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.
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.”
“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.
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.”
“One. I am sorry bua, I was masturbating, thinking about you. Please punish me again.”
“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.
My Indian maid catches me peeping in the shower, and punishes me — Tarek.
I was sitting on my bed nursing a rather sore and a very stinging bottom. Having just glanced at the mirror, my buttocks were still bright red, even though Rashida had spanked me over two hours ago with her hair brush.
Like many of my disciplining, my maid Rashida determined the nature of the punishment, the length and method, and most of the times I would find out the reason only during my spanking. This one started off like that. Rashida led me by my ear, twisting it all the way, to her room.
“Baba!” She ordered me, once the door was shut. “Pull down your trousers.”
“Now?” I asked her in alarm. “Rubina is still in the house, bua, and she could pop into this room any minute!”
Rubina was our other maid.
“Tsk, tsk.” Rashida shook her head in disappointment. “Baba! Why do you do this? When I say something, I expect to be obeyed AT ONCE!”
My right cheek turned a bright red as I realized our maid of many years has once again slapped me, her so-called master (only by name). In reality, it was she who was the mistress and I her servant.
“Haven’t I taught you to say something whenever you get slapped, baba?”
“Oh, yes, bua, of course. I am so sorry bua, for disobeying you. Please slap me again.”
“With pleasure, baba. Show me your cheek.”
“Thank you, bua, for slapping me. I deserve it. Please slap me again.”
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Finally, Rashida sat down on her bed, facing me, and then yelled, “Baba! Crawl your ass over here and kiss my foot! NOW!”
Still dressed, I immediately got down on my hands and knees and started to crawl over to where she was sitting. Rashida put out a foot, awaiting my arrival. When I got there, I immediately dropped my face down to her feet. Rashida arched her head back so she could feel my mouth planting kisses on the top of her toes. She sat back, enjoying her total control over me as I slobbered over her feet.
“Enough!” She snapped her fingers. “Get your fat ass over my lap now.”
“Yes, bua!” I answered meekly.
Rashida watched me slowly get up, my cheeks still red from her slaps. She grabbed my arm and helped push me down on her lap, over her knees. Roughly, she grasped my ass cheeks, positioning me till I was centered. She then clutched the waistband of my pants and pulled it down. My underwear soon followed, dropping to my ankles. My bare butt was now high up in the air. Enjoying the sight of my white bum on her lap at her mercy, Rashida clicked her tongue.
“From now on,” Rashida commanded me, “I don’t want you to wear underpants around the house, ever! Whenever I want, I should just be able to pull down your pants down and spank you.”
“Yes, bua.” I acquiesced timidly. “From today I will not wear underwear.”
Rashida squeezed my ass cheeks and then asked, “And why will you not wear underwear, baba?”
Bless Rashida! Not only was she going to punish me as she willed, she was driving home the point and further humiliating me by making me explicitly admit that fact.
“So that, bua, I can be easily spanked by you whenever you wish to do so.”
Rashida slowly rubbed her hands across my bare bottom, as if deciding on the nature of the punishment. As her fingers glided across my butt, each touch of her skin on mine produced a thousand watts of current through my body.
“Twenty should be enough for now, baba.” Rashida informed me. “You better count and thank me for each one, if you don’t want to be disciplined even more.”
Rashida brought her hand down hard on my right butt cheek as I gasped.
“One! Thank you, bua. I am guilty and deserve to be punished. Please spank me again.”
“Indeed I will, baba.” Rashida agreed. “Can you see yourself now, baba, a teenager boy from a distinguished family, lying over the knees of a lowly maid, and getting spanked?”
“Two! Thank you, bua. It is an honour for me to be punished by a woman like you. Please spank me again.”
“Does it turn you on, baba, getting punished and humiliated like this? What if your teachers could see you now?”
“Ouch! Three! Thank you, bua, for spanking me. Yes, bua, I am truly ashamed. Please spank me again.”
“I should take you to my village,” Rashida told me, “and get my mother and sister to spank you as well. They would love to punish an ass like you.”
Not only was Rashida giving me a beating, I had to humbly digest her insults as well.
“Ow! Ouch! Four! Thank you, bua, for spanking me. I would love to be spanked by your mother and sister. Please spank me again.”
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Rashida continued to alternately hit each ass check, again and again. Sometimes I forgot to count or thank her as my voice was strained in pain and she gave me five more for each time I forgot. Ten minutes later, I was in tears, begging her to stop and thanking her for each spank at the same time.
Rashida helped me get off her lap, enjoying the red marks she had placed across my butt. My pants were now on the floor, and I was dressed just in my T-shirt. I continued to stare at the floor in embarrassment.
“Baba, take off your t-shirt! I want you completely nude.”
This time, without hesitation, I took off my t-shirt, slipping it over my shoulders. I was now completely in the buff, my dick exposed, standing stark naked in front of my maid Rashida, my hands gingerly rubbing my sore behind.
“Get me my hairbrush!” Rashida ordered me. I turned over to a small desk where Rashida kept a few of her grooming kit and picked out the hair brush. It was a big thick brush, with a long flat edge, and an equally firm and long handle. I gave it to Rashida, who curled one finger and beckoned me over.
“Come around to my right side, baba, and put yourself across my knees,” She said sternly. I felt myself being pulled across her lap by my arm. My hands held me up off the floor and my butt was sticking up in the air in the perfect position for her to spank. I felt so ashamed. Here I was, master of the house, but lying across the lap of my maid, naked, ready to be spanked with her hairbrush, while at any time the other maid could pop in and catch me in this embarrassing situation.
“I am going to spank you with my hairbrush.” Rashida announced. “That will teach you to be a peeping tom.” So this was to be my punishment for trying to catch a peek of Rubina while she was taking a shower.
“Er… bua, how many spanks?” I asked foolishly.
“Ow!” I screamed.
“Baba!” Rashida gently caressed my left butt cheek that was now stinging from her blow. “I will spank you until I feel it’s enough.”
The spanking resumed, hard and fast. Each smack caused me to throw back my head and shout a begging protest. At first I was aware that Rubina could hear me, so I tried to be quiet, but by the tenth smack I was bawling my eyes out. I could not even let my thoughts wander as my mind was constantly brought back to the task at hand by the swift series of spanks I received, alternating between one cheek and the other.
“I’m sorry bua, I’m sorry. Oh bua, please stop now. Arghhh!!”
Tears streamed heavily down my face. The intensity of the spanking increased until I felt like my entire butt was on fire. But suddenly and without warning Rashida stopped. I adjusted my position slightly and reached up to rub myself with my right hand.
Rashida pushed my arm down. “No, baba! Stay in position. I want you to contemplate the burning sting a while longer.”
More than a minute passed until I was finally told that I should stand up. “Do not place your hands on your behind baba. Put them back on your head and hold your ears.” I stood erect in that position. My face was now flush with shame.
“Your ass has turned a nice even red colour.” Rashida informed me. “I can see the marks of my strokes.”
Rashida finally had mercy on me after ten minutes. “OK, now put on your clothes and go to your room. And stay there! Think about what you did until I decide what to do next.”
The punishment was not over!
I ran to my room. That was over two hours ago, and my ass was still on fire. I tried to think of how I had gotten myself into this situation.
It all started when Rashida, our maid, had caught me masturbating in my room. Now I was a normal eighteen year old boy, just finishing high school, with normal desires, and in India that meant coming home from school and masturbating to the thought of my sexy English teacher — and my maid. It was my bad luck that my door had been unlocked, and that day Rashida had entered without knocking.
It was a situation tailor made for Rashida. Here was I, the young master of the house, my pants on the floor, with a dick in my hand, jacking off loudly — while calling out her name. And there was our maid, the one who now had me at her mercy. If she told my parents, I would be in deep trouble. I had no choice but to submit to her punishment.
Rashida had sent off our other maid, Rubina, on an errand so she could have me completely to herself. She stripped me nude, and then twisted my ears. If you are an Indian kid, you know how humiliating it is to have your ears twisted by an older, matronly lady. I was then forbidden from calling her by name, as I usually did, instead being commanded to refer to her using the respectful term “bua“.
Following that, Rashida had slapped me continuously while ordering me to thank her for each slap, thus further adding to my shame. Then she had put me over her knees, across her lap and spanked me, again and again, with a ruler. I had to count and thank her for each spank. That had been over three weeks ago.
After my parents had returned, I tried to forget my humiliating punishment session. It was just a one-time thing, I told myself. I was horny, and my maid took advantage of me. It won’t happen again. So the next day, while we were sitting down to lunch, I deliberately called her by her name, which she had warned me not to do while she had been spanking me.
“Rashida! Can I get some water?” I asked, raising my glass.
“Yes, of course, baba!” She ran to fill my glass, just like a good Indian maid would.
And so it began. For the next three weeks, Rashida behaved just like a normal maid, even when my parents were away. She would make the bed, dust and clean the rooms, prepare the food and do the menial tasks a maid should. I had almost forgotten that the same plump, buxom maid who was sweeping my floor had taken me across her lap and had given me a sound thrashing.
In the afternoons, I would be returning home from school. My father would still be at the shop (he was a businessman) while my mother would be in the office. It was just Rashida, me and our other maid Rubina in the house.
Rubina was just a young skinny girl; twenty or twenty four years of age (no one knew exactly!); her only redeeming feature was her big butts. Otherwise she had no figure to speak of, and I thought her breasts were tiny apples. Rashida, however, was chubby, and filled out quite nicely. Being older, she was also more carefree with her appearance, thus her navel and waist were always exposed with her thin sari, and she had big breasts that were always bouncing about in her blouse as she mopped the floor or dusted the furniture. Wearing blouses that were one size smaller for her boobs, her cleavage was always visible. Rubina, on the other hand, was always careful to drape her pallu around her.
Every afternoon, Rashida would retire to the servants’ room for a short nap, while Rubina would take the time to take a bath. One day, while tiptoeing over to the servant’s quarters for an errand, I noticed that the bathroom door had a large crack on it.
I could hear Rubina inside. Placing myself carefully against the door, I peered in. Given that it was the servant’s bathroom, there wasn’t any shower to speak of — it was an enclosed bath area. Rubina had filled a bucket, and she now dipped a mug, and then poured the water over herself.
Oh, I never realized how sensuous a woman looked when wet! Rubina may be scrawny, but she was a nubile young woman. Her eyes were shut, and the water gently trickled across her face, over her tiny breasts, disappearing down her waist. I could see she didn’t shave, and her pubic area was all lathered up. I unzipped my shorts and slowly started to rub my dick with my hand.
Rubina opened her eyes and softly placed one hand between her legs. Leisurely, she started to move her hands to and fro.
“Mmmmm….” She started to hum. I kept stroking my cock harder and harder.
I hadn’t even seen Rashida standing behind me. Suddenly, I felt the most violent tug on my ear.
“What is this?” She hissed angrily, twisting my ear with all her might. “A peeping tom!”
“Bua! I …” I managed to croak, my dick going limp. “I …”
“Let’s go to my room!” Rashida let go of my ear, slapped my right cheek, and then grabbed hold of my ear again.
That was over two and half hours ago. Since my initial punishment, when Rashida had slapped my cheeks, made me kiss her feet, spanked me bareback, over her knees, bare handed, and then spanked me again with her hairbrush, I had been waiting in my room, wondering what was going on. Suddenly, the door to my room opened. Once again, she did not bother to knock.
She walked to the centre of the room and clapped her hands. Immediately I was on my knees, kissing her feet as she had instructed me. I touched my lips to each of her toes as she stood, bemused. She then clapped her hands again, and I crept back and stood up, eyes cast down towards the floor respectfully.
“Your mother has just called.” Rashida announced. “She and your father are going to some dinner event, and won’t be back until very late. Also, Rubina has just stepped out to visit her uncle’s. She will be back tomorrow morning.”
I understood. It was just Rashida and me, in the house, for hours. And that made me her domicile slave, at her beck and call, for her to do as she wished with me.
Looking at me straight in the eye, Rashida stated, “Well, I understand you have been a very naughty little boy again.”
“Yes, bua.” I humbly admitted.
“And you know what I liked to do to naughty little boys, baba?”
“You punish them, bua.”
“And how will I punish you, baba?”
“As you wish, bua. Whatever method you choose, I deserve it. Usually you give me a spanking.”
“Of course, baba. Now let’s start with those pesky clothes, shall we?”
Rashida wasted no time and began to undress me, as I stood there helplessly. She ordered me to take off my shirt first, then my pants, and then my undershirt was thrown across the room. Standing there in just my underpants, I felt totally dominated and humiliated, but little did I know it was about to get a lot worse.
Rashida walked over to me and grabbed the waist band of my underwear. Slowly she moved down to lower them. She knew how much her spanking would hurt, especially on my bare ass, and so as she leisurely lowered my underpants, it underlined her dominance over me, and I knew that the spanking to come would be severe. I stood there helplessly as my underwear came all the way down and finally off. I was now in front of my maid, completely naked and ready to be spanked.
“You’ve been a very naughty little boy,” Rashida scolded me. “The only way to teach you a lesson is to give you a good, long, hard spanking on your bare behind. Believe me, baba, you’re going to really get it good tonight. But that’s not the only thing I will be doing to you tonight.”
I gasped. I had mentally prepared myself for a good spanking, but what else did Rashida have in mind?
“When I first walked in on you,” Rashida stated, “you were calling out my name, picturing me in your dirty mind while masturbating. Today, you tried to catch a peek of Rubina in the shower, in the nude. Clearly, you treat us maids as some lowly objects who are the subject of your sexual fantasies. So I have decided you have to be taught to respect us maids.”
Rashida then picked my trousers and slowly removed the belt. My eyes widened as she swung it in the air a couple of times. Surely, she was not going to belt me? Seeing my face, Rashida laughed.
“Don’t worry. There’s a time for this, baba, but not now.”
Rashida made a loop on the belt, so it was more like a noose. She walked over to me and placed the noose over my head, around my neck. I felt like a dog that was just placed on a leash. Rashida drew the noose tight around my neck and gave a sharp tug to bring me to her side.
“I am putting you on a leash, baba.” She informed me. “Do you know what animals get put on a leash, baba?”
“Er, dogs, bua?”
“Exactly! You are now my bitch, baba. Now, get down on all fours and lick my feet like the good little dog you are.”
Obediently, I was on the floor on my hands and knees, licking Rashida’s feet like a good puppy.
“Excellent! Now I shall lead you, baba, and you will follow me at my heels like a good little bitch. Make sure to crawl on all fours, and keep your naked bum in the air!”
With that she led me, helpless, stripped, humbled and ashamed, from the bedroom. I was led away naked, on all fours, at the end of a belt around my neck like a dog being taken for a walk by his mistress. Rashida led me into the middle of the master bedroom, and left me kneeling there. She left the noose of her makeshift leash around my neck, while she went into my parents’ washroom. The loose end of the belt bumping against my chest and dragging on the floor as I moved reminded me of the way one would train a puppy. I realized that was exactly how Rashida was treating me — as her puppy, her bitch. I had gone from ‘baba‘ to ‘bitch’ in hours.
“Come!” She pulled the belt, and we entered the giant bathroom. This was the best washroom in the whole house. Luxuriously detailed with marble counter tops and gold taps, there was a huge hot tub at one end. Rashida ordered me to work the taps, and soon the tub was filled with warm water.
Rashida slipped her ‘leash’ over my neck and tossed it across the room, and told me to stand up. There I was, standing naked in my parents’ washroom, while my maid ogled me, deciding how to best punish me.
“We will take a bath together.” She revealed. “In ancient times, mistresses and their slave girls often bathed together, where the slave girls would clean the mistress and groom her. You will be my slave girl today.”
Rashida started to undress. Though I had often fantasized about seeing Rashida naked, and had jacked off to thoughts of her heaving bosom many a time, to actually see the woman who dominated me so completely stripping off her clothes to join my own state of nakedness was a very extra ordinary feeling.
I watched in awe as her massive boobs sprang free once her blouse was off, her nipples sharp and pointed. Her sari was off in a jiffy. I noticed a small damp spot on her petticoat, right between her legs. However, soon she too was standing completely in the nude. I took in her fat, matronly body, from her pinch-able fat cheeks to her big fat boobs to her plump waist and then her thick thighs.
“Before you begin your bath,” she explained, “you must relieve yourself, and then clean yourself before entering the bath. So,” she ordered, “go on, and sit on the toilet and pee.”