Indian Maid Spanks Me Ch. 01

My Indian maid catches me masturbating, and spanks me as a punishment -- Tarek.

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Rashida had been our family maid even before my birth. She twenty four when I was born, and from pictures that I saw later, the young maid Rashida was a comely lass. She was a chubby woman, but the weight had been in the proper places. So she had seen me as a baby, as a toddler and a child growing up. However, our story really started when I was eighteen, and she was forty-two -- one of those middle aged women who were the object of every teenage boy's wettest dreams.

I had just hit puberty some time ago, a late bloomer, and suddenly I became aware of a whole new world. Girls were suddenly not just with cooties, but with boobies and booties. Your whole world was suddenly filled with new images of big breasts and exposed navels and the sari riding into the butt crack. Every woman around me suddenly radiated a charm and a magnetic pull towards her chest that I was constantly in a state of arousal. In India, internet wasn't as developed as it is today, so every afternoon, I would come home from school, lock my door and jack off to the thoughts of Madhuri Dixit or my English teacher Mrs. Geeta Patel and her hot melons.

Lately, I started to notice Rashida as well. We also kept a young maid called Rubina who would come in once in a while. Rubina was just a young scrawny thing; her only redeeming feature was her big butts. Otherwise she had no figure to speak of, and her breasts were tiny apples. Rashida on the other hand -- she was bigger, and filled out quite nicely. Being older, she was also more carefree with her appearance, with more skin exposed -- back, navels -- and she had big breasts that were always bouncing about in her blouse as she mopped the floor or dusted the furniture. Rashida's blouse was always a size small for her boobs, and her cleavage was always visible, even more when it was just I who was around.

One afternoon there was no one home except the two maids --Rubina and Rashida. Rashida opened the front door; I grunted a greeting and went to my room. Carefully shutting the door I stripped off my clothes so I was completely nude, ready to begin masturbating.

Mrs. Patel had been extra sexy that day. She had worn a dress shirt and a tight skirt that clung to her small ass and rose to her knees, and the windows of the classroom had been open. An occasional gust of wind through the room would suddenly blow her skirt up, and we could even see the outline of her white panties. Of course she would just laugh and flatten her skirt down again, not knowing what affect it was having on us. There was a scrum before English class -- even the normally backbenchers would fight to sit at the front row.

So there I was at my desk, seated on my cushy leather chair, with my rod in my hand. I rubbed and stroked my cock, thinking of Mrs. Patel and Rashida. In my fantasies, Rashida was cleaning the school room and finds Mrs. Patel alone in a classroom and they start making out. I could see Rashida kiss Mrs. Patel, remove her skirt and spank her ass. I stroked my cock harder and harder, and started to mumble, "Oh, Rashida! Oh, Mrs. Patel! Oh, Rashida!"

Suddenly, the door flew open.

It was Rashida, and she had a broom in her hand. She had meant to clean the room, and had knocked. Unfortunately that day, I had forgotten to lock and bolt the door, and Rashida's knock had sent it open. She walked in, and stood transfixed at the sight in front of her. Here I was, eyes shut, repeatedly rubbing my weenie, and murmering "Mrs. Patel! Rashida!" when she had walked in! And there she was -- dressed in a green sari, tucked over to one side as she had been working hard. Her big stomach and belly button completely exposed, as was my Rashida's style. Her bosom was heaving, and I could see a little sweat on the blouse material around her arm pits due to her maid work. Now she stood starting at my exposed nakedness, and a sly smile creeping to her lips.

Oh I was scared. My dick immediately flopped. Would she tell my parents?

"Oh, bua, please, I am sorry." I immediately started to apologize to her, using the respectful term bua. I usually called the maids by their names, but here I was, calling them bua. I did not think then what I thought later -- why was I apologizing to her? She had barged into my room.

"I am so sorry, bua." I cried. "Please it won't happen again. Please don't tell my parents."

"Well, baba," Rashida replied, "this is highly unusual, you know." She always called me 'baba'.

"Please, please, I am so sorry. You see, I don't know what came over me. Please, I will never do this again." I was close to blubbering.

Rashida smiled. I noticed she made no move to leave the door, as a normal maid would have had she interrupted her master's private moments. Instead, she towered over me, completely dominating the situation. I also realized the door was still open, and Rubina could walk in any time as well.

"This is not something good you are doing," Rashida stated. "I will have to think about this. Wait here."

She turned to leave the room, and then turned back to command me in a very cold voice. "I don't want to see you MOVE from that chair, OK? Otherwise it won't be good for you."

She left. To my surprise, I realized my penis was throbbing, slowly rising again. Her commanding voice and domineering nature was turning me on! I decided to disobey her and crept to the door, trying to hear what was happening.

Rashida went to the kitchen, where Rubina was cutting some vegetables. I heard the two maids talking. Taking my chance, I decided to clothe myself. Whatever the situation, it wouldn't do good to remain undressed. I had just put on my underwear when I heard the front door slam -- and I froze. What happened? Did my parents come back?

"Didn't I tell you NOT TO MOVE?" It was Rashida, and she was back at my door. There was anger in her eyes and steel to her voice.

"Oh, bua! I..." I started to mumble something, and then dropped my trousers, so I was now only in an underwear. "I thought ..."

"I just sent Rubina to the market, to fetch something." Rashida announced. So the door I had heard shutting was Rubina leaving for the market.

"So Rubina won't be back for at least an hour. And then I return to find you ...." Rashida stopped speaking in mid-sentence and looked at me. Again, a slow smile crept to her pouty lips. And then, to my surprise, she turned around as if to exit the room, her back now to me.

"I think," Rashida announced, as she was leaving my room, "I better tell your parents and let them deal with this."

Oh no, no! In a trice I was on my knees, throwing my arms around her legs.

"No, no bua! Please don't! Please don't tell my parents!" I blubbered. "I will do anything, ANY thing! I am so sorry, bua."

"Idiot!" Rashida had turned around and once again there was fury in her chubby face. "I almost fell!"

"So sorry, bua!" I continued to apologize, kneeling on the floor and looking up at her gigantic melons. "Please, I will do anything for you."

"Hmm." Rashida slowly bent over so her breasts were now inches away from my face. I noticed she did not tell me to get up -- she liked me on the floor, on my knees, begging for mercy.

"Baba!" She said. "I told you not to move from the chair, yet you got up and so you disobeyed me. What happens to boys who disobey their elders?"

Gulp! I swallowed. "Er, bua, they get punished?"

"Exactly!" Rashida beamed. "And before that, I caught you masturbating. What happens to boys with little dicks who get caught masturbating by their maids?"

"Um, they get punished?" I looked at her eyes, hoping for an answer.

"Correct again! Now," Rashida smiled now, "Would you rather let your parents know about this and punish you, or would you rather not let them know, but get punished by me, your maid servant?"

"Oh, of course, you, bua, you!" I was so relieved that Rashida was not going to report me to my parents that the words came out of my mouth like a torrent. "Please punish me. Please slap me, please beat me, please whip me! Do anything! I would rather be punished by you! It would be a dream.." I shut up, biting what I was about to say. I always had a fascination with big and powerful women.

"Well, my boy," Suddenly Rashida reached out and grabbed my right ear. She twisted it hard, so hard that I cried out 'Ow', and pulled me to my feet by the ear. "I am going to punish you, as I see fit, when I see fit. I will punish you whenever I want, however I want. Is that ok with you, baba?"

"Yes, bua, yes. Please punish me as you like bua, I am all yours to be punished. You do what you want to me. Oh, ow! My ear!" I caught her hand as continued to twist my ear. "Bua, it hurts."

"Oh, it will hurt, baba." Rashida said grimly. "Don't touch my hands, that will cost you extra." She gave my ear another pull. I dropped my hands to my side, wondering what I had gotten myself into. I was also extremely turned on by the thought of this big, chubby, beautiful maid with big breasts dominating me. My phallus started to rise again and poked its head through the slit in my underwear. Rashida saw it.

"Baba, we will have to do something about your soldier."

She raised another hand. Now both of my ears were being twisted. I was now dark red, face flushed with shame. Rashida then stopped twisting my ears.

"Baba, now tell me why I will punish you first. Start with you disobeying me."

"Bua, you told me to remain naked in my chair while you went out of the room." I answered her, my ears stinging. "I disobeyed you. I am very sorry bua, and I deserve whatever punishment you give me."

"Ten slaps." Rashida announced. "And listen carefully baba, after each slap, you will count it, thank me, apologize for your mistake and ask for another slap. And if you miss..." Rashida made a slapping motion with her hand, "another extra slap! You don't want extra slaps, do you baba?"

"Yes, bua. I mean, no, bua. I mean, whatever you wish, bua. I am yours to be punished."

"Good, baba. Now, show your cheek."

Grimacing, I stood as Rashida raised a hand and slowly rubbed it against my cheek. She took her time, building my anticipation and fear. She then raised her hand. I waited, reading myself for a painful smack to my cheek.

Slap!

It was sudden and quick. Even though I was waiting for it, Rashida moved fast. She slapped me hard -- a loud smack that left a large red mark on my embarrassed face.

"One," I remembered to count. "Thank you for slapping me, bua. I am very sorry I disobeyed you, I deserve to be slapped. Please slap me again."

"Of course, baba."

Slap!

"Two. Thank you, bua. I deserve this for not listening to you. Please slap me again."

Slap! Slap! Slap!

And so it continued. Ten slaps, each of which made me blush deeply. 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 here she was slapping my face, punishing me for masturbating. I wonder what anyone would say if they could see Rashida and me then.

"Ten. Thank you, bua. I deserve your punishment. Please slap me again."

"Ten is quite enough, baba." Rashida stopped, looking at me. I was bravely trying to hold back my tears or even squirm, even though my cheeks were burning with pain and shame. I had now been slapped by a maid, and I had even thanked her for it!

Rashida walked and sat down on my bed. She beckoned at me to come closer to her. My wiener was now hard, and Rashida could see the bulge in my underwear.

"Tell me," Rashida commanded, "What were you masturbating to?"

"I ... I ..." I stammered. Rashida threateningly raised a hand, and I replied quickly.

"I was thinking about Mrs. Patel, my English teacher." I told Rashida about Mrs. Patel's short skirt and wind blowing it up.

"I heard my name too." Rashida reminded me.

Shamed-facedly, I told Rashida the truth. "I was thinking of you and Mrs. Patel. You were kissing her, slapping her ass, playing..."

"Well," Rashida smiled. "I don't know if I will be slapping her ass, but certainly your ass is going to get some action. Go, get me that ruler."

She pointed to a ruler I had on my desk. Silently I picked it up and handed it to Rashida. She grabbed me and pulled me on to her lap. I felt her nails on the waistband of my underwear, which she pulled down to my knees. Now my ass was completely naked and totally exposed to be paddled. My penis was buried between her legs as I lay over her knees, awaiting my punishment. Rashida placed a hand on my butt, slowly patting it.

"Baba, you do know it's wrong for you to think of me that way. I have seen you since you were a kid."

"Yes, bua." I answered in what I thought was an apologetic voice. "I am ashamed of myself. Please forgive me."

"Baba, I will start with thirty canings from this ruler." Rashida told me, completely ignoring my abject apology. "Please count them out loud."

I next felt her hand stroking my upturned bottom, then SWAT! It surprised me and all I said was "Ouch."

"Baba, you forgot to count that caning, so I will repeat it after you apologize. Do you understand?"

"I am so sorry, Rashida." I replied.

SWAT! SWAT!

I felt two hard quick swats as Rashida said, "From now on, you will ALWAYS address me as bua, and NEVER call my by name. Those two canings will also not count."

"Yes, bua, I am so sorry, bua, I do understand." I started to babble. "Do I need to apologize after each caning, and ask for another one as well, bua? Please do forgive my errors, bua."

Rashida patted my bum appreciatively. "You are learning fast, baba."

"Yes, bua." I replied. I was completely at her mercy, ready to do as she asked of me.

"That's a lot better. Here we go again, baba, with thirty strokes."

SWAT!

"One. I am sorry bua, I was masturbating, thinking about you. Please punish me again."

SWAT!

"Two. I am so ashamed, bua, I am so sorry. Please punish me again."

Then my paddling began in earnest. Rashida alternated between each ass cheek, and I had to count all of the canings out loud. My bottom started to sting after ten strokes. I was now crying and squirming, all thoughts of bravery lost. I missed a count and she swatted again.

At the end of my paddling she said, "Stand up, and walk over to the corner with your hands on top of your head." I did as she said, my underwear falling to the floor as I made over to the corner. I stood there in the "dunce" position, my hands over my head, completely humiliated.

After ten minutes of standing still, I could feel her hands on my red bum, admiring her spanking. Then she turned me around so my erect cock was now facing her.

"Let's do something about this." She said, and opened my desk drawer where I had hidden a box of condoms that I used when masturbating. How Rashida knew about this I did not know. Rashida pulled out a condom and placed it on me. She wrapped her hands around my balls and started to stroke them. After a few caresses I couldn't take it anymore and shot my cum into the condom.

That was the first of many punishments I was to receive at the hands of Rashida bua. When I did not of course report about my humiliation at her hands to my parents, Rashida knew she had a hold over me. She now owned me. But of course each session is another story by itself.