Indian Maid Spanks Me Ch. 03

Chapter 3 -- My Third Punishment From The Indian Maid

My Indian maid sets up regular spankings, and the other maid joins in -- Tarek.

Everyone remembers a particular summer of their lives which was memorable over other summers for various reasons. I will always remember the summer when I turned 18, and started my final year of high school. It was the summer I became the slave and plaything of our two maids.

We were a rich Urdu-speaking family in Kolkata. My father was a successful businessman and my mother was on the board of many organizations. We lived in a huge mansion, and had two Bengali maid servants. A gardener and a driver were also on the staff, but they didn't live with us.

Rashida was our older maid. She had worked with us for many years, from way before I was born. If you could picture a matronly Indian lady, that would be her. At forty, she was one chubby lady, but she filled out at the right places. Slightly plump, with fat cheeks that begged to be squeezed and kissed, she had pouty thick lips and her breasts always seemed to struggle against a blouse that was one size too small. She wore her sari in such a way that her waist and navel were always exposed. As common with ladies her age, her hair was usually tied up in a bun at the top of her head, but sometimes she kept it loose and flowing.

Long before Rashida had started to spank 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.

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 as needed, and generally being a useful little thing around the house. Where Rashida was huge, Rubina was diminutive and of smaller stature. Her boobs were small and her only redeeming feature was her big butts.

It was 11 pm, one hot Friday summer night, and truth be told, I was just about to hit the net for some porn. Suddenly, Rashida 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.

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.

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

"Nothing, bua," I replied timidly, using the respectful term 'bua' to address her. Rashida had forbidden me from ever calling her by her name, which I used to do previously.

My cock twitched at the thought of what happened the last time I had been masturbating in this room, and Rashida had walked in.

It had been over a month ago, and Rashida had caught me with my pants on the floor, and my dick in my hand. Not to mention, I was calling out her name while jerking off. My deepest fear was that Rashida, who had seen me from when I was a kid, would tell my parents. I would do anything to keep this away from them. Rashida knew she had me at her mercy. With my parents away, and our other maid Rubina out of the house, Rashida told me I had to obey her every command. Rashida subjugated me, and the fact that she was the maid and I the young master, the son of her employer, did not stop her from forcing me to submit to her punishment. She started by twisting me ears and then got into slapping me.

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. Rashida loved to slap me. And after every slap, I had to count and thank her, and ask for one more. This humiliation was repeated when she stripped me naked and spanked me. I had to count each spank, thank her, and ask her for one more.

"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. The last time I was over Rashida's knees, getting a spanking, she had ordered me never to wear underwear at home again.

"Why?"

I blushed deep red as I answered, "The last time you were punishing me, bua, you ordered me never to wear underpants at home."

"And why did I do that, baba?"

"So you can just pull down my pants and spank me 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."

"Yes, bua."

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

She crooked a finger and beckoned me over. Like a well-trained pet, I walked over until I was standing just in front of her. Rashida reached for my belt. 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 my belt off, Rashida pulled down the zipper. Never looking up, she then grabbed the sides of my pants and gave a sharp jerk. Ignoring the small bump that was my rising erection, Rashida continued to lower my pants. Once they were past my dick, which sprang out, Rashida let go as my pants 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."

"Yes, bua." I admitted, my face red with embarrassment.

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

"Four days ago, bua." I answered.

It had been in the afternoon. Walking into the kitchen, I noticed some pastries on the table there, covered in a transparent wrap. They were for some guests later in the evening.

"Oh, no one will miss one." I thought, as I started to take off the cover. That was when Rashida had walked in.

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

"Yes, bua." I answered fearfully.

"Why do you always fail to listen to instructions? Stand with your face against the wall!" Rashida commanded.

"Bua ... I ..." I hesitated. It was in the afternoon, and Rubina was around the house somewhere, in addition to my mother.

"Baba, that will cost you extra." 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 braced myself, face against the wall, my hands flat on it, propping up my body, with my back to Rashida. She had walked over to stand behind me, her hands reaching around me and unbuckling my belt. As she worked my zipper, my jeans fell on the floor, giving anyone who walked in at that moment a sight to see. I, standing against the wall, butt naked, and our maid Rashida in position, with a spatula in her hand.

WHAP!

"Ow! One! Thank you, bua, for the spank. 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.

WHAP!

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

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

The blows came hard and fast. Rashida was an expert spanker, and the spatula found its mark repeatedly, alternating between each ass cheek. 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." She informed me. "Now I will give you a hand spanking."

Pulling out a stool, 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 anyone could walk in any time.

I was now butt naked and lying across 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."

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."

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

Rashida spanked my thoroughly as I squirmed and thrashed about on her lap. As always, I had mixed feelings as I felt the sting of her blows, and yet also felt excited as my exposed erect penis dangled between her legs. As my spanking continued, I felt quite helpless with her firm grip on my body, and yet strangely sexually aroused.

"Yes, it was four days ago, that I had spanked you last." Rashida's booming voice brought me back to the present. And the present was that I was once again butt naked, standing in front of her, while she was fully clothed, seated on my bed and had my balls in her hand.

Rashida let go of my balls and snapped her fingers.

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

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

Promptly I 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.

"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, and used her cell to exchange text messages with someone. 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. 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 watch some porn online."

How did she know?

"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 in the buff."

"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 by his headmistress.

"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."

"You will report to my room, two nights a week." Rashida let go of my 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!

The mark of her five fingers spread across my cheek.

"Yes, WHAT, baba?"

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

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 this 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.

I almost blurted out, "But, bua, I am completely naked! What if Rubina is still up and around?" However, I kept quiet as Rashida pulled me by the ear out into the corridor. I knew that once Rashida decided to punish me, she would punish me. So if Rubina, or my mom, happened to witness it -- that was that.

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. And here I was, completely nude, led by my ear by our maid to her room to be spanked at her will and leisure.

My cock tingled as I thought about the last time Rubina had nearly discovered me being punished. That was the second time Rashida had punished me.

Rashida had caught me trying to catch of peek of Rubina in the shower. Rubina had been taking a bath in the servants' washroom, and the door had a large crack in it. I thought Rashida was taking her afternoon siesta. Instead, she had found me trying to peep into the servants' bathroom.

Grabbing my ear, she had led me to her room, where I was slapped, made to kiss her feet, stripped nude, and then put over her knees and spanked. That had been a hand spanking. Then Rashida had once again put me over her knees and this time, she spanked me with a hairbrush.

And that wasn't the end of it. My parents were away, and soon Rubina had to leave, so Rashida had the house to herself. Later that evening, she came to my room, where she once again stripped me, put me on a leash, and I was made to follow her on all fours like a dog. That was when she moved on from being the maid who spanked me to a mistress who dominated me, and I graduated from being merely a boy she punished to becoming Rashida's full time play thing, a slave boy, a boy toy -- someone who would do anything to please his mistress. Instead of a mera "baba", I became her "bitch". Rashida had led me to the washroom where I was used in every way to pleasure her. In my humiliation, I had to admit I too had found myself strangely aroused. Rashida knew I loved being dominated by a big and powerful woman, and she used it to her full advantage.

Once she had brought me back to my room, I had to "assume the position" -- near my study desk, bent over the chair, and holding on to the seat of the chair. My bare butt protruding out, my legs spread apart, as Rashida swished her cane again and again, leaving very painful marks across my bum.

And in the middle of my caning, there had been a knock on the door! It was Rubina, who had returned, and who wanted to wish me and Rashida a good night! She didn't enter the room (the door was shut) but could she have heard through the closed door the sounds of the cane swishing through the air and hitting my butt, and the muffled noises of my cries as Rashida caned me? Perhaps Rubina already knew, I thought. Strangely, this humiliation made me further aroused.

Rashida by now was leading me through the 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 punishment.

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. I realized that her room was right beside Rubina's room. Thankfully, Rubina was nowhere to be seen, and her own door was shut. She must be asleep by now.

"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.."

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 let go of my ear and 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. Turning around, I found that Rashida was now seated at 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 seating on his mother's lap. Except of course I was naked and this was my maid on whose thighs my bare bum now rested. My cock was strangely aroused.

"My, my, my... my little master has a boner," Rashida crooned, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. She caressed my aching hardon, leaving me gasping for breath. I badly wanted to cum, but I knew if I did, Rashida would show no mercy in her canings. The steel returned to her voice.

"The first time I punished you, baba," She told me, "you were masturbating to my name in your room. The second time I spanked you, baba, you were trying to peep when Rubina was taking a shower. Clearly, your hormonal urges are out of control and you think of us maids as sexual objects of your fantasy. That must be corrected. Are you ashamed of yourself?"

"Yes."

"Again, yes WHAT, baba?"

"Yes, bua."

"Good boy. Now baba, I am going to ask you some questions. The questions may make you feel embarrassed, but here you are, naked, on your maid's lap, with your balls in my hand, so I don't think it can get more embarrassing for you than this, can it?" Rashida laughed.

"No, bua, I mean, yes, bua .. this is ..."

"I did not ask you for a response, baba." Rashida admonished me, continuing to play with my balls. "That was a rhetorical question." She then continued, "I want you to answer some questions for me, and I expect complete honesty when you answer. If I feel you are lying, I will give you a spanking you won't forget, do you understand?"