Indian Maid Spanks Me Ch. 07

"Now I am going to spank you, baba," Rubina told me, as she walked up to stand behind me. "This is for masturbating without permission, and you better not move off that chair till I tell you."

"Yes, choto bua." I tried to say without dropping the panty.

SWAT!

The first blow landed as I had barely positioned myself on the chair. Immediately, as I had been by now trained to do, I counted it, thanked her and asked for another one. As I spoke, I dropped the panty.

"Did I tell you to count?"

"Er... no, choto bua. I just thought..."

"You just thought..." Rubina murmured in anger. She grabbed the panty and shoved it roughly into my mouth again.

SWAT!

SWAT!

SWAT!

SWAT!

SWAT!

Each blow stung, and after a few swats, my whole behind felt like it was on fire. My feet shook wildly to the side of the rickety chair, but now I dared not speak or utter a sound lest I dropped the panty again. Tears started rolling down my cheeks as Rubina started to increase the ferocity of the punishment. I wanted to scream as loud as I could, but I dared not.

By the time she was done, I was in tears, and quite sure I wouldn't be able to sit for a couple of hours. Rubina left me alone for some time, as I remained bent over the chair, and squirmed in pain. After a few minutes, I started to get some feeling back into my red ass.

My shocks weren't over. To my utter dismay, Zarine now entered the kitchen. Zarine was the young daughter of the paanwala (vendor) who had a stall down the street. Zarine also worked as a part time maid on one of the houses in the neighbourhood. It used to be that she would call me "bhaiyya", which meant brother in Bengali. It's usually what you call someone older than you out of respect. And now, here she was, ogling me in my helplessness, with my red spanked derriere in full view.

It wasn't the first time Zarine had seen me naked of course. Rashida had made me "come out" to a few women of her choice (mostly from the domestic help) in the neighbourhood. They would occasionally have parties (when my parents were away) where they would remain fully clothed while I would be made to serve them tea and food as a slave. Rubina and Zarine, being of the same age, also shared a fascination of punishing me when the older Rashida wasn't around.

"Bhaiyya." Zarine snickered as she walked in. "I see you have been naughty again."

"Yes, apa." I replied, going red with shame. I had to call Zarine, who was younger than me, "apa", a term of respect accorded to older women. I was still lying bent over the chair, panty in my mouth.

"Bhaiyya, what did you do to deserve your punishment?"

"Apa, I was watching an adult film without permission." I still had some dignity left in me that I was blushing as I admitted my crime to Zarine. "I was going to cum, and I hadn't asked choto bua for permission."

"Baba." Rubina ordered. "Get up from that position. I think you have been humiliated enough for now. Go and make us a cup of tea each before I decide to beat your sorry butt again. And take off that leash, and the panty from your mouth."

I slowly stood up, and yelped in pain as Zarine slapped my ass a couple of times. Rubina laughed at my squirming. I removed the panty from my mouth, and tried to rub my ass cheeks only to have Rubina warn me to not touch my behind. With my bright red ass exposed to the women's view, I dutifully made tea for them. After it was done, I poured the cups and walked back over to my mistresses, placing the tea on the kitchen dining table where Zarine and Rubina were seated.

"Get on the floor and massage my feet while I enjoy the tea," Rubina instructed.

"Yes, choto bua."

After Zarine had her tea, she called me over and spread her legs wide.

"Come here bhaiyya. Lap my cunt. I feel like I need a release." She demanded.

I quickly crawled over, lifted her sari and petticoat. She wasn't wearing any underwear. Burying my face in her twat, I started to lick Zarine's clit. Zarine, who had limited sexual experience, was soon in the throes of passion as she enjoyed me tonguing her lady parts.

"Oh yes! Oh YES! OH, YES!"

Zarine quickly reached her climax, grabbing my hair and roughly shoving me deep into her. I continued to lick her furiously as she started to ooze her love juices out. When she was done, Zarine pushed me back. It was then Rubina's turn to have me eat her out.

Rubina's orgasm was even louder than Zarine's. Discovering me about to cum and watch a porn flick, she had been turned on by me licking out her asshole. Every time she pulled on my "leash" as she led me to the kitchen had made her wetter and wetter. When she spanked me with the spatula, and I meekly, demurely, shyly accepted my punishment from her, it made her even more aroused. Watching her friend Zarine cum unabashedly put Rubina so close to the edge, that my mere servitude demeanor and licking of her clit was enough to push her into a deep, primal, intense climax.

When she was finally done, Rubina looked at me. I was kneeling at her feet, my face wet with her juices, and my hair all unkempt from the pulling, and the marks of her spanking all over my ass, and my face flush red with her slaps and my efforts at the oral enslavement.

"Stand up." Rubina commanded, and I complied.

"Do you need to cum?" She asked me.

"Oh, yes, choto bua, please, may I?" I gushed out, partly in surprise at Rubina even thinking of my release. Usually she wasn't so merciful in my punishments, whereas Rashida always took care of me afterwards.

"Yes." Rubina turned to Zarine. It was clear that Rubina herself wasn't going to help me - she considered this act beneath her. "Zarine, be a dear and milk him, will you?"

"Yes, apa." Zarine's face was a picture of joy. "Bhaiyya, come here."

Zarine lowered herself, and to my surprise, positioned her lips over my now rock hard dick. Within seconds, her mouth completely engulfed my manhood and she started to bob her head up and down my shaft, her tongue now working its magic on me just as I had done to her earlier. Within minutes I couldn't control myself anymore and my knees buckled. I pushed my meat deep into her hungry mouth. I started to cum. And as Rashida used to remark, I could cum gallons of cum. Zarine was slurping my cum as if it was too precious to waste. I could see her throat working furiously as she was swallowing, yes, swallowing every drop of my semen. A little glob escaped her lips and ran down her chin. When I was done, Zarine rubbed that drop with her finger and even licked that clean. I had never felt so drained of cum.

I finished recounting that incident to Rashida as I now stood in front of her, naked, my dick and balls in her hands, and completely at her mercy. Rashida gently kneaded my testicles as she reflected on my story.

"Baba," Rashida rolled my balls in her hand. "By now, you know that I love having you as my slave."

"Yes, bua."

"I love the power I wield over you, and I love the fact you, baba, my employer's son, hang on to my every word and obey my every desire."

"Yes, bua."

"I love the fact that I can punish you, spank you, piss on you, spit on you, or slap you, and yet you remain ready to lick my feet or kiss my bum or remain in my servitude."

"Yes, bua. You are my mistress and I remain your slave."

"Yet, baba." Rashida rubbed the tip of my now rock hard cock with her forefinger. "I never do it in a 'bad' way. Even if you hate the punishment, we both know you love it. I don't force you to be my slave, but you do it of your own free will."

"Yes, bua. I willingly, whole heartedly, with full consciousness of mind, submit to you as a slave, and take you as my mistress, bua."

Rashida smiled. It was clear that my words had mollified her.

"So now remember this rule, baba. Honesty to me is #1. Never lie to me. If I asked you to do something, and you didn't, or you broke a rule, or you made a mistake, tell me. If you don't do that, baba, you are lying to me."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida suddenly stood up. Her hand was still holding me by my dick. She started to walk to her bed, and yanked me along by my cock. Reaching her bed, Rashida let go of my dick and sat down in her bed, her legs hanging over the edge. She then indicated that I should kneel down on the floor, facing her. My face was now just above her knees.

"You are going to service me sexually now, baba." She told me.

"Er, ah?" For a moment I was in shock, and then my face broke into a big smile. "Of course, bua."

Rashida gently smacked me across my face. It wasn't a slap, but more of a gentle pat on my cheeks.

"Don't cum, baba. And do only what I tell you to do."

"Yes, bua."

"Now put your hand on my breasts. And pinch the nipple."

"Er, yes, bua."

With my hands shaking, I slowly reached up and cupped her breasts. Remember, Rashida was still completely dressed. Feeling for her nipple through her blouse and the bra beneath her blouse, I pinched her areole between my thumb and fingers, and she gave out a slow moan of desire.

"Punishing you has made me all hot and bothered, baba." She told me. "Continue."

I grasped both of her breasts and began to squeeze and fondle them in earnest. Rashida giggled at first, but then started to breath heavily with every touch. She soon decided to take off her blouse, and then reached behind and unhooked her bra. I was in heaven as her huge boobs tumbled out into my bare hands. I squeezed and pinched and meshed them together as Rashida purred.

"Do my cunt." She commanded.

My hands found her thighs, as I started to roll up her sari and petticoat. She leaned back, spreading her legs as my hands inched up. My fingers found her panties, soaking wet. She was dripping already. She shook noticeably when I ran my fingers up her cunt lips and over her mound to rest where her clitoris was hidden. Pressing harder and rocking my fingers back and forth sideways, I made Rashida cry out in pleasure.

I reached up with one hand and found her breast again and her nipple was already hard. I pinched her nipple and also rubbed her clit - this really got her going, and loud. She had closed her eyes, her legs were now shaking, and I placed my head between her legs and started to lick her in earnest. My tongue attacked her vagina, lashing deeper and deeper into her. Rashida's legs started to buckle as she pulled my hair sharply, and painfully.

"Oh yes. Oh YES! OH YES!"

Rashida started to come, and how! She dripped and oozed and gushed and jerked as I lapped at her love tunnel. My face was wet as she continued to flow like a leaky faucet. Finally, I could feel her spasms subside slowly as her breathing returned to normal.

After Rashida was done, she told me to step forward and stand up.

"Baba." Rashida was now rubbing my cock with her fingers. "Lots of people claim that a mistress should never reward a slave with a blowjob. They say that it's demeaning to the mistress. But I like to think that I have the power to reward my slave as I wish."

"Yes, bua."

I paused, holding my breath in anticipation. Was Rashida really going to give me a blowjob? No one could give a blowjob like Rashida.

YES!

Rashida drew me closer to her, and then lifted my penis up. She flicked out her tongue and gently kissed my ball sac. She then ran her tongue up and down my balls, kissing each testicle in turn.

"Ooooh." I was slowly in heaven. Any woman can put your dick in her mouth to make your jerk off and call it a blowjob. A real woman knows that a blowjob starts with the balls. Rashida had one of my balls in her mouth, and gently sucked on it, before releasing it and paying homage to the other one. As she withdrew her mouth, I pushed my penis and touched her pouty lips with it. A small drop of precum emerged and nestled against her cheeks. Rashida then opened her mouth and I plunged into her. Her lips closed in, and her tongue was now wrapped around the head of my bulbous penis. She sucked and I pushed. She gently relaxed and I pulled back a bit.

I was now enjoying the most erotic and enjoyable blowjob of my life. Rashida was sucking me with great ferocity and by pushing her cheeks inward, she was making the sucking more intense so that it was most enjoyable. She kept moving her tongue around my cock and it kept giving me the spasms of sheer pleasure which I had never enjoyed before in my life.

"Aaah."

My manhood started to twitch and I jerked. It was as if a dam had burst. My cum burst out and I started to ejaculate. I began to ooze and ooze cum and Rashida kept sucking me. Finally, my discharge started to subside as my cock shuddered once or twice, emptying the last vistages of my man juice into my maid's mouth. Rashida swallowed my deposit completely before standing up.

"That was a good session."

"Er... Yes, bua."

Rashida sometimes liked to slap me a few times after giving me a blowjob, and today was no different. It was her way of making sure a blowjob did not diminish her in front of my eyes.

SLAP!

"One! Thank you, bua. Please slap me again."

SLAP!

"Two! Thank you, bua. Please slap me again."

SLAP!

"Three! Thank you, bua. Please slap me again."

SLAP!

"Four! Thank you, bua. Please slap me again."

"That's enough for now, baba. Now please put on your clothes, and go to your room. I have some work to do for this party."

"Yes, bua."

"And, oh, baba?"

"Yes, bua?"

"Go and get some rest now. Tomorrow morning, bright and early, you will go to the market for me."

"Yes, bua."

I vowed to never shirk off my orders from Rashida again.