he has to secretly obey and serve."

"Apa." Zarine had a question. "You know I... participated in those fun games with Rubina and you... and Tarek bhaia. But regular discipline? Bhaia is so much older to me!"

She had used the term "bhaia", or brother, that Bengalis used to refer to someone older, out of respect. Rashida immediately began annoyed.

"From now on," Rashida admonished her, "You will NOT call him bhaia as a sign of respect. You can call him by his name, or by baba if you like. Bhaia gives too much respect to him. In front of others, you can use baba. Alone, you can address him by name. Tarek. Or his full name -- Tarek Zia."

"Yes, apa. I will try, apa."

"Don't say try." Rashida was a little irritated. "Remember, even though we are the maids in this house, baba has accepted that he is our slave. That means he serves US. He respects US. You can start calling him by his name -- certainly NOT bhaia!"

"Yes, apa. Sorry, apa. I will try, apa."

"When you were hired, I made it very clear to you." Rashida reminded her. "And you accepted that duty. I take that role very seriously. You will, also."

"Yes, apa. I am sorry, apa. I will try, apa."

"Now, he will be here soon."

I heard a soft chime somewhere in the house. It was 10.30 pm., and a Monday night. It was time. I walked up to the door, and knocked softly. As I had been for five years.

"May I enter, bua?" I asked respectfully.

"Yes, Tarek. Come on in." Rashida's voice was cold, and commanding.

I pushed the door open and walked into the door. Turning, I closed the door, and then turned again to face the maids.

"Bua." I respectfully nodded towards Rashida.

"Choto bua." I acknowledged Zarina. Since she was now here in place of Rubina, on a permanent basis, I used the title I had used previously for Rubina, which was "choto bua".

Rashida, as usual, looked regal. She was chubby, and grown slightly more so during the wedding festivities. He breasts seemed to have grown even bigger -- perhaps a whole size -- if that were possible. Her blouse, which always seemed a size small, desperately tried to contain her super giant melons. They were jiggling, thrusting... bursting to get out. And of course! The way she wore her sari, it displayed her ample bosom, and her bare waist and big tummy, with her navel featuring prominently. I wondered sometimes why my mother didn't say anything to Rashida about the way she dressed -- with everything out there. Bu then, since she was the older maid, I guess my mother didn't pay much attention to her.

Right now, she partially had her back to me.

When I looked at Rashida's behind, seeing her big massive buttocks, I could see the sari cling to her giant butt cheeks, going deep into the cleft. As she turned to face me, with her puffy, rosy cheeks and her stern eyes, she was very much the matronly South Asian woman, and had that raw sexuality of an older mature lady in her. Whenever I looked at Rashida, I just wanted to throw myself down and kiss her feet and submit to her, which eventually was what I was here to do, and let her have her way with me. I loved her. I could do anything for her. She owned me.

Zarine was the fresh face. She was young, very young -- 19 years or so. She was skinny, and was just growing into becoming a young woman. Her bosom was quite small. Let alone Rashida's giant melons, Zarine was small even compared to Rubina. Even Zarine's ass wasn't that prominent, but she did have a very sassy look to her. The way she tied her sari at her waist, or the way she carried herself. Right now she was curious, and had a shy but confident look in her eyes. She knew I was here to serve them -- and be their slave -- and she was slowly getting used to it.

I walked to the corner of the room and stood beside the dresser. As trained by half a decade of servitude to Rashida, it was all now second nature to me. I reached up and started to take off my clothes. First came off the T-shirt. Then, without any hesitation, I bent and took off my pajamas. I heard a deep intake of breath from Zarine as I became completely nude. If rumours were to be believed, Zarine was really a virgin, despite her boasts, and mine was the only nude male body she had seen.

I folded my clothes neatly and put it on the dresser. There I was, standing completely buck naked, facing the corner, with my back to the ladies. The marks of the harsh spanking I had received this morning from Rashida were still present on my buttocks, now visible to the younger Zarine if she was looking.

For some time there was no noise. This was all new to Zarine, so I am guessing she was observing me. Perhaps a little nervous, or perhaps a little anxious. After all, while she had punished me before, or seen me in the nude, it was always under Rubina or Rashida's supervision, as part of some fun party games. Now here I was, naked and ready, at her service, so as to speak.

"So he just comes here, every Monday and Thursday, like this?" She finally asked the older maid. "And goes to the corner, shamelessly strips and stands like that, nangta (naked)?"

The ladies were talking about me as if I wasn't even there!

"Yes." Rashida replied. "For the last half a decade. Even though, right now as you know, it's his final exam times. I usually have mercy on him during this time, and excuse him, but baba still has to show up and ask to be forgiven."

"Why does he strip naked, apa?" Zarine asked. "Can we not punish him... without seeing his... er... thingie? It's disgusting. Not to mention -- small!"

I felt mortified as Zarine talked in that tone about me as if I was something she felt grossed out by.

"I need him naked, because only that way I know he is presenting himself completely to me -- to us, vulnerable and at our mercy." Rashida answered. "Only this way can he be totally submissive to me -- I mean, to us. He is the son of the master of the house, and we are the maids. And yet, here he is, naked, while we remain clothed and dominant."

Yes, Rashida had her own kinks, as I very well knew by now.

Zarine asked about my parents.

"Don't they wake up?"

Rashida laughed.

"No. On weeknights, his parents regularly go to bed early, like clockwork." She answered. "Besides, this is our area -- the servants' quarters. In the last fifteen years I never had Tarek's mother or father come into this part of the house. Ever."

"Wow."

What Zarine did not know at that time, and I wasn't going to tell her immediately, was that there had been nights when Rashida had caught hold of my by the ear, and dragged me, by the ear, through the whole house, from my room to her room, and no one had seen it. My parents really did go to bed early. Sometimes Rashida had even stripped me in MY room, spanked me, and then hauled me by the ear to her room, spanked me again, and then sent me off to walk back, buck naked, back to my room. Again, after 9 pm, this house was dead.

I certainly wasn't going to tell Zarine that on my own lest she got similar ideas.

"Why do you spank him regularly like every Monday and Thursday, apa?" Zarine asked. "Why not spank him whenever he does something naughty?"

She then giggled.

"Which, I think, would be often. Then we get to spank him more."

So Zarine liked the idea of spanking me!

"We are maid servants in a rich household, Zarine." Rashida scoffed. "We have lots of duties in the house. I can't be bothered to come and spank Tarek here whenever he is up to something, Zarine. But as you will see, baba needs regular spankings, otherwise his behavior starts to deteriorate."

"I think I understand, apa."

I heard a chair being dragged to the centre of the room, and then I heard the plonk sound as the chubby Rashida sat down heavily on the chair.

"Baba." Rashida finally called out to me. "Come here."

"Yes, bua."

Immediately, deferentially, I turned and walked up to her so I was now standing, facing her, as she was seated. I kept my eyes on the ground, staring at her feet. I did not want to look into her eyes lest that was deemed disrespectful.

"Look how I have trained him." Rashida proudly commented to Zarine. "And how deferential he is. And how he dare not meet my gaze."

"Yes, apa."

Rashida raised a finger pointed at her heels.

"Tarek. Kneel."

"Yes, bua."

She was commanding me as I was a trained dog, which I was to her. I immediately knelt on my knees on the floor.

Rashida then withdrew her feet from her sandals, pointed her bare feet and snapped her fingers. I knew what that meant.

Kiss my feet.

I immediately placed my palms on the ground, bent over completely, raising my naked backside, and pressed my lips to Rashida's right foot. I kissed the tip of her big toe and then licked the space between the big toe and the next toe. And then I took the next toe into my mouth and sucked on it for some time. After finishing kissing that toe, I repeated my through licking of the crevice between that toe and the next toe, before moving on and taking the next toe into my mouth.

When I was done paying homage to all the toes, Rashida raised her feet slightly. I licked the sole of her feet, leaving no space untouched with my lips or tongue. I then kissed her heel and then her ankle, before moving to the top of her foot and kissing each and every part of her foot.

"Look how good of a bitch he is." Rashida remarked to Zarine. "His head is low, and his back is arched. He is keeping his pasa high. I have trained him well."

I was like a dog, bent over, prostrated, with my naked buttocks up in the air, kissing and licking my maid servant's foot. I was kissing the same sweaty foot and toes that she used to walk all over the house, cleaning and doing her duties. Once I finished kissing her right foot, I then repeated the whole series of actions with Rashida's left foot. When I was done, I went back to my kneeling position, and looked up at her suppliantly.

Rashida then turned to Zarine.

"Please put your feet out, dear."

"Yes, apa."

Nervously Zarine took her feet out of the slippers.

Rashida then beckoned me to come a little bit closer. She then reached out and caught hold my left ear.

"From now on, baba," She said, giving my ear a twist. "Zarine is also your mistress. You will respect her just as you respect me. Just like you used to respect Rubina. You will obey her, and should the need arise, you will be disciplined by her."

"Yes, bua. I understand, bua."

"You are my slave and you are her slave."

"I am your slave, bua. And I will also be a slave to choto bua."

"You are my bitch."

"I am glad and honoured to be your bitch, my dear bua."

Rashida gave my ear a tight pull before letting go. She snapped her fingers and pointed at Zarine's feet. With my ear stinging in embarrassment, I turned to Zarine, and then bent down, placing my lips this time on her outstretched foot. This was my initiation as Zarine's slave. I repeated the whole humiliating ritual with my new maid's two feet, kissing and licking each feet until Rashida felt I had properly paid respect to Zarine. Another snap of her fingers, and I then went back to my kneeling position.

"Stand up, my bitch." Rashida ordered.

"Yes, bua."

Rashida then caught hold of my semi-hard penis.

"This little nunu of his," She told Zarine, as she wrapped her fingers around my manhood, "Has got him into more trouble than he cares to admit."

"Look at him getting a little hard as you rub him." Zarine grinned. "And he is trying hard... not to get hard!"

Zarine giggled again at my obvious discomfort. Rashida didn't say anything, but just continued to rub my cock. I stood silent as she rubbed my balls with two fingers, and then ran her forefinger down my shaft. I couldn't help myself as I continued to get harder.

"The first time when I spanked him," Rashida told Zarine, as she continued to stroke me, "Was so many years ago, when I caught him shamefully masturbating to thoughts of me in his room."

"Disgusting." Zarine made a face. "You would think, working in his house, serving his family, that you would be treated with respect by him!"

"Exactly. And not only that -- he left his door open! So that I might catch him in the act! I don't know what he was expecting would happen! But certainly, he didn't think it would come to this!"

Rashida then moved her hands to my testicles.

"And after that, when I had spanked and slapped him, I thought he would have learned his lesson. But no! I caught him trying to catch a peek of Rubina in the shower!"

"He is incorrigible." Zarine said. "I would have... oh my... that makes me so angry!"

"Exactly." Rashida absent-mindedly played with one of my balls in her fingers. "That was the moment when I decided I would punish him as I see fit, when I see fit. Do you remember those times, baba?"

The sudden question to me caught me momentarily off guard. Rashida gently shook my balls.

"Do answer me, Tarek, when I ask you a question." She replied with a hint of irritation in her tone. "After all, I have your balls in my hand."

"Er... bua..." I didn't know what to say. "I am sorry I... put myself... I mean, wait... no... I mean I am sorry I was such a trouble to you then."

"Sadly, you still are, Tarek." Rashida remarked, giving my testicles a shake.

I of course, remembered those times vividly, and the shock sense of humiliation I had felt. Especially when I had been slapped for the first time by Rashida! It was such a humiliation -- to be slapped by your busty maid -- the normally docile maid who usually takes your orders, gets your tea, and makes your bed -- and there she was, slapping my face, punishing me for masturbating, and other things.

"Yes, this little dick of his." Rashida went back to rubbing my penis. "It always gets him into trouble. He can't help it, our poor Tarek. What he needs is a strong woman -- or two -- to keep him in line."

Still holding me by the balls, Rashida asked me, "When was the last time I punished you, baba?"

"Er... um... bua, this morning, when you..."

"No," Rashida quickly interrupted me. "Before this morning."

For some reason, Rashida didn't want to talk about this morning.

"Er... last month... um... before Rubina's wedding, bua." I answered.

"Yes, it was last month, almost four weeks ago, just before Rubina's wedding weekend, that I had spanked you last." Rashida nodded, rubbing my balls with the palm of her hand. "And again, now here you are, buck naked, standing in front of me -- your lowly maid servant. And I am fully clothed, in command, playing with your bichi (testicles). In front of a 19-year-old girl -- your new maid servant -- Zarine."

I cringed with embarrassment. Whenever I remembered that Rashida was my servant and instead of me bossing her, she is bossing me, it left me with a deep feeling of humiliation AND arousal at the same time.

"He has interesting balls, Zarine. Do take a look." Rashida wrapped two fingers around my right testicle and shook it slightly, before repeating the action with my left. "They are so much bigger than his little nunu. Do you know why?"

Zarine examined my balls briefly as Rashida let go. It was hard not to cum as this young lady squeezed one testicle, and then the other. As she withdrew her hands, Rashida once again took my balls in her own hands.

"Er... no, apa." Zarine answered. "Why are his balls bigger?"

Rashida laughed.

"His balls are full of cum, Zarine. He's young, fun, and full of cum."

Thankfully Rashida let go of my balls. Unfortunately, she then rubbed a forefinger across my penis.

"This tiny nunu of his has now made him our servant, Zarine." Rashida kept stroking me, humiliating me more. "He is the scion of a wealthy, powerful family, and yet here he is, being scolded, punished and humiliated by his kaajer meye!"

I could only silently agree with my embarrassing predicament, even as I continued to get harder.

Rashida carried on rubbing me. I was now hard... very hard. I was desperately trying to think of something non-arousing. My final exams. My school. Me playing cricket. Anything. Suddenly, just like that, Rashida stopped stroking me. She always had a knack for knowing just when exactly to stop.

"You have stopped teasing him." Zarine remarked to Rashida, as I stood there embarrassingly with a hard on.

"Yes." Rashida grinned. "I don't want him cumming right now and spoiling our little session. You have to know when to stop rubbing his little nunu -- you sort of learn it from experience. Baba can cum quite a lot."

"What happens if he does cum?" Zarine asked.

"Oh, he knows he is not supposed to cum without permission." Rashida remarked. "If he does, he will get a spanking he will remember for days. Speaking of spanking..."

Rashida turned to me.

"Tarek! On my lap, over my knees."

"Yes, bua."

I had hoped Rashida would spare me today, as was her usual case during exam time, and especially as this was my final year, but no such luck! Not only had she punished me this morning (I must say I deserved that), but now I was going to be spanked again by Rashida, this time in front of Zarine! I guess I should have realized that -- Rashida was slowly introducing Zarine to take over Rubina's duties, and spanking, disciplining, emasculating me and treating me as a slave HAD BEEN one of Rubina's duties!

I walked over to where Rashida was seated on the chair, and bent over to position myself over Rashida's lap and knees. My maid grasped my ass cheeks, positioning me till I was centered. My ass was naked, protruding up, and I was lying there, totally helpless and exposed, ready to be spanked. My hard penis was buried between her legs as I lay over her knees, awaiting my ordeal. Rashida placed a hand on my butt, slowly patting it. Enjoying the sight of my naked bum on Rashida's lap at her mercy, Zarine clicked her tongue.

"I can see you weren't kidding." She remarked. "It does look like you have already spanked him this morning!"

Rashida squeezed my butt cheeks.

"Yes, he needed extra punishment this morning." Rashida answered. Thankfully, she offered no more clues as to why I had needed the punishment, and Zarine didn't pursue the issue. Rashida patted my buttocks again.

"Zarine, what do you think of Tarek now? A young man from a distinguished family, but lying over the knees of a lowly kaajer meye (maid), and getting spanked on his big pasa?"

Both the maid servants laughed as Rashida continued to rub my buttocks, warming me up for the spanking ahead.

"When you start to spank baba," Rashida instructed Zarine, "You will have to figure out what position works for you best. For me, I prefer to have him bent over like this on my lap, over my knees. This position in English is called OTK, or Over The Knees, and is my personal favourite."

"And why is that, apa?" Zarine asked.

"When you are spanking him with your bare hand, it's easy." Rashida answered. "All I have to do is raise my hand, and his big round buttocks are right here."

SPANK!

Her hand suddenly struck my left butt cheek, catching me unaware. I had thought she was just talking and demonstrating to Zarine, but here I was, naked and humiliatingly getting spanked in front of the younger maid!

"One. Thank you, bua." I quickly remembered I had to count the spanks. "I am really sorry, bua. Please forgive me, and spank me again."

Rashida rubbed the area she had just hit me.

"Do you know why you are getting spanked, baba?" She asked me.

"Um... no, bua." I gulped. "But you never punish me without any reason, bua, so I am sure I must have done something that deserves it."

"Good answer." Rashida chuckled.

SPANK!

"Two. Thank you, bua." I repeated my abject commiseration. "Please forgive me, bua. Please spank me again."

Rashida placed a hand on my posterior.

"When I spank him, Zarine," She instructed the younger maid. "I always make him count each one. And he has to apologize, ask for forgiveness, and request to be spanked again."

"Why, apa? Why not just spank him... whatever the number of spankings you want?"

"Hmm. Good question."

SPANK!

"Three. Thank you for spanking me, bua." I said. "I apologize for my behaviour, bua. Please spank me again."

"This spanking is for your recent attitude, baba. For the last month or so, ever since we went for that dinner in Quest Mall, I have noticed that you have not acted in a deferential and respectful enough manner towards us maids. In particular, since Rubina... since Rubina's marriage was announced."

"I am so sorry, bua."

SPANK!

"Four. Thank you for spanking me, bua." I said. "Please forgive my attitude, bua. Please spank me again."

As Rashida continued to punish me, she explained to Zarine why she made me count and apologize after each one.

SPANK!

"When he counts and apologizes," Rashida told Zarine, "It gives him the time to absorb the fact that he is being humiliated, and being punished, and being embarrassed."

SPANK!

"This also drives home the fact that whatever he did, that he is punished for, is an action I won't tolerate."

SPANK!

"This way he should... or at least I hope he should... correct his behaviour. Every spank is an opportunity for him to ask my forgiveness, and think about what he's done."

SPANK!

"It also gives a little breather between each spank, so that way I am not punishing him so much that it's too harsh on him."

"I see, apa." Zarine nodded. "And how do you decide how long to punish him? I mean, how many spankings do you give him?"

"It depends." Rashida then patted my buttocks and asked me, "What is the count again, Tarek?"

"Er... eight spanks, bua."

"When there's a specific action, I usually give him anywhere between twenty to forty beatings with the hand." Rashida told Zarine. "For this type of attitude issue, I usually give him fifteen."

Rashida continued to alternately spank each ass cheek, hitting my buttocks again and again. I made sure to count and apologize after each one. Finally, after the fifteenth spanking, she ordered me to stand up.

"Now," Rashida turned to Zarine, "I will show you some other ways to spank baba. You have to figure out which position you prefer most."

"Why are there more than one, apa?" Zarine was curious.

The chair creaked noisily as the heavy Rashida stood up.

"Rubina did not like the OTK position too much." She explained. "Tarek is a big boy and Rubina is a dainty and young girl, so she didn't like the weight on her knees a lot. Still, it is a good position when you are giving him a barehanded spanking, so you should learn it and use it."

"Yes, apa."

"Now there are many positions baba is used to. For example, if we are in the dining room, I have often asked him bend over the table, with his hands on the surface of the table. Another favourite position of mine when he is in the kitchen is to have him face the wall and places his hands against the wall to brace himself. I can then spank him with a spatula."

"I see, apa. I have quite a lot to learn."

"Let me now show you how to punish him with your sandal." Rashida then turned to me. "Baba, I am going to ask you to bend over the back of this chair."

I complied with her order. I stood behind the chair, and then bent over so my tummy was pressed against the top of the chair's back, leaving my buttocks prominent and raised. I placed my hands, palm down, on the seat of the chair, and spread my legs.

"You can now spank him, Zarine." Rashida told the younger maid. "Use your sandal. This position is very good for caning, or even beating him with your sandal. You can start with the sandal, and we can go to the cane later when you are comfortable."

"Yes, apa."

I heard some rustling as Rubina slipped off her sponge sandal (a type of flip flop used in India) and held it in her right hand, before standing behind me.

WHAP!

It was a harsh blow, fast and tight, to my right buttocks.

"One, thank you, choto bua." I squirmed. "Please beat me again."

"You can start slow and gentle." Rashida coached the younger maid. "Then each hit can get progressively harder. I have been spanking baba for more than 5 years now, so don't worry about his pain tolerance. But this way, you preserve your energy."

"Yes, apa."

WHAP!

"Two, thank you, choto bua." I repeated. "Please beat me again."

WHAP!

WHAP!

Rashida let Rubina hit me twenty times before she interrupted again.

"That's good, Zarine, you are doing well." She praised the younger maid. Now, check his bum."

I felt a couple of soft, dainty fingers now on my bottom, which was starting to sting.

"Baba's ass cheeks should be pink, MAYBE bordering on red." Rashida educated. "If there is no pink, you may have to spank harder, or switch to another implement such as a cane."

"Is this pink?" Zarine asked.

"No." Rashida answered. "It is just turning pinkish. Also, you will see him start to squirm and beg -- really beg for your forgiveness and mercy -- when it goes from pink to red. If you are using a heavier wooden implement such as a handbrush, it leaves a deeper mark and a more lasting sting, and that you have to moderate. So this... is fine, trust me. Now, resume."

"Yes, apa."

WHAP!

WHAP!

I counted till forty before Rashida stopped Zarine again.

"Now, you see it's definitely pink." She said. "And you can see the marks on his pasa starting to form."

"Yes, apa."

"The thing to remember when punishing baba is to take your time, and leave plenty of time for rubs." Rashida coached. "I like to give 10 smacks, alternating the buttock cheeks on each spank (right, left, right, left) and then rub both butt cheeks for about 5 seconds, then repeat. This way, it's tolerable for him and gives him some relief, and I don't tire myself out, and I can spank him far longer."

"Yes, apa."

Rashida snapped her fingers.

"Baba, stand up."

"Yes, bua."

As I stood up, I felt Rashida stand next to me, behind me, and place her hand on my smarting posterior.

"Where to hit his butt cheek is incredibly important." Rashida told Zarine. "The next time you sit down, pay attention to what part of your butt cheek that touches the chair first. That's the 'sit spot'. That's where you want to spank him on his pasa."

"Yes, apa."

"Here, check his pasa. Feel this part. This is the area -- the 'sit spot'."

As both Rashida and Zarine felt and touched my bum, I remembered how Rashida had coached Rubina similarly, so long ago. Wow, it seemed just like yesterday Rubina was being shown the ropes by Rashida. Where to hit. How to hit.

Yet, it had been years ago. And of course, since then, Rubina had always punished me far more strictly than Rashida. She loved to spank me hard, or cane me furiously. I would always end up in tears, begging Rubina for mercy by the time she was done. Whenever Rashida was really angry with me, she would get Rubina to punish me. So many times I had been on my knees, kissing Rubina's pretty feet, and begging her for mercy.

I wondered how sadistic Zarine would be. She was young, and new to this -- so she would probably experiment with me, harshly, until she found what worked for her. For now, Zarine was simply quiet, absorbing all this knowledge.

"Is there some place, apa," Zarine asked, "That I cannot hit him?"

"Good question. Excellent question, Zarine."

Rashida touched the upper part of my buttocks.

"This area -- where his butt cheek is near his tailbone -- never hit him here. Similarly," Her hands moved down, "His thighs. If you cane or spank him there, it will be super painful."

Involuntarily I gave a little shiver. I remembered the many number of times Rubina had caned my thighs, despite this warning from Rashida.

"I noticed when he was spreading his legs," Zarine asked, "His... er... nunu was hanging."

"Yes, the little nunu." Rashida snickered. "For a man getting spanked, the positioning of his penis can be vital. But it's mostly important when he's on your knees. For example, I like to leave it dangling between his legs, but Rubina like it smushed between her thighs. It's up to you."

"What about now, when we are caning him?"

"Just make sure not to hit it."

Both the ladies burst out laughing.

"Yes, apa."

"And," Rashida giggled, "Don't be afraid to give him some rubs down there between spanks, as well."

Again, both Zarine and Rashida laughed.

"Ok, baba, turn around." Rashida commanded, suddenly speaking to me again.

"Yes, bua."

Respectfully, I turned around to face her. My eyes were on the floor, of course, staring at her feet.

"Now I will show you how to slap him." Rashida announced. "Nothing tells a man his worth and place when compared to a woman like a slap on his face. Wouldn't you agree, Tarek?"

"Er... yes, bua. I am a worthless man, bua."

"Baba, show me your cheek."

"Yes, bua."

"Baba, what do you do when I slap you?" Rashida's question was to me, but I knew it was for Zarine's benefit.

"Bua! I thank you, apologize, and ask you for another slap."

"Good!"

SLAP!

A cracking sound resulted as the back of her hand met my face. The slap was fast, and hard. It left my cheeks with a stinging feeling.

"Thank you, bua, for slapping me. I should now be more respectful to you and choto bua. Please slap me again, bua."

SLAP!

"Thank you, bua, for slapping me. You will see a change in my attitude, bua. Please slap me again, bua."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The slaps rained down one after another. After slapping me no less than fifteen times, Zarine took over. She slapped me a further twenty five times. By the time the ladies were done, my cheeks were stinging, and I was blushing a bright red. Rashida was right -- of all my punishments, it was the slaps that humiliated me the most.

"Now, I will cane him." Rashda told Zarine. "That should do it for tonight. Baba has exams, so I don't want to keep him up for too long."

"Yes, apa. I was looking forward to caning him as well, apa."

I inwardly groaned. What was it with these younger girls? Zarine also seemed to take a delight in caning me, just like Rubina.

"Good, I believe this will be the first time you will be caning him. Now," Rashida turned to me and instructed, "Baba! I want you to walk over to the chair. I want you again to bend over the chair and hold on to the seat of the chair. Please assume that position now, baba."

"Yes, of course, my dear bua."

Suppliantly I did as she asked.

"Please spread your legs for me, baba."

I felt the tap of the cane on my inner thighs as I spread my legs far apart. This made my dick and balls hanging down completely exposed, between my legs. I felt very vulnerable. My maid had a cane in her hand, and I was standing in this humiliating position, bent over, legs spread apart.

"You will get fifteen strokes of the cane from me." Rashida decided. "And then fifteen from Zarine. Count them out loud, and make sure to thank us after each stroke. Do you understand, baba?"

"Yes, bua!" I replied. Thirty strokes. I could do this, I told myself.

I felt a tap on my already sore bum, heard a swoosh through the air, then...

WHACK!

A bolt of lightning shot across my ass cheeks, jolting my whole body.

"OUCH! One! Thank you, bua. Please cane me again."

WHACK!

"Ow! Ow! Two! Thank you, bua. Please cane me again."

Rashida tapped my cock and balls with the tip of the cane. This made me very aware, once again, that I was undressed and exposed, in my maid servant's room, bent over my chair with my legs apart. And, I was allowing my new maid to see me this way and cane me.

WHACK!

"Ow! Three! Thank you, bua. P-p-please cane me again."

And so it continued. After Rashida was done, Zarine took over. She was no Rubina, and the blows weren't as hard, but still, a cane is a cane. Soon she was down to her final stroke.

WHACK!

That last one was really painful. Zarine had swung with all of her might and the cane had come down fast, and my bottom was blistered and really stinging.

"Ouch! T-t-t-thirty! T-t-t-thank you, c-c-choto bua."

Rashida came over and I felt her hands on my buttocks.

"Good work, Zarine." She praised the younger girl. "Look at those marks! Nice and straight, evenly spaced welts, and equal distribution on each ass cheek. I think you're ready to pick up Rubina's duties."

"Thank you, apa."

Since it was the end of my paddling, Rashida commanded, "Baba! Stand up, and walk over to the corner with your hands on top of your head."

I did as she said. As I stood there, my bottom was really starting to sting. Involuntarily, I rubbed my ass.

"Do not place your hands on your behind, baba. Put them back on your head and hold your ears."

I stood erect in that "dunce" position, holding my ears, completely disgraced. My face was now flush with shame.

After ten minutes of standing still, I could feel both maid's hands on my red bum, admiring their spanking. Then Rashida turned me around so I was now facing her. Both maids started to stroke and massage my genitals.

"I notice he gets very erect." Zarine let go of my penis, even as Rashida continued to play with my balls. "Is that a problem during his punishment, apa?"

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

Ouch!

"Of course, apa."

Zarine then gently shook one of my balls.

"Are these testicles of any use to him, apa?"

Rashida laughed.

"I don't know... when he is being an ass, I sort of like striking them with my cane every now and then... it usually brings him to his knees really quick."

Zarine giggled, and once again shook my balls.

As if by coincidence, both maids stopped rubbing me. Involuntarily I let out a sigh. I was hoping Rashida would stroke me until I would cum, but no such luck today. My older maid examined my buttocks for a little bit more, and then once again snapped her fingers.

"Baba. Go to your room. Your punishment is over for the night. I expect you to get up early in the morning and study."

"Yes, bua." I then looked at her with pleading eyes. "Bua..."

"What is it, Tarek?"

"Can I... um... please... cum?"

Rashida fixed her gaze upon me.

"If I wanted you to cum, baba," She replied after a pause, "I would have continued to rub you, wouldn't I?"

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

"Hmm. I will let it go this time. Now, Tarek Zia, go to your room."

"Yes, bua."

* * *

It was 1 am. Sleep was hard to come. For one, my ass was really on fire. From 1030 pm, I had been spanked, slapped and caned for almost 90 minutes by the two ladies. When I had entered my room, I had examined my buttocks in the mirror. Lines criss-crossed my now very red derriere, and every time I touched them my ass cheeks stung. So now here I was, lying face down on the bed, on my belly, my pajamas pulled down to my knees, and the cool air from both the window air conditioner and the table fan directed towards my ass.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

I froze. It could be one of my parents -- though as a rule they NEVER woke up in the night. It couldn't be Rashida -- she would never knock. She would just open the door and come in. So it must be Zarine.

"Come in!" I said, trying not to be too loud, while at the same time moving fast to pull my pajamas up to my waist.

Zarine walked in. My guess had been right.

"Baba. I am glad to see you are still awake."

"Well..." I smiled stupidly and sat up in bed. "I am having trouble... sleeping... you know, Zarine- I mean, choto bua."

Zarine grinned. She pulled up a chair and sat down opposite me in bed.

"It must be difficult, isn't it?" She asked.

I didn't comprehend.

"Er... difficult?"

"Hmm... Baba, why don't you stand up for me?"

"Er... yes, of course Zarine- I mean, choto bua."

I got out of bed and stood in front of Zarine, who remained calmly seated on the chair.

"Is that a little bulge I see?" She suddenly asked, placing a gentle hand on my crotch. I said nothing as she began to rub the area. Despite the pajama in the way, my penis responded to her touch and started to get hard.

"So nice, when men respond like that." Zarine smiled and continued to rub me over my pajamas. "Now, baba, why couldn't you sleep?"

"Er... you see, choto bua... I..."

"Does your pasa pain, baba, where you got spanked?" She suddenly looked into my eyes and asked.

I found myself suddenly unable to meet her gaze out of shame. I glanced at the ground and nodded.

"Yes, choto bua." I admitted. "I have been punished quite thoroughly in the morning by bua with a long spanking. She had spanked me with her hand, with the hair brush, with her chappal, and with... other things... for quite long. And then... now... this..."

Zarined stopped rubbing my crotch, and raised her hands to catch the hemline of my pajama bottoms. She gave a gentle tug, and my pajamas fell to my ankles.

"You don't underwear, baba." Zarine commented, glancing at my genitals.

It was kind of strange. I was feeling ashamed to be naked like this in front of her in my room, even though I had just been naked some time ago in front of both my maids, and was punished and humiliated by them.

"Er... no, choto bua. I haven't worn underwear in the house for a long time"

"Why?"

"Um... you see, choto bua, it is Rashida... I mean bua's instructions to me." I tried to explain. "I am never to wear underwear while I am in the house. This is so she can pull down my pants any time and spank me immediately."

"I see."

Zarine pointed now at my pajama bottoms, which were on the floor at my ankles.

"Please step out of them, baba." She commanded.

"Yes, choto bua."

I now stood in front of Zarine, naked from the waist down. My pecker was semi-soft, begging to be rubbed. Zarine grinned.

"It must be difficult, eh, Tarek, to go from thinking of me as just Zarine, to now your new 'choto bua'?" She asked.

"Er..." Now I knew what she meant. "I will get used to it, choto bua. I will make sure you will be pleased with me, choto bua."

"No more trying to flirt with me... or comparing my eyes to the actress Moonmoon Sen!" Zarine grinned.

"Choto bua." I decided to take a small punt. "You are very beautiful, and your eyes are like those of Moonmoon Sen!"

"Hmm. You are still flirting with me, Tarek!" Zarine raised an eyebrow. "Didn't Rashida apa spank you for that as well?"

"Er... yes, choto bua. But you are a beautiful lady, choto bua."

"Hmm. Why, thank you, Tarek Zia." Zarine absent mindedly raised her hand and wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

"You still unhappy you didn't get to cum from your little nunu, Tarek?"

"Um... yes, choto bua." I decided to be honest. "Usually, after a Monday spanking, bua usually... you know..."

"I see." Zarine gave me a gentle rub. "Tell me one thing, baba. Why? Why do you do it?"

"What what, choto bua? Why do I do... what?"

Zarine continued to rub me.

"Why do you let yourself be disciplined by us? By Rashida apa? We are your maid servants, after all! I know of course how Rashida apa and Rubina used to punish you. I mean, I have played with you as well when Rubina was here. And when I was offered this job here, Rashida apa told me what was expected of me."

Zarina ran a forefinger down my penis.

"What I want to know, baba, is this. Why do you submit yourself to us? Why do you let us humiliate you? Is it just the thrill of being naked around women?"

Oh boy.

"Um... choto bua." I began. "I really love Rashida. Bua, I mean. I love her. I will do anything she tells me to. It's not just the fact that she's a strong woman who is taking control of me. I really find that fact hot, surprising as it is. But I am also madly in love with bua. I feel excited by the fact that such a wonderful woman such as bua wants to use me to service her. To pleasure her. I find myself getting really happy and excited when she orders me, and when I can serve her and make her happy."

"Even if she doesn't see you the same way?"

"Er... yes, choto bua. I love her. Even if she doesn't."

Zarine continued to rub me as I got harder and harder.

"I know you took her on a romantic date on her birthday." Zarine told me. "We all know what happened that night. Rashida apa was very happy with you and your behaviour then."

"Yes, choto bua."

"She even let you sleep next to her and cum on her butt."

"Yes, choto bua. Not in her ass, but on it."

Zarine rolled her eyes.

"Yet this morning, she gave you a thorough thrashing. She spanked you like a thoroughly irate head mistress would beat an utterly disobedient schoolboy. I could see you here, whenever I walked by your room, bent over and taking it on your ass. I could even hear it from the kitchen downstairs. And even now, when we were both disciplining you, she was complaining about your attitude."

I didn't say anything. Zarine was rubbing me thoroughly now, and I was hard. Very hard. Zarine looked up at me, and smiled.

"Baba, let's do something about this little nunu of yours. Do you want to cum?"

Oh did I!

"Yes, choto bua. May I? Please?"

Zarine laughed. She then once again wrapped one hand around my balls and another around my shaft, and started to stroke me. Soon she was pumping my cock quite furiously with her hand. After a few caresses I just couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh, bua! Oh Zarine! Oh choto bua! Oh Zarine!" I cried out. With a grunt, I started to cum. I erupted all over her hand, thighs, her breasts and the chair. Zarine didn't stop stroking me until I was completely spent. By the time I was done ejaculating, her blouse and sari was a mess.

"There, there." She told me, smiling at me. "You feel better now?"

"Yes, yes! Thank you, choto bua." I gushed. I was feeling quite relieved.

Zarine's hands went very softly to my balls.

"Baba." She said, gently shaking my balls. A drop of cum escaped from my now very flaccid penis and fell on her fingers. "I want to know one thing."

"Yes, choto bua?"

"And I want you to answer truthfully." Zarine looked up at me with a smile. She gave my balls a gentle squeeze. "After all, as Rashida apa says, I have your balls in my hand."

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

"Baba." Zarine asked. "Why did you get disciplined this morning?"

There was a pause. I didn't know what to say.

"Baba." Zarine gently shook my testicles. "Last month, it was Rubina's final month in this house... and something happened. What exactly happened here last month? What happened between you and Rubina? And why did Rashida apa beat you so thoroughly this morning? And complain about your attitude? What changed since that romantic date you took her on?"

"Er... choto bua..." I began, but Zarine cut me off.

"I know it's all connected together." She said, once again giving my balls a gentle squeeze. "Something happened between you and Rubina. Something that shouldn't have been. I could sense it at her wedding. And I know Rashida apa was thinking highly of you after you took her out for dinner that week -- at Quest Mall. So much so that you were allowed to ejaculate on her body! But then, suddenly, her feelings towards you changed. Again. And today -- you got spanked in the morning in a way you haven't been spanked by her for a long time. I told you I could hear you being punished from the kitchen."

I said nothing. Zarine remained silent for a while, and then gently shook my penis.

"Tell me what happened, and I won't tell Rashida apa that I let you cum on me tonight."

"Yes, choto bua."

It was time to spill the beans.

On what really happened that night, with Rubina, Rashida, and I.

"So, baba." The beautiful Zarine toyed with my balls as she held firmly them in her hands. "Start talking."

I looked at this young girl who had just started working as a maid servant in my house, and yet had a firm grasp on my testicles. Such was the power I had surrendered over to her.

"Yes, choto bua."

Zarine.

My current beautiful sexy choto bua. Asking me about Rubina, my former beautiful sexy choto bua.

Zarine had a mischievous grin as she kneaded my left testicle and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger.

"Your testicles are very nice to play with, Tarek." She smiled. "Big and round. Do you get hard when I rub your ball sack, Tarek?"

"Er... yes, choto bua." I then added, "You are a beautiful young woman, choto bua. You can see the effect of that on me."

Zarine grinned again.

"I can see that, Tarek. This 'beautiful young woman' just spanked, slapped and caned you, Tarek."

"I am your slave, choto bua."

Zarine made a noise. I guess she had enough of my servile attitude.

"Tell me what happened, baba. Don't leave anything out, Tarek." She instructed. "I want to know EVERY thing."

"Yes, choto bua."

"No matter how embarrassing it was for you, don't leave it out."

"Yes, choto bua. You are now my mistress, choto bua, and I am your slave. I am required not to have any shame or modesty before you."

"Good. Because this morning I have seen the way Rashida punished you. Especially in the kitchen. You don't really have any dignity in this house, Tarek!"

"Er... yes, choto bua."

"Now start talking."

I took a deep breath.

"This all started about a week before Rubina's wedding..."

FOUR WEEKS AGO...

If I was naming my episodes the way the classic TV show Friends did, this one would be called "The One Where Tarek Gets Slapped. Repeatedly."

It was hot. It was very, very hot.

The time of the year was late April, and the weather is supposed to be mild (by our Indian standards), but boy was it hot!! Even at night there was no relief -- it was not just hot but humid as well. Kolkata was going through a heat wave in April it didn't even face in the peak of the summer.

It was morning, right after breakfast, and a Sunday. My parents had finished breakfast, and had just headed out. They were taking a morning flight to Delhi to visit some relatives, and wouldn't be back for three days. So it was just the maids -- the older Rashida and the younger Rubina -- and I. I was supposed to have gone as well, but my final exams were just about a month away, so I had decided to stay.

In a week Rubina was supposed to be married off, and Rashida did indicate she was planning to throw a little bachelorette party where the ladies would play some "games" if I remained, so that was another incentive to stay behind. Knowing Rashida, she probably was going to have me serve the ladies naked, and really have a full Clothed Females Naked Male Tarek night.

I was in the kitchen, at the table there, eating my breakfast. Rashida was at the counter, busy chopping some vegetables that she was going to put in some bags and freeze for later. Her back was to me, and I continued to watch her on the sly, as I finished my meal. Her sari had gone into the cleft of her ass, and her big buttocks jiggled as she cut and chopped. I watched the dance of her big bottom, and I was getting a little hard as Rashida's ass continued to wriggle. Oh how I wish I could rub myself against that pasa again! I remembered how Rashida had let me cum on her. Oh how I wanted to do that again!

In any case, my breakfast was over and I had to go study. However, right after I had cleared away the dishes and put them into the sink, Rubina walked up to me.

"Baba." Suddenly Rubina's beautiful face with her sultry lips that were begging to be kissed was mere inches away from mine. "I have a task for you."

"Yes, choto bua?"

Rubina slowly reached out and placed her hand on my crotch.

"You are already a little hard, baba." She commented, rubbing my manhood through my pajamas.

Aw crap!

"I... I... I am in the presence of my beautiful maids, my mistress." I tried to think of an excuse. "Just being in your presence is arousing for me, my dear choto bua."

I could hear Rashida try to stifle a laugh.

"Hmm." Rubina continued to rub me. "I will miss you when I am married, baba."

"I will miss you too, choto bua." I meant that sincerely. "It is a pleasure and honour to be of service to a beautiful woman such as you, choto bua."

Rubina gave me a final rub over my penis before snapping her fingers.

"Go to the maids' washroom and wait there for me. I want you fully nangta (naked) inside."

"Er... yes, choto bua." I replied, wondering what she had planned. As her wedding date approached closer, she seemed to be growing more and more restless. Though she had a spring in her step, I could also see that she was antsy, nervous, sad and happy... all at the same time.

Just as I stepped out of the kitchen, I could hear Rashida start to talk to Rubina. I paused for a minute outside in the hall to eavesdrop.

"What are you planning to do with him, Rubina?" The older maid asked. "He has exams to study for, and you have chores here."

"I won't take too long, apa." The sassy younger maid replied. "Maybe I will do a little toilet with baba, hehe..."

She plans to do a little 'toilet' with me. Uh oh.

"Hmm." Rashida paused thoughtfully. "I know this is your last week here. But you know Tarek has his exams coming up as well. His graduation depends on it. I promised his mother that I would ensure baba would study. If he has to take over the family shops in Delhi, he has to graduate properly, you know. His parents will be sending him to Delhi soon."

"Yes, apa, I know." Rubina said. "I won't take too long, I promise. Just have a little fun with him before sending him away. He can then have all day to study."

Rashida seemed to think for a minute.

"OK, that should be fine. Not too long, bujhle?"

"Yes, apa."

"It's actually been a while since Tarek has been punished at all." Rashida reflected. "He hasn't even been slapped by me in a while. Maybe he thinks I am taking it easy on him after that dinner... at Quest Mall."

"So what exactly happened at that dinner, apa?" Rubina asked. "You rewarded him so much... even letting him rub against you and then cum on your pasa! That's a very big reward! He was practically humping you!"

"He deserved that." Rashida said. "He behaved very well that day... just the way a slave should when his mistress was feeling sad. Everything he did was right that day. And he completely submitted himself to me... fully and thoroughly... "

Aw... she really appreciated my behavior that day!

"But since then... you haven't really punished him at all, apa." Rubina reminded her. "As you said, not even a slap!"

"Yes, baba needs a few slaps, from time to time." Rashida laughed. "I just noticed him ogling my ass as I was cutting the vegetables. He thought I wouldn't see... on such a sunny day you can see the reflection in this window pane! I actually saw him lick his lips!"

"Well, you do have a big pasa, apa!" Rubina was mischievous. "And it shakes when you cut vegetables. Chop! Chop! Chop! Bum Shake! Bum Shake! Bum Shake!"

I could hear the maids share a laugh.

"Are you going with him to Delhi, apa?" Rubina asked Rashida.

"Most likely, Rubina." Rashida answered. "You will be married, and gone. I am sure there will be a new maid here. I have recommended Zarine. So Tarek's mother won't send a young girl like her with him. She will send me -- his old, fat, harmless maid -- or so she thinks!"

Again both the maids shared a laugh.

"Well, you ARE old and fat!" Rubina teased her companion. "But definitely not harmless! Baba knows that by now!"

"He certainly does." Rashida agreed. "We are punishing him for what... five... six years by now?"

"I know!" Rubina chuckled. "I still couldn't believe the first time I heard... the noises... coming from your bedroom, late one night. And how... he used to try and flirt with me... and brush up against me. And then... soon... I was spanking him! Slapping him! It's been fun!"

"We are lucky his parents go to bed like clockwork." Rashida admitted. "It would have been tricky otherwise."

"Well, you will have no one to disturb you in Delhi. You will have him completely at your mercy there, apa." Rubina remarked. "Boy, I am jealous! He will be at your beck and call! What will you make him do! Rub your feet? Kiss your big bum? Drink your piss? Giving you oral service! Whenever you want!"

"Delhi is still far, Rubina." Rashida was philosophical. "I haven't thought that far ahead."

"But... think, apa!" Rubina's excitement showed through her voice. "When both of you move to Delhi, you will have an apartment... all to yourselves! All the time!"

"I am the maid, Rubina." Rashdia replied succinctly. "Tarek has shops to manage... he will be busy."

"But at night he will be home!" Rubina continued. "Oh... you can play with him to your heart's content then! You will definitely not be the maid then!"

Oh how I wanted Rashida to 'play' with me!

"Forget playing. I really wanted to slap baba NOW for that ogling, but I am busy." Rashida said, before deftly changing the subject. "Be sure to slap him for me when you... play toilet with him."

"Apa, don't worry!" Rubina told her. "I will be sure to give him a few slaps -- on your behalf!"

"After you are done playing toilet with baba," Rashida instructed. "Call Farida, Zarine and Shabina. Maybe we can have a small party between us tomorrow sometime. Tarek's parents won't be here. It will be like your bachelorette party. And Tarek can serve us and entertain us. Naked, like always. And as the bride-to-be, you can have more fun with him."

"Yes, I will do that. Thank you, apa." I heard Rubina walk up to Rashida and kiss her on her cheek.

SMOOCH!

"You are so lovely and thoughtful, apa."

SMOOCH!

"You deserve it, Rubina, after so many years of service here, and our close friendship. Now go."

"Er... apa... maybe we can have some fun with Tarek... tonight as well?"

"Let's see." Rashida was non-committal. "I want him to study for his exams, rather. OK, go now, do your little 'toilet' with Tarek. And don't waste too much time."

I didn't hear Rubina's answer to that, as I rushed towards the maid bathroom. And only just in time. As I waited outside the door, Rubina was there merely a minute later.

"What the..." She appeared displeased to see me. "You are still fully clothed, Tarek!"

"Oh..." I had completely forgotten I had to strip as per her orders. "Choto bua, I forgot. I am so sorry..."

I didn't finish my sentence, as Rubina raised her hand.

"Do you like being slapped by your maids, Tarek?"

"Er... choto bua... I..."

SLAP!

It was a hard, hard, hard slap. For a young woman, Rubina could slap really hard.

It was also the first of many slaps I was to receive that day.

"I fucking called you to the fucking bathroom. Why would I want you fucking clothed, Tarek? I TOLD you... I ORDERED you... to be fucking naked! You fucking loser!"

Rubina had recently started to swear when punishing me, and she would slip the English word "fuck" in between her Bengali.

"I am sorry, my dear choto bua. I will start to strip now."

The back of her hand once again met my cheek.

SLAP!

"You should have enough fucking sense by now. Are you new to this, baba? Do you LIKE getting slapped for nothing?"

"No, my sweet bua. I am so sorry, my lovely bua. I do apologize, my sweet bua."

SLAP!

SLAP!

Rubina slapped me twice in fast succession, using the back of her hand to hit my cheeks hard. It was starting to sting already -- as I said, she could slap me hard.

"And what is it now... you don't count your slaps and ask for one more? Have you forgotten, Tarek?"

"I am very sorry, bua. You are right of course, my beautiful bua."

Rubina was in a huff. She looked so sexy, pouting like that. And I was, as usual, going to get slapped again by her.

"Ten slaps." Rubina announced. "Show me your cheeks. Bend down a bit."

I was now of course far taller than Rubina, so that was why she was asking me to bend down a bit.

"Yes, of course, bua. As you wish, my pretty bua."

"Actually, no." Rubina changed her mind. "Kneel down. On the floor."

"Yes, my lovely choto bua. Your wish is my command, my sexy choto bua."

I knelt down on the floor, going on my knees, just outside the bathroom door.

Rubina's hand remained raised, and I winced as she flicked.

SLAP!

It was a hard, fast blow against my left cheek.

"One. Thank you, choto bua. I am so sorry, my sexy bua. Please slap me again."

Rubina grinned.

"I am glad to see you are using those adjectives before the word bua when you address me, as I have taught you."

She stretched out her hand in front of me.

"Kiss my hand, my slave."

"Yes, my dear choto bua."

Like a lowly fief kissing the hand of his mistress, I took her hand and raised it to my lips, kissing her on the knuckles, and paying homage to my young, beautiful, sexy, horny mistress. At that moment, she looked so regal. And yes, I know I was the slave in that relationship, but I was getting to kiss that beautiful hand.

As I let go of that hand, Rubina raised it again.

SLAP!

"Two. Thank you, choto bua. I am so sorry, my beautiful bua. Please slap me again."

"Kiss my hand."

"Yes, bua."

Once again I kissed the hand that had just slapped me.

SLAP!

"Three. Thank you, choto bua. I am very sorry, my adorable bua. Please slap me again."

"Kiss my hand."

"Yes, bua."

And so it continued until she had slapped me ten times.

SLAP!

Kiss.

SLAP!

Kiss.

SLAP!

Kiss.

SLAP!

Kiss.

SLAP!

Kiss.

SLAP!

Kiss.

SLAP!

Kiss.

Each time I counted, apologized, and thanked her for the slap, before asking her to slap me again. And each time, in between, I pressed my lips to her hand. Each slap was also getting progressively stronger and stronger. There was a difference in how Rubina slapped as compared to Rashida. Rashida had big, chubby hands, so each slap was hard, but Rubina was fast -- so each slap stung.

I was glad there was no one else at home -- it would be tough to explain the red marks on my cheeks.

After the tenth slap, Rubina ordered me to disrobe.

"Stand up! Now! Take off your fucking clothes. All of them. Put them there."

"Yes, choto bua."

Wary of getting slapped again, I quickly took off my T-shirt and then my pajamas. I have now been naked in front of her so many times that I didn't even think twice about it. I turned around, folded my clothes and put them on a small console table nearby. I was now standing fully naked in front of my young mistress. Rubina, glancing at me, looked ravishing. She had a small grin at the corner of her lips.

"I will miss this when I get married." She said. "My own little bitch, naked and obedient, ready to be punished, and his little nunu getting hard at that thought!"

I didn't say anything, but just waited silently as Rubina glanced me up and down. I had submitted to these two ladies so often that being naked around them was now almost second nature to me. There was still the embarrassment I felt at stripping in front of my maids, true, but by now the sense of shame was much diluted.

"Get in." Rubina ordered, pointing to the bathroom door. "You just made me waste five whole fucking minutes, Tarek!"

"Er... yes, choto bua. I am sorry, choto bua. I am yours to be punished as you see fit, my beautiful bua!"

Once we were both inside, Rubina turned and shut and locked the door. We were both now alone inside the small toilet.

"How old are you, baba?" Rubina suddenly asked me. I was surprised, I wasn't expecting that question.

"Er, um, twenty three now, choto bua."

Rubina raised both arms and now held me by my ears. She first pinched my right earlobe, and then my left.

"And I am twenty two."

"Yes, choto bua. You are young, and really, really beautiful."

Rubina started to twist my ears, making me squirm.

"And here I am," She continued, "Your 'young, really, really beautiful' maid servant, far younger than you in fact, giving you, my so-called-master, a proper kaan dola. You have no self-respect, Tarek. A twenty three year old MAN, and getting a kaan dola from this girl! A girl who is his lowly maid!"

Rubina continued to pull and twist my ears. I wisely didn't say anything in reply. What could I say! She was right. I often wondered how I was in this situation.

Did you ever see the Bollywood song Aa Re Pritam Pyaare from the movie Rowdy Rathore? It was one of the raunchiest songs in a major film in recent times. Mumaith Khan, Maryam Zakaria, Shakti Mohan, and the other girls, with their exposed tummies, bare navels and naked waists, along with the gyration of their shapely buttocks and heaving bosoms, really raised the erotic level of that song. It's one song that was not just raunchy, but naughty. A lot of it was left to your imagination. The girls weren't naked, but what they showed -- their bellies and their navels and their waists -- made you think what was hidden. Everyone around them was horny and aroused by their dancing.

Now imagine me -- a young man -- bursting with testosterone and continuously horny, just exploring my own sexual needs, in a house where the beautiful maids naughtily exposed themselves all the time to me. Rashida's big tummy, her waist, the sari clinging to her buttocks and her big breasts that always threatened to jump out of her blouse. Whenever she had her back to me and walked away, 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. Oh, how I always wanted to bury my face in that gigantic buttocks of hers! Oh, how I wanted to sniff her smelly asshole, and lick and kiss her big, beautiful bum, and worship those sweaty feet!

And then there was Rubina.

Rubina, with a fit, slender body, attractive curves and a sassy face, ever ready to clip my ear. The way she would casually rub me down there when she passed me by the hall. Or give me that naughty grin.

Now go back to that song. Aa Re Pritam Pyaare. That erotic level of that film song, multiplied a thousand times, was what faced me all the time. No wonder the maids had me at their beck and call. I was their puppy. Their paltu kutta. Their willing slave. And that is why I was now here, naked, in the maid's bathroom, with Rubina twisting my ears.

"You are awfully quiet, baba." Rubina interrupted my thoughts.

"I am sorry, choto bua."

Rubina let go of my burning ears, and tenderly cupped my balls.

"Baba. I need to pee." Rubina told me, gently kneading my balls between her thumb and forefinger, as one would roll a ball of dough. "Yet, I feel an overwhelming desire to humiliate you. To punish you."

Again I stayed silent in reply.

"What do you say to that, Tarek?"

"Er... my beautiful, young, lovely choto bua. You may be my maid but I am your slave. Please do to me what you wish. I am yours to be punished. I am yours to be humiliated."

Rubina then wrapped her hands around my flaccid member and started to softly stroke it. Despite all that was going on, unbelievably I started to respond to her touch and get hard.

"Hmm. I am so going to miss this little nunu when I get married." Rubina was thinking to herself, while continuing to fondle my genitals, and no doubt aware of my semi-hard erection. "I really had a full bladder, baba. I think I know what to do."

"Oh my favourite choto bua." I asked. "What do you want to do?"

Rubina looked at me and grinned. She then continued to rub my phallus and blew me a kiss. By this time, I also had an idea of what Rubina was going to do. She had done it many times before.

Maybe I will do a little toilet with baba...

Rubina let go of me and my manhood, and started to disrobe herself. She took off the pallu of her sari and then started to unwrap it. Once it was completely off, she hung it on a hanger from the door. Then she untied the knot of her petticoat and let it drop on the floor, before she picked it up and hung it off the door as well. Down came her panties in quick succession.

All she had was her top garments on. She was now completely naked below the waist. I just stared at her, oblivious to my erection. I could see that her pubic area was completely shaved, and she obviously kept herself very clean. Her body was the very picture of a young woman in full bloom of youth. Fit, thin, curves in the right places.

"Do you see my choot (cunt)?" Rubina asked me. I could only nod in reply. At that moment, all I wanted to do was insert my hard dick into that cunt! Every time I saw her nude, she just seemed to grow more and more beautiful!

"I have shaved it completely, for my husband." Rubina announced, "He will fuck me when we marry. Have some shame, Tarek. All this time, this choot was here, and you never got to fuck it, you loser."

All this time, this choot was here, and you never got to fuck it... those words stung.

Rubina then reached around behind her back and unclasped her blouse. As a final act, her bra came off, freeing the lovely melons underneath that sprang up. There were we, both of us stark naked, yet she was the one in control despite being my maid, and I was the naked one who was her slave, despite being the boss.

"What do you think, my bitch?" Rubina cupped her right breast in her hand and jiggled it. "Do you like my breasts, Tarek?"

I was almost chocking.

"I... er... choto bua, you really have lovely breasts."

Rubina was young, and she was a great sight to stare at. As were her tits. Oh, how I wanted to suck on those!

My younger maid now cupped and wiggled her left breast. "And, this?"

"Oh my sexy bua." I sincerely meant every word. "You have lovely breasts. Both of them."

Rubina pinched her nipples seductively.

"Do you wish to lick them, slave?"

"Yes, my beautiful bua. Which man wouldn't?"

Rubina laughed.

"Maybe tonight, slave. If you are good. I bet you are wishing you could fuck me."

"Er... yes... choto bua."

Rubina laughed. She must have noted the hopeful pleading tone in my voice.

"You are pathetic. You get hard when I twist your ears and slap you! You will be fucking me... only in your dreams! You should apologize for even thinking about that!"

"I am sorry, choto bua."

"Now shut up, and kneel on the floor. No, not there, you fucking asshole!"

SMACK!

SMACK!

I was slapped twice in quick succession for my slowness to understand her command.

"I am very sorry, choto bua."

"Right there, by the commode, Tarek. Kneel!"

"Yes, my beautiful bua."

I got down on the floor and knelt down beside the commode. Rubina came and sat down at the edge of the commode, facing me.

"OK, baba. Now open your mouth, and drink as much as possible! This is the only part of you that is coming in contact with my cunt!"

Rubina parted her legs and grabbed my hair. She then pulled me by the hair, burying my face into her beautiful clit. An overwhelming aroma of her genitals filled my mouth and nostrils. My lips pressed on to her genitals. I gave a little kiss to her cunt, before opening my mouth wide.

Rubina grunted, and began to urinate into my mouth.

* * *

It was night time. I remember that week.

It was hot. Really hot. Again!

It is supposed to get cooler as the sun goes down, but the world was doing something else then. It just got hotter and hotter. India as a whole was going through some sort of crazy heat wave. There was draught in Punjab, I remember.

And to cap it all, THREE out of the FIVE air conditioning units in our house had ALL stopped working, AT THE SAME TIME, this afternoon.

There was one working one in my parents' bedroom, of course, but their room was under lock and key, as my mum and dad were in Delhi. If I wanted to, I could go to that room, but I usually as a rule didn't unlock their bedroom if they had locked it prior to leaving. I also didn't need to, as there was an air conditioning unit in my room, and it was working.

The one in the living room had broken down, and similarly, my parents had installed one in Rashida's room, which too was on the fritz. It was a remarkable coincidence, and it couldn't have come at a worse time. Rubina, as the junior maid, didn't have an air conditioning unit in her bedroom. The last remaining air conditioning unit was in the visitors' drawing room, and it too had blown a fuse.

As it was a Sunday, and Murad, our usual mechanic, was busy. I had called around a couple of other mechanics as well. But they had all said they were really busy, and could only come tomorrow morning. For one day, and one night, we would have to tolerate this heat.

It was around 1030 pm at night, and I was studying in my room for exams that would start in two weeks. My own A/C was on full blast, the ceiling fan was on and it was still mildly hot. At least I was studying in comfort, and would enjoy a good sleep. I wondered how hot it was downstairs, or in the maids' quarters. Poor ladies!

You might think why the maids didn't just sleep in my room! After all, by now I was their slave, their bitch boy, and thoroughly under their spell and domination. Yet, despite the fact that they were my mistresses, Rashida and Rubina never compromised with their duties around the house. They were maid servants, and their task was to do the menial chores around the house, and they remembered this.

They hardly ever made me do any of their tasks. Yes, a few times I had been commanded to clean their washrooms or their rooms or mop the kitchen or help out, but those were rare, and were meant as humiliation or punishment for me. They also kept to their rooms for the most part, and all my punishments and my humiliation as their slave usually happened in Rashida or Rubina's bedrooms, for the most part.

So I did feel sorry for them, especially Rashida.

Rashida had put on a little bit more weight recently, and I was sure she was now feeling quite uncomfortable, hot and bloated, with this weather. To top it all off, my mother had called in the afternoon and asked them to clean up the house quite well for a party when they were back. My mother wasn't the type who was very considerate of the domestic help -- they were there to do their job. And Rashida and Rubina had gamely obeyed orders, despite the heat. The house was spic and span, and would be ready for Friday night's party.

Rubina had been really strange the whole day. I could almost call her horny. Perhaps she was thinking about her upcoming nuptials. After she had her "little toilet" with me, and I had cleaned up and showered and returned to my room, she had visited me twice.

I was embarrassed to face her, knowing just some time ago she had urinated on me and forced me to drink her pee. It was highly emasculating when your maid servant has that power. When someone uses you as a urinal, you really cannot meet their gaze. So, as she entered, I kept my eyes down.

Rubina entered my room, made me stand up, and put her hand inside my pajamas. She stroked me until I was very, very hard, and then blew me a taunting kiss and left, standing there helplessly with a raging boner, unable (and forbidden) to cum. It was another demonstration of her youth and the affect it had on me, and her power over me.

The second time she entered and sat down on the bed. For some time, she did nothing but just watched me study. I guess she was also using the time to cool down in my air conditioned room. Then she just called me, and made me stand in front of her.

Rubina reached and caught the waistband of my pajamas and pulled it slightly to expose a little gap. Slowly her hand made its way inside, and she wrapped her dainty fingers around my now not-so-flaccid member.

"Does it arouse you, baba, when I talk about spanking your big bottom?"

"I... I..." I grew red as Rubina rolled her fingers across my balls.

"Your maid servants laugh at you, pee on you, and spank your pasa, and punish you and slap your cheeks, baba. Where's your manhood?"

"I... I am sorry, choto bua. You know how I love to serve you both."

Rubina laughed.

"I can see red marks on your cheek, baba. How did they get there?"

"Er... choto bua, I think that was when you had slapped me in the morning."

"I see. Baba, those marks appear to be fading away. I want you to have fresh marks. I am going to have to slap you again, Tarek Zia."

"Choto bua, you know I am your slave. Please slap me, bua."

Rubina laughed again. Then she made me kneel down on the floor and proceeded to slap me quite a few times.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

I had to count and thank her for each slap, and ask again to be slapped -- which always seemed to make her laugh. Finally, after another fifteen slaps which left my face burning, she stood up and turned around, so her back was to me.

"Baba, what do you think of my bum?" She asked me, turning her head slightly. Even though my cheeks were stinging, my eyes were now focused on her derriere.

"I... Choto bua, you have a very nice pasa indeed."

"Thank you, baba. Now please lift my sari up to expose this lovely pasa of mine."

"Yes, choto bua."

Rubina was wearing a black thong underneath, which was just a string across the crack of her butt. She reached around and parted the thong.

"Do you see my ass-hole, baba?"

"Yes, choto bua."

"My poop and fart comes out through this ass, Tarek." Rubina said. "But if I ask you to lick it, will you?"

"Choto bua." I was honest. "You know I am your servant and slave. I have licked you here many times before. I will always be ready to lick your pasa and your ass-hole, choto bua. It is an honour for me."

"Good. So do it. Lick it, Tarek. Make it nice and wet."

"Yes, choto bua."

I buried my face into the mounds of her buttocks and started to lick her ass-hole. Even as my nose tried to ignore the rancid odor, my tongue poked and lashed its way into the depths of her anus, obediently trying to make it wet. She thrust her behind into my face as I remained buried in her rectum like a dog sniffing its master's butt.

"Do you like sucking my ass, baba?" Rubina laughed again.

"Yes, choto bua."

"What do you say, baba?"

"Thank you, choto bua."

"Say 'thank you choto bua for letting me suck and lick your pasa'."

"Thank you choto bua for letting me suck your beautiful pasa."

As I continued to lick and lap at her buttocks, I felt a sudden urge to kiss her there. So after some time, I puckered my lips and place a kiss on her left butt cheek. Immediately Rubina told me to stop, and then turned around. She caught me by the ears and pulled me up to stand in front of her, facing her. I was then slapped four times in quick succession.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

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

I couldn't meet her gaze, and kept my eyes lowered. She reached out and once again twisted my ears.

"Imagine, you are getting punished," Rubina taunted me, while pulling my ear harshly, "For kissing your maid servant's dirty bottom."

"I am sorry, choto bua." I apologized, even as my ears got a good pinch from her fingers. "Please forgive me.

Rubina then let go of my ears, and once again I was slapped four times in quick succession.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Do you know why I slapped you, baba?" Rubina asked me again.

"Er no, my dear choto bua."

"Because I can, Tarek. Because you let me. I am your maid, and yet... instead of fucking me, you let ME slap YOU."

It was true. I was well and truly under their spell.

She slapped me a few more times before leaving. That had been Rubina's second visit of the day. And now, it was night time.

A rumble in my stomach reminded me I hadn't eaten for some time. I had an early lunch at 1, and then had been studying. I needed a break. And then I remembered what Rubina had asked Rashida this morning.

Apa... maybe we can have some fun with Tarek... tonight as well, Rubina had said.

My cock twitched.

She said "we". As in both of them.

Yes, Rashida had been non-committal. She knew it was exam time and she usually did not 'play' with me during exams.

"Maybe Rashida is up." I thought. "I should go check the situation out."

I really wanted to cum. I knew that if one of the maids caught and punished me... again, perhaps I would be allowed to cum out of mercy.

As I walked down the stairs, I heard both Rashida and Rubina speaking.

Oh good, they are both up, I realized.

They were in the living room, with the television set on. I guess with my parents away, and only me at home, they felt comfortable enough to sit on the couch in the living room and watch some television -- something they would never do if my mother was at home. I tiptoed to hear their conversation.

"Oh, apa, it is sooooo hot!" I heard Rubina complain. "Soooo hot, apa!"

"What to do!" Rashida, as usual, was philosophical. "All the A/Cs are out, even in my room. We just have to wait till tomorrow when Murad comes to fix it."

"He couldn't come now?" Rubina insisted, even though it was so late at night.

"It's too late now, Rubina." Rashida replied. "He was so busy today. Baba called a few other people too. Earliest is tomorrow morning. Apparently a lot of the air conditioning units are down, especially the older ones. Maybe they will have to replace ours... who knows!"

"I am stinking, apa." Rubina complained. "I am drenched in my sweat."

"I am not exactly smelling of flowers at the moment either." Rashida replied in an acerbic tone. "I need a shower. Probably for the tenth time today. My body is so wet with my sweat!"

There was silence for some time, during which I heard their heavy breathing. I myself had started to sweat; it was quite muggy downstairs, even with the fans on.

"We can't go and sleep in baba's room, can we?" Rubina asked, somewhat hopefully. "His a/c is working."

"You know we don't do that, Rubina." Rashida admonished her gently. "He is studying. Besides, after all, we are still maid servants, and he is the son of our master. We cannot just go to his room!"

"Come on, apa." Rubina laughed. "We all know the truth about Tarek. He is our bitch! Why can't we make use of that? He will never say no to us if we go to his room! Even if we kick him out!"

"Rubina." Rashida slightly raised her voice. "We have talked about this before. True -- he is our slave boy. Our paltu kutta (obedient pet dog), if you will. But we also have a role in this house. We can't let the games we play with Tarek interfere with our roles in this house."

The games we play...

Rubina said something in a low voice, and Rashida chose not to respond. Once again, there was some silence.

"Although," Rashida reflected, "if you want to go to his room to have some 'fun' with him, for some time, it should be ok. Just get back here after that and let him study."

There! I knew what Rubina's 'fun' meant. She would strip me naked and spank and slap me for a long time. I really didn't want that. Enough slaps today already.

But if Rashida wanted to do that... Oh Rashida! How I love you! I would do anything for you! You could slap me all you want! Oh my love!

"When you go with him to Delhi, are you going to respect your 'role' in the house, apa?" Rubina asked. I guess the heat was making her easily irritated. I have never seen her snap at Rashida like this.

Rashida was mature and non-committal.

"Abhi Delhi dur hain." She replied, again using the famous Hindi expression to say Delhi is still far.

I decided to make an entry. At least that way both maids were there, and maybe Rashida would "play" with me too, and not just Rubina.

I stepped back towards the stairs, and cleared my throat loudly. I then started to walk towards the living room again, this time leaving no doubt to anyone there that I was coming. As I entered the room, I could literally smell their sweat in the heat.

"Oh." I remarked when I entered, pretending to be surprised to see both my maids up and about at this time of the night. And then, as my eyes became used to the dim light and my maid servants came into view, my jaws dropped, truly in surprise.

My maids were both sitting on the sofa, naked.

OK, I am exaggerating. They weren't completely naked. But nearly!

Normally, Rashida and Rubina would be wearing the traditional Bengali Indian clothes when in the house. Sari, with blouse and petticoat underneath, and under that the bras and panties. Of course, with lot of the waist and their tummy and navel showing. Now they were just in their bras and panties. I could see the saris, the petticoats and the blouses on the empty sofa adjacent to them.

So, ya... not naked at all. But... in their barest undergarments. They were so hot that they had stripped down to their bare essentials, while I had been enjoying my air conditioned room, studying.

Not to mention, while Rubina at least wore her bra properly, Rashida's big giant breasts were out of their bra. As I said, my older buxom maid had put on a bit of weight recently, and some of that weight had gone to her already larger than usual boobs. Now, they just hung out there -- huge, enormous, globules of gorgeous sexy bubbly fat boob glistening with sweat dripping down the large dark areoles. I stared at them in surprise -- perhaps a bit longer than was usual. I mean, I have seen Rashida's boobs before, but any time you saw that heavenly sight, you wanted to take it all in.

"What are you doing here, baba?" Rashida asked, barely raising an eyebrow. She made no move to cover herself up or make herself decent, as if a maid sitting on the sofa with her boobs hanging out, talking to her master's son, was the most common thing in the world. I had to force myself to avoid staring at her exposed tits, and lowered my eyes out of respect. I wondered if she had noticed me staring at her cleavage.

"Bua... I... I was hungry." I stammered. "So I... just came downstairs."

"Aw, look at him lower his eyes." Rubina remarked. "He's trying to avoid staring at your stan (boobs), apa!"

Damn Rubina!

"Well, only now." Rashida was observant. "At first, he was starting at my chest like a dog stares at a bone."

So Rashida had noticed! I felt like I should say something in my defence.

"Forgive me, bua. You really have lovely breasts, bua." I stated. "Please forgive me for staring at them. They are beautiful to look at. You are beautiful to look at, bua. You know how much I love you, bua. So I couldn't avoid looking at your cleavage. But it's not just your boobs, bua. I really love you with all my heart."

With a sigh, Rashida put the TV on mute, and then ponderously stood up. Her giant melons swung this way and that way as she walked, or rather waddled, over towards me. She came and stood directly in front of me.

"So, you like my tits, baba?" Rashida asked.

She completely ignored the fact that I, once again, had professed my love for her.

"Er... b-b-bua." I stammered. "You know y-y-you have the m-m-most gorgeous, lovely, sexy breasts of any woman I have seen. You are a very beautiful woman, bua. I love you, bua. I would do anything for you, bua. Please forgive me for staring, bua."

Rashida put a hand on my ear and pinched my earlobe between her fingers.

"And how many women's boobs have you seen, baba?" She asked me, giving me a full ear twist, and again ignoring me professing my love for her, as usual.

"Er... bua... just yours, and of course, choto bua's."

"And all the porn that you still watch." Rashida kept a firm grip as she gave me an ear pull.

"Er... no, bua." I replied. "I don't watch now... not like before..."

"As usual, you lie." Rashida continued to pull my ear sharply. "I know where you keep your stash. All your DVDs. In the third suitcase above your almirah!"

How Rashida knew that... wow!

"Oh, bua. I am telling you honestly, I don't watch... at least not as much as before."

"Hmmm. 'Not as much as before'. Now you have spoken the truth." Rashida gave my ear a good final tug before letting go. "And... tell me... is it just my boobs that are sexy, Tarek?"

"No, of course, not! Bua!" I was vehement. "Every part of you is beautiful, bua. You are the most beautiful woman on earth, bua. Every part of you is sexy."

I meant every word. Rashida, in my eyes, was the sexiest lady on earth.

"I am a fat old lady."

"No, bua!" I denied the fact. "You are not fat. I love your waist, and your tummy, and your navel! Your boobs! Your buttocks! You are a very desirable woman! I love you, bua. You know that. I really love you."

"Hmm." Rashida seemed to think about what I said. Then she ordered me, "Put your arms around me, baba."

"Er... yes, bua."

Somewhat surprised at the sudden change in her tone and the surprising order, I tentatively wrapped my arms around her bare waist, but kept them respectfully above her ass. Rashida was very, very sweaty. My hands were on her waist but kept slipping due to the sweat and muck. I was trying so hard so that my hands were not slipping on to her butt or her exposed butt crack.

Rashida laughed, even as my hands rested on her waist. It wasn't a very inviting laugh, but more of a teasing laugh.

"Look, Rubina." She turned to the other maid. "How he respectfully keeps his hands on my waist... above my pasa!"

Rubina laughed.

"You can go ahead and grope my ass, Tarek." Rashida turned back to me and said. "I know you were ogling my ass this morning."

Again, surprised at her bluntness, but not daring to look a gift horse in the mouth, I put my hands on her wet ass. She had a big buttock, very meaty, bouncy, and jiggled every time she moved. I squeezed her left ass cheek. There was a lot of sweat there. A lot of sweat which was now on my hand.

"Go ahead, baba." Rubina egged me on. "Squeeze that big pasa! Apa is telling you to!"

"And you can kiss my tits too." Rashida generously offered.

Why is Rashida letting me do this, is what I should have thought.

Instead, encouraged by both the maids, for the next five minutes I managed to grope, pinch, squeeze, pat, caress and play with Rashida's big ass. My cock was really hard as I played with that gigantic rump. I even fingered Rashida, putting one finger into her asshole. All this time my lips were on her humongous boobs, kissing her on her nipples. Finally, after five minutes, Rashida snapped her fingers.

"Alright baba, that's enough. Hands off my bottom. Lips off my tits."

"Yes, bua." I respectfully withdrew my hands. "Thank you bua, for letting me feel your beautiful pasa. I really enjoyed that. And kissing you on your breasts. I love you, bua."

I felt like I was missing something. A crucial bit of a puzzle. But I didn't know what.

"It was a wet pasa, eh, baba?"

"Er... yes, bua."

"Very sweaty, eh, baba?"

"Er... yes, bua."

"Did you like my sweaty boobs, baba?"

Again she asked that question! Her wet pasa and sweaty boobs!

I didn't know what to say. My eyes were now transfixed on her humongous breasts. I guess I should have had more control over myself. I have seen Rashida naked MANY times before. And yet, every time, it's a sight to savour.

"Er... of course, bua." I gushed. "They are big. They are lovely. You should be a proud woman, bua."

"Why do you think my big and lovely boobs are out, baba? Why do you think my ass -- that you squeezed for five minutes -- is so wet, baba?"

The sudden pivot caught me by surprise. Only too late I noticed the change in tone. Or her hand going up.

SMACK!

With her hand cupped, Rashida's swinging slap struck my cheek. My older buxom maid was now slapping me. And slapping me hard. With vigour.

SMACK!

"It is hot here." Rashida complained. "And, baba, you know the air condition is broken. Both here AND in my room."

Her hand was striking my cheek with full force.

SMACK!

"And not ONCE did you invite me to your room to escape the heat, baba. I am so disappointed. And you SAY you love me. You say SO MANY TIMES that you love me."

SMACK!

"Yet you only love my body. You love my big pasa and my big boobs. Not me. You don't ACT like you love me. No consideration that I -- your old, fat, hard-working maid -- was suffering in this heat. NOT AT ALL!"

SMACK!

"All you want is to grope me. Finger me. Kiss me. Fuck me. Not LOVE me."

SMACK!

I just realized I had committed the ultimate mistake. I recalled what she had said to Rubina earlier this evening.

WE cannot just GO to his room.

Rashida herself would never come to my room. I would have to invite her. I had missed a golden opportunity to show that I truly loved her. I had failed to demonstrate that I truly cared for her, beyond this social structure that put maids and masters in different classes, before other considerations. I should have been thinking about her, instead of just me.

SMACK!

This is why Rashida let me feel her ass. She wanted to see if I would feel the sweat. If I would realize what she was going through. Instead... I had groped her!

SMACK!

"I am so sorry, bua." I began to apologize, as the realization began to dawn on me. "I really, really, REALLY should have thought about that! All I could think of were my studies, bua. I completely forget about you and how were suffering here."

SMACK!

Rashida slapped me again.

"That doesn't sound like a good slave to me, baba. Nor a young man who loves me." Rashida admonished me.

SMACK!

After giving me one more good tight slap, Rashida then turned to Rubina.

"Does that sound like a good slave to you, Rubina?"

"No, apa. Of course not." Rubina was gleefully smiling. "I think, apa, it is time to remind baba who he is. He is our bitch. Our dog. Our slave. And dogs don't wear clothes, apa."

Rashida smiled.

"All right, Rubina. Time to have some fun. Strip him."

* * *

I was now standing naked in the living room. My clothes were on a chair beside the dining table. Rubina had made me strip completely. My penis, as usual, was semi hard as I faced my maids. My cheeks bore the marks of the dozens of tight slaps I had just gotten from my busty maid servant.

Rashida, now once again seated on the sofa, with her boobs hanging out as before, watched the exchange with a bemused expression. She looked like the Queen that she was.

"Come here, bitch boy." Rubina called out to me.

"Yes, choto bua."

"At ONCE! You fucking piece of shit. Move quickly!"

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

I quickly made my way over to the couch where the maids were sitting.

"Kneel." Rubina pointed at her feet.

"Yes, choto bua."

I knelt at her feet. Then, out of sheet habit, I automatically bowed down, and kissed Rubina's sweaty feet. I pressed my lips to her wet feet, kissed and licked each moist toe, before repeating it with her other sweat drenched foot. Her sweat tasted mucky and salty. It was really hot in here. I was also now starting to sweat, despite being completely naked.

"Baba is not completely useless." Rubina remarked to Rashida. "He does remember some training tonight."

"When his gaal (cheek) is laal (red) with my slaps, of course he remembers!" Rashida commented drily. It was true -- I don't think I had been continuously slapped that many times before by Rashida. I had really missed the boat in not asking her to come to my room.

I could have finally had her, I thought miserably.

"By the end of tonight," Rashida continued, bringing me back to reality, "We will make sure his pasa is laal as well!"

Rubina laughed, and then turned her attention back to me. She snapped her fingers.

"Baba. Now see here."

Rubina raised her arms. Since she was wearing just a bra, I could see her arm pits. She had shaved, but some time ago, so there was some hair growing there in her arm pits.

"This stupid heat has made me sweat terribly." Rubina complained. "As you can see, my arm pits are sweating. And stinking."

I didn't say anything. I wasn't going to tell her she was stinking!

Rubina looked at me, smirking.

"Cat got your tongue, Tarek?"

"Er... choto bua?" I didn't know what to say.

SMACK!

The sudden slap was hard, and fast, and unexpected. One moment her arms were raised above her head, the next moment her right arm had come down and swung hard. Rubina always slapped me quite hard. I felt always extra humiliated when Rubina slapped me -- such a young girl, younger than me, working as my maid, and slapping me! And not for the first time today either!

As I said... this episode... The One Where Tarek Gets Slapped. Repeatedly.

"Tarek." Rashida's voice was sweet, and stern. "What do you say when your dear lovely choto bua slaps you?"

"Oh." Any hope of any sympathy I might have expected from Rashida were shattered. The maids were now clearly playing tag-team. I gulped and looked back at Rubina.

"I am sorry, choto bua." I meekly apologized to her. "Please forgive me, and please slap me again."

I felt like an errant child.

SMACK!

SMACK!

Two hard slaps rained down on my cheeks in succession. Rubina had hit my left cheek with the open palm of her right hand, before slapping my left cheek with the back of that same hand.

"Who will count the slaps, Tarek?" Rubina grinned at me. "After all..."

SMACK!

SMACK!

She slapped me too fast for me to speak.

"... if you don't count, I might..."

SMACK!

SMACK!

"... slap you all night."

"I am sorry, choto bua. I am really sorry." I blubbered. "Please forgive me. Please pardon me. I will count, I promise, choto bua. Please slap me again, choto bua, and I will count properly."

"Good. Good." Rubina paused and patted my cheek. Still holding my cheek in her hands, she turned to Rashida.

"How many slaps, do you think, apa?" She asked the older maid.

"Twenty." Rashida responded at once. "After so many years if he is forgetting to count, show no mercy."

Oh boy! She was still upset!

"Yes, apa."

SMACK!

It was a hard slap, and left my cheeks stinging.

"One." I counted. "Thank you, choto bua, for the slap. Please forgive me. Please slap me again."

I then looked at Rubina suppliantly.

"Do I need to kiss your hand again, choto bua?"

Rubina merely grinned, and raised her hand again.

SMACK!

I guess that was a no.

"Two." I repeated the count. "Thank you, choto bua, for the slap. Please forgive me. Please slap me again."

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Rubina continued to slap me, as I meekly counted each slap, begged for forgiveness, and tamely requested her to slap me again. Each slap was harder than the previous one. Like always, she slapped me with the palm of her right hand, and then the back of that same hand on the other cheek.

SMACK!

"Twenty. Thank you, choto bua, for the slap. Please forgive me." I counted. I knew that this was the last slap, but I still had to beg for another one. "Please slap me again."

Rubina patted my now sore cheek. She then moved her fingers to my ear and pinched my earlobe between her thumb and forefinger.

"Do you know why I slapped you, Tarek?" She asked me, starting to twist my ear.

"Er... choto bua, because you can? I am so sorry, choto bua."

Rubina continued to pull my ear hard.

"When I said my arm pits were stinking, you remained silent, Tarek." She said, continuing to twist my ear painfully. "You should have said, 'no, choto bua. Your arm pits smell heavenly, choto bua. They do not stink!'"

"I am so sorry, choto bua." I apologized. "I should have said that. I am sorry I didn't."

"You are our slave, Tarek." Rubina said, giving my ear another sharp twist. "Our bitch. You have drunk my urine today. Compared to that, my arm pits should never stink to you."

Yes, I was her urinal today. She kept reminding me of that fact.

"Yes, my choto bua. I am sorry, my choto bua. I would love to lick and sniff your arm pits, my choto bua. Your sweat smells heavenly, choto bua."

"Now, that's a good dog." Rubina smiled, let go of my ear and then raised her right arm.

"Come, sniff my arm pit, my slave dog."

"Yes, choto bua."

I put my nose against her arm pit hair. She was reeking, of course, but the aroma was strangely turning me on.

"You smell lovely, my sexy choto bua." I lied.

"Really." Rubina had a small laugh. "Look at our bitch, Rashida apa."

"What a man!" Rashida laughed. "Smells his maid servant's arm pit and lies to her that it smells lovely."

I couldn't say anything out of shame, as both the maids now roared with laughter.

"What a sissy." Rubina remarked, as I remained in my abject position, nose pressed against her arm pit. "But he loooooooves you, Rashida apa."

"He only loves my huge tits and my sweaty buttocks." Rashida replied. "I will see how much he loves me when he has to lick my sweat covered butthole."

"I will lick your butt hole all day, bua." I suddenly commented. "Anything you want me to do, bua."

There was a little silence after I had said that. Then I saw Rubina raise her hand.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Come, baba." Rubina ordered me with a cold voice after slapping me hard, twice. "Lick and clean MY arm pits. NOW!"

Was I wrong, or was Rubina a little peeved that I had once again praised Rashida, while being in service to Rubina? A little jealous? Or was it wishful thinking?

"Yes, choto bua."

I knew what I had to do. I stuck my tongue out and started to lick her arm pit.

"Clean it up. Thoroughly." Rubina commanded. "After all, YOU said it smells lovely."

"Yes, choto bua."

Her sweat tasted slightly salty to me. It was almost as if I was drinking water that had been heavily salted. I had, of course, drunk her urine, and Rashida's urine, many, many times, so this was much, much, much better. I stuck out my tongue and continued to thoroughly lick her arm pit. My own saliva was now thoroughly drenching her.

"Good. Now get over here, on the other side." Rubina commanded. "Lick under this arm pit now."

"Yes, my choto bua."

"And don't KISS the arm pit, Tarek! I need you to LICK it, and CLEAN IT!"

"Yes, choto bua."

"He's a little slow to understand." Rubina told Rashida, as I shifted to licking her left arm pit. "LICKing an arm pit is different than KISSing an armpit."

"It's been a while since he had a good spanking." Rashida remarked. "A good ass whupping and he will know the different between licking and kissing. I had been going easy on him due to his finals, but maybe he could use one tonight."

"I could take him to his room and give him one." Rubina told her. "Or, do you prefer to do it?"

The girls were talking about me, as if I wasn't even there! And meanwhile I WAS there, naked, spanked, slapped, and relegated to licking my maid servant girl's arm pits.

Rashida seemed to think for a while.

"I will do it." She told Rubina. "But not for long. I am feeling sleepy, and besides, soon you will be gone from here after your wedding. So you can take him after me. Have fun! I will go to bed after a while."

"Thank you, apa. I will give Tarek a good 'ass whupping', as you say."

Rubina then turned her focus back on me.

"How's my arm pit, Tarek? Sweaty, isn't it?"

"Yes, choto bua." I answered, and then remembered my lesson. "But your sweat smells... and tastes... nice. Really nice. I could lick your sweat all day, choto bua."

Rubina brought down her other hand and grabbed my ear.

"Are you enjoying this, baba?"

"Umm..." I really didn't know what to say. "I enjoy serving you, choto bua."

"Hmmm..." Rubina seemed satisfied with my answer, so she let go of my ear after just a couple of twists. "Make sure you lick every inch of it. I am so extra sweaty today."

"Yes, my dear choto bua."

After I had licked Rubina's arm pits, Rashida -- who was seated beside Rubina -- reached out and caught hold of me -- again -- by the ear. Compared to Rubina, the big and chubby Rashida's grip on my ear was strong like a vice.

"Come here, baba." Rashida dragged me by the ear towards her. And when my maid servant Rashida drags you by the ear, you go where she is dragging you!

"Yes, at once, my lovely bua."

Rashida twisted my ear hard before letting go.

SLAP!

"You are a boy who is fit only to drink his maid servant's piss and lick her sweat."

"Yes, my lovely bua. One. Thank you for slapping me, bua. Please forgive my lack of manliness, bua, and slap me again."

SLAP!

"You are a selfish boy who is fit only to be spanked and slapped."

"Two! Yes, my dear bua. Thank you for slapping me, bua. I am so sorry for not thinking about you, bua. Please slap me again."

SLAP!

And so the slaps and the scolding continued. Rashida was an expert in punishing and humiliating me, physically as well mentally. By now, I was so much in love with her, and so much infatuated with her, that I would confess to anything and everything for her. After each punishment from her I would be both mentally drained, and yet so relaxed, because I had completely surrendered to her. And I knew my place; I would confess my love to her, and yet she would keep reminding me of my place, reminding me what a wimp I was and at the same time make sure I knew that in the end, this was good for me. I would tell myself, she was punishing me and disciplining me because she cared for me. It was true! She did care for me.

"Stand up, Tarek." Rashida ordered.

"Yes, my bua."

I stood up. Having been on my knees for so long, it took a bit of time as I moved. Rashida's face, seated on the sofa, was now just above me waistline. A small grin appeared on Rashida's face as she cast her eyes on my now soft penis.

"Your nunu." She murmured. "I keep forgetting how small it really is."

A snicker came out of Rubina's mouth, before she quickly covered it and attempted to hold in her laughter. I looked at her face. As much as my younger maid tried to hide it, I could read pure amusement in Rubina's eyes. My glance went back to Rashida.

Rashida wrapped her fingers around my manhood. The warmth of her hand as she touched my petite penis caused it so turn hard in between her index finger and thumb. I heard her snicker under her breath.

"I have to always try and not grip too hard, it's so small and delicate!" Rashida complained. Both she and Rubina burst out laughing as I turned bright red.

Rashida let go of my penis and motioned to me.

"Kneel down again, baba."

"Yes, bua. At once, bua."

Quickly I got back to my kneeling and submissive position. I loved being in that state in front of Rashida. I loved to submit to her.

"Lick MY arm pit." Rashida ordered.

"Yes, bua."

This was what I had come here for. Rashida was the one I wanted to serve. I started to lick Rashida's arm pits. She hadn't shaved for a while, and had some strong hair growth. She also stank much more than Rubina. None of which bothered me. I would lick her anywhere she told me to.

"Lick, Tarek!" Rashida suddenly scolded me. "The sweat doesn't go on the side you pervert! It goes down."

"Yes, bua."

"Don't be dumb! Be useful, Tarek."

"Yes, bua."

After about five minutes, I had finished licking Rashida's arm pits. I was now kneeling in front of her, facing her, while my eyes were cast down at her feet.

Rashida grabbed hold of my ears and started to twist them.

"What else do you think is sweaty, Tarek?"

"Er..." I didn't know what to say, as Rashida painfully twisted my ears. "Your feet, bua?"

I did want to kiss and lick her feet.

"We will get to that, but beside that, Tarek." Rashida gave me a hard pull on the ears. "What else is sweaty, baba?"

I honestly had no clue, so I remained silent. Rashida let go of my left ear.

SLAP!

It was a hard slap. Before I could count or say anything, she slapped me again.

SLAP!

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

SLAP!

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

SLAP!

"Use your head, Tarek. Where else can I be sweating profusely, that I will ask you to lick now?"

Of course! There could only be one answer to that. I had groped and squeezed her there!

"Er... bua... your ass? Tomar pasa?"

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Correct! It IS my ass! My big giant pasa!" Rashida announced, after slapping me a couple more times. "Why do I have to slap you and tell you to use your head? You should be smarter than that! You had FELT THAT SWEATY ASS!"

My cheeks were burning. Like Rubina, Rashida loved to slap me. It was the ultimate humiliation for me to surrender to having my face slapped by a member of our help. The lowly maid servant. The shame of being slapped by someone from the lower class, and standing by helplessly as she did so again, and again, was highly stimulating.

Rashida started to get up.

"Remain on your knees, Tarek." She ordered, as she stood up completely.

"Yes, bua."

Rashida then turned around. Completely obeying my maid's orders, I remained absolutely still, in my humiliating position, transfixed at the sight before me.

As I had mentioned, Rashida was only wearing a bra and a panty. Her big, giant, fat, buttocks were now in front of my face, and her small panty, which already had one or two holes in it, did little to cover her huge gelatinous ass cheeks.

"You will now lick my sweaty, stinky ass hole." Rashida commanded. "Pull my panty to one side, and start licking my ass. And pay special focus on my asshole."

"Yes, bua."

"You will clean my rectum and all the sweat from there with your tongue."

"Yes, bua."

I put one hand on her fat left thigh, resting my palm on it. With my other hand, I pulled her panty towards the right, exposing her butt hole.

"Go nice and slow." Rashida instructed, as I leaned in.

"Yes, bua."

I flicked my tongue out and started to lick her ass. The sweaty smell was even stronger here, and her ass was even more wet and salty. I was licking every part of her big fat butt cheek before going into her asshole.

"Are you enjoying being so close to my ass, baba?" Rashida asked, as I licked her anus.

SLAP!

The slap was sudden. Rashida had turned half way around, leaned down, and hit me hard.

SLAP!

"I had asked you a question, Tarek."

"Yes, bua. I enjoy serving you, bua. I enjoy licking your pasa, bua."

"Good. Now resume, baba."

"Yes, bua."

I licked each inch of her anus thoroughly. The pungent aroma should have sickened me, but for some reason was acting like an aphrodisiac. I was rock hard. This was my Rashida. I was licking HER ass. I could do this all day!

After almost ten minutes, Rashida asked me to stop. I pulled her panty back so it as properly in its place, placed a final wet servient kiss on her bum cheeks, lowered my head back and remained in my submissive, kneeling position.

Rashida got up and walked towards the dining table. She dragged a wooden chair and placed it near her, before sitting down on it. The chair creaked slightly under her weight, as Rashida adjusted herself to sit comfortably in the heat. Her big butts covered the whole surface area of the chair. Then she instructed me to position myself over her lap.

"Yes, bua."

I was now butt naked and lying across my maid servant Rashida's lap for a spanking. She spread apart her legs a bit, allowing my now erect penis to dangle between her thighs. The stench of sweat was everywhere. Rashida cupped my ass cheeks with her striking hand and slowly caressed my butt, prolonging my agony. Rashida continued to caress my behind. Then, suddenly, without warning, she spanked my butt cheek.

SPANK!

It was a thunderous crack as her hand hit my derriere.

"Ow! Ow!" I cried out. Then, I remembered and added, "One! Thank you, bua, for the spank. I am sorry, please spank me again, bua."

SPANK!

"Two. OUCH! I am sorry, bua, I really am. I will try to be more thoughtful of my actions in the future, bua. Can I have one more?"

And so it continued, until she had spanked me fifteen times. I was then asked to get up, and kneel again on the floor.

"I am going to sleep, Rubina." Rashida announced, paying no further attention to me. "You have your fun with baba, Rubina, but make sure not to take long. Tarek has studies in the morning."

"Yes, apa." Rubina replied, smiling to herself.

I watched as Rashida made her way ponderously across the room and then up the stairs. I was now alone with Rubina, who had an evil grin on her face.

* * *

Rubina beckoned me to stand in front of her, as she remained seated on the sofa. I walked up to where she was seating.

"Baba." Rubina grabbed hold of my penis. "Do you know what this is?"

"Er... it's my nunu (penis), choto bua."

"Yes. Your little nunu." Rubina rubbed my manhood. "It's cute when it tries to get hard. Why does your little nunu get hard when I rub it, Tarek?"

I didn't know what to say, so I remained silent. I was waiting for a slap from her, but she continued to stroke my manhood.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Tarek?" Rubina asked. "Do you have someone in your class -- some female -- who you might want to use this nunu on?"

It was a very convoluted question. I mean, there was that girl Shireen, but I had given up on her long time ago.

"Er... no, my lovely choto bua." I answered honestly. "I really don't have time to go after girls."

"Of course not." Rubina grinned. As she continued to stroke me, I was now very hard. "You, baba, are obsessed with your maid servants! You fantasize about us, rather than young girls in your class!"

"Er... choto bua." Once again, I didn't know what to say. "I really enjoy being in your service. You, and Rashida bua of course. You, for example, look better than ANY girl in my class!"

"Of course." Rubina stopped rubbing my penis, and just in time. I was now rock hard. A little more, and I might have erupted right there. She then gently patted my left cheek.

"How many times have you been slapped today, baba?" Rubina asked me, caressing my cheek.

"Er... I don't know, my sexy choto bua." I admitted. "Maybe... fifty times?"

It was true. Today I had been slapped a lot. Mostly by Rubina, but also by Rashida. My stinging red cheeks were proof.

"And it seems quite normal to you, baba, to get a thappor (slap) from your maid servant?" Rubina asked, continuing to pat my cheeks.

"By now, my dear choto bua," I was honest in my admission, "It has become normal. I have accepted myself as your slave, choto bua, and of bua. If I do something wrong, I expect to be punished. You have the right to slap me any time, choto bua. Or punish me in any way you see fit. I am your slave -- both of you -- and happy to be in your service."

Rubina stroked my cheek.

"Good boy. That's a good answer."

Rubina stood up.

"There will be time for slaps later, Tarek. For now, hand me my petticoat." Rubina motioned to another chair where she had thrown her petticoat.

"Yes, my beautiful choto bua."

Turning around, naked, with a raging boner, I walked to where she had pointed and fetched her petticoat for her.

"Kneel down, Tarek. You are my dog, Tarek, and dogs should kneel when commanded."

"Yes, choto bua. I am your dog, choto bua."

"Bark for me, my bitch."

"Yes, choto bua. Woof! Woof!"

"That's a good doggy."

As Rubina put on her petticoat, she took off her panties. My beautiful and fetching younger maid was now completely naked under the petticoat, and she wore a small bra over her breasts. Rubina then she turned to me.

"You don't want your mistress to be all hot and sweaty, do you, Tarek?"

"Er... no, choto bua. I want you to be comfortable and happy."

By now, I was on my knees on the carpeted floor.

"Move your knees up a bit, baba." Rubina ordered.

"Yes, amar choto bua."

Rubina, standing behind me, grabbed me by hair.

"Lean your head back, slave boy!" She hissed. "Look up... at the ceiling. That's right."

"Yes, amar choto bua."

Something wasn't right, and Rubina grunted with dissatisfaction. She walked around to stand in front of me.

"Look at me."

"Yes, amar choto bua."

SLAP!

Once again she had slapped me. Before I could count the slap, she slapped me again.

SLAP!

And again.

SLAP!

And again.

SLAP!

I didn't know why I was being slapped again, but I couldn't say anything. Rubina's slaps were coming fast -- one after the other. It was clear she was frustrated, for some reason, and the heat wasn't making things better, so she decided to take out her anger by slapping me.

"You are too big and tall if you are on your knees." Rubina told me, finally stopping the slaps. I had no idea what she meant, but I had to try to soothe her.

"Er... I am sorry, choto bua. Please tell me what I can do."

"Hmm." Rubina thought for a while, and then pointed at the floor. "Sit down... cross legged... on your butt. Not on your knees."

"Yes, amar choto bua."

Immediately I obeyed her command and soon I was seated on my butt. Since I was naked, the sharp fibers of the carpet were now scratching my ass.

Rubina now lifted her petticoat over to her waist, so all of her snatch could be seen. Her panties had long disappeared somewhere (by the sofa) of course. She then stood over me, straddling me, with a leg on either side of my face. I was staring straight up at her genitals. Her pussy dripping with sweat on this hot night. And perhaps wet with something else.

"You are going to service me... and service me well, baba!" Rubina told me.

"Yes, of course, amar priyo choto bua."

Rubina dropped the petticoat all around me. I was now inside her petticoat, between her thighs, staring right at her cunt.

"You will now lick my cunt."

"Yes, amar choto bua."

"I can't hear you, slave. What did you say?"

"I said, YES, amar choto bua."

"What are you waiting for? Start licking, bitch!"

"Yes, amar shundor choto bua."

I started doing my job. I stuck my tongue out and pressed hard against her thigh walls.

"Hmmmm."

Rubina uttered a soft moan as my tongue found the edge of her clit.

"You gonna lick that fucking cunt until I cum! You understand me, slave boy?"

"Yes, amar choto bua."

"And what do you say, slave boy?"

As I continued to lick her, I was puzzled. What should I say?

"Er... thank you, amar sexy choto bua, for allowing me to be your slave boy."

"Good. Good."

I had said the right thing!

"MMMMMmmmmmmmm." Rubina was now moaning.

I continued to lap her pussy.

"You like the taste of that sweaty pussy, Tarek?"

"Yes, amar choto bua."

Rubina was now gently starting to sway her hips as I continued to lash at her cunt with my tongue.

"Hmmmm! MMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmm."

It was getting a bit stuffy and humid inside her petticoat, but I continued to lick at her.

"You are going to stay right there with your mouth on my fucking cunt, Tarek." Rubina ordered. "Till I cum all over. OOOOOOOOOOOH."

"Yes, amar choto bua."

"Still like the sweet taste of my sweat filled pussy, Tarek?"

"Yes, amar choto bua."

"Do you realize it's an honour for you to be under my pussy and lick my juices?"

"Yes, amar choto bua."

I continued to lick at her, but suddenly I realized Rubina wasn't swaying her hips any more, or uttering any noise.

"Hey. Slave boy." Suddenly she barked out. "It's too hot. It's not working like this. I need to sit."

"Yes, amar choto bua."

She lifted her petticoat.

"Move!"

"Yes, amar choto bua."

Rubina undid the knots of the string that held her petticoat in place and let go. Her petticoat dropped to the floor. She was now naked from the waist. Her only clothing was her bra. Rubina walked over to a sofa and sat down. She then leaned back and spread her legs.

"Come here, Tarek! Like a good dog! Now get on your knees and lick my cunt."

"Yes, amar choto bua."

"I expect it done well and done right."

"Yes, amar choto bua."

* * *

Rubina came twice -- each time with big, violent orgasms. By now, I was an expert at licking my maid servants to huge orgasms by licking their cunts expertly with my tongue. I knew exactly how to hold them by the buttocks or by their waist, and when exactly to go deep into them with my tongue, and how to suck on their clit so that by the end of it, the ladies were a quivering mess. The maids would often use me for this oral service, especially after a big punishment session. When I had first started to do this, I had no training, and I even threw up once. But by now, I was an expert. As Rashida would often say, I should be good for at least one thing.

Once I would bring them to a frenzied orgasm, the maids would cum all over my face with gay abandon. With me, they had no sense of fake modesty, or privacy, and they felt completely free to squirt and have a full, loud, massive orgasm. With me servicing them, the maids never had to wash or clean up their pussy. The putrid aroma actually made me hornier, and more eager to serve them, so it was even better for them. Whenever the maids wanted to relax, or felt like pleasuring themselves, they would call upon me for this service. Sometimes I was even lent out to their friends such as Farida or Shabina.

This time, when Rubina climaxed for the first time, she took a long breather, catching her breath, before lying down and parting her legs again. It had been an intense orgasm. I thought there was no way Rubina would want a second serving as her first one had been so long, pronounced, loud and wet, but the young lady soon recovered.

"Do your job, slave. Again." She ordered. "I might ask you to do this all night."

"Yes, choto bua."

I crawled between her legs and started to do my job again. Soon she was moaning once more.

"Hmmmmmmmmmm."

"HMMMMMMMMMMMM."

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH."

Rubina suddenly grabbed my hair. I stopped licking and looked at her, and she looked at me.

"My pussy tastes good?" She asked.

"Yes, amar choto bua."

"As I said, I might just decide to keep you like this all night, Tarek, between my legs, and make me cum over, and over, and over again. I might not even touch your cock. Do you understand, baba?"

"Yes, amar choto bua. As you wish, choto bua. I am your slave, choto bua."

"That's a good little bitch."

"Thank you, amar priyo choto bua."

"Now lick my cunt, you loser."

"Yes, choto bua."

I continued to lap at her cunt.

"That's it slave! Keep licking. Make it wet."

"Mmmm!!!"

"Aaaaaaaah!!!"

"Don't stop, Tarek!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"

Rubina came again. This time she jerked around violently, writhing her hips and squirting out quite a lot of juice on my face. I was actually afraid she was going to pull a muscle or pinch a nerve, so acute was her thrashing about. When she finally subsided, once again Rubina took quite a long breather. She just laid back, panting, and catching her breath. I waited like the obedient dog, kneeling, faithfully between her legs. From time to time, I continued to give small kisses to her thighs.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

After a long time, she sat up.

I knew what was coming next. After she was done, Rubina (and Rashida) would usually hold my ears and give them a sharp twist. This was usually followed by few fast and repeated slaps.

SLAP!

Both the maids liked to slap me after they would have an orgasm from my oral service. I don't know why, but I felt it was a way for them to reassert their control over me after they would surrender to their passion and give in to an orgasm.

SLAP!

Rashida would usually slap me quite a number of times after I would make her cum. Rubina, on the other hand, only slapped me a few times.

SLAP!

It was their way of saying that even though they had just used me for pleasure, I was still their slave and bitch.

SLAP!

Like a well-trained puppy, I dutifully apologized after each slap, counted it, and asked for one more.

SLAP!

SLAP!

Finally Rubina decided I had been slapped enough. I must have had lots and lots of deep dark red finger marks across my cheeks by now, as I had been slapped continuously all evening by both the ladies.

The One Where Tarek Gets Slapped. A Lot. Repeatedly.

Rubina stood up, and then caught hold of my left ear. Pulling me sharply by my ear, she hauled me up to a standing position.

"Come, Tarek. Let's go to your cool air conditioned room, baba." She ordered.

"Yes, choto bua."

There is nothing worse than being led by the ear, by my diminutive maid Rubina, all the way through the house from the living room to my room upstairs. Since I was much taller than her, I had to remain bent over, humiliating me more, as she kept on twisting and pinching my ear lobe, all the while dragging me to my room. This was MY house, and this was MY maid servant. Yet I was being led, naked, by MY ear, to MY room, by MY maid.

"Your sole purpose tonight, baba," Rubina kept saying, as she held my ear firmly, "Is to serve me. To please me. To satisfy me."

"Yes, my dear choto bua."

* * *

We were in my room. I was of course fully naked, my clothes still in the living room somewhere. Rubina was also almost naked, dressed in just her bra. As she was leading me by the ear, I couldn't help but glance at her petite and firm buttocks, or her waist and toned tummy. Her husband was going to be a lucky man next week. As we stood in my room, facing each other, my cock twitched as I thought about fucking my young maid. Rubina noticed it.

"Do you want me to touch your cock now, Tarek?" She suddenly asked me. "Does your nunu want to cum?"

"Er... yes, my lovely choto bua. Please." I begged.

Rubina laughed.

"I don't think so, baba. At least, not yet."

I sighed.

Rubina was still holding me by the ear, which was now very red and stinging. She then let go of it and sat down on the bed.

"It's been close to five years, baba," She said, "That we have engaged in this... role play. I cannot count the number of times I had to twist your ear, slap you, or put you over my knees. I think I have spanked you with a hairbrush, a chappal, a cane, and... what else! I have lectured you many times, taunted you, scolded you... and remember... you are older than me! Not to mention the master of this house!"

Rubina was driving home the point that to her, I was their submissive boy, and not their master's son.

"Yes, my dear choto bua." I admitted. "I am glad you and Rashida bua are here to guide me, to correct me, to punish me, and to take charge of me."

To take charge of me...

When Rashida had begun spanking me, all those years ago, she had told me explicitly, "Tarek! What you need is a strong woman to take you in hand, and keep you in line. If your mother or one of your aunts are not doing it, perhaps I should do it."

And at that time, I had agreed. I remembered Rashida's warning.

"Do you realize what you are saying, baba?" Rashida had asked me, as she started to twist my ear. "Once you agree to this, you will get no dignity or respect from me. You will have to do what I say, obey every command, and failure to do so will result in strict punishments."

And I had sealed the deal by saying, "I do, bua, I do."

I only had one concern.

"But... you will not say anything to my parents, bua?" I had asked.

Rashida had smiled at my question.

"Yes, baba. I will keep your dirty secret with me."

That was the moment when I had taken Rashida as my goddess, as my female dominant. And later, she had introduced Rubina into our arrangement.

"Why do you not wear underwear in this house, baba?" Rubina's question brought me back to the present.

"Er... Rashida... bua told me not to. Ever."

"Why?"

She knew the answer but she was making me say it.

"So that, choto bua, either of you can pull down my pants easily and my butt is there, so I can be easily spanked by you whenever you wish to do so."

"I think I want to spank you now. Give me that hair brush. Good! Now come here."

Rubina motioned for me to lie across her lap. My throbbing erection nestled itself between her firm thighs and she prepared to administer the spanking. Rubina slowly rubbed her hands across my bare bottom, as if deciding on the nature of the punishment. As her fingers glided across my butt, each touch of her fingers on my skin produced a thousand watts of current through my body.

If you picture this scene, and you are a submissive, in your fantasy a spanking is completely sensuous. But let me tell you: in reality, when you are being spanked, the pain and humiliation really grabs your attention and causes you to wonder how it can ever be so arousing. Only afterward, much later, as the sting spreads across your ass, does the warm glow revert back to enhancing a state of arousal.

This time was no different -- as Rubina started to spank me hard with a wooden hairbrush, my arousal quickly turned to desperation.

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Oww... choto bua.... Ow!"

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Ow! OWW! Oh! Ahh! Owwww! Oooh!"

SPANK!

SPANK!

Soon I forgot to count, but Rubina kept on going.

SPANK!

SPANK!

I squirmed in her lap, and when I could not refrain from placing my hand near my bottom. I wanted to rub my ass. Rubina expertly grabbed my arm and pinned it to the small of my back, pressed down firmly, and continued to paddle me all over my bared buttocks. After what must have been at least forty swats, she finally stopped.

She kept me across her lap for a few minutes. The blazing heat from the spanking penetrated my entire midsection. When the immediate pain began to subside, Rubina lightly stroked my testicles, causing an almost immediate reaction (and the start of another erection). She kept going until my arousal was at a feverish level.

"Stand up, baba."

Rubina had me get up, and she stood in front of me, facing me. My ass was red and smarting, and I had an erection.

"Does your pasa hurt, baba?"

"Yes, choto bua."

Rubina was a masochist and always spanked me much, much harder than Rashida.

"Soon I will be gone from here, and I cannot spank you any more. So I will now spank you every day. Multiple times."

Ouch!

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

"Do you want to cum, baba?"

"Yes, choto bua."

Rubina walked until she was inches away from me, facing me.

"Do you wish to cum inside me, baba?"

"Er..." I didn't know what else to say, so I remained quiet.

SLAP!

"Your maid servant is slapping you, Tarek. The lady you are fantasizing about fucking is slapping you. How does that make you feel?"

SLAP!

"I am so ashamed, my beautiful choto bua, and I am so sorry." I meekly stated. "Please forgive me."

SLAP!

"Isn't it shameful, getting punished by your maid servant, baba? A mere kaajer mey is slapping you, Tarek Zia. You want to fuck her! Your cock wants to fuck her! But she is slapping you."

"I am really feeling embarrassed, my sexy choto bua. Ami shotti lojjito (I am truly ashamed). Please forgive me."

SLAP!

"Is your little nunu getting hard, baba? Does it want to fuck my pasa? Or does it want to fuck my choot?"

"Er... whatever you wish, amar adorer choto bua."

SLAP!

"Do you like getting slapped, baba?"

SLAP!

"Er... only from the both of you, my choto bua. Thank you, choto bua. Please slap me again, choto bua."

SLAP!

"What kind of a man likes getting slapped, baba? You are not a real man. You are a sissy. Sissies don't get to fuck women, Tarek."

"Yes, choto bua."

Rubina then stepped aside and motioned towards the bed.

"Get up on the bed, slave. I want you to lie down on your back."

"Yes, choto bua."

Soon I was on my own bed, lying on my back, my head resting on my pillow. Rubina climbed up to sit beside me. I noticed suddenly that her bra was gone. She was now completely naked, her perky breasts hanging free. I could see that her nipples were very, very pointed. As was my dick.

Rubina gently stroked my scrotum.

"Your dick is quite hard, baba."

I said nothing as she continued to touch, pet, caress and stroke me there. It was true; I was now quite hard.

"You haven't cum for a long time, have you?"

"Er... no, choto bua."

"You are going to lick my asshole while I sit on your face." Rubina stated. "And this pathetic cock will get so excited and you can do nothing about it."

"Yes, choto bua."

"You ready to clean my ass-hole, Tarek? "

"It will be my honour to lick and clean your ass-hole, my choto bua."

Rubina seemed pleased by my answer.

She swung a leg over, straddling me. She was facing me, and she was rubbing her buttocks on the dick and scrotum.

"How does that feel?" She asked, grinning, as she rubbed her ass against my penis.

"Oh, choto bua."

I was squirming. I was trying not to cum, as her vagina came so close to my penis head. She was rubbing her clit against my balls now.

"You better keep dreaming about fucking me, baba." Rubina taunted me. "The only thing you are good for is cleaning my ass."

Rubina then moved up. Suddenly my vision was fully obscured by her ass. She was sitting on my face.

"Sniff it." She ordered. "Smell that ass-hole."

"Yes, choto bua." I managed to mumble.

"Smell it, slave boy. I don't hear you smell."

SNIFF!

"Do you like the smell, baba?"

"Yes, choto bua."

"That's the best thing you ever smelled, right?" Rubina mocked me. "I want to feel your nose inside my asshole. That's it... you like that, don't you! Look at my ass hole! Feel it!"

The aroma of her sweaty ass was really turning me on as I sniffed at her butt cheeks. Rubina then issued her next order.

"Get your tongue in there and clean my asshole completely. Lick that asshole. Oh ya... tastes good doesn't it?"

"Yes amar choto bua, thank you."

"You better clean it tonight as my fiancé is going to fuck me tight and hard in that ass soon. I want a spotless hole for him."

"Yes, choto bua."

"Oh your cock is getting hard. Your balls are so big, baba. Full of cum."

I continued to lick, kiss, suck and sniff my young maid's buttocks as Rubina continued to mock me. Her breathing was becoming deeper, and it was clear she was getting more and more aroused -- again! -- as she continued to humiliate and berate me.

"Are u going to clean my ass for my fiancé? Is it spotless and beautiful?"

"Yes, my dear choto bua."

"Sniff it again."

"Yes, choto bua."

"I like it nice and clean so when he slides his dick in... it's so perfect. You are a good slave, Tarek. You are my little asshole cleaner, are you?"

"Yes, my lovely choto bua."

"Smell it! Put your tongue in my cunt, now."

"OH YAAA!"

"OOOOOOO"

"I AM CONNA CUM!!"

"Damn! You are on fire. Go a little easy on me, baba... focus! Tongue in my clit!"

"Oh give it to me... Tarek. Oh, Tarek! I am so hungry for a cock now... oh this cock!"

* * *

PLOP!

And... I was fucking her.

I don't really know how it happened. One minute, I was licking her butt. Then she moved so I was rubbing my hardness against her. Against her thighs. And she was rubbing against me. She was rubbing her clit against my manhood. And murmuring about my cock.

My cock that was super, super hard.

The next thing I knew, my dick was slipping inside her. Inside her wet, very wet, cunt. She was sooooo wet! Her legs were wrapped around my hips. She was screaming my name. I was fucking her. I was fucking Rubina. I was fucking my young maid.

"Ommmmph!" Rubina cried out as my manhood plowed into her. "Baba!"

My butt moved like a piston as I started to fuck her furiously.

"Oh... choto bua..." I could only utter. "I don't know... I am sorry...."

I was sorry, yes... but I also didn't stop fucking her. Rubina's eyes grew wide as I stretched her cunt. She almost had no chance to react. One minute my cock was rubbing against her, the next minute it was fully inside her.

PLOP!

"Ooooh.... Aaah......Oh my....Tarek!" Rubina could now only murmur helplessly as she was overcome by yet another orgasm. I lifted myself way up and slammed into her again. And again. And again.

I was tearing her up. I was way deep inside her. My balls, full of heavy cum, was hitting against her thighs again and again. Her fingernails dug deep into the skin of my back, but I didn't care. I was kissing her lips. Her nose. Her eyes. I was then again closed my mouth over hers and started to suck on her tongue. Even as my hips buckled and squirmed as I kept bonking her.

Rubina was now meeting my thrusts. I moaned deeply and groaned, even as my pace made her squeeze me tighter. I grabbed her by the waist and heaved into her. I knew I couldn't hold on for long.

"Oh my lovely choto bua, my sexy choto bua, I AM CUMMING!"

It was the only warning I could utter before I lost control.

My body went rigid as I emptied my load of semen into her. Rubina had stopped fighting it long ago; her body had now surrendered to my pounding. My face was contorted, and I was just dumping gallons of semen inside my virile maid.

We fucked later again that night. We had fallen asleep on my bed after our love making. It was comfortable, it was nice and cool, and I had air condition, and we just had an intense sex session. Sleep was natural. It was around 5 in the morning when I woke up. And I was horny. And my young supple maid was there in my bed, naked, beside me.

I just moved and parted Rubina's legs. Dried, sticky semen combined with her own juices had matted her pubic hair to her skin. I began to kiss her there, ignoring the smell of my own cum. Rubina woke up as I pressed against her, saw what I was doing and smiled. She gently stroked my manhood as I became hard in no time.

"Tarek!" She whispered. "Fuck me again!"

With one powerful and violent thrust, I slammed into her, all the way through her cervix. I began to grind against her. Within a few minutes, she began to utter a moan. We were both breathing rapidly and sweating profusely. Our bodies were joined once more, crotch to crotch, pubic hair to pubic hair. Her eyes were closed and her nails again clawed into the skin of my back. She grunted as I rode her and pumped her.

"Oh, choto bua!" I moaned, as a wave of ecstasy enveloped me and my body shuddered. I let myself go completely, cumming in her womb again.

BACK TO THE PRESENT...

"So that is why," Zarine commented, still stroking my balls, "Rashida apa got angry. You slept with Rubina."

"Yes, choto bua." I admitted.

"How many times?"

"Er... twice that night."

"And later?" Zarine asked.

"Um... we fucked every day, choto bua. Many times. Even on the morning of her wedding day."

"And now... a month later, Rashida apa found out."

"Yes, choto bua."

"And this morning she punished you."

"Yes, choto bua."

MY THOUGHTS WENT BACK TO THIS MORNING...

I was standing in my room. My room, not my maid's. Yes, it was Monday, but it was the morning. 10 am.

This morning.

And I was fully naked.

My face was pressed to the wall, and my arms were raised; I was holding my ears in the classic Indian "punishment" stance. My back was to the door, and the door was open. Anyone walking by could have seen me in that shameful position, of course. Given that my parents had gone out and wouldn't be back till late afternoon, and only the maids were home, I wasn't too worried about being outed, but I still felt some self consciousness and embarrassment. Rubina was gone, and Zarine was the new maid. What would she think if she saw me like that... on her first day? Yes... she knew about me... but to see this on the very first day!

At that moment I did not know that already Zarine had walked past this room and had seen me like that, fully naked, facing the wall, standing in punishment! She had been surprised, of course, but not shocked. She knew what happened in this house!

My knees and elbows were starting to pain; I had been standing in that position for close to half an hour. Yet I couldn't even change my stance -- at any time Rashida might pass through the corridor and if she peered in and saw me relax, and not standing the way she had instructed, she was going to punish me even more. As it was, she was already quite angry. Somehow she had found out, a month later, about me and Rubina. About how I had ended up fucking Rubina. And how we had continued to fuck, many times, over the next few days. Rashida had confronted me this morning, right after my mother left. I couldn't deny it, of course. And now, here was I, being punished by mw maid, standing in my own room, buck naked, in the corner, face to the wall.

Finally, I heard the buxom Rashida enter my room.

She was standing right behind me and I could feel the rustle of her sari against the skin of my bare back. I felt a couple of arms touch my buttocks, and then her palms slowly made its way forward to my genitals. After giving me a soft stroke or two, she caressed my testicles slightly. For sometime it was just her, pressing herself against me, her big body against mine, softly stroking and caressing my manhood.

"Hands to your side, baba." She commanded. "You can let go of your ears now."

"Yes, bua."

Obediently I dropped my hands to my side. It was eerie just how suppliant, how obedient, how devoted I was, to Rashida. If she had ordered me to walk down the street naked, I believe I would have done it.

"How did that feel, baba, standing in your own room like that, nangta, holding your ears?"

"It was embarrassing, bua." I replied honestly. "I really am sorry about it, bua. Please forgive me."

"Zarine must have seen you." Rashida commented. "On her first day too! What must she think -- the master of the house, being punished like this by the maid, so openly like this!"

Rashida was still massaging my dick. I was getting harder and harder. Just as I was short of being fully aroused, she stopped, and then ran her hands up and down my body from the back.

"What you did with Rubina is unforgivable, baba." Rashida told me.

"I am sorry, my dear bua. It happened... on the spur of the moment."

"One time can be forgiven, baba. Not so many times. Not day after day."

Rashida raised her right hand and caught hold of my left ear. Giving my ear a sharp twist, she pinched the earlobes hard between her forefinger and thumb.

"I am extremely disappointed in you, baba." Rashida commented in a sad tone. "Here you are, always telling me HOW MUCH you love me, HOW MUCH you adore me, and then I find out what you were up to... with Rubina!"

Rashida continued to twist and pull my ear.

"I am sorry, my dear bua." I reflected. "It... just happened. I swear I didn't mean to do it. And then..."

I remained silent as Rashida pinched my earlobe again. I heard a sad sigh from her.

"Come, Tarek." She ordered, pulling me harshly by the ear. "Let's properly start your punishment."

"Yes, bua."

I was led by the ear to a chair that was in the centre of the room. Rashida then relaxed the vicelike grip she had on my ear, and sat down heavily on the chair.

"Assume the position, Tarek." She commanded. "I am really sad today."

"Yes, bua. At once, bua. I am very sorry, bua."

Clumsily I went over her lap, positioning myself on top of her knees.

"Spread your legs, boy." She said, patting my naked bottom.

Whenever she used the term 'boy' to address me, I knew I was in for a long punishment.

"Yes, my sweet bua."

I obeyed. Her hands reached down to brush against my penis and balls that were now hanging low. She stroked me quite a few times, making me somewhat hard. Rashida then raised her hand and started to rub my derriere.

"I was extremely surprised to find out about you and your antics with Rubina." She said, speaking in a very disappointed tone. "Especially after the wonderful dinner that you took me out to. I really thought you were starting to change. Even though you were selfish in not inviting me to your room on that hot night, I still... I never thought... that you and... Rubina..."

"I am so sorry, bua."

Rashida patted my buttocks.

"It was for your own protection that I had forbidden Rubina from having sex with you. Ever! And if she disobeyed me... at least I expected my loyal slave boy... the boy who always professes that he loves me dearly... to obey me! It was for your own good! For your own safety!"

SPANK!

All of a sudden there was a sharp stinging sensation on my left butt cheek.

"One. Thank you, bua. I am very sorry, bua. I should not have done it. Please forgive me, bua, and spank me again."

"I am really disappointed, baba." Rashida remarked. "I had always thought... that you... you had that self control! That I had taught you your proper place!"

SPANK!

"Two. Thank you for the spanking, bua. I am really sorry, bua. Please forgive me, bua, and spank me again."

"I had warned you, Tarek. I had warned you several times. Didn't I tell you the last week RIGHT BEFORE HER MARRIAGE that this could happen? Didn't I warn you... and tell you that you had to control yourself if she came on to you?"

"Yes, bua. You did. I am so sorry, I messed up."

SPANK!

It was a harsh slap on my right butt cheek. The sound was like that of a rifle shot.

"Three. Thank you, bua. Please forgive me, bua. Please! Spank me again, bua."

"I had only been looking out for you. Now... it is you... who have... disgraced your own family... and my hard work!"

SPANK!

The spankings continued. Rashida hit my left butt cheek, and then my right. She spanked me hard and fast, and hardly left me enough time to mumble my weak apology after each hit. If you have ever been spanked by a lady, you know that many women get tired after hitting a man's buttocks with their hands, and soon switches to an implement. Rashida wasn't like that. She had strong hands, and she could continue on and on. And so she did.

"I am extremely disappointed in you, baba. All your words to me, all the sweet things you ever said to me, they meant nothing!"

"No, my dear, lovely, beautiful bua! I really do love you! I mean it!"

SPANK!

"One sight of a pussy, and you just behave like any other man!"

"I am very sorry, bua! It had been a long day, and Rubina had kept teasing me and teasing me and teasing me..."

SPANK!

"All it took for you to forget about me, about all the training of self control, all that hard work was one moment of weakness. That's it! I thought you loved me enough! But you don't. You are just another man with a small nunu, thinking of pussy all the time... aaagh!"

"Bua, I am very sorry. She was rubbing against me... teasing me... and I couldn't help myself!"

SPANK!

"If Rubina wanted to, she could have blackmailed you. Once you had sex with her, that too unprotected, your semen is now inside her! She could have gone to the police could have done all sort of damage to you! You are lucky she isn't like that! You are lucky that is a loyal girl!"

SPANK!

"I am so sorry, bua. I really was not thinking straight! I know I put myself in a lot of danger!"

"And the reputation of your family, baba!"

Sometimes Rashida would take a small break of a few minutes, and she would rub and caress my stinging bottom, or gently stroke my exposed manhood for some time, making me hard again. However, before long, she would resume the spanking again.

SPANK!

"Do you realize the foolishness, the idiocy that you did! The weak position you have put yourself in? Having unprotected sex with another woman, that too the hired help?!"

"I didn't think like that, bua. I am so wrong..."

"There was a reason I ALWAYS stopped you from having sex with either of us. It was to protect YOU!"

SPANK!

"Tarek! I never thought you would do that, to be honest, baba. I never did. I was so shocked! I honestly thought you had changed. Over the last year. Over the last weeks."

SPANK!

"A maid -- a woman like that -- can easily accuse you of rape. And no one will believe your innocence! NO ONE!"

SPANK!

Lying like that, naked, buttocks up, over my maid servant's knees, I felt very vulnerable, exposed, helpless and humiliated. Not to mention that the door was open and anyone could see. I did hear Zarine walk about, so perhaps she had already seen me like that, humiliated, being spanked and scolded like an errant schoolboy.

"You should be ashamed of yourself, Tarek." Rashida kept scolding me in between my punishment. "You are a respectable boy, the scion of a respectable family."

SPANK!

SPANK!

Suddenly, Rashida paused.

"For more than five years," She said, gently massaging my ass, "I have been punishing you. It all started when I caught you masturbating to dirty thoughts of me. And I have punished you so that you control your dirty behaviour."

"Yes, you did, my beloved bua."

"Hmmph! You dare to call me 'beloved'! After... what you did with Rubina... you forgot everything!"

SPANK!

SPANK!

She then reached down and rubbed my ball sack.

"This... this genitals of yours... always getting you into trouble. Yes, I know you fantasize about us... but you were to keep it to yourself!"

"I am so sorry, my cherished bua. I know I should have been more circumspect."

SPANK!

SPANK!

Rashida then once again rubbed my manhood.

"Get my chappal, boy." She ordered. "Take the one off my right foot."

"Yes, my dear bua."

My hands were already down on the floor, so I touched Rashida's feet. She was already shaking off the slipper from her right foot, so I just caught hold of it and gently pulled it out. I then raised my arm and gently offered the slipper to Rashida. My chubby maid took it and gently placed the chappal against my rear end.

WHAP!

WHAP!

I was being spanked with the maid's sandal by her on my buttocks, my lower thighs and then on my inner thighs.

WHAP!

WHAP!

"You are not even fit to be spanked with my chappal." Rashida sneered at me. "I am so angry at you."

"I am so sorry, bua. I really am. Please forgive me. Please allow me to make it up to you."

WHAP!

WHAP!

After being spanked with the sandal for some time, Rashida took another little break. I remained lying abjectly across her lap, whimpering and squirming with pain, yet not daring to reach and rub my smarting ass. Rashida then placed a hand on my back.

"Get up, boy, and get me that hairbrush. And then lie back down over my knees, on my lap."

"Yes, my darling bua."

For the next twenty minutes I was then spanked with a hair brush. This was a hard wooden brush with a very flat end.

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

It was very painful, of course, but that was the point. Rashida was angry, and she spanked me with vigour. With a powerful arm, she strongly held me in place as I began to tense and buck with each strike. My feet were stamping on the floor with each hit, and I was trying to breathe through the stinging pain as my mistress continued to wallop my very red bottom.

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

My butt cheeks were now very red, and very sore. Rashida moved her hand from my lower back to my derriere. She gently caressed my buttocks, before she began to spank me on the back of my thighs.

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

I wasn't able to maintain the count any more, the pain even more intense in this delicate place.

"Be still and do not squirm, baba." Rashida commanded.

"Er.... Y-y-y-es, b-b-ua!" I stammered.

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

Finally Rashida decided to give me a break. She reached down and rubbed my testicles, before wrapping her fingers around my manhood. After tugging my cock for sometime, she patted my achy buttocks.

"Stand up, Tarek."

"Yes, my dear bua."

My bottom was paining. It was stinging. I could hardly stand... I was always itching to rub my pasa, but prevented from doing so by Rashida's piercing gaze. I had thought my punishment was over, but I was wrong. It was just a small break.

Over the next two hours and half, Rashida made me lie face down on my bed and spanked me again with her hand. I was slapped for a long time. Then she rolled up my belt and lashed my buttocks for a painfully lengthy duration. Then I was made to kneel for half an hour, before once again I was commanded to go over her knees.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

Finally, Rashida decided to stop. As I lay there, humbled, tears running down my eyes, bent over her knees, her hands found my penis. She rubbed my manhood for sometime, before tapping me on my now very red, paining and burning buttocks.

"Stand up, baba."

"Yes, bua."

Obediently I stood up and wiped my tears away.

Rashida smoothed her sari for a moment, and then put on her chappal, before standing up. Her right hand went up, and immediately caught hold of my left ear. Once again pinching my earlobe, she gave it a twist.

"Come." She ordered, pulling me by the ear.

I was led by the ear, all the way from my room through the corridor, down the stairs through the dining hall and on to the kitchen. Zarine was busy dusting somewhere, and I knew she had seen, out of the corner of her eyes, me being led humiliatingly like that by the ear by my older maid. Rashida had my ear in a vicelike grip, constantly pulling and twisting as she led me through the house by the ear. Finally, once we were in the kitchen, she let go.

"Wait here." She told me, motioning for me to stand by the door. Unable to help myself, I reached up and rubbed my sore ear.

Rashida walked towards a small table to one side of the kitchen. My eyes followed the contours of her huge buttocks as she walked. One butt cheek rose, another fell, and then alternated as she walked. Her sari was tight around her big caboose, and one portion of it went inside the cleft of her butt cheeks.

She stopped at the table and then bent down. Grabbing the bottom of her sari and petticoat, she slowly started to roll it up.

I watched, aghast, as more and more of my maid's voluptuous body started to be displayed. She wasn't wearing panties. Her beautiful butt was only a foot away from me and totally exposed. I just stared and stared at her huge mounds. My cock was springing out in joy at that sight.

The last time I had seen that ass was of course on that fateful night.

Rashida took a small stick shaped confectionary -- a type of Fruity Loops candy -- from a container in the table. She then gently put one end of it into her butt hole. The candy had half gone inside her rectum, with the other half sticking out.

"Come, get your candy, baba." Rashida ordered, looking back over her shoulder at me.

In a daze, I walked over to where she was standing, and dropped to my knees.

I put my face on her bountiful ass and stated sucking the end of the candy that was sticking out, until I ate the whole thing. As I licked and swallowed the part that had been inside her anus, there was a strong aroma and some sweat on it, which added to the flavour. I was eating a candy that had just been inside my maid's asshole.

I then watched as she inserted another candy into her butt hole.

"Eat." She ordered.

Rashida repeated the action with all the candy that was in the container. In all, I ate over 13 of those sweet sticks which had been half inside her rectum. 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 once again her naked buttocks was in my face.

"Lick my asshole, Tarek." She ordered. "Make it wet and slimy."

"Yes, bua."

I could hear Zarine walk around nearby. She was working, doing her maid duties. She must have seen me here in the kitchen, humiliating myself in front of Rashida my maid. Kissing her buttocks. Eating food that had been inside her rectum. I didn't care. This was Rashida. I could do anything she ordered me to. And she had just given me a fresh order.

I immediately placed one hand on each of Rashida's giant 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. Even as my nose tried to ignore the rancid odor, my tongue poked and lashed its way into the depths of her anus, obediently tried to make it wet. She thrust her behind into my face as I remained buried like a dog sniffing its master's butt.

"You like that, baba?" Rashida laughed, as I flicked my tongue deep into her crevice. "This is what you deserve, baba, you pathetic boy."

"Yes, bua."

For the next five to ten minutes I was busy, licking her ass and sphincter.

"Alright, baba, out. Good, now kiss my bum all over. Cover it with kisses. Make it wet."

"Yes, bua."

I held her from behind and as instructed, covered her derriere with wet kisses. She was my house maid, my servant -- but it was I who was kissing her ass!

"Do you like kissing my pasa, baba?" Rashida laughed again.

"Yes, bua."

"What do you say, baba?"

"Thank you, bua."

"Say 'thank you bua for letting me kiss your pasa'."

"Thank you bua for letting me kiss your pasa."

After some time Rashida told me to stop, and then turned around. She caught me by the ears and pulled me up to stand in front of her, facing her. Rashida's hand went back to my ear and started to give it a gentle twist, as I stood there, eyes cast downwards. For a long time, she just twisted and pulled my ear.

"Baba." She ordered, finally letting go of my crimson red ear. "Bend over the table here. Legs spread apart. Place your hands on the table to brace yourself."

"Yes, bua."

"Bum out, properly. Legs spread out."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida gently reached out and cupped my testicles for a minute, before going up and patting me on my buttocks.

"It's a nice shade of red, but I think we can make it darker, baba. Now remain in this position."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida went somewhere I could hear her exit the kitchen and walk somewhere. After a few minutes, I heard her return.

SWISH!

I had been caned many times before, but nothing ever prepares you for the first stroke. The excruciating agony as Rashida brought the cane down with amazing force on my already paining bared bottom.

"One!" I counted through gritted teeth. "Thank you, bua, for caning me. I am sorry for sleeping with Rubina. Please forgive me, bua. Please cane me again."

SWISH!

The second stroke was even harder.

"Two!" I counter again. "Thank you, my dear bua, for caning me. I am so sorry for my actions. Please forgive me, bua, and cane me again."

SWISH!

The cane continued to find its mark, again and again, biting ever deeper into my writhing buttocks.

After twenty five strokes, Rashida took a break. I remained bent over, sniffling through my tears, as I heard her sit on one of the chairs and watch the welts mature on my bum. After some time she stood up. I heard her put the cane away and pick something else up.

For the next twenty minutes, I was spanked with a spatula, and then when Rashida decided I had enough of the spatula, she told me to go over her lap again.

Rashida then once again used her hand on me as I laid over her knees.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

I was spanked for what must have been another fifteen minutes. One cheek after another. Then, she took another pause.

I laid there over her knees, on her lap. Naked, vulnerable, my buttocks smarting from all the punishment, eyes wet with tears. I then asked her a question and she answered.

Finally, she ordered me to stand up.

"I am done with you... for now." She told me. "You will come again to my room tonight at 1030 pm."

My spirits fell. I was to be punished again later.

"Yes, bua."

"Go to your room. And stay there."

"Yes, bua."

BACK TO THE PRESENT...

"Wow," Zarine commented, once again stroking my balls, "Thanks for confessing all of this to me, Tarek."

"You are welcome, choto bua." I replied. "I am your slave, so I will now do whatever you ask me to."

Zarine stroked my cock.

"Looks like this little nunu of yours has gotten you into a lot of trouble, baba." She remarked.

"Er... yes, choto bua."

Zarine gently kneaded my balls in the palm of her hand.

"Your balls are heavy, Tarek. Your dick is erect. This whole situation is turning you on."

"Yes, choto bua. I am sorry, bua. Please forgive me, choto bua. You are rubbing me... holding me... so... I am hard. Please... forgive me."

Zarine smiled. She was facing me now, and her hand was on my manhood. My dick was, as you can imagine, very, very erect.

"I want to try something, Tarek." Zarine told me, somewhat nervously. "I am going out with a boy, and he's wanting something... but... I want to practice with you first."

"Er... ok, choto bua."

I was a bit puzzled, and also wary. What did Zarine want?

Zarine slowly went down on her knees so that she was now kneeling down in front of me. Her nose was touching my prick, she opened her lips. She paused for a moment, as if weighing something in her mind. Then, very quickly, as if she wanted to do it promptly and get it over with, Zarine took my dick in her mouth, engulfing it completely.

"Mmmm... mmmm!" I was in heaven as she licked my penis up and down. My very first blowjob from her! This is what she wanted to do with her boyfriend, and she wanted to practice with me! Oh Zarine! I am ready to be your practice boy!

Zarine kneaded my balls with one hand as she held me around my waist with the other. She started to suck me harder and harder. I knew I would cum at any point now. In less than two minutes, I couldn't hold out any longer and shot a big load of sperm into my maid's inviting mouth. She swallowed every drop of my spunk before she allowed me to take my dick out of her mouth. I continued my in and out motion causing the last vestiges of my seed to dribble into her mouth. Her furious sucking cleaned out the last milky white drop and she let all of it go down her throat.

Zarine stood up, wiping her mouth clean with the back of her hand.

"Wow, you cum a lot!" She said.

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

"Before I go, Tarek, do you know HOW Rashida apa found out... about you and Rubina?"

"Rashida has her ways, choto bua." I replied carefully in a non-committal tone. "She always seems to know what I have been up to."

"Hmm. Ok. Alright, baba. She is your mistress after all."

"Yes, choto bua." I replied. "And thank you, choto bua. For letting me cum."

Zarine laughed and held up two fingers.

"Twice. I have made you cum twice."

"Yes, choto bua."

"Have a good night sleep, Tarek."

Zarine left the room. My thoughts wandered back to this morning, when I was being punished in the kitchen.

THIS MORNING, AT THE END OF MY PUNISHMENT...

I had just been spanked with a spatula for over twenty minutes, bent over a table, when Rashida decided I had enough of the spatula. She then ordered me to go over her lap again. I heard her sit on a chair.

"Baba. Come here. On my lap... over my knees."

"Yes, bua."

My ass was really smarting. My eyes were full of tears. I had just been caned, and then punished with a spatula. Still, I would follow each order of Rashida. Her every wish was my command. If she wanted to spank me all day, she would spank me all day.

Waddling, I walked over to where Rashida was seated, then then bent over to go on her lap. Positioning myself clumsily, I went over her knees.

Rashida raised a hand.

SPANK!

A thousand volts of pain shot through my body as her hand met the skin of my bottom. She had struck my left bum cheek.

"One!" I counted. "Thank you, bua, for the spanking. I am sorry I slept with Rubina. Please spank me again, bua."

"You should have known better, Tarek. Now there is a new maid here. Do I need to worry about her as well?"

SPANK!

"Two!" I cried. "Thank you, bua, for spanking me and correcting me. I am truly sorry I gave in to temptation and had sex with Rubina. Please spank me again, bua."

"Zarine is new here. I hear she is also a virgin. Now, no doubt she will be curious with you. It is YOU who has to exercise self control. YOU are the slave!"

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

And so it went on. I was spanked for what must have been another fifteen minutes. One cheek after another. After every beating, I had to humbly apologize, meekly ask for forgiveness and repeat my promise never to do this again. Finally, after fifteen minutes of thrashing my bottom, Rashida paused.

I was lying there over her knees, on her lap. Naked, vulnerable, my buttocks smarting from all the punishment. Rashida laid a hand over my bottom and slowly, tenderly, caressed my rump. I decided to ask her a question.

"Bua," I nervously asked. "Please tell me how you found out."

Rashida continued to pat my buttocks for some time, before speaking.

"Rubina came to visit me two days ago, baba." She replied. "She was late."

"Um... late?"

"Her period. She was late."

Oh.

Uh oh.

Rashida must have sent my sudden shock. She comfortingly continued to rub my ass.

"Don't worry, baba. I took care of everything."

"Er..." I could not but help ask. "Does she know who the father is?"

"It's probably not you, baba." Rashida answered. "It is almost certain it's her husband's. They were fucking each other even before their wedding, you know. Before she... er... before you fucked her."

"I see."

"However... I have given Rubina some money. She is going to discreetly find out. If... it turns out... it IS yours... it will be taken care of. Don't worry. Her husband doesn't know yet."

It will be taken care of. What a euphemism!

"Oh, thank you, bua. Thank you for handling this."

Thank you for looking out for me, Rashida!

Suddenly I felt an overwhelming amount of love for her.

"Bua. Thank you for taking care of this. And thank you, bua, for always looking out for me. I am really, really, really sorry I did this, bua."

"There. There." Rashida's hand lay on my ass. Then she tapped me on my bottom.

"Stand up, baba."

"Yes, bua."

"I am done with you... for now." She told me. "You will come again to my room tonight at 1030."

"Yes, bua."

BACK TO THE PRESENT...

That had been this morning.

Now, as I was finally drifting off to sleep, I felt relieved.

Zarine had allowed me to cum.

Twice.

That had relieved a whole lot of tension from my body.

She also knew what happened between me and Rubina. That surely meant at some point, she would also like... sex.

I would have to be ready for that. Despite what Rashida had told me.

Ah... Rashida.

My sweet, lovely, sexy, curvy, fatty, buxom, chubby, matronly, dear Rashida!

You really do care for me. You had looked out for me. You do love me. In your own way.

I love you too, Rashida. More than you can imagine.

Which is why... I thought sadly... it might be hard on you when you find out my real plans for Delhi, Rashida.

You see, Rashida, something changed that night.

I was yours and Rubina's sex slave. A boy.

Then I fucked Rubina.

I am still your slave. But now... the boy has become a man.

My dear Rashida. Just know that... whatever happens, I did really love you. I really still do.