Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 03

"Yes, bua." I admitted, my face red with embarrassment. Then I added, perhaps a little boldly, "You are not old, bua. You are a very beautiful woman."

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

She had completely ignored my faint attempt at flirting with her! I felt so humiliated. As if it wasn't enough that she now had my balls in her hand!

"Four days ago, bua." I answered.

"Yes, it was four days ago, that I had spanked you last." Rashida nodded, rubbing my balls with the palm of her hand. "And again, now here you are, butt naked, standing in front of me -- your lowly maid servant. And I am fully clothed, in command, seated on your bed, while you are completely lengta (naked). And I am the one playing with your bichi (testicles)."

I cringed with embarrassment.

"You have interesting balls, baba." 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 your little nunu. Full of cum, aren't you, baba?"

"Er .. yes, bua." I grew hopeful. Was she going to give me a release?

"This small little nunu of yours ..." Rashida held my penis with two of her fingers with disdain. "This is always getting you into trouble."

"Yes, bua."

"It's because of this small nunu," Rashida told me, gently rubbing one finger on the vein running across my briskly hardening phallus. "That you are in this situation today, baba."

"Yes, bua."

"This tiny nunu of yours has now made you a servant of your maid, baba." Rashida kept stroking me. "You are the scion of a wealthy, powerful family, and yet here you are, being scolded, punished and humiliated by your kaajer meye (maid)!"

I could only silently agree with my embarrassing predicament.

"Do you want to cum, baba?" Rashida asked me, with a devious grin on her face. She continued to rub me, and I was now completely turgid.

"Er ... yes, bua. Yes! Can I, please?"

"No! You have to earn it, Tarek. Earn it with good behavior!"

"Oh!"

Rashida let go of my manhood and snapped her fingers.

"Tarek! Bow down to me, your mistress, and lick my feet!"

"Yes, my lovely bua, my beautiful bua, you are my mistress, and I am your slave, worthy enough only to lick your feet."

With as much dignity and poise as I could, given that I was stark naked from the waist down and sporting a rock hard penis, I cravenly rushed to obey her command. I immediately prostrated myself on the floor and started to lap at her feet. I ran my tongue along each of her toes and sucked on each one of them. I then licked her ankles until her feet were dripping wet. I loved being in this position -- in complete submission to my lovely mistress.

"Stop!" She ordered. "Now, lie down! Face down on the floor! Put your face under my feet."

As commanded, I laid down on the floor on my belly, face down. Rashida then placed her feet on the back of my head, kneading her heels into my cheeks. So here was I, the rich son of a rich family, and my head was being used as a footrest by our lowly maid!

I lay there for a good fifteen minutes as Rashida continued to rub her feet against my head. Then she resumed talking to me.

"The last time I spanked you," Rashida told me, "was for trying to eat something that was clearly not meant for you. I also see that you haven't shaved yourself completely -- there's some pubic hair around your nunu and bichi. I asked you to shave yourself once a week. Clearly, you do not know how to follow the rules I set in this house. And today, I now find you alone in your room, no doubt ready to masturbate. I specifically told you to ask for my permission before doing so."

"I am so sorry, bua."

"Get up!"

I stood, my eyes cast down on the floor, waiting apprehensively. What did my maid have in mind for me?

"Baba, take off your shirt and your watch, so you are completely naked."

"Yes, bua."

Dutifully, I did as ordered. I was now totally unclothed, in front of my busty old maid, ready for more punishment, and I was also excited, as my dick was erect. Rashida stood up and grabbed my ears with each hand. She twisted my right ear sharply, and then my left ear.

"Ow!" I gave a yelp as she continued to twist my ears. I was being punished like a naughty schoolboy.

"I can't be bothered to come and spank you here whenever you are up to something, baba." Rashida told me. "But you need regular spankings, otherwise your behavior starts to become bad."

"Yes, bua. I am a bad little boy who needs to be spanked."

"Shut up, Tarek Zia! You don't need to repeat everything I say! This is not a game."

"Er ... yes, bua."

"You will report to my room, two nights a week. Monday and Thursday." Rashida let go of my now very red ears and started to instruct me. "At 9 pm at this house, everyone goes to bed. So you will come to my room sharply at 10.30 pm. You will knock on the door and ask for my permission to come in."

"Yes, bua." I submissively nodded.

"You will then go to a corner in my room, and strip off your clothes. This is important. I want you completely undressed for your punishments. Do you understand, baba?"

"Yes."

SLAP!

Rashida had slapped me! The slap had been so sudden, so out of the blue! One minute she had been talking with me and the next moment the mark of her five fingers was slowly spreading across my cheek.

"Yes, WHAT, baba?"

"Yes, bua, I understand. I am extremely sorry, bua. Thank you for the slap, bua. Please slap me again, bua."

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Good. So you will come into my room, and then strip completely. Then you will stand in the corner, facing the wall, until I decide how and when to punish you. After your punishment is over, you can put your clothes on and walk back to your room. This you will do every Monday and Thursday."

"Yes, bua." So I was now to be regularly spanked. And no doubt, failure to follow her instructions would lead to additional punishments.

"And since we didn't have any punishments today, and it's a Thursday," Rashida grabbed my right ear firmly with one hand, "We will go to my room now."

She started to lead me by the ear out of my room.

"But, bua, I am completely naked!" I blurted out. "What if Rubina is still up and around?"

Rashida turned around, her eyes blazing with fury. She had my ear in her hand, and she now started to twist it.

"Ow! Ow! Bua, my ear!"

Rashida said nothing, but continued to twist and pinch my ear as I begged her for mercy.

"Bua, please! Ow! I am so sorry, my dear bua, ow! Please forgive me! Ow! Ow! I shouldn't question your orders, bua. Ow!"

Finally, she stopped.

"Do you have anything else to say, baba?" She asked me coldly.

"No, bua, no I don't." I meekly surrendered.

"Do you have a problem, Tarek, if I lead you by the ear to my room RIGHT NOW, as you are, naked?"

"No, bua, I don't."

"Good."

Rashida raised a hand and caught me by the other ear.

"Then let's go." She said, giving this ear a tug.

Rashida pulled me by the ear out into the corridor. The house was quiet as everyone had indeed gone to bed. My parents went to bed early like clockwork, and usually the maids would wrap all the cleaning work and be in bed by 10 pm as well.

Rashida, my hard working chubby maid servant, was leading me through my own house firmly by the ear. I blushed as much from the humiliation as from the pain of her grip. I would realize later that for Rashida, this trip to her bedroom was an important part of my whole discipline scene. Here I was, her master and she my maid, and yet here was I, completely naked with no protection should anyone see us. I was submitting completely to her leading me by my ear to her bedroom so she could spank and punish me. It made her completely in charge and let me be her little wimpy slave boy. Rashida knew my heart was pounding with fear as I tried to anticipate what she would do to me. The trip to her bedroom gave me more time to think about it, which added to my agony.

Rashida led me through the hallway to the rear of the house, into the servants' quarters, and then to her room, where she opened the door. Her room was right beside Rubina's room. Thankfully, Rubina was nowhere to be seen, and her own door was shut. She must have been asleep by now. Or so I hoped.

"Next Monday," Rashida told me, as she led me into her room, "you will stand outside this door and knock. Only after I give the permission will you enter."

"Yes, Rashida." I answered. "I ..."

Rashida let go of my ear and raised her hand.

SLAP!

Her hand left a large red print on the side of my cheek.

"I am so sorry, bua." I hastily mumbled out an apology. I had taken her name by mistake. "It won't happen again."

"Good." Rashida pointed at the door. "Now shut that door unless you want the whole house to hear you scream while I give you a thrashing."

"Yes, bua."

I gently shut and locked the door.

"Good! Now come here and stand in front of me!" Rashida ordered sharply.

I obeyed her and stood directly opposite her, facing her.

"Start counting," She simply said, raising a hand.

SLAP!

I got one more across the face.

"One! Thank you, bua, I .."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Rashida slapped me thrice, giving me no time to even do the mandatory count. Her hands moved fast, slapping me right, then left, then right again. My cheeks were now bright crimson, partly due to her slaps, and partly due to my shame and humiliation at having been so mercilessly slapped by my maid.

"You did not count the slaps, baba." Rashida smirked at me. She hadn't given me the time!

"Er, bua, I .."

SLAP! SLAP!

"Did I ask you to say something, baba? Did I say you could speak while being punished, baba?"

I looked up at her. "I was doing the count ..."

SLAP!

Yet another slap landed on my cheeks. I thought it was because I did not say "bua" so I tried again.

"No, bua, but I wanted to count ..."

SLAP!

Once more she thrashed me across my cheeks. Rashida had a smile on her face.

"I am very angry at you baba. It is clear that despite our previous punishment sessions, your mind is obsessed with sex and masturbation. You have made me very angry, baba. Do you understand, baba?"

I was completely at her mercy. Rashida had never slapped me like that before. Whenever Rashida punished me with slaps, she would always slap me first, wait for me to count and thank her for the slap, and then slap me again. Now, whatever I did, I was going to get slapped. So I just looked at her.

SLAP!

"I asked you a question, baba, did I not?"

"Yes, bua, you did".

SLAP! SLAP!

"Sorry, bua, I ... "

SLAP! SLAP!

Rashida continued to slap me, again and again. Prior to her starting to punish me, no one had ever slapped me. And here I was getting slapped, again and again, by my maid. Finally, after what must have been fifteen slaps, Rashida relented. I had tears running down my cheeks as the sharp pain of her slaps pinched at me.

"Please don't slap me anymore, bua, please don't," I begged. The ferociousness with which I had been slapped had scared me. "Please bua, I'll be a good little boy from now on. I will not masturbate without asking you, bua."

"It's too late for that, baba!" Rashida responded, "You deserve a good sound thrashing on your pasa ON A REGULAR BASIS and that is exactly what you are going to get!"

"Yes, bua."

Rashida waited until I stopped sobbing and had composed myself. Then she gently cupped my chin with a hand and nudged my head so I was looking into her eyes. She had a gentle smile on her lips.

"Do my punishments hurt you, baba?"

"Yes, bua."

"Do they cause you pain, physical pain, baba?"

"Yes, bua." My cheeks were stinging now.

"Then why do you submit to them, baba? Why do you allow me to punish you, baba? After all, I am but your maid servant."

I didn't know what to say. She was right. She was my maid servant. Why did I submit to her? Why did I let her slap me, spank me, cane me?

"I ... I ... I deserve it, bua." I finally responded. "I deserve your punishments. You are not just my maid. You are my mistress, bua. I have accepted you as my mistress, and have become your slave, bua. Bua ... I ... I love you, and someone I love has the complete right to guide me and punish me when I deserve it."

I love her?! OH MY GOD! Why did I just admit that to her? I had no idea why I said that. What I knew was that I loved being punished by her.

"Good! That is the answer I wanted to hear. Baba, do you know why I punish you so much? Why I have made you my bitch?"

I looked at her. Rashida had a kindly smile on her face as her hands cupped my cheeks.

"Because, baba, I too, love you." Rashida leaned forward and gently kissed my right cheek. "And when I see someone I love doing a bad thing, I want to fix it. I want to correct you. I want to see you always on the right track."

Rashida then kissed my left cheek.

"So, baba, I will continue to punish you. You will be my little bitch for a very, long time."

"Oh, bua!" I suddenly gushed out, my emotions overcoming me. "I love you, bua! I love being your bitch. I love your punishments. I love submitting to you. I love being your slave! Please keep me as your bitch for a long time, my dear bua."

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

Smooch! Smooch!

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

The same cheeks of mine that minutes ago bore the marks of her fingers now oozed with her saliva as she gave me her wet, sloppy kisses. My penis was completely erect as Rashida stood back after giving me a final kiss. If she had felt it poking her as I hugged and kissed her, she didn't say anything.

"Do you know what those kisses were for, baba?" She asked, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

"I ... bua ... I don't ...." I was tongue tied.

"They were for showing you that despite punishing you, I still like you, and despite you being my bitch, I still care about you, and it's a reward for taking your punishment so obediently."

"Thank you, bua."

"Good, now back to business!"

Rashida snapped her fingers and I once again stood straight, attentive.

"I am going to give you a spanking, once with my hairbrush, and then with my cane, and then you are free to go for the night, until next Monday."

"Yes, bua."

I loved her. I am in love with Rashida. Such a caring, thoughtful, kindly mistress! I had forgotten how I had been slapped by her just moments ago. If those slaps led to these moments of love, she can slap me again and again!

Rashida turned to her bed and stacked the pillows on the middle. As she was bent over doing it, I could not help but glance at her butts, and could see the outline of the crack of her ass as the sari rode deep into the cleft, and her butts jiggled as she moved around. Rashida placed a towel on top of the pillows.

"Lie down on the pillows with your arms and legs spread wide," Rashida instructed me. I did so, and I feel very vulnerable in this position, because I was totally exposed. To further embarrass me, Rashida adjusted the pillows so that my penis and balls hung down between my legs. Rashida then showed me the hair brush she was going to use on my ass.

"Stay still." She ordered me.

SWAT!

"One, thank you, bua." I said.

SWAT!

"Two, thank you, bua." I said.

This continued for about fifteen swats from her hairbrush, and just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, Rashida told me, "Stand up again, Tarek, hands at your sides. You will now get a caning, bent over that chair. Twenty strokes should be enough. No need to count this time, just thank me and ask for another one."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida took the chair that was in front of the dresser and put it in the middle of her room, and asked me to "assume the position" -- i.e. bend over it.

"Grip the seat of the chair with your hands", she said, "If you move, the stroke will be repeated."

SWOOSH!

My bum was already sore, and when the first stroke fell, it was as if a sudden force had gripped me and left me in shock. I could hardly hold my position, let alone count!

"I didn't hear you, baba." Rashida complained. "Ask for another, and be sure to say thank you! Do I have to teach you all those things again?"

SWOOSH!

It hurt like crazy, but I still thanked her and begged her for another one.

SWOOSH!

Now my whole bottom felt like it was on fire, but I managed to remain in position and thanked Rashida. With each stroke, she would taunt me.

"I should get Rubina to help me spank you, baba. She would love to thrash an ass like yours."

"Thank you bua. I would love to have my ass thrashed by Rubina bua as well, bua. Please cane me again."

SWOOSH!

"How does it feel to be caned by your maid? Baba, do you like it?"

"Thank you, bua, for your punishment. Please cane me again."

SWOOSH!

"I should get my younger sister to spank you, baba. How would it feel to have a younger girl spank your bare naked bum?"

SWOOSH!

"Maybe all the maids of this mohalla (area) would love to spank you, baba. We should have a spanking party with you as the centre of attention -- our own boy toy."

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

Soon, I had only one stroke left.

"This is going to be the last, the hardest", Rashida informed me. "And after you receive it and thank me for it, I want you to stay in position"

SWOOSH!

"Ow! Ow! OUCH! Thank you, bua." I said.

I felt Rashida's hands on my naked buttocks. She was running her fingers on the marks left from the caning, and admiring her work. Then she leaned in and pressed against me, and enveloped my manhood with her hand.

"Oh, bua!" I gushed as her hands moved silkily across my penis.

"Come here, baba."

Rashida walked across the room and sat down on her bed. She snapped her fingers and beckoned me over. As I walked over, she took me by the wrist, forcing me to take a seat on her lap. I felt like a young boy sitting on his mother's lap. Except of course I was naked, and my maid was completely clothed. Moreover, as I sat down, my sore buttocks started to sting, and all I could think of was that this was my maid on whose thighs my bare bum now rested. My maid!