Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 03

My Indian maid instructs me on masturbation, and sets up regular spankings -- Tarek Zia.

It was 11 pm, and a hot Thursday night to boot. I closed the door to my room and lied down on my bed, and started to think about the last three very unusual weeks of my suddenly unusual life. In those last three weeks I had been punished several times by Rashida. That would be OK if I was a little boy and Rashida was my mother or aunt or nanny, but I was eighteen and Rashida was my maid servant. A normally obedient and suppliant domestic servant who suddenly had no qualms taking me -- the son of the master of the house -- by the ear and giving me a severe punishment. The last such incident had been four days ago.

It had been a lazy Sunday afternoon, with my parents away on some party, and I was feeling particularly hungry. I had a cricket match in the morning and had skipped lunch. Upon returning home, I had immediately taken a bath. Even during that activity, I was mindful of Rashida's clear instructions, and cleaned myself as she had ordered me to. Then, after dressing myself, I headed for the kitchen.

Where are the maids, I thought, as I walked into an empty pantry. We were expecting some guests in the evening, so Rashida must be busy cleaning the house here and there, but at least Rubina should have been in the kitchen, preparing food.

Rubina was our younger maid. She was around my age -- eighteen. But this was India, and it was the luck of the draw that I was born to a privileged family and she was from a poor upbringing. So she was now working as our maid, taking orders from Rashida, the senior maid, as needed, and generally being a useful little thing around the house, while I would go off to university and be a big shot later in life.

I noticed some pastries on the table in the kitchen, covered in a transparent wrap. They were probably for some guests later in the evening. And they looked really tempting.

"Oh, no one will miss one." I thought, as I started to take off the cover. "I am so hungry."

That was when Rashida and Rubina had both walked in.

"Baba!" Rashida was astonished. "What are you doing?"

"I ... uh... I was hungry ..."

"Did I not tell you that whenever food is covered in a wrap, Tarek, they are not to be touched?" Rashida rebuked me. "You silly boy!"

"Yes, bua. I am sorry." I answered, my eyes staring at the floor.

"It's a simple instruction, Tarek." Rashida was angry. "Don't touch food covered with a wrap. This food is for guests, and we made a specific amount only."

"Yes, bua. I am so sorry."

Rubina was watching our exchange with what I can only term as curious amusement. Here was I, the master of the house, apologizing to my maid, and she was scolding and rebuking me like a little child. A small smile played at the corner of Rubina's lips. She must not also have failed to notice that Rashida was calling me by my name, Tarek, rather than the respectful "baba", which is what the maids usually used.

"Rubina." Rashid turned to the younger maid. "Can you go and make the beds in the master bedroom and in baba's bedroom? Make sure there's fresh towels in the toilets as well."

"Er ... yes, apa."

Rubina seemed a little surprised with this sudden instruction, but she immediately turned around and left. I thought I saw a gleam of amusement in her eyes as she exited. Rashida then turned back to me.

"Why do you always fail to listen to instructions, baba?" Rashida asked me. "Now you must be punished. Stand with your face against the wall!"

"Bua ... I ..." I hesitated. It was in the afternoon, and Rubina could be back any minute. Besides, my parents could also be back at any time.

"Baba, that will cost you extra punishment." Rashida stated matter-of-factly. "How many times have I told you that once I say something, I expect you to obey it AT ONCE!"

"Yes, bua. I just thought that Rubina ..."

Rashida walked up to me. Her voice was cold and firm.

"Stand with your face against the wall."

"Yes, bua." I resigned myself to the punishment I was about to get.

I braced myself, face against the wall, my hands flat on it, propping up my body, with my back to Rashida. My plump maid servant walked over to stand behind me, her hands reaching around me and unbuckling the belt on my trousers. Her hands then reached down and and worked my zipper. As she unzipped me, my penis immediately sprang free from its confines. Rashida wrapped her fingers around my manhood.

"You are getting hard, baba." She told me, rubbing me.

"Er ... yes, bua."

Rashida always liked to stroke me a little before starting my punishments. It made things hard for me, pun intended, when I was getting my ass whooped while my dick was stiff.

Rashida continued to move her hands. My pants now fell to the floor. What a sight for anyone that would walk into the kitchen then! I, the master of the house, standing against the wall, butt naked, and my maid Rashida was fondling my testicles.

"Do you like getting punished, baba?' She asked me, even as I continued to get erect.

"I ... uh ... bua, you know ..." I was at a loss for words.

"Never mind, baba. Brace yourself for your punishment. Your second beating this week, Tarek, I have to say!"

"I am so ashamed, bua."

Rashida moved to stand a little distance behind me, and picked up a spatula from the sink. She then slowly raised her hand.

WHAP!

"Ow! One! Thank you, bua, for the beating. I am sorry for trying to eat the guests' food. Please beat me again."

As I had been well taught by now, I mumbled my thanks to Rashida. I was thanking her -- for spanking me -- and asking for one more. This ... to my maid.

WHAP!

"Two! Thank you, bua, for that. I am sorry I didn't listen to you at once. Please punish me again."

"With pleasure, baba. It looks like you will need a lot more over the years to properly rectify your behavior, Tarek."

"Yes, bua."

WHAP!

"Ow! Ow! Three! Thank you, bua, for the spank. Please punish me again."

"Why are you squirming, baba?"

"I have never been spanked by something so hard like a spatula, bua."

WHAP!

"Owwwww! F-f-four! Thank you, bua, for the b-b-beating. P-p-please punish me again."

"What was regrettable, baba, was that no one ever punished you while growing up. You have become a spoiled young man, and now it's up to me to properly train you into a polite, humble gentleman who respects women."

"Y-y-yes, bua."

WHAP!

"OUCH! Five! T-t-thank you, bua, for the punishment. I am t-t-truly sorry about my behaviour. P-p-please punish me again."

"An aunt, or your mother, should have done this a long time ago, baba. Now it has fallen to your lowly maid servant to guide you and teach you, Tarek."

"Yes, bua. I am yours to be trained, bua. Please spank me."

WHAP!

Initially I was trying to speak in a soft voice and not make too many loud noises for fear of attracting Rubina's attention, but as the pain increased I forgot about that as I started to cry and bawl.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Six! Thank you, bua. Please can I have one more?"

"You certainly will, baba. You must remember that we maids work hard. We are given instructions to make so many pastries for the party. If one is missing, it looks bad on us."

"Yes, bua. I understand, bua. I am truly sorry, bua. Please forgive my mistake, bua."

WHAP!

"Ufff! Ouch! Seven! Thank you, bua, for the spank. Please can I have one more?"

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Rashida continued to beat me, again and again. The assault on my buttocks continued hard and fast. My maid was an expert spanker, and the spatula found its mark repeatedly, alternating between each ass cheek. My buttocks were burning. After fifteen swats (or was it twenty?), Rashida placed the spatula in the sink.

Phew! I thought I was done. Alas, Rashida had other plans.

"I must punish you for not obeying me as soon as you could. See, if you have just obeyed me, it would have been over by now." She informed me. "Now I have to give you a hand spanking over my lap to teach you a lesson."

"Uh ... yes, of course, bua. I am yours to be punished, bua. From next time, I will listen immediately, bua."

I vaguely hoped my abject apologies would lessen, or even cancel, the impending punishment. No such luck.

Pulling out a stool and placing it in the centre of the kitchen, Rashida sat down. The stool creaked slightly under her weight, as Rashida fluffed out her sari to seat herself comfortably. Her big butts covered the whole surface area of the stool. Then she instructed me to position myself over her lap. All of this, in the kitchen, with the doors open and Rubina could walk in any moment.

I was now butt naked and lying across my shapely 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. Rashida cupped my ass cheeks with her striking hand and slowly caressed my butt, prolonging my agony.

"Baba, you have a very spankable bottom." Rashida said. "Is that why you are always doing things that lead to a spanking?"

"Oh no, bua. I am truly sorry I didn't obey you at once. Believe me, bua, I do not want to get a spanking from you."

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."

"Baba." Rashida squeezed the butt cheek she had just hit, sending jolts of pain travel up my spine. "It's not that I want to hit you. It's that I have to hit you. Why do you give me reasons to punish you? I don't like to see you like this, naked, humiliated, over my knees."

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?"

"I was quite fond of you, Tarek," Rashida said, patting my bum. "You practically grew up in front of me. And I wanted you to be a good boy. That is why I now have to discipline you."

"Yes, my dear bua, I understand that. I am so sorry, my lovely bua."

SPANK!

"Three. I am sorry, my dear bua, that I failed your expectations. Bua, I am glad you are taking the initiative and punishing me. I am grateful that you are taking care of me. Please spank me again, bua."

"You will never be a manly man, baba. So it is important that at least you learn to serve the women around you. To satisfy them, to obey them, and to worship them."

"Yes, my dear bua."

SPANK!

"Ow! Four. Ow! I am sorry, bua. Thank you for the spank, bua. Can I have one more, bua?"

"Since you are born to serve women, Tarek, to be a slave to them, to keep them happy ... I want you to do a good job in that, baba. That's why you are being punished."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"Five. Ow! Ow! Ow! Please forgive me, bua. I am so sorry. Please spank me again, bua."

"You have a small nunu (penis), baba. You will never keep a woman happy with that, baba. So you better learn to be a proper slave and keep a woman happy in other ways, baba."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"OUCH! Six. Ow! I am sorry, bua. I know I have a small dick, bua. Please spank me again."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Rashida continued to spank me thoroughly as I squirmed and thrashed about on her lap, my exposed erect penis dangled between her legs as I laid across her thighs. As my spanking continued, I felt quite helpless with her firm grip on my body.

"Alright, baba, stand up. Now put on your pants. I don't want Rubina to come and see you in this pathetic condition."

"Yes, bua."

I hurriedly put on my pants. I was now dressed, but had a butt that was stinging from her blows. Not to mention, a raging hard-on.

"Baba, come here. Stand and face me. I am going to slap you four times."

"Yes, bua." I meekly obeyed her.

Rashida raised a hand.

SLAP!

I reflected upon the fact that for the first time in many years, I was being physically punished. And for the first time ever, a woman, that too our maid, was slapping me.

SLAP!

Rashida loved to slap me. And after every slap, I had to count and thank her, and ask for one more.

SLAP!

This humiliation was similar to my spanking. Whenever I was to be punished, Rashida stripped me naked and spanked me on my bare bum. I had to count each spank, thank her, and ask her for one more.

SLAP!

Long before Rashida had started to discipline me, she had been the object of my desires and many a times I had jerked off to thoughts of lying across her lap and her hands smacking my bum as my dick rubbed against the flesh of her fat milky thighs. I knew I always had a thing for mature, bigger, dominant women. Never did I realize how quickly my situation would mirror my thoughts, and how I would demean myself at my maid's hands every day.

"Alright, that's enough for now, Tarek." Rashida said. "I am sure you will now think ten times before eating food meant for guests."

"Yes, bua. I am deeply ashamed, bua."

It was not a moment too soon. Just as Rashida finished slapping me, Rubina entered the kitchen.

"All the beds and toilets are done, apa." She announced.

"Good." Rashida turned to her. "Here, take this spatula from the sink. Note the green handle on this. Put it separately from the others. Do not use this particular spatula for cooking."

"Yes, apa."

I glanced at Rubina. Once again she had a sly grin as she carried out Rashida's instructions. Was she standing outside the door while I had been punished? Did she hear about how I had apologized to Rashida repeatedly while she had slapped me? I couldn't tell, Rubina's eyes were indecipherable.

Rashida turned back to me.

"Baba, you can go now. Please think about what happened today."

I cringed as Rashida scolded me once again in front of Rubina.

"Yes, bua. I will, bua. I won't repeat it again, bua."

"We will see, baba."

That had been four days ago. As I lay in bed, I wondered how it had come to this -- that I was allowing my maid servant -- MY MAID SERVANT! -- to punish me as and when and how she willed.

I knew why, of course. I liked it. Well, no, I didn't like the punishments. I liked the idea of her punishing me. I mean, I always knew I was a bit different from the other boys. I secretly liked it when a female teacher would hold and twist my ear for some misdemeanor. I liked it when my Social Studies teacher Mrs. Helen D'Souza took me to her office and caned me. I love it when Rashida ...

Hell ...

I even think I was falling in love with Rashida! She was all I could think about when I had some free time. Her thick beautiful lips. Her plump navel. Her big, bouncy breasts. Her equally bubble buttocks. And how she powerfully kept me under her foot.

Slowly I put my hand inside my pajamas, and started to rub myself.

In the last three days, I hadn't masturbated once. I just hadn't had the time with school and cricket and homework. And now, with all my spankings, slaps, canings and beatings, I felt I HAD to cum. It was 11 pm, and everyone was in bed. Slowly, I started to rub myself harder and harder.

I knew what I was doing was against Rashida's rules. She didn't want me to masturbate unless I asked her for permission. And to be fair, Rashida never told me NOT to masturbate if I asked her.

"Baba." She told me, the last time when I had asked her. "I know you ... boys ... have to masturbate. It's a disgusting habit."

"Er ... yes, bua." I had replied. "But please, bua, can I do it? I need to."

"OK ... do it tonight, baba. But I want you to clean up your mess properly. It's disgusting, and I don't want to see a stain on the bed sheet or chair or anywhere, OK?"

"Yes, bua. Thank you, bua."

"Good. Now kiss my feet, Tarek."

That had been more than three days ago. Now it was late at night, and I really wanted to. How would Rashida come to know if I really cleaned up?

Oh Rashida, I thought, as I continued to rub myself. I love your lips. I love your breasts. And most of all, I love your buttocks. Oh, Rashida!

Suddenly, the door to my room was pushed open. It had been unlocked, of course, as per Rashida's instructions. And it was Rashida who opened the door to my bedroom and walked in, authoritatively, as if she owned the house and this was her room, not mine. Gently shutting the door, she turned around to face me. Immediately, out of respect, I stood up, quite aware that I had a bulge in my pajamas.

Rashida had just taken a shower, and her hair was still wet and clung to her face. Right now, as she glanced at me, she had a light smile on her face. I suddenly realized I had been staring at her breasts rising and falling with her breathing, and she had caught me looking. She also glanced at my bulge, and gave me a firm look.

"Baba, what are you doing up so late?" She asked, with her hands on her waist, glancing at me sternly.

"Nothing, bua," I replied timidly. My cock twitched at the thought of what happened the very first time Rashida had walked into this room when I had been masturbating. That was when she had spanked me for the very first time.

"Are you wearing underwear, baba?" Rashida questioned, as she walked over and sat down on my bed. I remained standing, not daring to sit down unless Rashida gave me permission to.

"No, bua." I answered honestly.

"Why?"

I blushed deep red as I answered, "Bua, you have ordered me never to wear underwear at home."

"And why did I do that, baba?"

"So you can just pull down my pants and spank me easily whenever you want, bua."

"So, baba, you are the master of the house, yet you are now always ready to be put over my knees for a spanking. Me, the maid, gets to spank you. Any time."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida snapped her fingers. "Let's see how truthful you are, baba. Come here, Tarek Zia!"

She crooked a finger and beckoned me over. Like a well-trained slave, I walked over until I was standing just in front of her. Rashida reached for the drawstring of my pajamas. She moved slowly, intentionally prolonging my humiliation. I knew that in a few moments, I would be naked waist down in front of my maid, with my private parts all exposed. Once she had undone my drawstring, Rashida pulled down the zipper of the pajamas. Never looking up, she then grabbed the sides of my pajamas and gave a sharp jerk. Ignoring the small bump that was my rising erection, Rashida continued to lower my clothing. Once they were past my dick, which sprang out, Rashida let go as the pajamas fell in a heap at my ankles.

"So you were telling the truth." Rashida exclaimed, pulling on my testicles and rolling them like a small piece of cookie dough. "Baba, my esteemed master, the son of a distinguished businessman in the city, you don't wear underwear around the house because you are now always ready to receive a spanking on your bum from me, your old maid."