12 comments/ 49692 views/ 6 favorites Indian Maid Spanks Me Ch. 04 By: spankedboy Chapter 4 -- My Fourth Punishment From The Indian Maid My older maid uses my butt to teach the younger maid spanking. -- Tarek. "Tarek!" My name rang loudly through the house. The domineering female voice called out, "Come to the kitchen right now!" Immediately I put down the book I was reading and stood up. If my family maid Rashida summoned me, I did not want to delay in obeying her. "Yes, bua." I called out, using the respectful term 'bua' for my maid Rashida. "I am coming." Not knowing what the urgency was, I ran to the kitchen. Rashida was chopping some vegetables, with her back to me. I looked at her, and her big, fleshy buttocks jiggling against the fabric of her sari as she moved around. Rashida was a middle aged maid servant who had been with us ever since I could recall. She has been with our family from even before I was born. At forty one, she was one chubby lady, but she filled out at the right places. I could see her exposed fleshy waist as her sari was wrapped carelessly around her body. 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. I was nineteen, and I attended a university in Kolkata, so I could live at home. We lived in a huge mansion, and had two Bengali maid servants. Rashida was one of them. The other -- Rubina -- was nowhere to be seen. Right now, my parents were out shopping -- there was a party at night. It was just me and the maids at home. "Baba! Ah! There you are." Rashida turned around and saw me. She wiped her hands and then beckoned at me. "Come here, boy." Obediently I walked forward until I was right in front of her. I could see her breasts rise and fall as she huffed and puffed, due to her grueling kitchen work. Rashida had a stern expression on her face, and something told me I was in trouble for something I had done. "Are you wearing an underwear, baba?" She looked pointedly at my crotch area. "No, bua, of course not." I nodded my head and spoke hurriedly, hoping that my words would please her. "All I am wearing is a t-shirt and pajama, bua, as per your instructions." "Hmm." Rashida pursed her lips. She still did not look particularly pleased. "Let me see if you are telling the truth." She reached out with one hand and pulled the drawstring of my pajamas slightly, to create a little gap. She then inserted her other hand into the space, into my pajamas. Groping, she brushed against my balls, before wrapping her fingers around my dick. She stroked my dick a couple of times. Despite my best effort, my dick hardened a little, but she seemed to ignore it, making me breathe a little easier, I was sure she would be upset at the response of my dick to her touch. But fortunately, she did not say anything about it. "I can see you are telling the truth." My maid servant declared. Her voice was still authoritative, without a hint of being happy at my obedience to her. The whole scene brutally demonstrated her dominance of me. There was no respect paid to my sense of dignity or self-respect. In broad daylight, in the kitchen of in my own house, my maid servant was examining my privates while I stood there helplessly and let her molest me. "Baba, why don't you wear underwear?" It was a rhetorical question, but I knew I had to answer it if I didn't want Rashida slapping me. "Because, bua, you ordered me never to wear underwear in the house again." I tried to make myself sound contrite and respectful. "Why, baba?" "So that, bua, whenever you want, you can just pull my pants down and give me a spanking." "Correct!" Rashida announced. "And that time is now. Baba, this morning you left the toilet seat up, and I could see your pee on the seat." "I am so sorry, bua. It won't happen again, I promise." I really was sorry, and berated myself for doing what I had been accused of. My bua was not happy and I knew I was in for it. "Baba, bring that chair over here." Rashida ordered, releasing my cock from her hands. I turned to where she pointed, and picked up a small but study wooden chair from the hallway, and placed it against the wall of the kitchen. If you are wondering why my maid servant (who is in my employment and should be servicing me) was punishing me, it's a long story; but suffice it to say that for the last year or so, every Monday and Thursday, long after everyone had gone to sleep, I would report to Rashida's room. I would knock on the door, be allowed permission to come in, and then walk over to a corner of the room. I would then undress completely. These were all Rashida's strict orders. And after a sufficient time in the corner to think about why I was there, Rashida would start my punishments. Most of the time, it would be Rashida who would discipline me, but sometimes Rubina would join in. And often, it wasn't just limited to those two weekly nights -- whenever they wanted, and wherever they wanted, my maids would pull my pants down and spank, slap or cane me, as they wished. In my own house, I have become a slave and a toy for my maids. Rashida sat heavily down on the chair. She then asked me to stand facing the wall, with my palms pressing against it, and my butt sticking out. I stood beside her and pressed myself against the wall as instructed. Rashida rolled down my pajamas with one swoop so they fell at my ankles. She then slipped an arm around my waist to hold me tight, while the other hand cupped my butt cheeks. So there was I, naked from the waist down, held firmly around my abdomen by my family maid, ready to be punished. Rashida continued to caress my behind, prolonging my agony. SPANK! A thunderous crack resulted as she struck my ass with her bare hand. "One! I am sorry, bua, I will never leave the toilet seat up. Please spank me again." I gritted my teeth and mouthed the mantra she had ordered me to recite during my punishments. SPANK! "Two! I am sorry, bua. I will pee properly. Please spank me again." My buttocks were now starting to feel warm. SPANK! "Three! I am so sorry, bua. Please forgive me. I deserve to be punished, please spank me again." The stinging pain on my buttocks increased with each spank. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Rashida's style of spanking was unlike what you see in usual BDSM porn movies. My family maid wasn't spanking me for my sexual gratification, she was disciplining me. I had done something that displeased her, and now I was being punished for it like a little errant boy. Unlike your usual punishment, where it would just be a series of spank-spank-spank, Rashida would hit me, and then I would have to not only count, but state what I was being punished for, meekly apologize to her, and humbly ask for another spank. Any missteps that she considered large enough were rewarded with more spanks. Yes, it was true that I would usually get aroused at my humiliation, but I couldn't help it. Rashida knew that, and she would punish me for that as well. In the last year, I have been beaten by her, spanked, slapped, whipped, and caned at her will. Right then, I was being spanked hard and fast. With Rashida's non-spanking arm going around my waist and holding me firmly, I couldn't squirm or wiggle as I would usually do. My bum was very close to her face and she could see the results of her handiwork up front. Rashida's spanking hand came down sharply on my buttocks, alternating between each ass cheek, she could see my bum quiver with each beating, and soon my behind was warm, and tingling. "Baba, come around." Rashida commanded, taking a small breather. "Over my knees." "Yes, bua." As always, I knew my place. I was obedient and respectful, like a well-trained puppy. If anyone could see me now! I, the son of the rich businessman, and the scion of a powerful family, was demurely bending over, going over my maid servant's knees and presenting her my bare bum for a spanking. As I went across her lap, Rashida gently massaged my sore behind. "Baba, my hand is tired from spanking your big butts." Rashida commiserated. "I need to use something else to spank you now." "Yes, bua." I laid there on her lap obediently, wondering what she had in mind. It did not sound like something I would probably care much for. In fact I became quite afraid. I wondered what she had at hand to spank me with. This was the kitchen, so I was guessing a spatula. I had already been spanked with a spatula, a big one she used to use for stirring daal, but now kept exclusively for my ass. "I am going to use a new instrument to spank you, baba." Rashida informed me, still caressing my butts as I remained across her lap. "You ass is now tougher, as I have been spanking you for over a year, and I think you are ready for it." "Yes, bua." Oh my goodness! I have already been caned by her, been beaten with a hairbrush (a variety of them), and even my measuring ruler had also met my ass, so what new thing could she have in mind? I really hoped it wasn't a belt, or one of those scary things that I have seen in English dorm movies. "I am going to spank you with my chappal." Rashida revealed. "Twenty lashes with my chappal will do you good." "Yes, bua, as you wish. You are of course, right, as always." To say anything else would have been pointless, and almost certainly have gotten me more lashes. "Sshh." Rashida shushed me gently. A chappal is a slipper, or a sandal, a type of flip-flop worn commonly in India, especially by the poor folk. In India, you wear chappals inside the house as well (you just don't wear the same chappal outside, so as not to dirty the house). I was now lying across my maid servant's lap, butt naked save for a T-shirt, and was going to be spanked on my bare bum with her filthy slipper. My face was flush with shame, and my eyes cast down at her feet in embarrassment. Rashida kicked off one of her slippers off her foot and picked it up with her hand. She gently rubbed the sole of the chappal across my behind. WHAP! The blow was fast, came without warning, was hard, and it stung. The slipper was made of rubber and it was very flexible. As her slipper hit my derriere, the chappal would bend around and impact a large area. I tried not to flinch, but failed. "Ouch! Ow! Sorry .. One! I am so sorry, bua, please, please, I will never leave the toilet seat up. Please don't spank me ... it hurts!" WHAP! WHAP! "You are supposed to ASK for another spanking, not beg for mercy!" Rashida angrily voiced. "Those spanks will not count, I will start again." WHAP! WHAP! By the fifth (in reality eighth) stroke I was squirming in pain. No doubt, red marks littered my sore bum. Rashida kept spanking, harder and harder, with greater frequency. Finally, she stopped. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" I was now crying. My maid servant had just taken down my pants, put me on her knees, and spanked me with her footwear. My face was red with humiliation, and my ass was red with her handiwork. "Baba! Get up, put on your pajamas, put this chair back in its proper place, and go to your room. Your punishment is over." "Yes, bua, thank you!" I fled to the relative safety of my room. Once inside, I glanced at myself in the mirror, especially at my rear. It was now glowing bright crimson as a result of Rashida's beating. Her chappal had certainly left an impression on my rump cheeks. I had learnt my lesson! Certainly, I would now always remember to pee with care. About fifteen minutes later, I was finally seated (it still hurt!) to finish my studies. My parents called my cell and told me they would be late, and to remind me to be ready to receive guests by the evening. About half an hour later, the door to my room opened. This time, it was my younger maid Rubina who entered the room with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Baba." She grinned. "There you are!" "Salaams, choto bua." I immediately stood up and greeted her with respect, as I had been trained to by now. "I heard Rashida apa finally used her chappal on you?" She asked me mockingly. "Yes, choto bua." "How did it feel? Did it sting?" "Yes, choto bua." I tried to answer as honestly as I could, even as I blushed. "A cane hits one part of my bum with intense power, but the chappal, while less painful, hits a larger area. I could not sit for some time. And it was ... more ..." "Embarrassing?" Rubina mocked me. "That you are fit to be spanked with your maid's sandals?" I hung my head in shame and did not reply. "I think I want to see the results." Rubina ordered me. "Turn around, and face the wall." I did as she asked. Rubina came up to stand behind me, put her hands under my T-shirt, poked around until she grabbed hold of my pajamas, and then with one tug, pulled them all the way down to my ankles. Once more, the fact that they were merely my employees did not stop one of my maids from stripping me forcefully. And I was powerless to stop Rubina. "Step out of your pajamas." She ordered, and I complied. As I said, Rubina was the younger maid servant. She was my age, nineteen. Whereas Rashida was big, Rubina was small. She was of average height, and scrawny. Her only redeeming features were her big butts. She did have a beautiful face (she was only nineteen after all!), but her boobs weren't anything to write home about. Rubina came from a poor family, who were only too happy to let her live with us and work for us from a tender age. From the age of six or seven, I don't remember, she used to work as a maid in our establishment. My parents paid for her education, and she went to the same school as me, but I was the son of the house, and I had all the luxuries, and she was the maid, destined to a life of servitude. And now here she was, pulling down my pants to examine my butt that had just been spanked by my other maid. "Hmm... nice and red." Rubina commented, running her hands all over my ass, while I remained perfectly still. "She has really done a nice job." Rubina then caught hold of my shoulders and made me turn around to face her. My eyes remained cast downwards as Rubina moved her hands towards my exposed genitals. She kneaded by balls for some time before giving my semi-erect dick a stroke or two. "I think I will have some fun with you now, baba." Rubina stepped back and crossed her arms. "Baba, raise your arms and hold your ears." "Yes, choto bua." I meekly complied. This was a standard Indian punishment. I raised my hands to my ears and grabbed hold of them, pinching them between my thumb and forefinger. "Good." Rubina inspected me as I held my position. "Now you will do sit-ups, holding your ears. Squat down, and then stand back up. I want you to do ten sit-ups. And you will loudly count each one." "Yes, choto bua." Still holding my ears, I squatted down on my haunches, stayed there for a moment, and then stood back up. "One. Thank you, choto bua, for this punishment." I still did not know what I was being punished for by Rubina, but I did not want to ask her. Rubina could be very cruel and hard if I ticked her off. I repeated another squat. "Two. Thank you, choto bua, for this punishment." At this moment Rashida walked into the room. "I was looking for you, Rubina, oh..." Rashida paused as she saw my condition. "I needed you in the kitchen. Are you punishing him?" "Well," Rubina replied. "I was just having some fun with him, apa -- but that can wait." "It will have to wait, "Rashida decided. "There's lot of work to be done for the party. We'll have our fun with him on Monday night." "Yes, apa." Rubina turned back to me. "Baba, come here. You don't need to hold your ears anymore. I am going to slap you before I return to the kitchen." "Yes, choto bua." I dropped my arms to my side and walked over until I was standing right in front of Rubina. "Show me your cheek." "Yes, choto bua." SLAP! Rubina slapped me quite a few times, leaving large red imprints of her hand on my cheeks, all the time watched by Rashida, who had an amused look on her face. I had to count and thank Rubina for each slap. "Your punishment is suspended for now, baba." Rubina told me, after she was done slapping me. "Put your pants back on and go back to your studies." "Yes, choto bua. Thank you, choto bua." The party was a big success. My parents were known as social entertainers, and it was a Friday night. There was a band with live music, good food, and nice weather. One of two of my mom's older friends commented I looked rather red in the face -- and teased me that I must be quite the drinker. I laughed nervously. The party ended quite late, and I slept in Saturday morning. The weekend passed by uneventfully, and on Monday morning I had to drop off my parents at the airport (they were going abroad for a business conference for a week). The whole day I was on campus, and I returned in the evening, around 7 pm. I showered, had a meal that Rashida had made for me, and then went to my room to study. Since my parents were away, I was expecting the girls to start their punishments early, but the clock struck 10 pm and they were still watching TV. I kept on studying, realizing that at 10.30 pm sharp I would have to report to Rashida's room. At 10.25 pm, just as I was about to get up, the door to my room suddenly opened, and Rashida walked in. As always, I instantly stood up. "Salaams, bua." I greeted her. "Baba." Rashida gave me one simple command, but highly effective. "Strip!" "Yes, bua." I undressed quickly. My T-shirt was placed on the bed, and then I rolled down my pants and stepped out of them. Rashida then walked over to a cabinet on the other side of a room and picked out a belt of mine. "Baba, assume the position." I stood with my hands gripping the seat of my chair, bent over the backrest, with my butt sticking out, completely naked, and at the mercy of my maid servant. LASH! LASH! LASH! Before I could even draw my breath, or murmur a count, Rashida belted my butt, whipping me thrice. "Ow! Ow!" Was all I could say, as Rashida thrashed me. "Three strikes will do for now. Keep still, baba." "Yes, bua." I heard her exit for a minute, and then she returned with a cane. As she swung the cane and tapped it against the palm of her other hand, Rashida asked me, "Baba, did you pay my cell phone bill on time yesterday, like I asked you to?" Oh no, I had completely forgotten about it! I confessed to Rashida that I hadn't. "How ... dare ... you!" Rashida was furious. SWOOSH! "One! Ouch! Thank you for the caning, bua. I am so sorry I forgot. Please cane me again." "I do ..." SWOOSH! "... not ..." SWOOSH! "... like ..." SWOOSH! "... being disobeyed!" SWOOSH! Rashida caned me nine more times, leaving me gasping for breath, before she decided that was enough caning, and she would continue the rest of the punishment in her room. She glanced at me, taking in my nudity and the redness of my bum. By this time my behind was on fire, I was breathless, and almost crying in pain, cursing myself for forgetting "Come, baba. We are going to my room." Indian Maid Spanks Me Ch. 04 Leading me by the ear, and twisting it when she wished, Rashida led me through the house. As I was being hauled to her room, Rashida told me about tonight's punishments. "Baba, over the last year I have noticed it's been mostly me who has punished you." She noted. "Even though Rubina spanks you at times, it's been under my supervision. Today, I am going to teach Rubina how to punish you when I am not around, so she can do a good job. I have come to the conclusion that you need to be disciplined more often, and obviously I will need help with that!" "Yes, bua." I replied humbly, aware that my body was now going to be a spank practice for Rubina. Between Rubina and Rashida, I had the distinct impression that while Rashida may or may not get some sort of sexual satisfaction from disciplining me, Rubina did. Our younger maid derived sexual pleasure out of beating me, and she had a real sadistic streak in her. Not that Rashida didn't, but I could not help but think that Rubina was a true sadist, and Rashida, while no doubt enjoying disciplining me simply for the thrill of it, also felt that she was doing it for my own good. Rubina had no such desires! Rubina was already seated on Rashida's bed when we entered her room. She smiled when she saw us, no doubt anticipating a fun night for her, and a painful night for me. Rashida left me standing at the door and took a seat at her dressing table. "Baba, go to the corner and stand there." So I slowly went over to the end of room and stood in the corner, naked, facing the wall, with my back towards my maid. "You can use whatever implement you want to spank him with." Rashida told Rubina. "But remember to only hit the fleshy part of his buttocks. Here, I'll show you." I could hear the bed creak as Rashida got up. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her grab a marker from her table. "Here." I felt the wet tip of the marker slide over my buttocks, as Rashida carefully marked two Xs on each of my butt cheeks. "That's where you can spank him with a cane, or a hair brush, or my favourite, the chappal." "Yes, apa." Rubina was learning. "But, here," Rashida now tapped around the X on my ass with her fingers. "This is the zone you can only hit with your hand. And here," Rashida's fingers traced the crack of my ass and stopped when she reached the top part where the crack started. "This is a no-hit zone." "Yes, apa." I wondered how Rashida knew so much about spanking. This was more than just corporal punishment -- yet she knew so much about techniques, hitting areas, etc. Especially curious given that just last year, she was simply my old, poor, maid servant. I realized there were many things about Rashida I didn't know. "Before spanking," Rashida was continuing her lessons. "Always examine baba's nice, spankable butts to make sure he's fine, and ready for the spanking." I felt Rashida's hands on my bottom cheeks. She massaged them and cupped them, and even spread them apart to show Rubina my asshole. Rashida then reached below and ran her fingers over my scrotum and penis, giving me a couple of strokes before withdrawing her hands. I let out a soft sigh. "Can we spank those as well?" Rubina asked, and I shivered at that thought. "One step at a time, dear child!" Rashida admonished her, and I breathed a little easier. Rashida then ordered, "Baba! Bend over the chair so that we can start your spanking." "Yes, bua." I walked over to the chair in front of the dressing table and assumed the position, with my bottom sticking out so that my maids could punish me. Rashida approached me and took out her chappal, slipping it into her right hand. "Baba." She walked over to stand in front of me. I was now bent over, my face prostrated to her; she grabbed my right ear with her left hand and twisted it sharply. "Did you sniff at our panties in the laundry basket today?" She asked, sending a chill running through me. Earlier in the evening, I had seen the laundry basket outside the washing machine room, and there were a bunch of old, tattered panties there. I had correctly deduced they were the maids', and for some reason took a couple and sniffed them for some time, before putting it back in the basket. The pungent smell had seemed so intoxicating! Again, I wondered how she knew. "Yes, bua. I am so sorry, bua, it won't happen again." WHAP! Rashida had struck my left cheek with her chappal, still holding and twisting on to my right year. "Ow... ow...." The blow stung my cheeks. Hastily, I remembered to count. "One! Thank you, bua, please slap me again." WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Rashida continued to hit my left cheek, all the while twisting my right year. It was incredibly painful, to assume the position and then to have your maid servant strike your face, your cheek, with her slipper. "Never do that again. How dare you play with me panties without my permission!" Rashida told me, giving my ear a final twist, my cheek a final wallop, and then moving around to my behind. I lay there whimpering and sniffling. Half of my face was now bright pink. "I am going to spank baba with the chappal." Rashida instructed Rubina. "Notice how I start and then continue. I will spank him going from cheek to cheek, so that his ass becomes uniformly red. Baba's a big boy now, so you can spank him hard. Just make sure he doesn't squirm a lot. Baba, spread your legs." I spread my legs as instructed, exposing my hanging penis and balls. Rashida tapped my butt cheek with her slipper. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The blows kept coming. Rashida, true to her word, alternated between each ass cheek. I gripped the seat of the chair firmly and held on, breathing deeply to fight against the pain. "Now, you try it." Rashida dropped her slipper on to the floor, and put it on the feet. Rubina came to stand at my ass. She took her own chappal in her hand. Rubina's spanking stung my poor bottom even harder, and she tried to follow Rashida's instructions as I started to cry. Tears rolled down my eyes as Rubina hit my buttocks with her footwear, again and again and again. "His bottom looks pretty red now, should I stop spanking him?" Rubina asked Rashida. "Give him a few more swats, then you should stop," Rashida answered. "He's a big baby, don't pay any attention to his tears." After a couple more swats, my spanking stopped. Rubina then walked around to my front, and just like Rashida, she twisted my ear with one hand, and slapped my face with the other. I could see a satisfied, severe smile on her face. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! All my cheeks, the ones on my face, and the ones on my butt, were now red from slaps. I was ashamed to lie there, butt in the air, powerless to stop my maids from slapping my face or spanking my bottom as they wished. After Rubina was done slapping me, Rashida told her, "After I end one spanking, and before I begin the next spanking, so say I am switching from spanking him with a hair brush to having him over my knees, I always have baba stay still in whatever position he was receiving the spanking, so that he can contemplate on his mistakes." Rashida had me stay still, while I really wanted to rub my bottom. After some time, Rashida again grabbed me by the ear, and led me to the bed. She put a huge pillow on the centre of the bed -- a type of pillow known in Bengali as kolbalish. "I want you to lie on the bed, face down, your dick on the pillow, so your butts are sticking up." She ordered. "Yes, bua." I conformed to her wishes, the pillow raising my bum high in the air for my spanking. Rashida then told Rubina to hand her a hairbrush. "Baba," Rashida asked me. "Did you masturbate today, this morning?" "I ... I ..." The question took me completely by surprise. "BABA!" Rashida's voice was sharp. "You shouldn't be embarrassed to answer the question. You are lying here naked on my bed with your bum on view, and you are being spanked by your maid servants as we desire. What could be more humiliating that that for you? Now, I asked you a question. Did you masturbate this morning?" "Yes, bua." I admitted. "I know you told me not to masturbate today, I am so ashamed." "You will first get 20 swats of the brush from me for your disobedience," Rashida told me. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! The spankings hurt, but what was also more embarrassing was that I was spanked in this fashion by one of my maids as an instruction piece for my other maid. Rubina took over after Rashida was done, and she spanked me even harder with the hair brush. I could only whimper and cry as they went after my butt. "How does it feel, baba," Rashida asked me, gently stroking my hair while Rubina spanked my butts, each cheek at a time, "To be spanked by a girl who is merely your age, and who until recently was just a normal maid servant?" SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! "And what is Rubina spanking you for, baba? You masturbated. How does it feel to have to disclose such intimate details to your maids, and then be punished for it?" SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! Finally, as I lay on the bed weeping, Rashida told Rubina that for the final punishment she would have me on her lap, over her knees, for a hand spanking. "You can lie over my lap now, baba, for your spanking." Rashida told me, seating on the bed. So over I went. "You don't need to count, or thank me for each spanking." Rashida told me. "This is going to be a good beating, so just take a deep breath and bear through the pain." Rashida clamped my penis in place between her thighs and started to spank me hard. Her spanks went from cheek to cheek, first starting softly, and then growing more intense. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Your butt is turning a nice shade of pink, but it will be totally crimson by the time I am finished with your spanking. That will teach you to masturbate when I specifically ordered you not to!" Rashida continued to spank my bare butt, but also stopped now and then to caress my warm butt. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! I was squirming about a lot as my ass got warmer and warmer, but tried to stay in place. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "I'm sorry that you have to endure a spanking like this." Rashida said. "But it's for your own good. You need to be disciplined for your lack of self-control." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! My ass was on fire, and once again I was sobbing uncontrollably. This was without doubt the harshest punishment my maids had bestowed upon me. When Rashida paused for a minute, I thought my spanking was completed, but then she rebuked me for moving from my position. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Finally, I was allowed to stand up. I stood there, naked as the day I was born, whimpering, my cheeks stained with tears, and my ass a fierce red, while my maids, fully clothed, stood on either side of me, their hands running down my butt cheeks, examining the result of their handiwork. I could then hear Rashida's small wall clock strike twelve. It was midnight. I had been punished and spanked for over an hour and a half. Both my maid servants now put an arm around my waist. Rashida was hugging me from my right, while Rubina was hugging me from my left. "Baba!" Rashida leaned gave me a wet kiss on my right cheek. "It's twelve o'clock. Happy Birthday!" I had completely forgotten! Rubina kissed my left cheek, and wished me many happy returns of the day. In the middle of my tears, a grin lit up my face. Rashida saw the smile and laughed. "How did you like your birthday spankings, baba?" "Oh ... bua ... I ..." Both my maids laughed as I blushed a bright red. "Now his face and his ass -- they are both red." Rubina exclaimed, grinning. "Not just from the slaps either, hehe." Rubina exited the room and returned moments later, with a small birthday cake and my camera. The cake was placed on a small table in Rashida's room. It was the first time I blew out the candles on a birthday cake, and cut the cake, while being completely naked. As Rashida remarked, I was in my birthday suit on my birthday cutting my birthday cake -- the circle was complete. We took pictures, me the birthday boy, the naked male and my two maid servants on either side -- the clothed females -- and the cake. Rashida took pictures as I fed Rubina and she fed me, and then Rubina took pictures while I fed Rashida and she fed me the cake. Both maids kissed me again and again, and I was also allowed to hug and kiss them on each cheek. Rashida even allowed me to touch and squeeze her boobs, while she took pictures of my well spanked bum. Rubina then had the bright idea of smearing some cake on her feet and having me lick the cake off her toes. It turned out to be a fun game as Rashida joined in -- I was licking their feet and eating cake for quite some time. Then Rashida had an idea of inserting a piece of the cake between her legs -- pretty soon I was eating her and Rubina to an orgasm after orgasm. It felt good to pleasure them like that. Rashida then told me to once again lie across her lap, over her knees. This time, instead of spanking me, I felt her hands applying some type of cream to my sore ass. It felt quite soothing as she rubbed the cream all over my well spanked ass cheeks. Rubina then made me stand in front of her, and smeared some of the cream on my dick. She gripped my penis in one fist, and wrapped her other arm around my butt and started to pump my hard cock, moving her hand up and down. Rashida also reached out, and stroked my scrotum. Far too quickly, I started to spurt, all over Rubina's hand and thighs, but she did not seem to object. After finally expelling the last drop of semen on her milky legs, I felt drained, but happy. I reminisced the evening -- I had my cheeks slapped, and then my butts belted, caned, spanked with a slipper and a hair brush, and then had been put over the knees of my maids and given a bare bum hand spank. It ended with foot licking, oral stimulation of my mistresses and finally a highly satisfying hand job. It was my best birthday ever. Indian Maid Spanks Me Ch. 05 Chapter 5 -- My Fifth Punishment From The Indian Maid My maids make me their personal maid and chore slave -- Tarek. I would like to thank Ms. AT Khan for reviewing the story and JonB1969 for editing it. - Tarek "Tell me the truth, baba!" Rashida, my maid, held my left ear firmly in her right hand, giving it a painful twist. "Did you, or did you not, switch off the oven as I had ordered?" "Bua, bua ... ow!" I yelped as she twisted my ear again, and my head swiveled at her pull. "I am sorry, I ..." Rashida let go of my ear, and raised her right hand. I grimaced, for I knew what was coming. SLAP! "One!" I counted dutifully. "I am sorry, bua. I really am! Please punish me again." Here was I, the twenty year old son of one of the most powerful businessman in Kolkata, and not only was I taking orders from my older, buxom, chubby and now very angry maid servant Rashida, but she was now slapping my cheeks and punishing me for failing to carry out her orders. And for some frightening reason, I kept feeling as if I was forgetting something else as well. SLAP! "Two! I am sorry, bua." I mumbled, as my face flushed a bright red, partly from my servant's slaps, partly from shame as she was slapping me in front of our other servant. "I am really very sorry." SLAP! "I don't like liars," Rashida announced, her face stoic. "I gave you ONE simple task. Turn off the oven in 8 minutes. If you forgot to do that, at least be a man and admit it. I would have slapped you once or twice and that would be it. But then you lied to me! Did you think we wouldn't find out?" SLAP! "Four! Bua," I tried to plead my case, as always using the respectful term 'bua' to address my maid. "I should not have lied. Please forgive me." SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "You have never lied to me like this before, baba," Rashida admonished me in between her slaps. "Yes, bua." I tried to have a very contrite look, but it wasn't going well. And then there was the nagging feeling that I was forgetting another order -- something the maids haven't figured out yet, but would soon will -- and for the life of me I could not remember what that order was! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "Baba, whenever I had asked you if you had done something wrong, you had always admitted it and taken your punishment. This is unacceptable." "Yes, bua." SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Nearby, our other maid Rubina stood by, silently watching my humiliation, with a sly grin on her face, as Rashida continued to slap me alternately on each cheek. Rubina had reason to be smug, of course. Whereas Rashida was much older (she practically raised me), Rubina was my age. In fact, she was younger than me by some months. A few years ago, she was just a mere maid from a poor Bengali family, happy at the chance for employment at a rich, Urdu-speaking, business family's house where the pay was great. She was a shy and demure girl who would tremble at my orders. And now she wouldn't let go of a chance to strip me naked, put me across her lap and give me a beating with her slippers. Oh, how the chappals have turned! The fact that she was younger than me, and yet controlled me with full authority to punish me as she liked, no doubt added to her enjoyment at my chastisements. Rashida, being the older maid, and employed with us for a long time, had a more mature, authoritative demeanor; maintaining a sense of gravitas around her, whereas Rubina was more spunky and spontaneous. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "I am so sorry, bua. I will never lie to you again, I promise! Please forgive me, bua!" SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The slaps continued. Rashida was clearly angry that I had lied to her -- and this was true, I had never lied to her before like this -- and Rubina was observing me with a cruel grin on her face. Appearance wise, the two maids couldn't be more dissimilar. Rashida was heavier; she had a big chest (her blouses were always one size too small and struggled to contain her overflowing breasts), and she had a big bum as well. Once I had to accompany her to the market, and she took more than half the space on the two-seater rickshaw, and I had to squeeze into the remaining space. Rubina, on the other hand, was scrawny, thin, with a beautiful face that gave me a hard on whenever she wasn't spanking me. Of her thin stature, the only redeeming feature were her butt cheeks, which were amply proportioned. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "Twenty Two!" Amidst my pain, I maintained the count, knowing that missing a slap or two would result in further punishment. And along with the count, came my abject apology. "I am very sorry, bua. I should not have lied about switching it-" SLAP! "What were you doing, baba?" Rashida asked me. SLAP! "It was a very simple task, baba." "Yes, bua." SLAP! "Wait 8 minutes, baba, and turn the oven off. That's all I said." "Yes, bua." SLAP! "Now, baba, we have to mix the dough and start all over again." "I am so sorry, bua." SLAP! "That's two hours wasted." "Yes, bua. It's all my fault." I wailed. "Please punish me more." SLAP! "I will, baba." SLAP! "Now tell me, baba, exactly why-" SLAP! "-would you forget-" SLAP! "-to turn the oven off, baba?" SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Finally, Rubina volunteered the answer. "Rashida apa, I know why baba forgot. He was too busy ogling Shabina apa." Rubina used the respectful term 'apa' (older sister) when addressing an older woman, or when talking about an older woman. "WHAT?!!" You could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed. Rashida's steely eyes bore into mine, and I kept my eyes cast down in shame and fear. My silence validated Rubina's answer. For a second, I forgot my punishments, or the fact that I was forgetting another of Rashida's orders that I couldn't recall, or the count of how many slaps I had received so far from my shapely maid. All I could now think of was that Rashida was now going to be very, very, very angry. Not only had I failed to do what she asked, AND lied about it, but I was guilty of ogling another woman -- another one of the help. Shabina was our local vegetable lady. My mom was having a huge party that evening (which is why my parents were out this morning, getting some final shopping done, leaving the mundane kitchen tasks to the help), and she had ordered some vegetables. Shabina was the lady who would walk with her cart and deliver fresh vegetables to each house in our locality every day. This morning, as I was watching the oven, she had come into the kitchen with her merchandise. Since I was already in the kitchen, I stood there to supervise her -- and when she bent over to place the items into the refrigerator, presenting her ample, fleshy buttocks, I was busy ogling her. If you hadn't noticed already, I have a thing for women with big behinds. And this has often gotten my behind into a lot of trouble. Shabina was a firm old lady, but probably no older than forty. For a mature lady, she had a pretty face, with cheeks begging to be squeezed, while her lips were pouty and thick. She was of average height and built, but boy did she have a plump behind! It was tough to say where her waist ended and her hips began. Like many of these working poor ladies, she wore a thin sari, without enough material to completely wrap around her body, leaving her ample fleshy waist and navel completely exposed. I also tried to peer down her blouse as she moved her wares, and I could see Shabina did not wear a bra as well. With my dad's rising political star, and my mom's charitable work, and me being in prime fitness and shape, and the vice-captain of our university cricket team, I could have had any girl in the city. And here I was, being miserably punished by my maid servants for failing a task because I was too busy ogling the poor vegetable lady. "Pull down his pajamas," Rashida ordered, and Rubina was of course too happy to comply. In a trice, my pajamas were at my ankles. Following Rashida's orders, I of course had nothing underneath. I wore no underwear, ever, because, in Rashida's words, "I want you to be spankable and ready to be punished wherever you are and whenever I want." So there I was, standing in the kitchen in just my t-shirt, my bare bum exposed to my maids -- one of whom had a stoic look on her face, and the other was suppressing giggles at my discomfort. Rashida then stripped off my t-shirt, so I was completely in the nude, and led me painfully by the ear to an old wooden chair that was propped against the kitchen wall. "Climb up on the chair, baba, facing the wall, and kneel on the chair," Rashida ordered. "Yes, bua." I did as she asked, facing the wall, my knees on the chair, my hands spread apart and braced against the wall. I knew that if I moved or squirmed, I risked falling out of that rickety chair. "Stay here in this position until I decide your punishment, baba." "Yes, bua." Rashida pressed the back of my head firmly until my cheeks were flat against the wall. Then she pressed my buttocks hard so my dick was now grinding against the back of the chair. "Hold this position, baba." "Yes, bua." Even though she was using the affectionate term 'baba' for me, I knew that soon she would be paddling my ass and be anything but affectionate. All those slaps, I thought wryly, were just a precursor. Vaguely, I tried to recall if there was some other instruction of hers I was forgetting. Rashida gave her orders, starting to get busy. "Rubina!" "Yes, apa?" "Start preparing the dough. This cake isn't going to make itself." "Yes, apa." Behind Rubina's compliant reply, I could detect a hint of anger. I knew that Rashida would delegate those tasks to her, since she, Rashida, was, after all, the older maid and therefore the head of the domestic help, but I also knew Rubina would punish me later for this additional work. For some time, I just remained in my position. The sounds of the maids being busy in the kitchen filled the air. Rashida chopped some vegetables, Rubina started to work on the cake and they were busy with their tasks. A couple of sly mocking comments at the naked man amidst them would be thrown around occasionally, followed by laughter. I was a source of amusement for my maid servants. Not only was I in the nude, kneeling in humiliation, and humbly awaiting my punishment, but I was fit to be ignored until they had completed their mundane chores. My clothes lay in a heap on the kitchen floor. My respite was broken by the swooshing sound of a cane. Rashida had gone to her room, chosen a cane, and was testing it against the palm of her big hand as she re-entered the kitchen. Ever since the women from my domestic help have started to punish me, Rashida has built up a good collection of implements in her room to spank me with. My chubby maid now walked until she was just behind me, and poked my right ass cheek with the tip of the cane. "Ah .... Owwwww!" I could not help but howl, making Rubina laugh out loud. "You will get forty strokes on your bum with the cane." Rashida announced. "Baba, I will do twenty, and Rubina will then cane you twenty times. Is that understood?" "Yes, bua." What else could I say? "I am yours to be punished, bua." "As usual, you will count, thank me, apologize and ask for another one every time." Rashida instructed. "But you should know this by now, shouldn't you?" "Yes, bua." SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH! Rashida struck me hard and fast. She would alternate on each cheek, sometimes striking the fleshy part of my bum, sometimes just below, on my legs, and sometimes right in the middle of the crack of my ass, leaving a stinging blow every time. After each stroke, I would count, thank her, apologize to her humbly, and beg for her forgiveness. And then I would submissively ask her to punish me one more time. Barely would I be finished before she would hit me again. "T-t-twenty!" I cried aloud, amidst my tears. "T-t-thank you bua. Please, please do f-f-forgive my lie, I am so sorry. Please hit me again!" "It's now Rubina's turn to cane you," Rashida told me. "Repeat your apology to her." "Yes, bua. Choto bua," I turned my head and now addressed Rubina, using the reverent term 'bua' and adding 'choto' to it, which meant "younger". "Please do forgive me lying, choto bua, and please punish me for it." Rubina impatiently tapped the cane against my bum. "You idiot, let's get this over with." She told me to face the wall again. "I have so much more to do now, baba, thanks to your incompetence, you nincompoop!" "Yes, choto bua. I am so sorry, choto bua. Please punish me, choto bua." I braced myself for what I knew would be a hard punishment. When Rashida punished me, she was doing it because I deserved it. I had done something wrong, and needed to be corrected for it. Rashida was the loving matronly lady and I the errant schoolboy. She punished me strictly on a disciplinary basis, and in her view, she was doing it for my own good. Rubina, on the other hand, really enjoyed physically beating me. She just needed an excuse to put me over her knees or pull down my pants and spank me. It put me, the son of owner of the house she worked in, and her employer, and someone older than her, in a humiliating position under her authority, and she loved it. Rubina was a true sadist, and her spankings were often tough and ruthless. And now she had a cane in her hand. SWOOSH! The cane came down hard on my now very red bum. "Twenty one!" I counted. "Thank you for-" "You should have started counted from 'ONE' again." Rubina harrumphed. "This stroke will not count." "Oh, choto bua, I thought I-" SWOOSH! "Are you ..." SWOOSH! "... questioning my ..." SWOOSH! "... authority?" "No, choto bua. Absolutely not, choto bua. My mistake, choto bua. Please forgive me, choto bua. I will start from 'one' again. I do apologize, choto bua. Please punish me, choto bua." If you haven't realized it by now, I was terrified of my choto bua's punishments. "Five extra strokes for your insolence!" Rubina decided. "And all those strokes will not count. Start counting again, baba." "Yes, choto bua. I am sorry, choto bua." No doubt, had I started the count from one, Rubina would have said I should have continued from twenty one. This was just an excuse to punish me more. Desperately I looked at Rashida for help, but she pointedly ignored me. Clearly, she approved of the younger maid's actions. Rubina caned me hard and fast. Her ferocious strikes left me gasping for breath amidst my tears and screams, and no doubt my behind was now a bright shade of tomato red. I missed the count a few times, and every time Rubina added five penalty strokes. Hell hath no fury like a maid servant with a cane in her hand crossed. By the time Rubina was done, I was a blubbering mess. "Stand down from the chair and come here!" Rashida ordered. Barely able to walk now, I stood facing her. More than anything, I fervently wanted to rub my sore buttom, but I knew that would prolong my punishment. As I stood there, Rashida cupped my balls in her right hand. "Next time, you lie to me ..." Rashida tightened her squeeze on my testicles, and I sharply drew in my breath. "Your balls will be on the line. Do you understand me, baba?" "Y-y-yes, bua. I am very sorry, bua. I will never lie to you again." I was really scared they would beat me on my balls. So far, my testicles had been left alone. The maids told me to go to a corner, face the wall and bend over. I remained in that position, naked, butt up in the air, while they went about their tasks. The cold air blowing through the kitchen shot a thousand volts through my body every time there was a breeze across my behind, and I was ardently hoping that was the end of my punishment. Finally, Rashida walked over and examined my derriere -- and the result of their handiwork. She squeezed and pinched my butt cheeks, and gently spread it apart to see my asshole, giving me more jolting pain. When she was satisfied, Rashida told me to kiss her feet, pick up my clothes, and get out. The party that night was a success. I of course, could not sit down (for obvious reasons!) and whenever someone brushed against me, I could feel the pain, and had to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming. * * * Later that night, as I lay in the bed, I again tried to think of what was that other instruction I was forgetting. After trying hard in vain to recall, I then reflected on the caning I had received. My maids have been punishing me for two years now. It all started when I was eighteen, and Rashida had caught me masturbating, and rather than have her report me to my parents, I decided to accept her punishment. And that was how I found myself to be in the situation I was in now. Pretty soon, Rashida was spanking me on a regular basis. Unknown to me then, but immediately recognized by Rashida when she spanked me for the very first time, I had a submissive streak in me, and I found the idea -- of placing myself at the mercy of large, dominating woman who would beat me as she wished -- highly erotic. Slowly and surely, Rashida increased the range and severity of my punishments, and then, sometime later, she initiated Rubina into the whole affair. Gradually, and unknown to my parents, the maids compounded their domination over me to such an extent that I would now obey anything they said, any time. The maids had time scheduled every week for what Rashida called my "maintenance spanking". Even if I had done nothing wrong, and that was never the case, I was to submit to them and present my bare bum for a hiding. It emphasized the fact that they ruled me, and my body, and I was their deferential serf, destined to obey their slightest wish. Every Monday and Thursday, sharply at 10.30 pm, long after my parents had retired for the night (they went to bed every night at 9pm), I would report to my mistress Rashida's room, in the servants' quarters. Monday and Thursday were marked as my 'punishment' nights. Many a times, Rubina would go over the line when disciplining me. Once, while I was kissing her feet, she kicked out. Another time, while caning me as I stood silently bearing her hidings, she hit the lower part of my legs, below the knee. Yet another time, when I was being slapped, Rubina hit the same cheek, again and again, instead of alternating on each side of my face. During these occasions, more often than not, Rashida would rein her in, correct her, and soothe me. Today, in the kitchen, she had made no such move. Clearly, my lying had offended Rashida so terribly that she felt Rubina could do what she wanted to me. I resolved never to lie to Rashida again. The punishment for whatever I would do wrong was clearly less than being punished for lying, especially if Rashida let Rubina loose on me. Suddenly, the door to my room opened. I, of course, never locked my door. Rashida had strict instructions for me that the door to my room should always be open, so the maids were free to walk in on me any time they wanted. As she said, "a dog doesn't lock its kennel". I would be changing my clothes, or studying, or sleeping, it didn't matter. And of course, a few times they had walked in while I was masturbating to pornography. Rubina seemed to have a particular knack of knowing when I was doing the deed, and that meant I would soon be over her knees. At least with Rashida, if she was punishing me for masturbating, she would have mercy on me at the end of my spanking, and put a condom on my penis and stroke me until I came. Indian Maid Spanks Me Ch. 05 "Baba, are you asleep?" It was Rubina. It was 2 in the morning, everyone in the household was fast asleep (the party ended late), but I was awake. "Choto bua." I stood up, out of respect -- and also out of surprise. It was not Monday or Thursday -- today was a Friday. Rubina snapped her fingers. In a trice I was lying prostrate on the floor, licking her toes and planting sloppy kisses on her feet and ankles. While both maids often made me kiss their feet, Rashida always withdrew her feet from her chappals, or slippers, and presented her bare feet for me to lick. With Rubina, she would be wearing her dirty flip-flops, and I would have to kiss her feet through it, and her sandals. When she felt she had enough, Rubina snapped her fingers again. I stopped kissing her feet and slowly stood up, eyes obediently cast downwards, wondering what was going on. "You are wondering why I am here, baba." I nodded. "Yes, choto bua." Rubina then raised her right hand and grabbed my left ear. "I am here because I am now going to punish you, baba," Rubina stated as-a-matter-of-factly, as she twisted my ear. "I am angry today because I had to do a whole lot of extra work due to your ineptitude, baba, and I don't want to wait for Monday to punish you." "Yes, choto bua." "Take off your shirt, bitch." "Yes, choto bua." "Good. Now, baba, you pathetic excuse of a man, I want you to remove your pajamas for me." I froze for a moment (it was 2 am in the morning!) and then shyly undid my belt and zipper. No matter how many times Rubina or Rashida ordered me to strip, so that I could be spanked in the nude, I always felt shy undressing in front of them. It didn't stop the punishments of course, and Rashida even said she thought it was "cute". I fumbled with the string on my pajamas before sliding my jammies down my legs. Rubina reached out and with the nail of her index finger, stroked my penis. She then wrapped her fingers around and started to rub my shaft. I shuddered at her touch and she laughed. She then took my testicles in her other hand and began to roll them around. She gave me a little pinch, and I gasped, which made her laugh. Rubina let go of my dick and asked me, "When was the last time you masturbated, baba?". "I-I ..." Still holding my balls with one hand, Rubina hit my face with the other. SLAP! "I asked you a question, baba." "Yes, choto bua. I am sorry. I, er, masturbated two days ago, choto bua." Rubina then let go of my balls and grabbed my dick, starting to stroke me once again. My manhood slowly ebbed and throbbed and I started to get hard. Perhaps she was going to stroke me to an orgasm, I thought hopefully, as she continued to rub my member to and fro. I was now quite rigid. Then she let go and started to laugh. "Look at your so-called-cock!" She had a smirk on her face. "Is this the largest it can get?" "Er ... yes, choto bua." SLAP! "You should be ashamed of yourself, baba. I have seen a few men, and all had dicks which WHEN SOFT was larger and thicker than when yours is hard! Your dick is just like you, a sissy. And you call this pathetic little twig a dick?" She laughed. SLAP! "Yes, choto bua." I cringed in shame as Rubina continued to mock me and slap me. "I have seen your driver pee once, baba, and he did not know I was looking. He had a much bigger dick than yours." "Yes, choto bua." SLAP! "Even the local milkman, Ramu, I saw him once pee on the side of a wall in the back alley -- and that low class worker had a larger cock than you." "Yes, choto bua." SLAP! My face blushed red in shame as Rubina stated exactly what she thought of my manhood. "No wonder you are such an emasculated bitch, baba." "Yes, choto bua." SLAP! "You allow your maids to strip you whenever we want and slap you as we wish and punish you and spank you as we like!" "Yes, choto bua." SLAP! "We make you walk around your own house naked and you never protest, you accept our orders meekly, like a dog obeys its mistresses. You are not a real man, baba." "Yes, choto bua." SLAP! "By this time, any real man would have never allowed himself to be punished by his mere maid servants for this long, baba." "Yes, choto bua." SLAP! "A REAL man would have dragged us to HIS bed, fucked us repeatedly, deposited oodles of cum in OUR cunts, and would have ripped our asshole open with his giant DICK, before kicking us, his maid servants, out of his house long ago. We maid servants would exist just for HIS mere pleasure." "Er ... yes, choto bua." SLAP! "And yet, YOU, you allow your maid servants, and one of them who is younger than you, to repeatedly whip you, slap you, cane you, spank you, IN THE NUDE, and not to mention, pee on you, spit on you, insult you, lead you around on a leash like the bitch you are. You exist for OUR pleasure. You are OUR slave. OUR maid! Our BITCH!" "Yes, choto bua." I felt humiliated beyond belief. My maid was telling me exactly where I stood with them, and she was slapping me while saying it, and I could not stop her. Her belittling of my manhood was emasculating, but I was helpless. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Rubina then led me, stark-naked, by the ear, out of my room, and through the hall way, to the servants' quarters and to her room. Usually, on Mondays and Thursdays, when I would walk to Rashida's room to be spanked, I would undress only when I was inside her room, with the door shut. After my punishment, I would put on my clothes, and walk back clothed. Right now, Rubina was leading me, by the ear, completely in the buff, through my own house, to her room, with nary a protest from me. Her taunts were true. I was not man enough to protest. Rubina led me to the centre of her room, let go of my now very red ear, and slapped me again. "Now, baba, raise your arms!" I complied. "Bend down, you slave, and touch your toes!" I remained in this position as Rubina went over and shut the door. I could hear the latch being drawn, and then she returned and stood behind me, pressing her fully clothed body against my naked behind. She reached around and once more held my now limp penis in her hand. "This small needle of yours that you call a penis, baba," She declared, "is the reason you are now in the room of your female servant, naked, bent over, awaiting punishment, instead of pleasure." "Yes, choto bua." "You masturbate because you have a small cock, baba. You know you can never satisfy a real woman with that. So you let yourself be the object of satisfaction for a real woman." She laughed. "Yes, choto bua." I did not know what else to say but agree with her! She now held my balls, and I was afraid she was going to squeeze them. I heaved a sigh of relief as she let go. "Your punishment will start now, baba." It was a long and hard series of punishments that lasted well over a couple of hours. Rubina first slapped me until my cheeks were glowing red. Then she made me stand in the corner for half an hour until my legs started to cramp. Rubina then ordered me to raise my hands behind my neck and spread my legs apart. She then proceeded to thrash me across the butt with the back of her hairbrush. Thirty strokes later, I was allowed a small break. Rubina then brought an old chair and placed it in the middle of the room. She then had me bend over the back of the chair, face down, grabbing the seat of the chair with my butt high up in the air. Another thirty lashings with her cane followed on my derriere, before once again I was sent to the corner for some "quiet time". Then she sat on her bed and made me lie across her lap, over her knees, with my penis buried amidst the folds of her sari, in between her legs. By this time, my bum was stinging. Combined with the previous punishments in the afternoon, I was squirming every time she touched my butt, and rivers of tears rolled down my cheeks as I begged her for mercy. Rubina was having none of it. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Rubina spanked me first with her bare hand, and when she grew tired of it, she used her slipper. And then she went back to the hand. The room reverberated with the sharp sounds of her hand on the flesh of my buttocks as she smacked me, again and again and again. When she was finally done, Rubina ordered me to kneel down on the floor. She then slipped on a leash around my neck. "Come!" She ordered, "I want you on all fours, baba, like the dog you are. You are my bitch and don't you forget it." "Yes, choto bua." I followed Rubina out of the room, crawling on all fours, as she ordered. I was being led on a collar, like a mere dog out for a walk with her mistress. Rubina occasionally gave a sharp tug on the leash, when she felt I needed to crawl faster. "Faster, bitch." Finally, we were in the servants' washroom. Rubina unhooked the leash and let it hand from a hook on the wall. Holding me now by the ears, Rubina made me crouch on the dirty floor of the damp washroom. I was now at her feet, looking up. She then lifted up her sari and petticoat. I noticed that Rubina wasn't wearing any panties. Rubina tied up her bunched up sari and petticoat around her hips. With two fingers separating the lips of her pussy, Rubina began to pee. I opened my mouth as her yellow stream splashed on my face, taking in big gulps of her urine. My body was wet with her yellow fluid as she directed the stream over my head, wetting my hair, then on my face, and then on my body. When she was done, Rubina grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to her cunt. There was a strong sharp smell on her legs and the bathroom floor where I was kneeling, now drenched with her piss. I leaned forward and began to clean her dirty pussy with my tongue, quickly bringing her to orgasm as I licked her clit. Rubina told me to take a shower and head back to my room. My punishment was over (for that night, anyways). I took a shower in the maids' washroom, and then had to shiver as I walked back, in the buff, to my own room. Finally I was clothed again. I spent the night tossing and turning, with deep sleep proving elusive, due to my stinging ass. * * * The next morning, after freshening up, I walked to the kitchen. Rashida was busy making some toast. "Baba," she told me as soon as I walked in, "Can you take a look at my cell phone?" "Why, of course, bua," I replied, "What seems to be the trouble?" "I don't seem to have any network." Rashida looked at me, puzzled. "I have switched it on and off several times to no effect." In a trice, it dawned upon me. The one instruction I was to carry out yesterday, that for the life of me, I couldn't recall. I was to have paid the cellphone bills for Rashida and Rubina! You see, the maids have a prepaid cellphone, and every month it is my job to fill the account with credit so they can have enough talk time to last through the month. Rashida had told me her cellphone account was going to run dry, and I was supposed to have put enough money in it by yesterday morning. Yet, I had forgotten. And then I had gone and ogled the vegetable lady's butt and then got my own butt into all sorts of trouble. My face must have shown my alarm, as Rashida immediately sized up the situation. "Did you fill my account, baba?" She asked. "I ... I ... I really forgot, bua." I decided to confess. "I was going to do it in the morning, but then with the party preparations, and then, er, my punishments, I ... forgot completely, bua." "Hmm." Rashida seemed to mull my indiscretion. Her voice was even as she spoke, "At least baba you decided not to lie this time." "Yes, bua, I understand," I answered. "It was my mistake to try and lie yesterday, bua." "Good." Rashida handed me her cellphone. "Now, baba, I don't have time to discipline you now. I need my cellphone fixed." "Yes, bua." So apparently, breakfast would have to wait. "Go down to the paan store in the corner, baba, and get my account filled RIGHT NOW." "Yes, bua." I grabbed her phone and made a motion to leave immediately. "Baba, wait." Uh oh, I thought. "You are walking funnily. Did you get any beatings from Rubina last night, baba?" Completely thrown off by the question, I was dumbstruck for a moment, and then gathered my wits around me. "Yes, bua." "Good. And exactly how were you chastised baba?" "I ... er ..." I recounted last night's humiliating incidents to her. "Baba!" Rashida ordered. "Turn around, and drop your pants, and bend over please. I want to see your behind, and see if she did a good job." "Yes, bua." Obediently I turned around, slowly stepped out of my pants, and bent over, presenting my ass to my maid. The situation vividly demonstrated her hold over me. She was the maid, and I the master, and yet it was I that was bent over, naked from the waist down, trying to remain still as my maid examined my bum methodically at her leisure. I squirmed on Rashida's every touch on my skin -- my buttocks were still quite sore. "Rubina has done well." Rashida tapped my butt when she was done. "Baba, I have decided not to punish you for the cellphone mistake now. I have other things to do. When I see you this Monday night, I will punish you then." "Yes, bua." "Do you know what your punishment will be, baba?" "I ... er ... you know best, bua." "When you come to my room that night, baba, wear your pants with a leather belt." "Yes, bua." "I am going to use your own belt to give you twenty lashes." "Yes, bua." Ouch! "Now put on your pants, you shameless creature, and off you go." "Yes bua. As you wish, bua." The weekend passed quickly. I had a cricket match on Saturday evening, where I managed to hit a century despite my painful bottom, and on Sunday, quite a few of our relatives came to visit us for the whole day. They were with us till the evening, and the maids were kept busy making meals, tea, and other household work, and I was busy with my cousins, so I hardly encountered them. Monday morning, my parents were leaving for Malaysia. My father had a business conference to attend in Kuala Lumpur, and he was taking my mother along. They would spend some time on the beaches there as well, and would return the next Sunday evening -- in almost two weeks. After seeing them off at the airport, I headed to the university, where my classes would keep my busy till the evening. It was a warm April night. The long lasting famous Kolkata winter had long gone, and spring was fast turning into balmy days and humid nights. The air conditioning was in full swing in our house. I was busy studying for my final exams that were happening in a couple of months. At exactly 10.25 pm, I closed my book, shut off my laptop, and then got up. It was time to meet Rashida for my scheduled spanking, and I did not want to be late. I walked through the house to the servants' quarters and stood outside her room, waiting at the door. At exactly 10.30 pm, I knocked on the door. RAT-TAT-TAT! Rashida's booming voice beckoned at me, "Come in!" I opened the door and walked in. Rashida and Rubina were sitting on Rashida's bed, playing a board game -- Ludo. They hardly looked up at me, with Rashida merely nodding at me to acknowledge my presence -- pleased that I had shown up on time. By this time, I, of course, knew the procedure. I walked to the corner and started to undress. The shirt came off first. I carefully folded it and placed it on top of the chest of drawers. I then unbuckled my belt from my trousers, and carefully doubled and folded it, placing it to the side of the shirt. This same belt would be used on my poor booty by the end of the night. Then I wriggled out of my pants, before folding it and placing it on top of my shirt, and then turned my face to the corner, with my behind to my buas. I was now standing completely in the nude in my maid servants' room, ready for my punishment, while they completely ignored me and continued with their game. I strained my ears and caught bits and pieces of their conversation. Every time they would mention "baba", Rubina would say something and both would laugh. I heard the world 'cuckold' being used a couple of times. Rubina was joking that I would make a fine cuckold to some lucky wife in the future. Rashida laughed heartily and admitted she had someone in mind already, and Rubina joined in the laughter. About twenty minutes later, Rubina called out to me. "Baba, come here. It is time." "Yes, choto bua." Like an obedient puppy, ecstatic that his mistress has acknowledged his presence, I turned and walked to my maid. Rubina stood up as I approached the bed, and grabbed hold of my right ear and started to twist it. She painfully pulled my ear this way and then that. "Baba, how old are you?" "Twenty, choto bua." "And how old am I, baba?" "Er, nineteen, choto bua." "So you are older than me." "Yes, choto bua." "And yet here you are, baba, getting a painful kaan dola (ear twisting) from me. Are you not ashamed of being punished by someone younger than you, baba?" "I ... I ..." "Shut up, baba." Rubina led me forcefully by the ear to the centre of the room, where there was an old chair. Rubina sat down on the chair, and then told me to kneel down at her feet. I obeyed, so that my face was now at her waist level. She was wearing a strong perfume that reminded me of fresh apples, and I could see her bare navel through the thin material of her sari. Rashida remained seated at the edge of her bed, watching my humiliation. "I am going to start by slapping you, baba." She announced. "And you will count out the slaps and thank me for each one." "Yes, choto bua." SLAP! "One. Thank you for the slap, choto bua. I am so sorry bua. Please slap me again." SLAP! "Two. Th-" "Baba!" Rubina interrupted me. "I only told you to count... " SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "... not to apologize or ask for another slap. Just merely count and thank." "Yes, choto bua." SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "The first slap will not count. And neither will all these. You will begin at one again, baba." "Yes, choto bua." SLAP! "One. Thank you for the slap, choto bua." "Perfect. That's how I want it, baba. Now, start all over again." "Yes, choto bua." SLAP! "One. Thank you for the slap, choto bua." "Perfect. You are such a lovely little bitch." "Thank you, choto bua." SLAP! "Two. Thank you for the slap, choto bua." "Look at the marks of my fingers on your cheeks, baba." SLAP! "Three. Thank you for the slap, choto bua." "Your nice little dick likes these slaps, baba?" "Yes, choto bua." Rubina had correctly observed my arousal at my humiliation. Indian Maid Spanks Me Ch. 05 SLAP! "Three ... er, four! Sorry, choto bua. Thank you for the slap, choto bua." "Tsk. Tsk. Baba, start again from one." "Yes, choto bua." SLAP! "One. Thank you for the slap, choto bua." The slaps continued, and I dutifully counted. In a way, it was more humiliating to just count and thank her, rather than count and apologize for a misdeed. Rubina was showing me that she could slap me any time she wanted, and for no reason at all if she wished to. And, as she was correctly demonstrating, I was her slave who would loyally accept it, and thank her for it. After thirty slaps, Rubina told me to stand up. My face was burning. You could be slapped, caned, whipped -- but there was nothing more demeaning than being slapped by your bua. Rubina ordered me to fetch my belt and give it to Rashida. I went over to where I had folded my clothes, picked up my belt, walked to the bed and handed it over to my older maid. It was a good leather belt, with a big buckle on one end, and felt firm and tough in one's hand. Rashida stood up, and she doubled the belt by holding both of the ends in her right hand, thus halving its length but increasing its effective thickness, making it behave more like a strap. I knew then I was going to get a proper flogging. Rashida led me by the hand to the chair. I appreciated the fact that she did not grab and lead me by the ear, which would have been even more humbling. Rashida was going to hit me with my own belt, and she knew I am submitting completely to her, so she didn't need to degrade me further by dragging me by the ear. I valued her little display of fondness for me, in stark comparison to the contempt Rubina held for me. Rubina had by now stood up and was awaiting us. Rashida ordered me to bend over the chair, with my head real low, and hands gripping the cushion on the seat, thus protruding my butt high in the air. "Tarek," Rashida announced a new law for me, as I awaited my belting. "From now on, whenever you come every Monday and Thursday for your punishments, I want you to wear pants with this belt on." "Yes, bua." "This is so that, baba, I always have one near hand when I want to thump my little slave girl's ass, and also for you as a constant reminder that your ass belongs to me." "Yes, bua. Your wish is my command." "It should be, baba." Rashida snickered. "You are worthless as a man except to serve me and pleasure me, baba." "Yes, bua. I only aim to please you, bua." "And sometimes you do a very poor job of it. Now, baba, I am going to give you twenty lashes." Rashida announced. "And this time, baba, I want you to count, AND thank me, AND ask me for another one." "Yes, bua." "Good. Now, my little bitch, spread your legs so you can raise that pretty behind of yours. Nice and high. I don't want to miss and trust me, you don't want me to miss either." "Yes, bua." The wait for the first lashing of the belt is always unbearable. Rashida now stood to my left, and placed her left hand on my lower back. I was tensed up as I felt her thick hand against the skin of my buns. She then took a step back. It's coming, I thought. I feel the belt brush my ass cheeks. Rashida briefly let it dangle into the crack between my buttocks, prolonging my agony. She slid it over my buttocks down to my thighs and then back again, repeating this several times. Finally, deciding to begin, Rashida raised her hand high, and swung down with brutal speed and force. The belt flew up in the air, and then there was a loud snap as the Rashida struck me square across the middle of my trunk. WHIP! "O-o-one! Thank you, bua. Please spank me again, bua." A hot, burning pain stung me and instantly spread throughout my fanny. WHIP! "Two. Thank you, bua. Please spank me again, bua." The flaying was intense. Rashida kept recovery time to a minimum. Barely would I be finished mumbling my count, with the pain hardly losing intensity at the point of contact, when Rashida would belt me again. I was thrashing about in agony, crying shamelessly, barely able to endure, and yet Rashida kept on raining the blows in rapid succession. Finally, after twenty sharp strokes that lit my buttocks on fire, Rashida stopped and took a step back. I remained bent over the chair, panting and sobbing. "I'm so sorry bua, *sob* really, please forgive me. *sob* I will never forget your cell phone bill again *sob*, I promise." My bottom was now covered in a series of welts, yet I knew I was forbidden from raising my hand and rubbing my behind. Cruelly, Rubina decided to do it, and rather than soothing me, it prolonged my pain sharply. Her fingers irritated the soreness, and she pressed hard, pinching and patting my sore caboose. I heard the maids laugh as Rubina probed and prodded my ass, eliciting cries and tears of pain from me. Rashida then told me to go and stand in the corner while they decided if further punishment was necessary. So there I was, stark naked, standing in the corner of my maid servant's room in a docile fashion, my clothes dutifully folded on her desk, standing in disgrace, facing the wall in the corner, with my back towards the bed, where my housemaids Rashida and Rubina were sitting on her bed, talking to each other, completely ignoring me - and my very, very, red and stinging bum, and my equally flushed and very well-slapped face. I reflected on my situation. I am the scion and heir apparent of a strong, noble, powerful family. And yet now, I was standing, in the nude, fully compliant, in front of my housemaids, having just been beaten on my derriere by one of them, and slapped on my face by the other. And my housemaids were of course fully clothed. Not only did spanking my bare ass cause me maximum pain, but it also put them in complete command, and me at their mercy. In my own house, whenever they wanted, and wherever they wanted, my maids were free to pull my pants down and spank, slap, belt, whip or cane me, as they wished. After what seemed like hours, but were in face only ten minutes, Rashida ordered, "Baba, come here!" "Yes, bua," I replied. I turned around, and walked over to the bed, stopping just in front of them. Rashida raised a hand and tenderly cupped my balls. "Do you think you have been punished enough, baba?" She asked me, gently kneading my balls between her thumb and forefinger, as one would roll a ball of dough. "Was this humiliating enough for you, slave?" I had just been punished by bending over and getting belted by her, and Rubina had slapped me several times until her fingers left sharp red marks on my cheeks. And now I was standing in front of them, helplessly having my balls examined by a woman who was, unbelievably, merely my maid. "Yes, bua." I answered hopefully. Perhaps Rashida would let me go for giving an honest answer. In any case, she couldn't fault me for lying. "I am really sorry for causing you trouble. I am yours to punish, my mistresses, but please forgive me." "Tell us again what you did, baba." Rashida asked me in a sweet, sultry voice. "Actually, tell Rubina, how, through your negligence, you put me in a ridiculous position." "Yes, bua. Choto bua." I now addressed Rubina, inwardly groaning. Being asked to recount why I was being punished by servants was never a good thing. I mentally prepared myself for more chastisement. Rashida meanwhile moved her hands from my balls to my dick. She wrapped her hands around my flaccid member and started to softly stroke it. Despite all that had gone on, unbelievably I started to respond to her touch and get hard. "I failed to check the account balance that pays off bua's cellphone bills every month." I admitted, as my penis started to grow. "It was my job to ensure you and her cellphone bills are paid, and that the accounts have enough money. I forgot to do that this month, and as a result bua's cell phone service was cut off." "Two days." Rashida told me, continuing to fondle my genitals, and no doubt aware of my semi-hard erection. "For two days I was without a cellphone connection. It was so infuriating!" "I am so sorry, bua." My eyes were cast down. "Please, please forgive me." "Baba!" Rashida let go of my now turgid dick before ordering, "Turn around. And bend over!" I obeyed, turning around and bending over so that my bum was now ready for their examination. It was hard, as I had to now position my erect member between my legs. I could feel a couple of hands on my buttocks, running over my welts, and checking out the results of my punishment. "I don't think he has been spanked enough, apa." Rubina confided to Rashida. "Twenty is always too little for baba now." "You are right," Rashida agreed, pinching my butt cheeks, causing me to cry out in pain. "His behind has hardened considerably since I first put him over my knee for a hand spanking. Rubina, I think baba needs your chappal." "Yes, apa," Rubina gleefully agreed, as I silently moaned. Rubina got up and stood beside me to my left. I was still bent over, since they hadn't given me permission to move. Rubina reached out and grabbed my left ear with her right hand and twisted it. Dragging me by the ear, she walked over to where the chair was. I was dreading the punishment to come. A chappal was an Indian slipper, usually made of sponge or rubber material, and worn mostly by the lower class. When Rashida or Rubina spanked me with a chappal, firstly it was a hugely degrading affair in that I, their employer's son, was lying naked across a common maid's knees, and getting beaten with her slipper. And secondly, it was very painful as the chappal would bend and impact a much larger area of my buttocks with a stinging blow. Rubina sat down on the chair, and rather than positioning me across her lap, over her knees, she made me stand to her left and wrapped her left arm around my waist, holding me tight. "Raise your arms and place them behind your neck, baba." Rubina commanded, and I abided. "Look how obedient our little slave girl is." She commented, and Rashida laughed. I was now standing helplessly, held firmly by Rubina, naked and vulnerable. "I am going to hit you with my chappal until apa tells me to stop." Rubina informed me. "And, this time, you have to count, thank and apologize every time." "Yes, choto bua. I am only fit enough for your sandal." WHAP! "Owwww! One, thank you, choto bua, for the spank. I am sorry for my mistake. Please hit me again." "How does it feel, baba, to be spanked by someone who is not only your maid, but younger to you as well?" Rubina taunted me. "I should be looking up to you in respect, and instead you are disgracefully getting a beating from me." WHAP! "Ow! Ow! Ow! Two, thank you, choto bua. I am indeed ashamed. Please hit me again." "Certainly, baba. You have no dignity left, baba. You are just fit to carry out our orders." WHAP! "*sob* *sob* Three, thank you, choto bua. Yes, my mistress, I exist only to serve you. Please hit me again." "What you need, baba, is to be punished every day, every hour." WHAP! "Four, thank you, choto bua. I am very sorry. Please hit me again." WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! And so it continued. Rubina spanked each ass cheek, alternating between them. She swung repeatedly, hardly giving me time to catch my breath as I apologized and counted up. "If only his female friends could see him now!" Rashida laughed, as Rubina took a breather and patted my red butt, causing me sharp stabs of pain. "The vice captain of the cricket team, naked, in the arms of his maid, being beaten by her chappal!" WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! By the twentieth strike, I was whimpering for mercy, as my ass had turned a dark crimson red. Rashida decided it still wasn't enough, and the beatings continued. When the count reached forty, I was sobbing, with tears flowing, and my ass jerking around as Rubina held me in a tight vice-like grip. She could be little, but she was strong. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! "Don't move, baba. I will only repeat the beatings if you move." WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! She finally stopped when I counted out the fiftieth stroke. "Fifty, *sob* thank you, choto bua. *sob* Please forgive me." I sobbed. "I will never do it again. *sob* Please spank me again." "He wants mercy and asks me to spank him again." Rubina laughed, as did Rashida. "I think fifty was enough, what do you think, apa?" "Yes," Rashida agreed. "Baba, come here." The younger maid released me, and I dutifully walked over to stand in front of my older maid, sobbing and whimpering, gingerly rubbing my very, very sore bum. All dignity I had had been stripped from me tonight. "Do you think you have been humiliated enough, baba?" Rashida asked me again, once more kneading my balls between her fingers. "Yes, bua." I managed to blurt out between my sniffling. "Please don't beat me on my pasa ('pasa' is Bengali for ass or buttocks) now, bua." "Will you ever repeat your mistake?" Rashida gently squeezed one of my testicles. "No! No, bua," I answered, as she let go of my balls. "I promise." Rubina had by the time walked over and stood beside us. She now watched in amusement as Rashida once again gently stroked my manhood. "He doesn't take too long to get hard, does he?" Rubina exclaimed. "Yes, I have noticed that." Rashida confirmed, continuing to rub me. Then she recounted an incident. "Once I punished baba severely, putting him across my knees and spanking his bare bum with my hand, and after a good thrashing, he was crying, begging for me to stop. And then I made him stand and started to rub his dick." "Let me guess, he started to become hard immediately." "Yes!" Rashida laughed. "It was funny. He was crying, his face and ass red, and his dick hard!" Rashida's hands were now moving up and down my shaft, and once more my penis sprang to life. "That's one thing I like about him." Rashida told Rubina. "He's young, he's fun to play with, and he's full of cum." Rashida then stopped stroking me and made me stand right in front of her, facing her, as she sat on the bed. "The problem is, baba," Rashida told me, "You are always negligent in your duties, and whenever we punish you, you promise to be dutiful, before again committing the same mistake." "I am so sorry, bua." I was genuinely repentant. "I will obey as much as I can." "You need more punishment. But fear not! I am not going to spank you now." Rashida quickly added, as I looked at her in alarm. "This is going to be a different sort of punishment." Rashida then told me to sit on her lap. Hesitating for just a little bit, I turned around and sat down on her lap, with my naked butt resting on her thighs. Immediately I had to stand up, as my sensitive pasa reacted to the fabric of her sari with what seemed like an electric shock. My antics had my maids in stitches. Rashida then grabbed me by the hips and forced me to sit on her lap, and held me firmly. "You see, baba, you need to learn COMPLETE, and UTTER, obedience. You need to learn ABSOLUTE LOYALTY to your mistresses - to us. This is a Monday, and your parents are returning the next Sunday night from their trip - so these two weeks are a perfect chance." "Yes, bua." I answered, not really knowing where this was heading. Rashida started to stroke my cock again, and her stroking had made me semi-hard. My whimpering had stopped, even though my ass was burning from just sitting on Rashida's lap. Rashida switched repeatedly from stroking my manhood to caressing my balls, as I sat on her lap, keenly listening to her. Rubina had by this time grabbed the chair and had sat down in front of us. So there was I, naked as the day I was born, in the presence of two fully clothed women in saris, my housemaids, and I was sitting on the lap of one of them with her hands playing with my manhood, and facing the other one. "Baba," Rashida asked, "Do you remember the very first time you got a spanking from me?" "Yes, bua." I cringed in embarrassment. "I remember." "Tell me, why did I spank you, baba?" "I ... I ...bua ... I ..." "Look at him!" Rashida smiled and turned to Rubina. "Here he is, in his maid's room. I have just spanked him with his own belt, and you, a maid younger than him, have just slapped him on his face, and then thrashed him with your chappal. His ass is bright crimson from our beating, he is sitting naked on my lap, his butt resting on my thighs, and his testicles are in my hands, and he is too ashamed to talk about the first time he got a mere spanking from me!" Both of them laughed as I flushed a bright beetroot red with shame. "Baba, tell me." Rashida continued to knead my balls. "Before I have to spank you again." "Yes, bua." I complied. "I was masturbating, with my dick in my hand, when you walked in." "And what were you masturbating to, baba?" "I was picturing my English teacher, Ms Patel, and ... and ... and you, bua." "Hmm." Rashida was now stroking my cock, which was quite hard. I was hoping I did not cum over her, but I needn't have worried. Rashida knew exactly what my point of no return was, and she would always stop before that, waiting until I was limp, and then start stroking again. "And then what happened, baba?" "Er, you punished me, bua. You, er, stripped me naked, twisted my ears, slapped me, and then put me over your knees and spanked me." "I punished you for masturbating to thoughts of me, your maid - someone you should respect." Rashida told me firmly. "Now tell me about the second time I had to spank you, baba." "I ... er ... you caught me trying to watch Rubina, sorry, I mean choto bua, take a shower, and ..." "That's when I caned you for trying to catch a glimpse of one of your maids, naked. Again, you had to be punished, baba, for thinking of us maids in a sexual way." "Yes, bua." "And the other day you were ogling Shabina, the vegetable lady." "Yes, bua." "It seems that while you may be afraid to masturbate while thinking of me or Rubina, you don't extend the same courtesy to other lower class working women." "Yes, bua, I mean, no, bua, I mean ..." "Are there days, baba," Rashida continued her interrogation, while keeping up her fondling of my weenie, "When I spanked you for masturbating, baba, because I specifically told you NOT to cum on those days?" "Yes, bua." I humbly replied, my eyes down with shame. "It's a recurring theme." Rashida gently cupped my balls before giving them a sharp squeeze so I sat up straight. "We had to punish you several times, sometimes with a severe spanking, until we got your masturbation mostly under control. Nowadays, for the most part, you play with yourself only when we permit you to." "Yes, bua." It was true. Now, whenever I needed to relieve myself, I would ask Rashida for permission. She never said no yet, and if I was really, really, really lucky and she was in a good mood, Rashida would take care of me herself. And yes, there were times when I couldn't control myself and do it, but somehow Rashida always found out. Indian Maid Spanks Me Ch. 06 Chapter 6 -- My Sixth Punishment From The Indian Maid My maids make me their personal maid and chore slave (continued) -- Tarek I would like to thank Ms. AT Khan for reviewing some of the story with me. - Tarek Let me start once again from the events of the following morning. I had just woken up with a sore bum - the result of last night's spankings. I was just about to head to my washroom when I remembered what had happened the night before. "Oh, man." I thought. I recalled the helpless way I had been seated, naked, helpless, humiliated, on my maid Rashida's lap, my bum resting on her thighs, her hands fondling my manhood, stroking me and kneading my balls. I remembered my ardent desire to cum, but the desperate way I controlled myself, no doubt that reaching orgasm without permission would have serious consequences. "A man would agree to anything in that situation to be permitted to cum." I was trying miserably to rationalize to myself as I realized what I had agreed to. It's amazing what a guy will acquiesce to when he's sitting naked on a woman's lap, and she is stroking his penis, and the guy is hoping she will let him ejaculate. I recalled all of Rashida's instructions - how I was to be their total slave for the next few days. And how here was I, walking into my own kitchen wearing only a T-shirt. A T-shirt that barely went past my navel and my exposed butts tingled as I walked down the hall way, pausing just for a moment outside the kitchen door, before walking in. Rubina heard me walk in and turned around. "Ah, there you are baba. I was wondering if you would be on time, or we would have to discipline you for being late." I was, of course, standing there in shock, like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle, looking at Shabina the vegetable lady with a dazed look. I had expected only Rubina or Rashida there. These maids have seen and punished me in the nude, so while I was conscious of my vulnerability and my state of undress, I wasn't expecting any one else to see me in my pitiful condition. Of course, a real man would never have been in that condition to start with. A real man, as Rubina liked to occasionally remind me, would never let himself be whipped by his maids. She would often taunt in Bengali, "amake amaar mota mota pasa-e chabuk marto and raatre chodto", which roughly translated to "a real man would whip me across my bodacious buttocks and fuck me roughly at night". And as the maids would repeat often, I wasn't a real man. I was their boy toy, their slave, or, as they lately often called me adorably, their 'kutti' (bitch). "Cat got your tongue, kutti?" Rubina once again asked me, a little bit of anger creeping into her voice. I noticed Shabina had a somewhat bemused glance on her face. It was now clear she had been briefed on my situation, and was not totally surprised to see me like this. Shame, horror, acute panic were all the feelings that quickly ran rampant as I realized I was now exhibiting full frontal nudity to a lowly woman who was a mere vegetable delivery lady. "I .... I ...." I stuttered, before composing myself. "Choto bua, can I go to the washroom?" Rubina snapped her fingers. "Not now!" She said. "First, come here, baba!" Meekly, I walked over to stand in front of her, eyes cast down in shame. "There, didn't I tell you!" Rubina spoke triumphantly to Shabina. "Your respected baba is just my mere slave, my bitch." She then turned to me. "Isn't that right, baba?" "Ah ... y-yes, choto bua. I, er ..." "Speak up!" Rubina ordered. "I asked you a question." "Yes. choto bua." I spoke up. "I am your bitch, your slave." It didn't help my pathetic situation that I had a hard on, having just woken up. Rubina turned to Shabina. "Here is baba, our slave, as I was just telling you. Naked, and ready to submit and obey." "I see it, yet I am not sure I believe it." Shabina exclaimed. "Do you really punish him as you said you do?" Rubina laughed and replied, "Just watch." She then turned to me. "Baba, I am going to slap you. You will count and thank me, and ask to be slapped again." "Yes, choto bua. Please slap me." Rubina then raised her hand. SLAP! Her fingers made a thundering crack as my cheeks flushed a bright red. "One. Thank you, choto bua." Almost by rote, I replied. "Please slap me again." SLAP! A warm, resounding smack resulted as she now slapped my other cheek. "Two. Thank you, choto bua. Please slap me again." "Wow." Was all Shabina said. I stood there shamelessly as Rubina slapped me a few more times. SLAP! "Baba here has no self respect." SLAP! "A real man would never submit to this degradation." SLAP! "Baba is only fit enough to be a slave. A cuckold in training." SLAP! "Baba." Rubina now grabbed hold of my left ear and twisted it sharply. "Why did you not say salaam to Shabina apa when you entered the kitchen?" "I am so sorry, choto bua." I turned to face Shabina. Or I turned as much as I could, given that Rubina was still holding me by the ear. If you think you have ever been humiliated, think about me. I had a hard on, I was naked from waist down, I was just slapped and now being given a kaan dola (ear twist) by a maid who was of my age (actually slightly younger), and all of this was taking place in front of my vegetable lady. "Salaams Shabina." I greeted her respectfully. "I ... ouch!" I yelped as Rubina gave my ear a sharp pull. "Call her apu." Rubina told me, continuing to tug my ear. "Shabina apu would do if there are others around, but she is apu to you." She twisted my ear even more sharply and ordered, "NEVER call Shabina apa by name." "Yes, choto bua. Apu." I acquiesced. 'Apu', or 'Apa' both meant sister in Bengali and was usually the term used to respectfully address a woman close to your age, but older. "Salaams, Shabina apu." I repeated my greeting. "And salaam to you to, baba." Shabina smirked and returned my greeting, as Rubina stopped punishing my ear. "Baba." Rubina wasn't finished. "Show her your bangle." I showed Shabina my right hand. She saw the mark of shame that Rubina had placed on me - her own bangle - signifying that I am not a real man and only fit to be a slave girl to my own maid servants. Rubina told Shabina how I reported to my maids for my weekly punishments and how, now, I was their total slave, ready to obey their slightest wish, and asking for permission for every single act. I was naked, I had to pee, and I had a hard on. And my cheeks stung from her slaps. And to cap it all, Shabina was now smiling at my predicament. Two days ago, she was the deferential lower class vegetable lady who avoided eye contact with me out of respect. And here she was, taking in my humiliation with gusto. Rubina now held my penis with her hand. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and gently rubbed the tip of my manhood with her thumb, and then turned to Shabina. "Have you ever seen a smaller penis than this?" She asked, making me squirm in shame. My disgrace was amplified as Shabina burst out laughing. "Oh, no." Shabina replied, walking in closer, until both of them pressed against me. "I don't think it's even fit to be called a penis. It's a weenie." Rubina let go of my member. Laughing, Shabina now took my member in her hand, gently kneading my balls, and stroking me softly, while watching my reaction. "He won't cum in my hands, will he?" She asked Rubina. "Oh, no." Rubina replied confidently. "We got him well trained. And if he does, baba knows what to expect." Shabina continued to stroke me. My cock was now painfully throbbing, aware that it was being excited, but also full of pee. "Is that as hard as you get?" Shabina asked me. This was a lady who used to stutter if I ever addressed her, and who never spoke to me unless I spoke to her first. And here she was, stroking me and asking me derogatively if I was completely hard. "Yes, Sh... er, yes apu." I answered. "Baba, let me tell you something." Shabina wrapped her fingers around my shaft and gently fondled me to and fro. "Do you know what your weenie is good for?" I didn't know the answer, so I remained silent. "It's only good for peeing, baba. It can never satisfy a real woman." "I ... I ... yes, apu. You are right of course, apu." "Say it." Rubina commanded, watching in amusement as Shabina moved on to caress my balls. "Say, 'I will never satisfy a real woman with my peepee.' Say it!" "Yes, choto bua. I will never satisfy a real woman with my peepee." "You will never be able to fuck your wife properly." Rubina told me. "She will never be satisfied with your weenie." "Yes, choto bua." The words made me cringe with embarrassment. "I will never f... never gratify my wife properly." "You will always be a cuckold, baba." Shabina now let go of my cock, walked around to face me and crossed her arms. "Is it true, as Rubina told me, that you were ogling me the other day when I was delivering my wares here? I heard you were staring at my ass when I was bending down to put down the packages?" The question hit me like a thunderbolt out of the blue. l looked at her, in the futile hope that she was bluffing, or fishing for an answer, but one look at her steely eyes and I knew that she knew. Rashida, or more likely Rubina, had told her. "Er, yes, apu. I am so sorry, apu." Shabina reached out and held my chin with her hand. And then, very quickly, she moved her hand. SLAP! Shabina had slapped me! "Why, baba? Why were you ogling my ass?" SLAP! "I ... I ..." My mind was in a whirl. For the first time, a lady other than Rashida or Rubina had slapped me. SLAP! "I don't like being ogled by the likes of sissies like you." SLAP! "I am so sorry, apu. Please, please forgive me. It will never happen again." SLAP! "I am so sorry, apu. Please, slap me again." Rubina now took over. "Baba, turn around," Rubina commanded me. "Face the wall." "Yes, choto bua." My back to the women, they continued to discuss my case as if I wasn't even there. "He has some gall, eyeing me up." Shabina told Rubina. "If only my boyfriend Rupok knew, he would beat baba up. Rupok is a real man, unlike baba here." "Why don't you tell Rupok?" Rubina egged her. Shabina shook her head. "I don't think it's worth it. Besides, it's not like baba's any threat. I just slapped him. I, a lowly woman who sells vegetables door to door, slapped him -- the son of the most powerful businessman in the city. And what does he do? He cries for forgiveness, and yet his dick is erect, hoping to be slapped again!" They laughed, as I listened on in awkward mortification. "And did you see the size of the nunu? Boy, he is like a baby compared to my Rupok." Nunu was the Bengali word for penis, and the two ladies continued to discuss the sizes of the cocks of various men from the help and other servants who apparently were all giants compared to me. Shabina giggled and said in addition to her boyfriend, she also had sex with our driver Sultan, and Rubina agreed that Sultan had one humongous dick. "Sultan and I did it once, in the garden." Rubina confessed to Shabina. "I swear he was as big as this ..." She raised her hands apart for effect. "I couldn't feel the insides of my vagina for days." "Wow." Shabina exclaimed. "I know Ramu's big too, have you ever had Ramu?" She was talking about the milkman. "He's hung like a horse. I tried taking him all in my mouth once, and he just oozed and oozed gallons of cum." I was then called once again to turn around and stand in front of them. "This is why," Rubina told me, as she reached out and grabbed hold of my now flaccid penis again. "You will never fuck us. You will serve us." "Yes, choto bua." I squirmed as she squeezed my balls. "I am your servant. Your kutti. Your slave. Your toilet." Rubina let go of my genitals and snapped her fingers, and in a trice I was prostrate on the floor, on my knees, my bum in the air, and my lips planting wet kisses on her toes. Then she hauled me up by the ear and turned me around to face Shabina. "If I ever catch you ogling me again," My vegetable lady warned me, "You will get a much more severe beating from me. You are a weak girl boy with a bangle on your hand." "Yes, apu." Rubina then pulled my ear and turned me towards her, and slapped me a final few times (while I pathetically asked her for more). She then told me, "OK, we are done here. You now have my permission to go to the washroom to pee and freshen up." "Yes, choto bua. Thank you, choto bua. Take care, apu. Thank you for punishing me, my mistresses." I turned around to head for my washroom. "Where do you think you are going?" A sharp pull to my ear stopped me in my tracks. Rubina then gave me a painful ear twist for a few minutes, reprimanding me for heading towards my washroom. "You are now a servant of the servants, a maid of the maids. Your place is now the maids' washroom." "Yes, choto bua. I am sorry, choto bua." My status as a maidservant of my housemaids was now solidified. I tamely headed to the maids' washroom. It was morning, I had yet to pee, and I had just run into only one of my maids -- and already I had been spanked, slapped and my ears were red. The day was just beginning. * * * Rashida, our older maid, was brushing her teeth in the maids' washroom. I had to walk all the way across to the servants' quarters (I was of course quite familiar with the way since I had to take it often to go to Rashida's room for my punishments), before going all the way to the end of the hall. The maids' washroom had a peculiar stink to it - and it wasn't as clean or gleaming as the regular bathrooms in our house. The door was open, and I could hear the water run in the sink. I peered in and could see Rashida with a toothbrush in her hand. She was just rinsing her mouth and spitting out into the sink. Oh, how I wish she would spit into my mouth! Little did I know soon this wish would also be true! "What do you want, baba?" She gently asked me. I told her I had to pee and then freshen up, and choto bua had said I was to use this washroom. "She's right, of course." Rashida was rinsing her mouth again. "So you just have to pee now, baba? You don't need to do No. 2? You don't need to go potty?" "No, bua." There I was, naked from the waist down, with a hard on, and cheeks fresh from being slapped by the younger maid as well as a vegetable lady, and here I was discussing my bathroom needs with my older maid. "I just need to pee." "Come on in, then." "Oh...." I paused. "But, bua, you are still ..." I left my sentence trailing. "That's OK." Rashida smiled at me. "You just have to pee, right. Come on in." Seeing me still rooted to the spot, Rashida added a little anger in her next statement. "That wasn't a suggestion, baba. That was an order. You are a dog, a bitch. And dogs don't get any privacy." "Of course, bua. I am your kutti." I didn't know it then, but my failure to obey this command of hers immediately was my first mistake of the day, for which I would be punished later that night. I walked over to the commode and sat down. Rashida was now brushing her hair with an old hairbrush. She was fully dressed, of course, and looked very motherly, as always. Her long hair was flowing loose and reached her hips, her sari was worn around her big body, and left her big waist and navel exposed, and the pallu was clipped to the top of her shoulder. Her blouse struggled to contain her humongous melons. Rashida, my maid, my mistress, stopped brushing her hair and looked at me. "Pee." She ordered. I began to urinate. Like the trained dog that I was, I complied with her order. It had been some time since I had woken up, and my bladder had been near bursting. The urine hit the inner walls of the commode with a vengeance. I cannot tell you how good it felt to relieve myself in front of Rashida. Gone were any notions of decency or shame I once had. It is an enormous sense of liberation, yes, liberation, that you can pee in front of another person, a woman to whom you have willingly surrendered yourself to. Other than a T-shirt, I was naked, urinating, completely vulnerable; yet I felt a sense of comfort, a security that can only be felt when you submit yourself completely to your beloved. Rashida had me at her mercy and yet I trusted her. I would do anything for her. When she told me to take a piss, I didn't even hesitate. Out came the golden shower, and out went my masculinity. I was her bitch. At that moment, the only thing I could feel was how completely I was under her power, and how I loved it. I loved the fact that she was making all decisions for me, and I didn't have to think. It was, as I said, liberating. I love Rashida, and in my heart I had already given her my taan (body), maan (spirit), and dhaan (wealth). When I was done, I cleaned myself with some water and tissue. Rashida had by this time stepped away from the sink and was drying her hands on a towel. I then realized my own toothbrush was in my washroom. "Bua," I told her deferentially. "My toothbrush is in my own washroom. Should I use one of yours?" Note that I didn't ask for permission to use one of theirs. I asked if the idea of me brushing my teeth with their toothbrushes was actually acceptable. You see, I was a mere slave, and these were my goddesses, so maybe I shouldn't even be thinking of using their toothbrushes. "Yes, go ahead." Rashida lovingly replied. "You will be using our toothbrushes from now." I looked at the toothbrushes on the sink. They were kind of old, with the bristles now no longer firm. One was red, the other was blue. "Bua," I again turned to Rashida. "Which one is yours? May I be permitted to use yours?" I saw Rashida smile. She then leaned into the sink, opened the faucet and cupped her hands. Taking a handful of water, she swished it around inside her mouth. Bending a finger, she beckoned me to come closer and stand in front of her. Then she spit out the water into my face. I stood there, basking in ecstasy as the water, mixed with her saliva, hit my face. She repeated the action thrice, drenching me. "Take off your t-shirt." She ordered. I complied. I was now fully naked. Rashida threw the T-shirt into one corner of the washroom, along with other dirty clothes. Then she snapped her fingers. For the second time that morning I was on my knees, prostrate with my bare naked bum in the air. My hands were on the wet slimy floor of the maids' washroom, my face was at my maid's feet, and I was kissing Rashida's toes and ankles. I remained in that abject posture, planting wet and slimy kisses on her feet, until Rashida told me to raise my head, but remain kneeling. She then turned around so that her back was to me. Rashida bent down, gathered up the folds of her sari and slowly started to raise it until her ass was completely exposed. She wasn't wearing any panties. Indian Maid Spanks Me Ch. 06 "Lick my asshole." She ordered. "Yes, bua." Immediately I placed one hand on each of her ass cheeks and then slowly, gently pressed them apart, and buried my face into the crack of her ass. The aroma of her behind filled my nostrils as my tongue flicked out, licking around her rectum. Rashida let me literally suck ass for a few minutes before she told me to get up and wash myself. "My brush is the blue one," She told me. Rashida stood next to me and patted my bare bum as I brushed and washed my face. Occasionally she would pinch my behind as I gargled. "Baba, you will not shave from today." She instructed. "Yes, bua." "I want to feel like I am spanking a real man." She said. "And, baba, whenever I see your small dick I am reminded of the girl you are." "Yes, bua." Rashida took my penis in my hand and gently stroked it. I started to become hard. "Baba, I will have to tell you one thing about your nunu." "Yes, bua?" Rashida gently rubbed my manhood. "You will never be able to keep your wife happy with this ... this thing. Your wife will have an affair, and you must be able to tolerate it." "I... I ... yes, bua." "Baba, you will sit at home, waiting in the night for your wife to come home from her lover's arms. She will recount to you, her husband, in juicy detail of how her cunt was stretched by this man's huge cock." "Yes, bua." "And all you will be able to do is jerk off to the thought of your wife being banged by a man with a larger dick than yours." "Yes, bua. I am sorry, bua." Rashida then let my dick go and cupped my right butt cheek with her hand. "Now, this, baba, your ass -- this is your good part. Oh, how I love your ass! How I love to spank your ass, baba!" "Yes, bua. I also love being spanked by you." "Spoken like a true slave." Rashida laughed. "Or, my kutti, like a true cuckold in training." * * * After washing up, I had gone to my room and picked out another T-shirt (with Rashida's permission, of course), and had come down to the kitchen. Breakfast was good -- I had parathas (friend pancakes) with omelets made by Rubina. However, I didn't eat it while seating at a table. While the maids ate seated at the dining table in the kitchen, I ate seated on the floor. The cold marble floor against the bare skin of my bum made it uncomfortable at first, but I got used to it after sometime. The bowl I was eating from was purchased by Rashida some days ago. It was originally a bowl for a house cat, and it actually said on the side of the bowl "PUSSY". Rubina would occasionally call me "pussy", "here, pussy" as I ate, and I would have to crawl over on all fours to her, and she would feed me a scrap or two of her breakfast, and then I would return to my place. After breakfast, I helped the maids wash and clean up. Rubina then told me she actually had to leave; she was visiting her uncle across town, and would be gone for a few hours. "Of course," Rubina told me as she held me by the ears and twisted them painfully, "Had I known we were going to make you our boytoy today, I would have visited my uncle at another time." "Yes, choto bua." Rubina then let my ears go, and wrapped her hands around my testicles. I stiffened as she tightened her grip. "How are your balls, baba?" "I ... I ..." I didn't know what to say. "I was just seeing if they are real." Rubina laughed as she rubbed them. "When Shabina was slapping you, I could swear they were missing." I just stood silently as she rubbed the base of my scrotum. "Did you think you deserved those slaps, baba?" "I ... I ... I don't know, choto bua." "Yet, baba, you never protested as a mere vegetable lady slapped your cheeks." "I ... I guess I deserved those slaps, choto bua." "Then, baba." Rubina flicked a finger, and sent a sharp jolt of pain through my nuts, "you probably did." * * * After Rubina left, Rashida called me to the main quarters of the house, into the formal dining room. I noticed that all the window shades were open. This was the room closest to the street, and if someone ventured into our garden from the street, they could see inside. I didn't know what Rashida was planning, and I now felt very vulnerable and embarrassed. But I must have also felt sort of excited, because I noticed that I had an erection. "You will need to get the broom and mop." Rashida told me. "I need this room cleaned." "Bua," I told her. "The curtains are completely open. Someone will see me." "I see." Rashida seemed to consider my point. SLAP! She had slapped me across my face. "How many times, baba, do-" SLAP! "-I have to tell-" SLAP! "-you that I am to be-" SLAP! "-obeyed AT ONCE! My orders-" SLAP! "-are NOT to be questioned.-" SLAP! "Yes, bua. I am sorry, bua. Please forgive me, bua." SLAP! "I am so sorry, bua. Please, please forgive me." "OK," Rashida halted my punishment and told me, "Besides, someone actually has to be trespassing into the house, going by the guard, and entering the garden to see you. Now get to work!" I spent the next little while dusting, vacuuming, and mopping the floor. Next, Rashida had me clean and wipe the fine china and all the dishes, and then I got to polish some of the furniture with wood polish. After some time I went to the kitchen to see Rashida. "Yes?" Rashida was busy making some really fine smelling exotic food, and my stomach inwardly groaned in hunger. "Bua." I shifted my balance from one foot to another. "I ... I ... I need to use the washroom." "I see." "I need to go potty, bua. May I? Please?" "Alright. But don't waste too much time, baba, ok?" "Yes, of course, bua, thank you bua." After that short bathroom break, I was back to cleaning the other rooms adjacent to the dining room. Three and half hours had now gone, and I was getting hungry -- it was past lunch time. And there was delicious aroma of biryani and other fine foods coming from the kitchen. Rashida then called me into the kitchen. "Baba," She ordered. "Go and clean yourself. You can even pee if you want. However, do NOT masturbate. Is that clear?" "Yes, bua. Of course, bua." And then she told me something that chilled my heart. "I am going to have three friends over for lunch." Rashida announced in an as-a-matter-of-fact voice. "Since they are my friends, you will treat them like you treat me. You will serve us, obey us, and submit to us." "B-b-bua!" I blurted out. "Like this? I am not wearing any pants, or ..." "I see you still are getting used to the slave thing." Rashida told me coldly. "There is much training to be done." Rashida sat down on one of the kitchen chairs. "Baba, come over here and bend over my lap." "Yes, bua." I complied dejectedly. I didn't want to antagonize her any further, so I draped myself over her lap. I could feel her large hands cupping my bare bottom. "Since we don't have much time before my guests arrive, I am going to give you only five swats from this wooden spoon. I will punish you for this later tonight." Rashida told me. "For now, you will count, ask me for forgiveness and thank me for each one." "Yes, bua." SWAT! This really stung my bare exposed bottom. "One! Thank you, bua. I am so sorry I questioned your orders. Please spank me again." "I hope I don't have to spank you in front of my friends, baba." SWAT! "Two! Thank you, bua. I am so sorry. I will be on my best behavior in front of your guests. Please spank me again." SWAT! "Three! Thank you, bua. I beg you to forgive me. Please spank me again." "I expect you, baba, to do your job as a slave, obey immediately, without being lazy." "Yes, bua." SWAT! "Four! Thank you, bua. I am very sorry. Please spank me again." SWAT! "Five! Thank you, bua. I am very sorry." "Good! Now, baba, stay in this position until I tell you to stand up." I felt Rashida run her hands over my bum. It was as if hundreds of bees had stung me there. "OK. You can stand up now. Go and wash yourself, but don't take longer than five minutes." "Yes, bua." After I had freshened up (using the maids' washroom for the third time that morning), I came back down to the kitchen and helped Rashida with some vegetables. Soon, the doorbell rang. "Get it." Rashida ordered. This was it. With a sense of dread overpowering me, my throat dry, I walked to the door, trying to delay the inevitable for as long as I could. Till then, I had been spanked in the privacy of my own home with only the maids in the know. This morning, Shabina had found out. I wondered who else would know by the time the week was done. I opened the door. It was Farida, the maid of the house next door. She raised her eyes and gave a slow whistle when she saw me with only a t-shirt, my cock hanging limp as I opened the door. "So Rubina wasn't lying." She commented, mostly to herself as she entered. "This should be interesting." The next guest was Zarine, the daughter of the paanwala who had a stall down the street. I knew she worked as a part time maid on one of the houses down the street. I groaned when I saw it was her -- sometimes, when I had gone to her father's stall to buy something, it had been her there, and I had flirted with the pretty girl. Zarine used to 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 nudity. Zarine giggled when I opened the door, before coming in and staring at my penis unabashedly. I tried to position my hands but she reached out, caught hold of them and removed them. "No, bhaiyya." Zarine snickered as she admonished me. "Rubina apa said you were to do exactly as we ordered you to." I stood there helplessly as she tightly held my hands away and gawked at my merchandise, before reluctantly letting go, following me through the house and taking her place at the dining table. The final guest was our vegetable lady Shabina, who just gave me an acknowledging nod before walking in as if she owned the place. So let me describe all the women who were now in the house. They were all dressed in the sari that is common amongst the working labour class in India. Rashida was of course the maid of my house, my mistress, my beloved, my goddess. She was a big woman in every way, and middle aged. Shabina was the closest to her in age, but still younger than her. Whereas Rashida had a darker complexion, Shabina was slightly farer. Farida was the oldest in the group, with white hair, boobs that had started to sag. She once had been an attractive lady, but years of manual labour had taken its toll. Zarine was the youngest in the group. She was a young girl really, my age, and of course had the youthful looks and figure. "Bua," I asked Rashida, running into the kitchen once Shabina was seated, "What's going on? What do I have to do?" "You will help me set the table first." Rashida instructed. "Also, take off your t-shirt. From now on, until I say so, you are going to be completely naked. And you will serve us completely naked. Is that understood, baba?" "Yes." I replied, and took off my t-shirt. I neatly folded it and placed it on one of the tables in the kitchen. I was now completely naked. Rashida then surprised me by grabbing the wooden spoon she had spanked me with earlier, and then dragging a stool around the kitchen. She placed the stool in front of me and said, "It looks like you have decided to be a slow learner today, baba. Jao, amar shamne jhuko, kutti." She just called me a bitch, and told me to bend over. I bent over the stool with my ass completely exposed and unprotected. What did I do wrong? "You forgot to answer me with 'Yes, bua'. You just said 'yes'." SPANK! "One! Thank you, bua. Please forgive me, I really forgot. Please spank me again." SPANK! "Two! Thank you, bua. Please spank me again." "I was hoping to delay your spanking until later, baba, but I don't want you to be disrespectful to my guests." SPANK! "Three! Thank you, bua. Please spank me again." "You will address them all as apu and never take their name. Let's try this again. Do you understand, baba?" "Yes, bua." I replied. I had said the respectful word 'bua'. Then I stood up. Immediately, I felt Rashida's hand between my shoulder blades as she forced me to bend over the stool, a second time. "I didn't tell you, baba, that you could stand up!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "You need to learn to follow my directions." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Now weren't you supposed to count and thank me for the spankings?" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Oh, I am so sorry, bua. Please forgive me, bua. And thank you for spanking me, oh my mistress. My goddess!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Please forgive me bua, I had lost count." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Now that's better, baba. I'm going to give you one more so you will remember this for the future." SPANK! "Ok, baba, let's serve lunch." I felt very embarrassed serving the women lunch, my ass still smarting from the fresh spanking, while bringing out items from the kitchen as needed and waiting in the corner like a dog until the next command was issued. They were talking about me, of course, and my now total nakedness. I wondered if they had heard me getting disciplined in the kitchen. Rashida told them how I had been a long slave to her, and how I will obey anything she commanded. Both Farida and Zarine served in a house where there was a young man in the house, and Rashida encouraged them to get their employer's son under their control, just like she had me under hers. "But how do I know my sahib is as sissy as this one?" Farida asked. I winced in shame. "Go through their porn." Rashida replied with authority. "Every young man watches porn. Try to see what they are into. If you see women with whips or canes, there's your guy. That's how I found out about baba." So now I knew why Rashida had been so confident about spanking me the first time she caught me masturbating. She knew I would not resist. It was now time to serve the guests some drinks. As I bent over the table to serve the water, Farida commented, "Look, his pasa is a little red. Did you just spank him, Rashida?" "Why, yes I did." Rashida answered. "Baba, stay bent over so that Farida apa can examine you." "Yes, bua." I felt Farida's rough hands all over my ass and a thousand volts shot through my body as she squeezed my red butt cheeks. "Rashida apa," Zarine now leaned forward as Farida continued to torture me. "Can I see his ... his ... thingie again?" The three elderly women laughed as Zarine blushed. "You have never seen a man in the nude, have you?" Shabina snickered. "No." Zarine shook her head. "Baba," Rashida commanded. "Stand up and face Zarine so that she can examine you." "Yes, bua." Now I was standing, facing Zarine, as she eagerly examined my penis and balls. I felt so embarrassed being intimately inspected by another maid, and that too someone way younger to me. As she stroked my balls Zarine remarked, "He already has a nice erection. He must be fun to play with." "He does have his benefits." Rashida felt proud, I guess, showing me off as a trophy to the other ladies. "Zarine, you are welcome to join Rubina and 'play' with him." "Thank you Rashida apa." Zarine continued to stroke me and then looked up at me. "Is this as hard as you can get, bhaiyya?" Here was a girl, younger than me, calling me "bhaiyya" (brother), while stroking my penis. "I ... I can get a little harder." I managed to croak, my face blushing a deep red. Zarine continued to rub me, running her finger nails along the edge of my scrotum, before asking me again, "How about now, bhaiyya? Are you completely hard?" "Er, yes." What was I supposed to call Zarine? I couldn't call her by name. "Apu." I added, just to be on the safe side. I could see from the corner of my eyes Rashida give me an approving nod. Holding my penis, Zarine turned to the older maids. "Is this as big as a man can get?" "Oh, no, not at all dear." They all burst out laughing. Shabina explained, "This is a poor specimen of a man. Baba here has a very small penis. It's like that of a child." I wished the earth could have swallowed me up -- I was dying of shame. "So other men can be bigger than this?" Zarine still held my dick in her hand as she seemed to measure it. "It does appear very small." "Oh, yes." It was now Farida's turn. "Let me see that." As Zarine let go, I turned and now stood in front of Farida, who pinched my penis between her forefinger and thumb, and lifted it. With the other hand she cupped my balls and rolled around my testicles for a minute, before completely letting go. "Yes," Farida announced her verdict, "Baba is definitely on the smaller end of the scale. That's what we call a CC." "Sissy?" Zarine twitched her nose in puzzlement. "You mean a wimp?" "No." Farida explained. "CC, not sissy. CC is for Cuckold's cock." Farida then turned to me. "Do you know what a cuckold is, baba?" I shook my head. "No, apu, I don't." "You are a cuckold, darling." Now it was Rashida's turn to speak, and she was addressing me. "Or you will be, baba. With that cock, you will be a cuckold." "Yes, bua." All the ladies burst out laughing again. Farida released me and told me to continue my work. I continued serving the women water and juice. I guess by now my novelty had worn off, and the women had become used to a naked man at their table, so I was examined and touched and stroked in turn by all of them. The maids all went and washed up, and I went to the kitchen to make tea. When it was done, I was ordered to bring it out and serve them. I was careful -- I was carrying boiling water and I was naked -- so I didn't want to drop anything. However, Shabina had other plans. As I bent to pour her milk for her tea, she grabbed me by the balls. Immediately I jerked up, and spilt a little bit of milk on her sari. "Look what he did." Shabina said in mock disgust. "I have milk on my clothes now." "I'm so sorry!" I was mortified. "Please, apu, forgive me." "Baba!" Rashida called out, standing up. "Come here." Petrified, I walked up to face Rashida. She raised a hand and gently pulled my left ear. "Baba." Her voice was kind, but had firmness to it. "I told you not to embarrass me in front of my guests." "But, bua." I protested. "I only spilt the milk because Shab... because apu grabbed ... I ..." "Tsk. Tsk." Rashida led me by the ear to the dining table. She moved a chair from out of the way so that I was now standing against the edge of the table. The other females all stood behind us, watching with avid interest. Rashida rubbed my bottom and then ordered me to lean over the table. Indian Maid Spanks Me Ch. 06 "Good. Now, baba, spread your legs apart." I spread them but I guess it wasn't enough. "A little bit more," Rashida laughed. "C'mon, baba, this is not the first time you are getting spanked like this, is it?" I spread my legs as far apart as I could. I felt so vulnerable, because now my penis and balls were hanging out in the open, totally exposed for the other maids to see. With my legs spread wide apart, she was able to spank me on my inner thighs and all over my poor bare ass. I remained in that position while Rashida stepped out of the room. I could hear the other maids talk in muffled voices, no doubt about me. They were enjoying the show, especially Zarine. Zarine reminded me of Rubina, but I felt uneasy in the presence of these new ladies. I could hardly believe myself, but I was actually wishing Rubina was here to comfort me. Rashida returned to the room, swinging a cane in her hands. "Baba," Rashida voiced the punishment loudly for the benefit of her guests. "I was going to spank you with the cane, but since it's Shabina whom you upset, I figure it's only fair that she gets to cane you. What do you think?" As if I had any say! "Um, bua. Whatever you decide is right." "That's a good boy." Rashida patted my bare bum. "A slave boy who has completely submitted to his mistress and will obey her, and be content with whatever she says." "Yes, bua." Rashida now turned to Shabina and handed her the cane. "Make sure to spank him here," She touched my ass and pointed out the spankable area to Shabina. I felt like a piece of meat on display. "And I think you can cane him 5 strokes." Now it was Shabina who spoke to me. "Listen, baba. I am going to give you 5 strokes. You will count out each stroke. Do you understand?" "Yes, apu," I replied. I heard a swishing sound as Shabina tested the cane in the air. I hope she got it right -- Rashida knew exactly where to hit. I feared Shabina would hit me on the legs or thighs and cause me a lot of pain. I felt the tip of the cane tapping my poor naked bum. Zarine and Farida angled in for a better view, and I could feel their heavy breathing on me, as they waited for the cane to come down. SWOOSH! It felt like a hundred pins pricked me in a straight line on my ass. I wasn't expecting Shabina to swing so hard, so without thinking my hands went behind and rubbed my throbbing ass. "Baba!" Rashida exclaimed. "Not only did you forgot to count, you moved without permission! That stroke will not count. Shabina, please hit him again." SWOOSH! This time I remained in my place and remembered to count as well, "One! Thank you, apu. I am sorry for ruining your dress. Please spank me again." I felt her tap my ass with the cane, and heard the whistle of the cane. SWOOSH! "Two. Thank you, apu." "Wow, his pasa is getting even redder." Farida actually reached out and touched me on my butt. Immediately I cringed in acute pain. Oblivious to my howls, Farida groped me to her heart's content, before reluctantly withdrawing to enable Shabina to continue my humiliation. SWOOSH! "Three. Thank you, apu. Please forgive me. Please spank me again." SWOOSH! "Four. Thank you, apu. " I was grateful that there would be only one more stroke of the cane. "Stay bent over the desk after the last stroke." Rashida instructed me. "Yes, bua." SWOOSH! "Five! Thank you, apu." Shabina stepped back and handed the cane back to Rashida. As I lay whimpering on the table, tears streaming down my face, Rashida nonchalantly placed the cane on the table beside me. She then reached out and ran her hands up and down my exposed penis and balls. Although I had just received a spanking, which included five (really six) sharp strokes of the cane, Rashida's stroking of my manhood made everything felt so good. Rashida then grabbed my right ear and hauled me to standing position. After twisting my ear for a bit, she asked Farida, "Apa, can you grab his other ear?" "Of course." Farida was only too happy to help, and grabbed me by my left ear. So now I had a lady on either side pulling one ear each. "Come, baba." Hauling me by the ears, they dragged me to a corner of the room where there was a sofa. I knew I could never look Farida in the eye again. As I mentioned, she was the maid of the house next door, which belonged to another rich businessman in Kolkata. I played squash with his son Modi, and would often go there to meet him. Farida would always address me with respect, keep her eyes down and rush to obey anytime I would ask for water or snacks. And here she was, dragging me by the ear, across my own dining room, just after having seen me caned. Rashida let go of my ears and sat down on the sofa. She parted her legs and started to fold up the pleats of her sari so that her legs became visible. Meanwhile, I remained standing, waiting patiently while Farida continued to hold me by the ear. "Zarine." Rashida called out to the youngest maid. "Would you like to sit beside me?" "Oh, yes, apa." In a flash she was seated to the left of Rashida. Rashida then bent down and took the slipper off her right leg. Holding the sandal in her hand, she gestured to Farida. So I was going to be beaten with her slipper. Twisting my ear sharply, Farida led me to stand just before Rashida, who snapped her fingers. "Come on, baba, over you go." Rashida grabbed my arms and forced me over her lap. She then took one of her legs and crossed it over my knees so that I was completely immobilized. My penis was now dangling between Rashida's thighs, and I felt like a helpless little boy about to receive an over the knee spanking from my mommy. My face was now lying over one thigh of Zarine. She now had the best view of the contortions my face would make after Rashida commenced her onslaught. "Zarine." Rashida told the girl. "Slap baba for me." SLAP! Humiliation washed over me as a girl barely my age, and someone I hardly knew, the daughter of a paanwala, smacked me across my face. "One! Thank you, Zari- apu, for slapping me. Please slap me again." SLAP! "Two! Thank you, apu, for slapping me. Please slap me again." "That's enough," Rashida replied firmly, "Now baba, I am going to spank you for trying to give an excuse for spilling milk on Shabina's dress." I felt Rashida's sandal on my upturned buttocks. THWAK! The blow was as quick as it was hard. I remembered to count and thank Rashida. Then she began to spank me in earnest. After ten hits, I tried to move about, but Rashida held me tightly in place. She was an experienced spanker with me, after all. "Look, Farida apa," Zarine said, "his pasa is turning even redder." Thankfully, this time Farida didn't want to examine my behind. After a short breather, Rashida resumed my punishment. Slowly, as I felt my ass warm up, I also felt my penis turn rock hard between her legs. When Rashida announced that the punishment was complete, she made me stand up and place my hands behind my neck. In this way, I was completely exposed and vulnerable to all the ladies for their examination. "I cannot believe this." Farida shook her head. "Wow! Just how red his buttocks are!" "And look at his erection!" Zarine giggled as she played with my rock hard member. "I think bhaiyya enjoys being spanked." Thankfully for me, the ladies had to return to their respective houses, and I suffered no further punishments. The maids were all instructed to keep the affair a secret and they all promised to do so. After I shut the main door, Rashida turned to me. "Baba, did you eat?" "No, bua." "Ok, go eat some lunch. I will be in the living room watching some TV. After you finish up your lunch, baba, tidy up the kitchen, put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and make sure the kitchen is spic and span. Then come to the living room." "Yes, bua." "And baba, make sure you sit on the floor and eat. You are the slave of a maid, don't forget that. I don't want the table dirtied." "Yes, bua. Of course, bua." * * * I found Rashida on the living room couch, watching an English movie. I also noticed that there a little green garment on the cushion right next to her on the sofa. Rashida beckoned at me to come closer, and muted the volume on the television. "Come, baba, stand in front of me and face me." "Yes, bua." I obeyed. There was something about the way Rashida commanded me -- her voice wasn't stern or rebuking, perhaps even somewhat loving, but I immediately would rush to submit. I now stood in front of my older maid servant, naked, anxious, and compliant. I had just eaten, and was feeling a little full. I was also feeling a little cold -- I was hoping that remaining nude all day wouldn't make me catch a cold. "Baba," Rashida looked at my naked penis, and then up at me. "You are a well-respected young man from your Urdu speaking community, yet here you are, standing basharam in front of your lowly Bengali maid without a stitch of clothing on your body, while I am fully attired. What do you have to say for yourself?" "I am your slave, bua." I answered her truthfully. "I put on clothes when you tell me to, I remain naked when it pleases you." "You remain naked because it excites you, baba, to be my bitch." Rashida replied coldly. "You have a penis, but you are really a slave girl in heart." "Yes, bua." "I am sure if this was any other boy in the country, they would have gotten me fired and in jail. Yet, baba, here you are, without any lojja (shame), standing in front of me with your lund khara (cock erect), hoping to get a spanking from me." "I... um ... yes, bua. I am a dishonor for my community." "Baba, I am going to examine your penis now. It's been a while since I examined my slave's genitals. Do you have any objections?" "Of course not, bua." I immediately gushed out. "How could I object to you ... when ..." Rashida laughed. "Baba, we often make fun of your small penis, does it hurt when we say you have a small dick?" "Yes, bua, my mistress, but it's the truth." "Baba, come here. Let me actually want to see just how small it really is." I gulped. I knew I had a small penis -- Rashida and Rubina had repeatedly told me so, and they must know. I of course had never seen a man's penis in real life, only in porn -- and boy they were huge. My own penis gave me a lot of insecurity -- when soft, it was really small, and my balls were the same. Rubina had once called them 'peas'. And of course, when either of the maids punished me, the nervousness of the punishment seemed to make me even smaller. Rashida told me to come closer -- I was now standing right by her face and my penis was now mere inches away from her lips. I stood there, full exposed and vulnerable. A snicker came across Rashida's lips as she saw my little cock slowly begin to harden. "A tiny nunu." She commented, as she began to squeeze my manhood with her hands. "This shouldn't take too long." Rashida lifted my pecker and checked underneath, and in between the dick and the scrotum. The warmth of her hand as she touched my petite member caused it harden a bit in between her index finger and thumb. I heard her laugh under her breath as I began to turn bright red. Rashida then told me to step a little back while she took out her cell phone. "Let me take a picture, baba." She chuckled. "I promised to send one to Zarine." I inwardly groaned. I was going to be source of laughter for the neighbourhood maids. Rashida snapped a picture with my entire body in frame, my teensy weensy erection included, but my head cut off from the picture. "Your penis," Rashida told me, "is so tiny that it really fits in one finger of mine. You are pretty much the first adult I have seen to have such a small penis." "I .. I ... yes, bua. I have a small penis." "Baba!" Rashida patted her knee. "Come, sit on my lap." "Yes, bua." I went and positioned my bum on her thighs, and sat down on her ample lap. I squirmed a little as the fabric of her sari rubbed against the bare skin of my recently spanked butt. Rashida gently wrapped her left arm around my lower back, and her right hand wrapped itself around my genitals, and on my semi hard phallus. "Baba," Rashida slowly started to rub her thumb and forefinger across my shaft. "How's the day going so far?" I carefully answered, "Bua, I am still learning of the ways I need to completely please you." Rashida smiled. "Good answer. Now baba, how do you think today's lunch went?" "I could have behaved better bua." I admitted. "I am sorry you had to spank me." "Yes, that was unfortunate." Rashida absent mindedly massaged my balls. "I was hoping I didn't have to. Besides, I fully didn't punish you for some of those offenses, baba. I might punish you later tonight." "Yes, bua." Rashida continued stroking my cock, which was quite hard. The whole day's situation, where I was just a naked plaything for my maids, was highly erotic, and I had been stroked and fondled often today. "Notice, baba, I said I might punish you." Rashida gently rubbed the skin of my penis and balls. "If you are good for the rest of the evening, I may forgive you." "Yes, bua." I was hoping Rashida's caressing right now did not put me over the edge. I did not cum over her, and I desperately tried to think of other things. However, I needn't have worried. Rashida knew exactly what my point of no return was, and she stopped. I was soon breathing much easier. Rashida then gave me some work. "Here's what I want you to do for the next few hours, baba." "First, I am sure you saw this morning how unclean our toilet, the maids' toilet, is. I want you to clean it." "Um ... yes, of course, bua." "Good. So you will find everything you need in the cleaning supplies cupboard. I want the mirror shiny, the sink spotless, and the tub scrubbed clean." "Yes, bua." "Baba, if I find a single spot missed ..." Rashida left the sentence hanging. I swallowed nervously. "Yes, bua. Don't worry, I will clean it thoroughly." "Make sure you do." Rashida repeated. "I want to take a dump in it this evening, and I want the toilet to be pristine clean." "Yes, bua." "Next, after that, I want you to take a shower, and then put on a T-shirt. Then you will help Rubina, who will have returned by then, prepare dinner." "Yes, bua." "After dinner, you will have an hour or so to yourself. At 10.30 sharp, you will report to my room." "Yes, bua." Rashida then turned and picked up the green garment she had beside her. I saw that it was a woman's undergarment. Rashida held a green panty in her hand. "Baba, I want you to wear this." Rashida told me to get up, and then patted me on my bum. After each hit, my butt jiggled. "Yes, I think these panties will fit you, baba." I blushed a bright red. Taking the panties from Rashida, I stood for a moment, feeling the material in my hand. It's just like a guy's underwear, I thought. Except of course, the material was smooth to touch. It must have been one of the more expensive panties. They were shapely, and rather thin. It wasn't a proper thong, but not really big that it would cover my entire butt. There was also a faint musky aroma. Unable to help myself, I put the panties close to my nose and took a sniff. Rashida burst out laughing. "I forgot baba that you used to sniff our panties." She told me in mock anger. "I have punished you for that before, and really I should punish you again. However, I am letting it go this time." "Thank you, bua. That is really kind of you." "Now put it on, baba." I quickly slipped them on. Rashida was right, they fit me rather smugly. I stood there as Rashida examined me again, the soft fabric of the panty making my cock semi-hard, and I was feeling almost as ashamed and embarrassed as I had been all day. Rashida placed a finger inside the top of the panty, and moved it all around my body. She then reached through the panty and cupped my balls. My penis had hardened quite a bit and the tip of it was now peeking out from the hemline of the panty. "I think you look cute." Rashida giggled. "This is actually Farida's panty. I thought mine would be rather big for you, and Rubina's would be rather tight. I think I will buy you some fresh panties tomorrow, will you like that, my kutti?" "Er ... yes, bua, I suppose I would." I answered in a meek tone. "Or, maybe," Rashida's voice had a very naughty tone. "We will just send you to Farida to ask for her old panties, eh baba?" "I would like that too, bua." "I bet you would, you daashi (slave girl)." Rashida guffawed. She then made me turn around and examined my rear, before giving me a playful smack on my trunk. "I am pleased with the way your training is going, my kutti, except one or two instances." Rashida told me. "Every cuckold should know how to serve the women in his life properly as a slave." "Yes, bua." * * * I was on my knees, stark naked (I had taken off the panty), scrubbing the floor of the maid's toilet when the door suddenly opened. It was Rubina. "You are not done yet?" She made a face. "Khanki kothakar, you were supposed to have finished the washroom half an hour ago." "I ... I am sorry, Ru- choto bua. I .." I stammered in fright. I had wanted to do a good and thorough job, and had completely forgotten to watch the time. "You are pathetic." Rubina walked in and stood behind me. Bending over slightly, she smacked my bum sharply. SMACK! "I am stuck in 2 hours of traffic, my bladder is bursting, and here you are blocking the washroom." SMACK! "Alright, stand up you piece of shit." "Yes, choto bua." Laboriously I dropped the sponge and gloves into the tub and stood up. My body was dirty and sweaty, and my hair was matted to my forehead with the humidity. "How old are you, baba?" Rubina asked me. "Er, um, twenty, choto bua." Rubina raised both arms and now held me by my ears. "And how old am I, baba?" She started to twist my ears as I squirmed in pain. "Er, ... um ... nineteen, choto bua." "And here I am, your maid servant, younger than you, giving you, my so-called-master, a proper kaan dola. While you are cleaning your maids' washroom. A task the maid should do, but you are doing. You have no self-respect, baba." "Yes, choto bua." Rubina let go of my burning ears, and tenderly cupped my balls. "Yes, the balls are still here." She sneered. "Not too big though." "Yes, choto bua. I have small balls." "How much longer do you think you will need to clean the washroom, baba?" Rubina asked me, gently kneading my balls between her thumb and forefinger, as one would roll a ball of dough. "I need to pee." Rubina then wrapped her hands around my flaccid member and started to softly stroke it. Despite all that was going on, unbelievably I started to respond to her touch and get hard. Indian Maid Spanks Me Ch. 07 A simple lie has great consequences. - Tarek "Ow! Ouch! Bua, please, it hurts!" Rashida's right hand had my ear in a firm grip. "Baba." She said, and then twisted my ear sharply. "It is supposed to hurt!" "Ow! Ow!" was all I could again muster, standing there helplessly, as my maid - my MAID! - pulled and wrung my ear in punishment. "You are such an embarrassment to your family!" My buxom maid scolded me. She pinched my ear lobe and then once again twisted it. "Look at you! Getting humiliated by your maid!" "Yes, bua." I kept my gaze down, unable to meet my servant's eyes in shame. My servant, who was now furiously giving me a kaan dola (the term meant pulling the ear as a punishment), had no such qualms. "Baba," Rashida looked me squarely in the eye, her hand on my ear. "You are more worthless than the dog shit my sandals step on in the street when I walk." "Yes, bua." I of course called Rashida by the respectful term 'bua', and never referred to her by her name out of respect. Even when she was calling me dog shit. "Come, baba," Rashida gave my ear a violent tug, "Let's go to my room." "Yes, bua." Dragging me by the ear, Rashida led me through my house - my own HOUSE! - towards the servants' quarters. All I could do was meekly try to keep up fast (if I didn't want my ear pulled off that is!) and beg her for mercy, even as she pulled and twisted and pinched my ear lobes while dragging me to her room. Just ten minutes earlier, it had been 2.30 in the afternoon on a warm September day in Calcutta, India. It was a Friday, and I had a day off from university, so I had gone to the gym to work out. My parents (who were out - my dad at his business and my mom at one of the NGOs whose board she was on) were having a big party tomorrow (Saturday) night, so the maids of the house were busy in the kitchen and elsewhere. Figuring out I had nothing to do, I had really worked out hard at the gym and had been dead tired. Coming back to the house, I had gone to my room and flopped on to the bed, aiming for a nap. As usual, I was dressed in a light T-shirt and shorts. Suddenly the door to my room had burst open. There was no knock, it just opened, and Rashida had entered. There used to be a time when the maids of the house would respectfully knock and wait outside in reverence until I permitted them to come in - those days of course were now long gone. Nowadays, I could expect any of the maids to barge in any time, and usually I would be on the receiving end of some type of humiliation when that happened. Rashida was dressed in a light blue sari that wrapped tightly around her big body. Her hair was tied up in a bun at the top of her head. The blouse that she wore was dark blue, in contrast to her plain sari, but as always, one size too small. Her giant boobs struggled to escape, and I always thought at some point the buttons on her blouse would burst and her melons would tumble out (and of course, they never did). Her big belly and her navel were exposed, typical of the way the lower class women in India wore their saris. Rashida was the very picture of a matronly Indian lady; plump with a strict and stern domineer. I loved the thin saris she wore - whenever she walked in front of me, I loved to ogle her big butts jiggling against the flimsy material of her cloth - hoping she never caught me staring. She had been our maid for a long time, even before I was born, and I thought the world of her. I would do anything for her. "Baba, there you are!" Rashida uttered as soon as she had entered. "I have some work for you." "Oh!" Inwardly I had groaned, even as I stood up out of respect for her. "What do I have to do, bua?" Just as I always called her bua out of respect, I always stood up in her presence, keeping my eyes down on the floor, not meeting her gaze out of deference. "First things first, baba. Kneel on the floor please." "Yes, bua." "Good! Now please bend down in prostration, and touch your forehead to my feet." "Yes, bua." I was now on the ground, my butt up in the air, my face down, and my forehead pressed firmly against my maid's feet. "Good! Now stick your tongue out, and lick my feet." "Yes, bua." I was now planting wet kisses on my housemaid's sandal covered feet. Her big toe was now in my mouth, and I had my tongue wrapped around it. This was Rashida's way of asserting who was the boss in this house, even though I was the son of her employer and her a mere kaamwali (housemaid). I could have said no, I could have put her in her place, and yet, instead, I was kissing her feet. "Suck harder, baba." "Yes, bua." I had placed my mouth at her ankles and pressed my tongue sharply against her skin, before sucking inwards. I then moved slightly and repeated the act, planting wet and sloppy smooches all over her feet. "How does it feel baba, to be the son of a powerful family in the city, and yet you bend over to kiss your kaamwali's feet?" "You are my mistress, bua." I ad gently planted my lips on each of her toes. "I am honoured to kiss your feet." Rashida laughed. "You are really my dog, baba. My bitch." "Yes, bua." After Rashida was satisfied that I had paid sufficient homage to her feet, she snapped her fingers and asked me to stand up. "Yes, bua." "Baba, I need you to go to the market and get some things." Rashida had begun to list what she wanted. "I realized ... why, what's the matter?" I must have made a face, for Rashida now had a combination of concern on her face, as well as anger in her eyes. She was not used to being interrupted by me. "Um... no, nothing bua. It's just that..." I was struggling to think of an excuse. I could just not refuse her orders! It would have to be a good excuse. "I think, bua, I am coming down with a fever. That's why I wanted to rest." "Really?" Rashida had moved closer to me. "Fever? That's serious." "Er, yeah, so bua if you think..." "Sit down on the bed, baba." Rashida had commanded me. I followed her instruction and sat down on the edge of the bed. Rashida now stood beside me and placed a hand on my forehead. "Hmm, I don't feel anything." She then pressed her palms my cheeks and then my forehead again. "I have been looking after you since you were born, baba, and you don't feel sick to me." "No, bua, really, I think I am catching something." Rashida once again placed her hand onto my forehead, and then once more at my cheeks, where she let it rest for some time, no doubt gauging my temperature. Then she actually pressed my head against her chest. My face was suddenly buried in her blouse, amidst her giant melons, as she gave me a crushing hug. I inhaled and took in her delicious working sweaty aroma, and for a second I was lost in my desire as this woman's breasts rubbed against my face. And then suddenly her hand went up and twisted my ear. "Ow, ow, OW!" I screamed as she pulled my ear sharply. "I think you are trying to get out of a chore, baba." Rashida had my right ear in her hands and was twisting it hard. "Ow ... ow... bua... please, it hurts!" I squirmed as Rashida pulled my ear this way and then that. "Please, bua, I really do feel sick." Rashida switched hands and now my left ear was in her hand. She pulled me to my feet while having an iron-clad grip on my ear. "Get up, baba, we are going to my room." And that's where I started my story. Now, pulling me by the ear, she led me through the hallway, through the living areas of the house, towards the servants' quarters and to her room. And all along the way I squealed like a little girl as she continued to twist my ear. "Bua, please, oww... it hurts! I am sorry, bua. Please, oww!" Rubina, our other maid, was sweeping the main dining room floor. She saw me being led by Rashida by the ear and stifled a laugh as we walked past her. It was so humiliating to be held by the ear by my maid. I call this my Walk of Shame. Time and again I had been led across the house by either Rashida or Rubina pulling me by the ear. Each time I felt like a little boy being led by an angry teacher by the ear to the headmistress's office for a punishment. Many of those times, deep in the darkest hours of the night as the rest of the house slept, the maids would be tugging me by the ear to their room, for more punishment. Often, I would be completely naked as well, in sharp contrast to the maids who would be fully clothed. It was the ultimate humiliation, and a symbol of my servitude to my maids, that they had the audacity to demean me in such a fashion. Once we were in her room, Rashida closed the door and let go of my now stinging, paining, and by now a dark crimson red ear. Once again she felt my forehead. "I will take your temperature now, baba." Rashida told me. "We will see how truthful you are." "Yes, bua." I looked down at the ground at my feet, embarrassed. I had been hauled by my ear like a naughty schoolboy by my maid, and now she was going to take my temperature as if I was a little boy trying to skip school. Rashida took out a thermometer from her dressing table. Then she turned to me. "This is a rectal thermometer." She informed me. "Oh." I replied, and then a couple of moments later, I understood what that meant. "OH!" "Come in here, baba, let me take your temperature," Rashida sat down on a stool in the center of the room and beckoned to me. In one hand she held the rectal thermometer, and in the other, a jar of Vaseline. I gave her a withering glance. "I said, COME HERE!" Rashida told me forcefully. "Don't keep me waiting, baba! I have tons to do." "Bua, please! Can't we take my temperature the normal way?" I implored of her hopefully. "Nonsense!" Rashida scoffed. "Now, take your shorts off!" My humiliation wasn't over. Accepting my fate, I slowly slithered down my shorts until it was at my ankles. I now stood in front of my shapely servant, naked from the waist down. "Why do I have to take it like that?" I asked Rashida, as she watched her employer's son - me - remove my pants. "Because I said so," Rashida snapped with authority. I now stood barefooted in just my T-shirt. My dick hung limp as I awaited her next orders. "Now, come here and lie face down over my knee," Rashida instructed, waving the thermometer in the direction of her lap. Red-faced, I walked to her, and then lowered myself onto my maid's knees, placing my hands flat on the carpeted floor. My butt rested over my kaamwali's thighs, and my toes dug into the carpet on the other side. Rashida placed a hand and patted my exposed, fleshy, buttocks. "Spread your legs a bit." Rashida directed. "I need to see your butt hole." "Yes, bua." I did as she asked. With her Vaseline covered hands, Rashida smeared some of the jelly on my behind. I then felt a sharp poke as she inserted a finger into my rectum. "Ogh!" I drew in a sharp breath as I felt her go deep, her finger plunging into my anus. She moved her finger in and out, and I could feel my ass cheeks slowly part as she pressed more Vaseline into my butt. My behind was now squishy and wet. Rashida kept her finger in and twired it inside me until she was happy with the way she had applied Vaseline to my butt. Rashida then withdrew her finger and I felt the cool air enter my rectum as her finger lifted out. There was a pause, and then I felt her's hands pry my butt cheeks apart. A minute later I sensed the cold metallic end of the thermometer against my anus. With a grunt, Rashida pushed it into my rectum. "Ow." I sharply exhaled. "Quiet!" Rashida scolded, as she pushed the thermometer in further. I lay absolutely still. Here I was, the only scion of the most powerful Urdu-speaking business family in Calcutta, someone whose father had rich political connections, and I was lying naked, my butt up on my Bengali maid's lap, and she had just inserted a thermometer into my ass. I lay there for a while, as Rashida's hands rested on my butt cheeks, and the thermometer pressed firmly into my rectal cavity. After sometime, Rashida pulled out the thermometer. I wheezed as she slowly dragged the object out, and my butt cheeks relaxed again. "As I thought." Rashida announced. "37 degrees Celcius. Normal body temperature. You don't have any fever at all." "Yes, bua." I answered miserably. I was now definitely going to be punished by her for lying. There was a pause as Rashida no doubt thought about how she would punish me. The fact that I was lying on her knees, with my naked butt prime for a spanking, would not have escaped her mind. Suddenly, I felt her hand in front of my face and a finger to my lips. There was a sharp acrid stench to that finger. I realized that this was the finger she had put into my asshole. "Lick it, baba." Rashida ordered. "I want this finger clean." "Yes, bua." Just as she had inserted that finger into my anus some time ago, Rashida now pressed her finger against my lips. I parted my mouth slightly, and Rashida inserted her finger. I wrapped my lips around her finger and licked it as if my life depended on it. I sucked it, I kissed it, my tongue lashed it - and I completely put it out of my mind that this finger had just been up my asshole. I ignored the stench and the Vaseline bits and kept on licking and sucking. After sometime, Rashida withdrew her hand. We just remained in this position, me lying butt-naked on my maid's lap, on her knees as she weighed in on how to punish me. "Baba," Rashida finally broke the silence. Her left hand patted and caressed my buttocks, while her right hand reached down and stroked my cheek. "Yes, bua?" "Tell me, truthfully, why you lied to me about being sick." "Yes, bua." I gulped. "I had just returned from the gym. I was really tired and was feeling lazy." "I see. And you felt like you didn't want to go to the market for me?" "Yes, bua. I am so sorry bua. It won't happen again, bua. Please forgive me bua." "Baba, tell me. How long have we maids been punishing you, dear?" "Er, I think for over three years now, bua. Maybe four." I struggled to think. Exactly how long has it been since that fateful day when Rashida caught me masturbating? "Four years." Rashida calmly continued to pat and squeeze my buttocks. Each touch of her on my ass heightened my anxiety. "And in these four years, baba, have we maids ever shirked from performing our house duties?" "No, bua." "Hmm." Rashida's hand caressed my buttock and reached down. She gently cupped my balls which were now wedged against her legs. Remember, I was lying helplessly across her lap, over her knees. "Baba, you are not like any other man. I am your maid, yet I punish you, spank you, spit upon you, make you kiss my feet and sometimes lick my butt." "Er, yes, bua." "I slap you, and you ask for more. Baba, I stroke your balls and you try hard not to cum. I beat you with a cane, and you thank me and ask me for one more stroke. Is that not correct?" "Yes, bua." "In fact you do not even watch porn or masturbate without my permission. Remember one morning, when I used you as a toilet sink?" "Er, yes bua." "I brushed my teeth and spit out into your open mouth, and you swallowed it." "Yes, bua." "How many times have I treated you like a toilet, baba? I wanted to pee on you, and you were too happy to lie on my bathroom floor, naked, while I relieved myself on you." "Yes, bua." "You are my complete slave, and yet, have I ever asked you to do any housework?" "Er, no, bua." "We have our Total Slave weeks, yes, but I have never excused myself from my duties as a housemaid of this home." Rashida was now stroking my turgid cock as she continued her speech. "You still live a luxurious life. We maids make your meals, clean your washrooms, wash and fold your dirty laundry, do we not?" "Yes, bua." "So now." Rashida left my semi hard penis alone, and returned her hand to my buttocks. Her other hand sharply twisted one of my ears. "One day I ask you to do a certain task, and you try to lie and find an excuse." "I am so sorry, bua. Please, please forgive me. Give me any punishment, but please forgive me. I won't ever do that again, bua." Rashida stopped twisting my ear and let it go. Her other hand squeezed my butt cheeks sharply. I drew in a deep breath. "Baba, get up." "Yes, bua." I now stood in front of her, as she remained seated, my dick semi hard, facing my maid while she mulled over her next words. "I do want to punish you very strictly, baba, because lying is something I won't tolerate from my slave." "Yes, bua." I swallowed in fear. "I understand, bua." "However," Rashida continued, "You have been a very obedient slave for the last few weeks, giving me no cause for complaints, so I do want to take that into account as well." "Yes, bua. Thank you, my mistress." "Baba." Rashida held my penis in her hand, and looked up at me. "You will have to learn to obey me completely, and not try to wriggle out of any task or chore I give you." "Yes, bua." I tried to reassure her of my obedience. "I will, bua. Please believe me." "I believe you." Rashida gently stroked my cock and then told me, "This is why I am not going to use the cane on you today." "Er, thank you, bua." I heaved a sigh of relief. I knew that as her slave I was going to accept any punishment however humiliating it might be - I had no option but to agree, of course. Yet she had taken a little bit of mercy on me, and I was happy bua was not going to cane me. "Ok, now please take off your T-shirt, baba. I want my slave girl to be completely in the nude." "Yes, bua." Rashida remained seated in her stool in the middle of the room as she had me strip completely in front of her. She then asked me to go and fetch her hairbrush from the drawer and give it to her. I prepared myself for a hard spanking. I knew how painful that hair brush could be. Yet Rashida did not start right away with the spanking. "Baba, stand on one leg." "Yes, bua." I raised and bent my right leg, and tried to balance myself standing on my left foot. "Now hold your ears, baba. Hold your right ear with your left and your left ear with your right hand." "Yes, bua." I should point out that being made to pull one's own ears is the most humiliating punishment in India. It's like being sent to stand in the corner here in USA. Crossing my arms and holding my ears, I desperately tried to remain perched on one leg as Rashida watched me in amusement. I blushed a bright red as she teased and laughed at me for standing in that shameful posture before her. "Your friends," Rashida told me, "are probably giving orders to their maids to fetch them tea or clean their room, and their maids are scurrying to obey. And yet here you are, completely nangta (naked), standing on one leg, holding your ears, in front of your maid. You should really be ashamed of yourself." Indian Maid Spanks Me Ch. 07 "Yes, bua." "This should also teach you a lesson, baba." Rashida scolded me, "You lied to me like a little boy, and now you are being given a schoolboy punishment." "Yes, bua. I am so sorry, bua. Please forgive me. I made a bad mistake, and I won't repeat it, bua." I continued to apologize and humbly beg for forgiveness. Though humbled, I felt that I was being punished legitimately and this was the best way to atone for my mistake and please her. "Alright, put your foot down." Rashida instructed. "And drop your arms." "Yes, bua." I stood in front of her as Rashida looked at me up and down. She then gently tugged my dick and held the tip of my penis between her thumb and forefinger. "You are a little bit hard, baba." "Yes, bua." "Baba, no man would ever let his maids punish and humiliate him like you allow us to do to you, and then get hard." "Yes, bua." Rashida continued to stroke my dick. "Baba, you are really a proper pitiful bitch." "Yes, bua." "Baba, remember." Rashida wrapped her hand around my now hard cock and gently pumped my manhood. "It's really very simple. I tell you what to do, and you obey. Your sole purpose in life is to please me." "Yes, bua." "And I like this hard little dick of yours." Rashid snickered at the word 'little'. "You should be hopelessly aroused like this whenever you are in my presence." "Yes, bua. I am always aroused with you, you know that." "Yes, of course." Rashida laughed, as she continued to stroke me. "That has never been a problem." "Yes, bua." "Ok, baba, now this time, hold your right ear with your right hand, and your left ear with your left hand." "Yes, bua." I did as my maid ordered. "Now, baba." Rashida let go of my cock as I stood there, holding my ears. "I am going to give you another schoolboy punishment, given commonly to naughty boys in India, because you have behaved like one." "Yes, bua." "What are you, baba?" "A naughty schoolboy, my mistress." "Good! And like all naughty schoolboys, you will now be doing sit-ups. Every sit-up, I want you to count, and then beg for my forgiveness. Start!" "Yes, bua." Swallowing my pride, I squatted down, while holding my ears. "One! Bua, please forgive me. I promise to do whatever chore you ask me to." I then stood up. "Good!" Rashida nodded her approval. "Continue." I then began to perform the sit-ups and apologizing to Rashida at the same time. She smiled mischievously at my plight, and said that she was beginning to enjoy this session. After I had completed twenty five painful sit-ups, Rashida told me to stop. "Baba, come here." She pointed at her legs. "See this knee, baba? You are going over it." "Yes, bua." "Lie over my lap, over my knees, baba. Bend over." "Yes, bua." "It's time for you to get a spanking from your maid." Rashida rubbed her hands. "I am going to smack that bottom of yours good and hard." "Yes, bua." "When I am finished, baba, this bottom will be nice and red." "Yes, bua." It was a position I knew intimately well. For the last four years, every Monday and Thursday, at 10.30 pm, long after everyone had gone to bed, I would report to Rashida's room in the servants' quarters. I would knock, and once she gave permission to enter, I would walk in, go to a corner of the room and undress. There I would remain, standing naked while Rashida took her time. Then my nightly punishments would begin. Sometimes the other maid Rubina would join in, but mostly it was Rashida who administered my discipline. I had always had a fascination for big, strong, powerful women, and Rashida used it to dominate me and treat me as her slave. Often business kept my parents away, and the maids used me as their toy, as their toilet, as their whipping boy at their whim. I was in the house to serve at their pleasure. And more often than not, the night would end with me lying over Rashida's knees, getting a traditional OTK spanking. The difference this time was that it was in the middle of the day, and yet here I was, in the servants' quarters, in my maid Rashida's room, lying naked across her knees on her lap, while she was going to spank my bare bum with her hair brush. SPANK! "Ouch! Ow! One!" I counted painfully. "Thank you bua, please spank me again." SPANK! "Two! Thank you bua, please spank me again." SPANK! "Three! Thank you bua, please hit me again." "Baba." Rashida cooed. "Who are you?" "I ..." I gulped. "I am a naughty boy, bua." "And what happens to naughty boys, baba?" "They get punished, bua." SPANK! "Four! Thank you bua, please beat me again." SPANK! "Five! Thank you bua, please spank me again." Rashida continued to hit my ass hard with the flat side of her hair brush, taking care to alternate between spanks to my my right butt cheek, and then my left. "Baba, I like to put naught boys like you over my knee and smack their bare bottoms." "Yes, bua." SPANK! "Thirteen! Thank you bua, please beat me again." "Baba, perhaps I should use my slipper, instead of this hand brush. I have noticed that whenever I use my slipper on your backside, you remain well behaved for days." "Yes, bua." SPANK! "Fourteen! Thank you bua, please strike me again." Rashida tossed away the hair brush, and bent down to remove the chappal (an Indian slipper) from her right foot. I felt the rough bottom of the sponge sandal lying across my now burning buttocks. "You have been a bad boy, baba, and bad boys deserve a whipping with a sandal." "Yes, bua." SPANK! "Fifteen! Thank you bua, please spank me again." The sandal stung. Because it was made of some type of rubber, the chappal would hit my ass and then somehow stretch to remain there for just a bit of that extra second, intensifying the pain thoroughly. Not to mention, the humiliation of being hit by your maid, and that too with her slipper. SPANK! "Sixteen! Thank you bua, please hit me again." "Baba," Rashida told me, "Yesterday when you peed, you did not put the toilet seat down. How many times I have told you to put the seat down on the toilet after peeing?" It was a simple mistake, but one that she had warned me several times before. The maids were in charge of cleaning our house, and I was to make their job easier by not peeing standing. Rashida had ordered me to sit down on the toilet and pee. As she said, I was their bitch, so I shouldn't pee standing like a man. And if I did urinate while standing, I was supposed to clean the toilet of the pee that may have missed the bowl, and put the seat down. SPANK! "Ow! Ow! Seventeen! I am so sorry, bua, it won't happen again. Please spank me." "You forgot to thank me, baba. That spank will be repeated. Count it again." SPANK! "Oh my! Seventeen! Thank you, bua. I am so sorry, bua. Please beat me again." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! And so it went on for a while, until Rashida decided I had been spanked enough. She let me lie there on her lap, whimpering, while she caressed my butt and examined the results of her handiwork. "Baba!" Rashida was slowly massaging my warm butt. "There's something you need to know." "Yes, bua?" "My mother might be staying over at my aunt's next month, as she is not well." "Oh, I am sorry to hear about her illness, bua. I hope she becomes well soon. I will pray for her." "Thank you, baba. What I wanted to say was that my sister Tamanna might have to come here and stay with us for a bit." "Yes, bua. She is welcome to stay here, of course." "Thank you, baba. Now, please stand up and face me." Obeying her, I stood up once more. I was conscious that I was the scion of this powerful family, with strong political and business connections. I was tipped over to soon take over my father's empire. And here I was, naked, my bum crimson red from being spanked by our mere house maid, and right now she was seated on her stool examining my penis while I stood demurely in front of her, my head bowed down like a slave. "Baba," Rashida was gently stroking my manhood. "How long has it been since you last ejaculated?" "I ..." Normally I should be embarrassed to discuss this intimate act with my maid, but our situation was far from normal. "Four days ago, bua." I didn't lie, of course. I had just been punished for lying. And moreover, I had long ago found out, from painful experience, that somehow Rashida could tell when I was lying about my masturbation. Even if I closed my room doors, deep at night when everyone was asleep, and masturbated into a condom to a porn flick and then threw away the condom, leaving no traces behind, she would still know. And as was just demonstrated, lying to Rashida came with its own dreadful repercussions, so I had to try and always be truthful with her. It was emasculating, of course, to have to ask my maid servants for permission to cum, but it was still better to follow their orders than to be caught lying, or cumming without permission. "I see." Rashida rubbed the tip of her middle finger across the vein of my hardening penis. "And when was the last time Rubina punished you, dear?" I winced. I didn't like to be reminded of the fact that our younger maid, the one who was actually younger than me, and should by all rights be respecting and fearing me, had the power to pull my pants down and have me lie on her lap and give me a hiding. Rubina was the younger maid in our house (she was my age; to be precise she is younger to me by a few months). Whereas Rashida was big, Rubina was small. She was of short stature, thin, with apple-sized boobs. Her only big feature was her butt. It was big for her body and when she walked, it sashayed from side to side. "Er," I tried to answer Rashida's question. "She punished me also four days ago, bua." "What happened?" Rashida asked me, daintly cupping my testicles. "I ... er ... I ..." "Baba." Rashida had my balls in her hand and gave them a gentle squeeze. "Do tell me." I then recounted to Rashida, as she rubbed my now turgid dick, about my last punishment with Rubina. It was four days ago, and in the afternoon. The house was all empty (or so I thought). Rashida had gone to visit her village and wouldn't be back for another two days. My father was attending some political rally, while my mother was in one of her NGO board meetings. Rubina, I thought, had gone to the market. It was one of those rare moments, I had thought, when I truly was by myself. I wanted to have a grand masturbation session. Even though I hadn't asked Rashida for permission, I knew she would be returning two days later - too late to catch me. Rubina could never tell when I had cum. So I opened my laptop and downloaded some of the latest porn starring my favourite porn star Viviene Riely. She was a very fair skinned and comely buxom Latina woman, and I loved her "Maid in Atlanta" series. Viviene played the role of a maid (in the traditional sexy French maid outfit) in a five star hotel somewhere in Atlanta, and by the end of every movie she would end up dominating a multitude of young white boys who were guests at the hotel who tried to hit on her. The plot line was all the same - she would come to clean the room, a boy who was staying there would hit on her and another would expose himself to her. Rather than submitting, Viviene would turn the situation around and dominate those boys and have them at her mercy. I hooked up the laptop to my giant LCD tv, and slowly started to stroke my cock as the movie progressed. I had a condom ready. I had enough time, I thought, to clean up and have no one find out. Suddenly, the door to my room opened, and to my shock, Rubina barged in. She was about to say something, and then she stopped. I was cringing. There was no way to hide what I was doing. The scene on the TV showed Viviene holding a wimpy boy by his ears while another rubbed his sorry red ass in the background. "Stand up." Rubina ordered. I stood up. I was taller than her, of course. Rubina reached up, sharply grabbed my left ear and twisted it painfully. She then raised her other hand and twisted my right ear. So here I was, getting both my ears pulled by my diminutive maid. Rubina continued to give me a kaan dola for a while, as I helplessly stood there. She then let go of my right ear, but led me by my left ear and made me stand with my face to the wall in the corner of my own room. Then she let go of my ear. I remained standing, facing the wall, my back to her, not knowing what was going to happen. Rubina wrapped her hands around my waist and tugged at my pajama drawstrings. One quick pull, and my pajamas were down at my ankles and I was naked from waist down. Rubina then told me to step out of the pajamas. "Spread your legs, baba." Rubina ordered me. "Yes, choto bua." I called Rubina choto bua - "choto" meant younger. "Now bend over, and reach behind you to spread your sorry ass too." "Yes, choto bua." "I am going to finish this movie and you better not move or look back, baba, until I tell you to do so." "Yes, choto bua." My ears were still sore from when she had twisted them, but my dick was rapidly getting hard at the tone Rubina was using and the humiliation of what I was expected to do. I spread my legs wide apart and reached back grabbing my ass mounds, spreading them apart exposing my asshole between them. I was now mooning her. I maintained this very painful and humiliating position for a good twenty minutes or so as Rubina watched the video. Every sound from the video made my imagination run rampant and I was getting hot, totally aware of my capitulation to this woman who was nothing more than my mere servant. "Alright, baba. I have seen enough. Stand up and take off your shirt. Good, now come here and kneel in front of me, bitch." Rubina was standing to one side of the room. I walked over to her, now completely in the buff, and kneeled down. SLAP! A sharp cracking sound went through the room as Rubina's outstretched hand met my cheek. "One! Thank you, choto bua. Please slap me again." SLAP! "Two! Thank you, choto bua. Please slap me again." "Why am I slapping you, baba?" Rubina asked me redundantly. "I was watching a porn flick, choto bua." I answered dutifully. "I was going to cum without your permission." SLAP! "Three! Thank you, choto bua. Please slap me again." SLAP! "Four! Thank you, choto bua. Please slap me again." Rubina continued to slap me painfully until I counted to fourteen. Rubina loved to humiliate me and give me very painful punishments. SLAP! "Fifteen! Thank you, choto bua. Please slap me again." SLAP! "Sixteen! Thank you, choto bua. Please slap me again." "Look up." Rubina sharply commanded. "Yes, choto bua." I turned to look at her as she sharply drew in her breath and curled in her lips. SPIT! "You are a worthless human being, baba." "Yes, choto bua." SPIT! "You have a small dick, and you have to ask your maids for permission to cum." "Yes, choto bua." SPIT! "You are such an embarrassment to us when we talk about you." "Yes, choto bua." SPIT! "And you will be a cuckold when you marry, baba." "Yes, choto bua." Rubina stopped spitting and asked me to wipe myself clean with my hand. I tried to clean off the spittle off my face. "Time for your next meal, slave." Rubina sneered. "You are going to eat some maid ass." "Yes, choto bua." Rubina turned around so that her back was to me. Gently, I reached around and grabbed the bottom hemline of her petticoat. I then started to roll it up, slowly exposing her ankles, then her lower legs, and then her upper thighs. I moved her thin panty to one side as her big rotund ass came into view. Rubina then harshly lowered her bountiful ass downward towards my face. She laughed as her smelly asshole made its way plunging towards my mouth. With my hands I kept her panty in place, and her ass cheeks spread slightly apart, as I swirled my tongue around her hole and then started working it slowly in and out of her butt. "That's it, kutti, clean my ass." Rubina commanded. "Keep my hole wet, bitch. Sniff my butt like the dog you are." I started working my tongue deeper and deeper into my maid's asshole. The degrading remarks Rubina was making about me only made me hornier and more determined to please her. My licking had moistened the opening of her rectum as loose as it would go as I was now easing my tongue in and out with ease. Rubina suddenly rose up and walked to the center of my room, her sari falling back to cover her now wet behind. She pulled out my chair and sat down on it, before crossing her legs and snapping her fingers. "Quick, kutti," She ordered. "Get off your knees and get on your belly on the floor. Worship my feet you dog." Quickly I crawled to where she was sitting and proceeded to lie down on my stomach on the floor at Rubina's feet, which I immediately started to kiss and lap. "That's it you kutti. Pay your respect to your mistress." Rubina demanded. I obeyed, as I felt Rubina's hand grab my hair from above and move my head around her feet, pushing my mouth flush against them. "That it, baba. Lap my feet like the dog you are. And raise your bum and wiggle it. Show me you are happy to be treated like a bitch by your mistress." It was tough, but I tried to raise my behind and twerk it from side to side as I licked and kissed her feet. I then realized the floor was rubbing against my hard penis, and also increasing my own excitement. Suddenly Rubina stood up. I remained still, face on the floor, butt in the air, awaiting her next orders. Rubina walked over to my closet and took out a belt. She made a loop on one end of it and slipped it around my neck. I was now her dog on a leash. "Come." She ordered, as she led me out of my room. "Remain on all fours like the dog you are, baba." "Yes, choto bua." I hoped my parents were not at home. It was not a sight I wanted anyone to see me in - being led, naked, on a leash on all fours like a dog. Rubina led me all the way through the house to the kitchen. She then bent down, rolled up her petticoat slightly and pulled her now wet and panty down. "Take this panty and put it in your mouth." Rubina commanded. I complied, as I now stood stark naked in the kitchen, my belt/leash dangling from my neck, and Rubina's damp panty stuffed in my mouth. Rubina walked over to the pantry and took out a spatula. "Now bend over that chair over there," She pointed. With her dirty panty shoved into my mouth, I walked over to the chair and bent over the back of the char, with my ass sticking up, and placed my hands on the seat. 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. Indian Maid Spanks Me Ch. 08 Chapter 8 - My Eighth Punishment Story From The Indian Maid Rashida, her sister and mother use me as a village slave. - Tarek It was 4 in the afternoon, a Monday, and a lazy summer's day it was in Calcutta. I was just half done packing my suitcase for a trip when the door to my room opened. My younger maid servant Rubina sashayed into the room, her body's curves hidden under the thin chiffon sari she was wearing. The sari clung tightly to her svelte figure, and the faint outline of her breasts and her nipples could be seen, indicating she wasn't wearing a blouse. She didn't bother knocking on the door, as usual. It had been a long time since my maid servants respectfully knocked my door and asked permission to enter. Nowadays, the reverse was true. If I had to enter their rooms, I was the one to knock and meekly ask for permission, whereas they would just enter mine at any time. Once I had been in the middle of changing clothes, when the older maid Rashida had barged in. She had spent the next five minutes making fun of my 'nunu' (which is what you call dick in Bengali) before giving me an order to fetch something from the market and leaving. Of course that was better than the time one of them had walked in when I was about to either masturbate or watch some porn. Those were forbidden activities for me, and for which I had to take permission from the maids for. It had been a long time since I had been caught like that, but the fact that my maids were able to walk into my room at any time was a constant reminder to me about who was really in charge around here. "Baba!" Rubina smiled. "All ready for your trip tomorrow?" "I am just half way done through the packing, choto bua." I replied, using the respectful term "choto bua" for her. "Choto" meant younger in Bengali. I called Rashida simply 'bua' out of respect, and Rubina was therefore 'choto bua'. "Maybe an hour more." "Tsk tsk!" She tut-tutted me. "Rashia apa has told you since the morning to pack, and you still aren't done? When did you start?" "Er ... just some time ago, choto bua." Rubina walked up to me until her face was inches away from mine, and smiled. "You better not let her know that, baba." "Yes, choto bua." "If she returns and finds that you still haven't packed, she will give you a proper spanking, baba." "Yes, choto bua." I gulped. I knew she was telling the truth; Rashida - my older house maid - wouldn't be pleased that I had ignored her instructions for over half the day. "She will make your butt so red you won't be able to sit on your big ass for the train ride tomorrow, baba." Rubina grinned. "And it's a long train ride." "Yes, choto bua." Here was I, and one of my maids was telling me that my other maid was going to spank me. I was their employer, I was the one who paid the bills - yet I get no respect from them. Rubina reached and caught the waistband of my pajamas and pulled it slightly to expose a little gap. Slowly her hand made its way inside, and she wrapped her dainty fingers around my now not-so-flaccid member. "Does it arouse you, baba, when I talk about Rashida apa spanking your big bottom?" "I ... I ..." I grew red as Rubina rolled her fingers across my balls. "Your maid servants laugh at you, and spank your pasa, and punish you and slap your cheeks, baba. Where's your purooshotta, your mardangi - your manhood?" "I ... I am sorry, choto bua. You know how I love to serve you both." Rubina laughed, even as she stroked my hardening penis. "And now, baba, you will be travelling with Rashida apa, your buxom, middle aged, older house maid. You will be carrying her suitcases and fetching water for her and bringing food from the railway station canteen to her. You will be helping her up the stairs on the train while taking care not to ogle her big butt as she walks in front of you. You will be travelling with her to her ancestral village, where you will stay with her and her sister and her mother for a whole month. Does the thought make your little nunu hard, baba?" "Er ... yes, choto bua." "Maybe Rashida apa will strip you naked and spank you in front of her little sister, or her older mother, eh, baba?" "I ..." I honestly didn't know what to say. "Tell me the truth, baba." Suddenly Rubina held my balls in an iron grip. "Do you want her to?" "I ... I am hers to use as she sees fit, choto bua." "Rashida apa's younger sister ... Tamanna." Rubina reflected. "How old is she now? Eighteen? Nineteen? So much younger than you, baba. And yet you may have to kiss her feet, or present your bum to her for a caning." "Er ... it is possible, choto bua." As she stroked my penis, Rubina then leaned in and said, "Baba, I have a small request to ask of you." "Your wish is my command, choto bua." "You know how, when I am spanking you baba, you have to count each spank and then thank me?" "Um ... yes, choto bua." I felt a warm fresh sense of shame creep over me as I answered. Not only did I meekly surrender and receive punishments from my maid servants, but I had to count and thank them. "You always say, 'thank you choto bua'. Well, from now on," Rubina told me, "I want you to add some words to that. Say 'thank you my dear choto bua' or 'thank you my lovely choto bua'. Do you understand?" "Yes, chot ... my dear choto bua." Rubina laughed. "I don't mean now, baba!" She exclaimed. "I mean when I am spanking you." "Yes, choto bua." "And I don't want you to say it ALL the time." Rubina clarified. "Perhaps every third time. Or fourth. You decide." "Yes, choto bua." Rubina withdrew her hands from my pajamas. She then showed me her right hand. There was something scribbled there in Bengali. "Read it." She commanded. "It says 'pichchee'." I squinted and read aloud. "'Pichchee' - what is that, choto bua?" Now Bengali wasn't my mother tongue, of course. It was Urdu. The maid servants however never spoke to me in Urdu. I had to learn their language and speak to them in Bengali. It was another sign of my servitude and inferiority to them. "You will use this word," Rubina told me as she reinserted her hands into my pajamas and took hold of my manhood again, "In addition to 'my lovely choto bua' and 'my dear choto bua' and other terms of endearment you can think of. You will say 'my pichchee choto bua'." "Yes, choto bua." I replied as I got really hard. Rubina knew how to stroke me to almost the point of no return and stop just at the right time. "But what does 'pichchee' mean?" "You have a pichchee nunu." Rubina told me, rubbing me. "That should give you a clue." "Er ... little?" "It means small." Rubina answered, stroking me hard. "Just like 'choto' but it usually refers to small as in a small child. When you call me your pichchee choto bua it will remind you that even though I am younger than you, I am smaller than you and shorter than you and beneath you in social status, in this house-" and here Rubina cupped my balls in her hand -"I hold your balls in my hand." "Yes, choto bua." Rubina laughed loudly, and then withdrew her hands. Snapping her fingers, she ordered, "Baba! Please take off your pajamas." "Yes, choto bua." Even though it meant I was getting delayed, I hastened to comply. I untied the string that held my pajamas together, slipped my fingers into the hem, and then slowly pushed my pajamas to the floor. Once they were at my feet, I stepped out of them. I was now naked from the waist down, and the hardness of my manhood was completely exposed. Rubina told me to sit down on the bed. "Baba," she asked me, "If I now tie you up, will you try to get out of it?" "Only if you order me to, choto bua." SLAP! "No, if I tie you up, you will not be getting out of it." "Yes, choto bua." SLAP! "Thank you, choto bua, please slap me again." SLAP! "Thank you, my dear choto bua, please slap me again." "There! You are learning!" Rubina was beaming. SLAP! "Thank you, my pichchee choto bua, please slap me again." SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Rubina slapped me a few times, and then turned around so that I was staring into her butts. The sari clung tightly to her ass cheeks, going into her crack, and she had very fleshy buttocks indeed. "Baba, is your cock nice and hard?" "Yes, choto bua." "Even after I slapped you, baba?" "Especially after you slapped me, choto bua." "So your pichchee maid slaps you and instead of getting angry, you get hard?" "Yes, choto bua." Rubina ran a finger seductively down her ass crack line. "Baba, what do you think of my ass?" "I .. Choto bua, you have a very nice pasa indeed." "Thank you, baba. Now please lift my sari up to expose this lovely pasa of mine." "Yes, choto bua." Rubina was wearing a black thong underneath, which was just a string across the crack of her butt. She reached around and parted the thong. "Do you see my ass-hole, baba?" "Yes, choto bua." "Lick it, baba. Make it nice and wet." "Yes, choto bua." I buried my face into the mounds of her buttocks and started to lick her ass-hole. Even as my nose tried to ignore the rancid odor, my tongue poked and lashed its way into the depths of her anus, obediently tried to make it wet. She thrust her behind into my face as I remained buried like a dog sniffing its master's butt. "You like that, baba?" Rubina laughed, as I flicked my tongue deep into her crevice. "You are pathetic, baba." "Yes, choto bua." "Alright, baba, out. Good, now kiss my ass. Cover it with kisses. Make it wet." "Yes, choto bua." I held her from behind and as instructed, covered her derriere with wet kisses. She was my house maid, my servant, younger to me - but it was I who was kissing her ass! "Do you like kissing my ass, baba?" Rubina laughed again. "Yes, choto bua." "What do you say, baba?" "Thank you, choto bua." "Say 'thank you choto bua for letting me kiss your pasa'." "Thank you choto bua for letting me kiss your pasa." After some time Rubina told me to stop, and then turned around. She caught me by the ears and pulled me up to stand in front of her, facing her. "I am going to give you a kaan dola, baba." "Yes, choto bua." Kaan dola was Bengali for the punishment where my earlobe or earlap was taken between my maid's thumb and index finger and pulled sharply. The pulling can be slowly but firmly in any direction, e.g. upwards or sideways; it can also involve pinching or twisting the earlobe to cause a sharper pain. Usually my maids pulled me by the ear either to inflict humiliation, steadily increasing the pain until I was punished for whatever I had done. It's also a painful and humiliating way to pull or drag me somewhere - usually to a room where I would be given further spankings. "You are really hard, baba." Rubina observed, even as her hands continued to twist and pinch my ears. "Yes, choto bua." Rubina used her right hand to twist my left ear. Then she used her left hand to twist and pull my right ear. She alternated, giving each of my ears a tight and sharp pull every time. I was blushing deep red, my ears going crimson, even as my dick remained hard due to my humiliation. "I am going to slap you again now, baba, and slap you hard. I want you to count each one, baba." "Yes, choto bua." "I will slap you ten times. Maybe more if you don't do it properly." "Yes, choto bua." Rubina raised her hands. Almost instinctively I braced myself. SLAP! "One! Thank you, my dear choto bua. Please slap me again." SLAP! "Two! Thank you my sweet choto bua. Please slap me again." A sharp sting was now evident on each of my cheeks, as Rubina struck me again and again. SLAP! "Ouch! Three! Thank you, my lovely choto bua. Please slap me again." SLAP! "Thank you, choto bua. Please slap me again." "Tsk, tsk, baba! Where's the count? Try again." SLAP! Rubina slapped me quite hard as a result of my error. "Four! Thank you, choto bua. I am sorry for my mistake, choto bua. Please slap me again." "Better, baba. Much better. But I want you to start from the beginning again." I groaned. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Rubina slapped me a few times in quick succession, far too quickly for me to count. Her hands were a blur as they struck my cheeks rapidly. SLAP! SLAP! "Why did I hear you groan?" Rubina thundered at me. "I am so sorry, choto bua. Please ... please forgive me. It won't happen again." SLAP! "One! Thank you, my dear choto bua. Please slap me again." SLAP! "Two! Thank you, my cute choto bua. Please slap me again." SLAP! "Three! Thank you, my lovely choto bua. Please slap me again." SLAP! "F...four! Thank you, choto bua. Please slap me again." SLAP! "F...five! Thank you, my beautiful c...choto bua. Please s-s-s-slap me again." SLAP! "Six! T-t-thank you, my sexy choto bua. Please s-s-slap me again." I started to mumble as the pain spread. "Having fun, baba?" SLAP! "Seven! Er .. yes, ch-ch-choto bua. Thank you, my pichchee choto bua. P-p-please slap me again." SLAP! "Eight! Thank you, choto bua. Please slap me again." SLAP! "Nine! Thank you, my sweet choto bua. Please slap me again." Only one more! SLAP! "Ten! Thank you, choto bua." "You didn't ask me to slap you again, baba. I will repeat that." "Yes, choto bua." SLAP! "Ten! Thank you, choto bua. Please slap me again." "Haha. If you say so, baba." SLAP! "Ow... E-e-eleven! Thank you, my dear choto bua. P-p-please slap me again." SLAP! "Ouch! Twelve! T-t-thank you, choto bua. P-p-please slap me again." "That's enough for now, baba." "Thank you, my kind choto bua." * * * Sharp at 10.30 pm, I walked through the house, past the main living room and the dining room, past the kitchen, towards the servants' quarters. Like every other day for several years now, my parents were fast asleep by that time. Making my way to Rashida's room, I knocked softly on her door. "Who is it?" Rashida's voice thundered through the closed door. "It's me, Tarek." I answered. "Come in, baba!" "Thank you, bua." I opened the door and entered, and shut the door behind me. A faint and pleasant scent greeted my nose; Rashida had lit up some incense. It was a hot and humid night, and the air conditioner in her room struggled to keep the temperature down. Rashida was sitting on the bed, her legs up, reading a magazine. She hardly bothered to look up as I entered. I walked to one corner of the room, and turned so that my back was to her and my face to the corner, and then I started to undress. First I took off my shirt which I folded carefully and placed on the dresser nearby. Then I unbuckled my trousers, moved down the zipper, and slid out of my pants. I folded the trousers and kept it on top of the shirt. I was now stark naked, in my birthday suit, facing the wall, standing there meekly awaiting the punishment of my maid servant. It was a routine familiar to me, one that I was used to and submitted to for the last several years. Rashida let me stand in "corner time" for a full ten minutes. It was her way of making sure I knew who the boss was (as if I needed any reminding!). Yes, I was the employer, the owner, and she was my maid servant - but she was the boss. Standing there in silence, while not knowing when she would call me, and what I had done, and how she was going to punish me - my mind played all sort of tricks on me and my imagination ran riot. Finally, when she did call me, it was a relief. "Baba! O My nangta (naked) baba!" Rashida ordered, "Go get that chair from the corner, and please place it in the centre of the room." "Yes, bua." My maid servant rose ponderously from the bed, the bed creaking as she got up. She had put on some more weight in recent times, most of it going into her buttocks. As she made her way to the chair, her big breasts swayed from side to side, and like always, it seemed they would just burst out from the blouse that contained them. The blouse - always one size smaller - clung sharply to her body and I could see the faint outline of her areole. Rashida wasn't wearing a bra. She hardly ever wore a bra nowadays, and sometimes when she worked, I would see the faint outline of sweat around her nipple through the thin material of her blouse. Her sari, draped haphazardly around her big body, left her ample midriff completely bare, with her belly button exposed. When she turned around, I could see the sari creep into the crack of her giant buttocks. Rashida, my lovely maid servant, was big. Rashida sat down on the chair, and then turned to me. "Baba, what are you waiting for? Please come here and assume the position! Over my knees!" "Yes, bua." I went over to submit myself. Gently I placed myself across her lap, over her knees. My flaccid dick smacked against her thighs - a thin layer of her sari separating my member from her flesh, and I dared not move - rubbing myself against her thighs was sure to give me an arousal. She placed a hand on my naked bum. "Baba." Rashida laughed softly. "How many times do you think I have spanked you?" "I ... I don't know, bua." "Think about it, baba. How many smacks do you think your ass has gotten from my hand over the years?" "I ... I ... a lot, bua." "Hundreds!" Rashida exclaimed. "Maybe thousands! You are here, every week, twice at least, and if not more!" "Yes, bua." "And yet," Rashida suddenly squeezed my butt cheeks, leading me to gasp, "You still don't grasp the essential meaning of following orders, baba!" "I ... I ... I am sorry, bua." "Rubina told me how late you started packing." Rashida gently kneaded my bum as she rebuked me. "Yet, I had told you since the morning to get started." "Yes, bua. I am sorry, bua." "This will hurt, baba." SPANK! The blow was sharp, quick, and Rashida landed a resounding smack on my right butt cheek. Indian Maid Spanks Me Ch. 08 "One! Thank you, bua. I am so sorry, bua, I will not delay again. Please spank me again." SPANK! "Two! Thank you, bua. I am really sorry, bua. Please spank me again." SPANK! "Ow! Three! Thank you, bua. I am quite sorry, bua. It won't happen again. Please spank me again." SPANK! "Ouch! Four! Um ... Thank you, bua. I am really, really sorry, bua. Please spank me again." "You had a tough day today, didn't you, baba?" Rashida rubbed the area where she was spanking me. "First Rubina, and now me." "Er ... yes, bua." "Wrong answer, baba!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "You still haven't learnt ..." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "... what to say when I ..." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "... ask you a question, baba!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Rashida hit me rapidly, alternating fast between each butt cheek, too fast for me to maintain the count. "The right answer ..." SPANK! "... baba, would have been to say ..." SPANK! "... that you deserved it." SPANK! "Er .. yes, bua." I could finally get a word in as Rashida took a breather. "I am sorry, bua. I deserved the rough day. Rubina, I mean choto bua, came and saw that I had delayed in packing, and therefore punished me. And now I deserve whatever punishment you give me, my dear bua." "How many spanks was that, baba?" Rashida asked me, as she squeezed my butts painfully. "Er.. I lost count, bua. Sorry about that ..." "Here you are, like a beshorom, naked, lying across your maid's lap getting a beating from her, and you don't even know how many times she has thrashed your pasa?!" "I ... I am sorry, bua." Rashida sighed. "You duffer! Start again from the beginning, baba." "Yes, bua." SPANK! "One! Thank you, bua. Please spank me again." SPANK! "Two! Thank you, bua. Please spank me again." Rashida continued to spank me, chiding me in between spanks. I felt like a naughty little child being spanked by a strict matron. Finally she stopped, and I remained still across her lap, my bum now stinging with pain, and no doubt quite red. Rashida used a hand to gently part my two legs, so that her palm was now lying against my ball sack. Tenderly she began to rub my testicles. "Tomorrow, baba, we journey to my ancestral village." "Yes, bua." "You will spend a month with my, my sister and my mother, living in my village amongst my people." Rashida was kneading my balls now. "Yes, bua." "I will need you to be on far better behavior there than you are here, baba." "Yes, bua." "You will obey me and listen to my every desire before I even utter the words, baba." "Yes, bua." Her rubbing and stroking of my manhood had now made my dick quite hard. "And you will serve my sister, and my mother, just like you serve me and Rubina." "Yes, bua." "I intend to spank and punish you there, baba, in front of my sister and mother." "Yes, bua." "My sister will take part in the punishments, even though she is younger than you, baba." "Yes, bua. I am your slave, to be used as you wish." "Good, now stand up." Rashida patted my bum. "Yes, bua." I stood sharply at attention, right next to my seated maid servant Rashida, even as my ass smarted from the spanking. Almost absent mindedly, Rashida continued to stroke my balls and manhood, making me quite turgid. "Baba, for the next month or so, you will be completely mine." Rashida told me, rubbing her thumb across the tip of my penis. "In my village, no one knows you, but everyone knows me. You will be at my mercy." "Yes, bua." I replied. I knew I should be scared, but the thought of being at the mercy of Rashida and her family was making me even harder. "Here in the city, baba," Rashida continued, while stroking my cock. "You know you can always escape, and you are the employer and I am the maid in your employment. But in my village, I will be in control and you will be giving yourself up completely to my whims." "Yes, bua." Rashida leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my now turgid manhood. My penis twitched at the touch of her thick lips. "Baba, you know that I won't hurt you more than you can handle, and I do take good care of you ..." "Yes, bua." "But," Rashida rolled around my balls in the palm of her hand. "You will become my sex hostage. You will become our sex slave. I will dominate you sexually, I will dominate you physically and I will dominate you mentally. I will have your balls in my hand ALL THE time. If you are OK with that, tell me how much of a goddess your maid servant is, baba." "Oh my bua!" I gushed out. "My beautiful, lovely, delicious bua! You know you are a true goddess for me! You are all that I can think of! I am so lucky to have you in my life, oh bua. I will do anything for you, you know that, ANYTHING! I love you, bua!"" Rashida had a big smile on her face. "Well done, baba. That's what every mistress loves to hear." Rashida then decided to tease me. "But what will your friends say, baba, if they could hear what you are saying now! What will your family say, baba! You are professing your love and your slavery to your maid servant!" "Bua," I announced. "I don't care if anyone knows. I love you, bua." "Even when I spank you, baba?" "I am yours to be spanked, bua. If I displease you, spanking is the least punishment for me." "Even when I beat you and slap you, baba?" "Even when you beat me and slap me, bua. I am yours to use as you please, bua. It is my honour when you beat me and slap me." "What about the times I urinated on you, baba, and made you drink my piss, and spit on you?" "As I said, bua, you can do anything to me; I am yours to urinate and piss upon. I am not even worthy to drink your urine, bua." Rashida grinned. "Say, you are my toilet and my bitch." "Bua, I am your toilet and your bitch. I am your dog. I am your urinal." Rashida then stood up. She leaned in and kissed me twice - once on each cheek. I flushed deep red with pleasure. She still had my cock in her hand. "Baba," she told me, after planting two more wet and sloppy kisses on my cheek, "You have pleased me, and you have made me very wet. So wet ... that I want to spank you, and spank you hard." Inwardly, I grimaced. My ass was already stinging and in pain. Yet I replied, "Of course, bua. I am your slave." "Baba," Rashida purred, stroking me quite rapidly. "I want to spank you with a spatula. I want to spank you so hard ... I want to leave marks and bruises on your butt that I can show to my sister and mother." Gulp! "Yes, bua." "Baba," Rashida ordered. "The spatula is in the kitchen. Please go and get it." "Yes, bua." I walked to the kitchen, filled with trepidation. Yes, I knew that my parents were asleep in their room, but what if they were not? What if someone got up for a glass of water? They would see me, fully naked, cock semi hard, ass stinging red, walking with a spatula in my hand towards the maids' quarters. Thankfully no one saw me and soon I was back in her room. Rashida made me bend over the back of the chair, so I was bent over with my hands grasping the seat of the chair for support, my ass hanging over the back of the chair, and my legs spread apart. "Bua," I asked, as she patted my bum before the beating. "Do I count from one?" "Baba," Rashida laughed. "Do you remember the count for the spanks?" "Er ... yes, bua." I was proud I remembered the number of times she had spanked my buttocks with her bare hand. "It was 32, bua." "Good job, baba!" Rashida lightly tapped my bum. "Now for this beating, I want to do things differently. I want you to start counting from 100, and count down rather than up." "Er ... yes, bua." "We will see how much you can take, baba." Rashida told me. "And the number that remains is the number of times I will spank you at some future time, without mercy." "Er ... ok, I mean, yes, bua." "So when you want me to stop, ask me for my mercy." "Yes, bua." Rashida arched her hand, raised the spatula high in the air and then let go. Her arm came crashing down, and the cupped end of the spatula landed with a crash on the delicate skin of my already smarting behind. WHAP! A thousand volts of pain ran through my body as I quivered. "100! I ... um... thank you, bua. Please hit me again." WHAP! "99! T-t-thank you, bua. Please hit me again." WHAP! "Er... 98! I ... thank you, bua. P-p-please ... hit me ... again." WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! And so it continued. I wanted her to stop, really, but I was also aware that with each hit, I was lessening the future punishment. Still there was only so much I could take. WHAP! "87! Bua, mercy! Please, have some mercy on me, my mistress! My bua!" "Hmm." Rashida pondered. "Only thirteen ... or fourteen hits and you are begging for mercy, baba? That won't do. Keep counting! I want to stop at a lower number." "Er ... yes, bua. But please, have some mercy on me." "Keep counting, baba." WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Finally, when the count was seventy five, Rashida stopped. I remained bent over, whimpering, tears streaming down my face, as Rashida examined her handiwork. "Very nice, baba." She said. "Few large red bruises, good strike marks, nice welts and your right butt cheek is quite black and blue." "I ... Sniff! ... Er ... thank you bua." "I would have preferred to continue, baba," Rashida admonished me, "but I did give you the option of begging for mercy." "Thank you, bua." "Stand up, baba. Now ... do you want to cum tonight?" I looked up at Rashida, my eyes still red, but my cock suddenly snapping to attention. Rashida started to laugh when she saw that. "Er ... yes, bua. Can I please, bua?" I pleaded. "My cock is paining, bua. It would be a great relief to cum, bua." "If you make me cum, baba," Rashida promised, "I'll make you cum." "Oh, yes, bua, I will!" I told her enthusiastically. "However," Rashida warned me, "If you fail to make me cum, you won't cum tonight and you may get those seventy five beatings, or I decide otherwise." "Yes, bua." Grasping my ear hard, Rashida twisted it, and then led me by the ear over to her bed and sat down, and spread out her legs. Immediately I knelt at her feet by the side of the bed. Bowing my head, I began to kiss her legs and feet in earnest. I started by licking them. Rashida put her feet on my face and I licked. This was so hot. I found myself becoming intoxicated as Rashida used me to clean her feet. She soon stuck a foot in my mouth and I started sucking. I sucked every one of her toes too. All the while she kept running her fingers and hands through my hair telling me how much she loved having me as a slave. I was becoming lost in her dominance and my love for her. I was so grateful to her for letting me serve her. In between kissing her feet, I told her how much of a real goddess she was. With each kiss, I was telling her how I was falling further and further under her spell. After about 45 minutes of intense foot worship Rashida decided it was time. She bent down and raised the hem of her sari and began to roll it up. Her snatch soon came into view - she wasn't wearing any panties. A thick bush covered her vagina. Her eyes had the look of a woman in heat - beating me and having her feet worshipped had made her horny. I remained kneeling and begat to eat out at her hole. My tongue lashed out, and soon I was getting to the center of her juicy cunt. Rashida was now breathing fast as I poked a finger, and then a couple in, before removing them and diving in with my tongue. Soon, Rashida started to scream and groan, and I kept licking and licking. Oh yes, she was certainly going to cum, and therefore so would I! I made Rashida cum in a big way. Years of being her slave had certainly made me adept at giving her - or any woman - good oral service. "Phew!" Rashida wiped her brow. "I have taught you well. Now, baba, I am going to do something special for you to cum." "Er... Thanks, bua." "Since the next month is probably going to be hard on you, tonight will be something memorable." "Thank you, bua." Rashida asked me to get a container that was above the dressing table. I got it for her and she opened it. It was a small cup of whipped cream. The hot summer night had nearly melted it. Rashida asked me to stand next to her, and she began to stroke me. Her fingers danced on my ball sack, and then went up and down my manhood. Within no time, I was rock hard. Rashida then took the cream, and plunged the container onto my dick. Using a finger, she spread the cream all over my penis and around my balls. Oh, it felt so good! Then she slowly, but methodically, started to lick the cream off my dick. Oh yes! She was slowly sucking my dick, and the cream gave it an extraordinary sensation. I was as hot as I could be and close to cumming. Rashida wrapped one arm around my butt and with the other, kneaded and squeezed my balls even as she continued to suck and lick me. I couldn't hold out any longer - my butt clenched and my hips violently shuddered as I started shooting loads and loads of cum. I have never cum so hard from a blow job Rashida had given me. My mistress swallowed it all, not letting a single drop fall. "Did you like that, baba?" She questioned with a cooing voice. "Was that good for you?" "Oh, yes, bua, OH YES!" I was still dripping semen. "Good!" Rashida smiled. "Now, baba, go to your room. Go to sleep. We have a long journey tomorrow." Sleep - I was guessing I would hardly be able to lie down with my ass stinging as it was, but there was only one reply I could give. I bent down and gave her a kiss on each cheek, smelling my cum in her mouth as I did so. "Yes, bua." * * * Rashida enveloped her mother in a bear hug. "Oh, amma!" She cried out, covering the older woman's cheeks with wet, sloppy kisses. It had been a good seventeen hours we had spent on the trip, most of it on the train, and then the bus, and now finally after a twenty minute rickshaw ride we were at Rashida's mother's place. It was a typical village house, but quite big and had all the modern amenities. Obviously the money we paid Rashida was bearing its fruits here. A young lady, who I would later know was Rashida's younger sister, had just opened the door and we walked into the living room. Rashida headed in first, and I followed, carrying all of mine and her luggage. No one even acknowledged me as I walked in. I was just a slave, a porter, carrying her bags and luggage. Under normal circumstances there would have been a huge fuss over me - I was her employer's son, but here no one even paid me a second look. I was told where to place the luggage while Rashida was being kissed by her mother. Rashida's mother Dania was an older lady, probably touching seventy years of age, yet her skin was surprisingly smooth and not very wrinkly. Her hair was completely gray, and her cheeks had a few lines in it, but she looked surprisingly no older than a fifty year old lady. She was a little thin, and her white sari was wrapped loosely around her body, exposing the milky skin of her midsection and the navel. Dania returned Rashida's kisses by smooching her on the cheeks, nose and forehead. "Baba, this is my mother Dania." Rashida turned to me. "You can call her amma." "Salaam alaikum, amma!" I greeted her. "Amma" meant mother in Bengali. "So ..." Dania didn't immediately return my greetings. "This is your employer's son, the one you talk about a lot." "Yes," Rashida replied. "He has grown a lot since you last saw him, didn't you." "Yes." Dania replied. "He was little, then. And now, he is .. is he ... really?" "Oh yes." Rashida snapped her fingers. "Baba, please show the proper respect to my mother. Now!" There could only be one way I could pay my respects to her after Rashida snapped her fingers. Immediately I knelt down on the ground and prostrated so that my lips touched Dania's feet. I kissed her right foot, and then her left. After I had kissed her feet, I remained prostrate on the ground, my lips pressed against her toes. "Get up, baba." Dania told me. I stood up, my face red and my eyes cast down in shame. I was from the high strata of society and I had just kissed my maid servant's mother's feet! "So," Dania asked me, "Is it true that you are my daughter Rashida's little slave boy?" I reddened slightly, embarrassed, and nodded. "Yes amma," I croaked. "Tarek!" Rashida ordered, taking my name instead of calling me affectionately 'baba'. A further sign of my slavery was that I wasn't allowed to take the name of my maids, but refer to them respectfully by 'bua', while they were not bound by any rules and could order me by my name if they wanted to. "Turn around so your back is to us." Rashida commanded. "I want you to unbuckle your belt, drop your pants and bend over. Show us that big ass of yours." I turned beet red, and my face flushed with embarrassment, but I wasn't going to disobey my mistress in front of her family. Right there, in front of everyone in the room, I did as I was told, exposing myself to Dania. I wasn't wearing any underwear, of course, as per the general orders of Rashida - so she could spank me at a moment's notice if she wanted to. I was now bent over at the waist, "mooning" Rashida's mother, my ass now on display for everyone in the room to see. I remained motionless in this position, cravenly awaiting Rashida's further instructions. No doubt, across my buttocks were probably half dozen or so red streaks, as a result of yesterday's spanking. "As you can see, baba did something yesterday I didn't like, so baba got a spanking from me." Rashida informed her mother. "You can see the marks from the spatula here. Let's just say that today he had an uncomfortable train ride here." Everyone in the room laughed, and I cringed in shame and humiliation. "Ok, Tarek." Rashida told me. "No one wants to see your ass for long. You can get up and pull up your pants now." "Yes, bua." Rashida now came forward and pointed to the young lady by her side. "Now this is my sister Tamanna." Rashida introduced me to her. "You can call her apu." "Salam alaikum, apu." I greeted Tamanna. Indian Maid Spanks Me Ch. 08 Rashida's sister Tamanna was quite possibly one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She was young, twenty or so (similar to Rubina), but she had one of the sexiest bodies you could think of. Whereas Rubina was thin, Tamanna was amply voluptuous, filling out in the most alluring way. Her big chest complimented her spanking buttocks and when she bit her lips in that demure yet commanding fashion, it was all I could do not to drool. Rashida, like all Indian maids, was of a medium to dark brown complexion, but Tamanna was milky fair, like her mother. "Now remember," Rashida sharply instructed me. "She may be younger than you, but she is my sister, and moreover, she is a female and you are a lowly man. You will obey her just like you obey me." "Yes, bua." "Now bend down and kiss her feet." "Yes, bua." Tamanna giggled as I knelt down and bent over, pressing my lips onto the smooth skin of her ankles. "He really is your slave, apa." She remarked, as I paid homage to her feet. Rashida had me where she wanted me -immediately humiliated and at her family's service. It was to be three days before I got my first spanking in the house. * * * "Ow! Ouch! Bua, please, it hurts!" It was just after dinner. As Rashida's sister Tamanna and her mother Dania watched, nonplussed, Rashida caught hold my right ear. "Come, baba." She pulled and twisted my ear, causing me to yelp and stand up. "I am sorry, bua." I deferentially apologized. "Sorry is not good enough, baba." Rashida continued to twist my ear. "Let's go to our room." "Yes, bua." Dania and Tamanna continued to sip their tea as they watched Rashida yank me by the ear. No one rushed to my defense - I was a slave and should expect punishments. Leading me, red faced, by the ear, Rashida dragged me to the room where we both slept. "Right, I want you over this chair ..." Rashida stood behind the chair and bent over, so that her ass was facing me, bent up, and her hands flat on the seat of the chair. She was showing me the position she wanted me to assume. "Bend over baba," She ordered, "So your pasa (ass) is up, is that clear?" "Yes, bua." She moved out, and I walked over to the chair. Bending over so that the back of the chair was pressing against my tummy, I placed my hands on the seat of the chair, presenting my bum to my maid. "Right." Rashida walked over and grabbed the waistband of my shorts. "Let's get this down, shall we?" She tugged and started to pull my pants down. "I want to slipper your bare bottom." "Yes, bua." My shorts were soon at my ankles. "Step out of your pants please, baba." "Yes, bua." "Now spread your legs a bit. I want to see your pasa nice and clear." "Yes, bua." Rashida placed the flat end of her slipper against my buttocks. The rubbery grooves of her chappal pressed against my anticipating skin, as she tantalizingly rubbed her footwear over my behind. I, the rich son and employer, was going to be beaten on my ass by my maid with her slipper. The same slipper she used to walk all around the village streets was now going to be used on my ass. "Stick that big bottom out." "Yes, bua." WHACK! "One! Thank you, bua. Please forgive me for not asking your permission to sit, bua. Please spank me again." WHACK! "Two! Thank you, bua. Please forgive me for not asking your permission to go to the bathroom, bua. Please spank me again." WHACK! "Three! Thank you, bua. Please forgive me for not asking your permission before starting to eat, bua. Please spank me again." WHACK! Rashida continued to hit me with her sandal, as I abjectly apologized to her and asked her to hit me again and again. I was conscious that only a thin curtain separated our room from the rest of the house, and Rashida's sister Tamanna and her mom Dania could hear every strike, every moan and every sound that I made. "Six! Sorry, bua. Please forgive me. Please spank me again." WHACK! Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the curtain move slightly, and a shadow crossed the threshold. Tamanna was watching us! I went red, and felt deeply ashamed, that a girl my age was watching me being punished by my own maid. And that girl was my maid's sister! WHACK! "A good strapping, that's what you need, baba." "Yes, bua." WHACK! "You are going to find out just how much I love you, baba." WHACK! I reached around to briefly rub my stinging bottom. "Get that hand away from here!" Rashida sharply rebuked me. "Is this how I have trained you?" "No, bua." "Did I tell you that you could touch your pasa?" "No, bua." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Rashida bent down and rubbed my buttocks. "Hmm, this is getting red. Good, keep sticking that big bottom of yours out, baba." WHACK! "Do you love to get punished, baba? Did you want me to punish you while my sister and mother can hear you crying for mercy?" WHACK! "I gave you the benefit of the doubt, baba. And you forgot." "Yes, bua." WHACK! "Alright." Rashida asked me to stand up. "Time for you to go over my knee, baba." "Yes, bua." Rashida sat down on the chair and crossed her legs. Reaching down, she hiked up her saree slightly so that her ankles were now uncovered. "Get over my knee, baba." "Yes, bua." "Just count this time, and thank me." Rashida instructed, as I placed myself on her lap, over her knees. "You can start from one again." "Yes, bua." I had assumed the position. SPANK! The back of her hand hit my right butt cheek fast and hard. Rashida actually cupped her hand slightly as she beat me so the sting was pronounced. "One! Ouch! Thank you, bua." SPANK! "Two! Thank you, bua." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Here was I, the son of Rashida's employer, but I was dressed in only my t-shirt, naked as the day I was born from the waist down, bent over my maid servant's knee, getting a thrashing on my bum from her hand. Rashida's left hand was lying cross my waist, holding on to me as I squirmed and tried to keep up the count with each spank. SPANK! SPANK! "You have been getting a spanking from me for years now, baba." Rashida told me. "So there are a few things I expect from you now as a trained slave." "Yes, bua." SPANK! "I expect that when you are with me, you will ask me for permission before you go to the bathroom." "Yes, bua." SPANK! "I expect baba that you will see to my comfort before yours." "Yes, bua." SPANK! "I expect that you, baba, will ask me for permission before you start to eat and fill your belly." "Yes, bua. Please forgive me." "Shut up and keep counting, baba." SPANK! "You are here in my mother's house, baba. They expect to see a trained slave boy here, not a bitch still in need of a spanking." "Yes, bua." SPANK! SPANK! "I expected to present your service as a gift to my mother. Instead, here I am, spanking you again." "I am sorry, bua." SPANK! SPANK! Rashida took a pause, as I lay there on her lap, whimpering, and my ass stinging and no doubt very red. "You are my employer, baba." Rashida told me, rubbing my butt cheeks and watching them jiggle as I squirmed in pain. "Yet, here you are, over my knees. Who's got the upper hand here, baba?" "You do, bua." I told her. "You are my mistress, and I am your slave." "Do you love me, baba?" It was a very strange moment to ask that question, but I didn't even have to think for a moment as I replied, "Yes, of course, bua, with all my heart." "Hmm." Rashida squeezed my left ass cheek. "Ow!" I could not help but scream. "Bua! It hurts." Rashida didn't say anything, but raised her hand. SPANK! "OW! Ow! ... I ..." I counted. "T-t-thank you, bua." "I guess we Bengali maids do have the upper hand on you, baba." Rashida laughed, and spanked me again. "I can come and give you a spanking whenever I feel like, no?" "Yes, bua." "And you, baba, will continue to love me, your maid servant, even as I spank and whip and cane you." "Yes, bua." SPANK! "You once thought we were fit enough to think about while masturbating, baba." Rashida reminded me. "Now here you are, having to ask me for permission before you can even cum." "Yes, bua." SPANK! "You are not going to cum tonight, baba." "Oh ... Yes, bua, as you wish, bua." SPANK! "You should be ashamed, baba, that I can just grab you by the ear and give you a kaan dola whenever I want." "Yes, bua." SPANK! "You are nothing but a sissy, baba." "Yes, bua." SPANK! "You should be ashamed of yourself as a man, baba." "Yes, bua." SPANK! "Now you have to show some respect to us women." "Yes, bua." SPANK! "Remember the very first time I punished you, baba?" "Yes, bua." SPANK! "Do you remember, baba," Rashida asked, "What I did to you when I caught you masturbating, all those years ago?" "Yes, bua." The memory was clear in my mind. "You twisted my ear ..." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "No!" Rashida spanked me thrice in sharp succession, and then interrupted me. "You are forgetting one important thing. Before I did anything to you, YOU started to apologize to me. I had interrupted your little masturbation session, and you began to apologize to me. Do you remember what happened next?" SPANK! "I .. er ... you commanded me not to move, and then went out to send Rubina away to the market." SPANK! "Correct." Rashida spanked me, and then rested her hands on my butt for a moment, as I counted, and thanked her and asked her for another. "And THEN when I returned, I scolded you for moving, and you fell at my feet, begging me to forgive you. THEN I started to punish you by twisting your ear." "Yes, bua, you are right." SPANK! "I am always right, baba. Remember that. What happened next, baba?" I felt that warm feeling of shame come over me again, but answered her question. Rashida continued to spank me, even as she made me reminisce about the first time she had punished me. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Then, bua, after twisting my ears, you asked me to tell you why you were punishing me. I had to recount my shameful act. And then you said you are going to slap me, and I had to count and thank you after each slap, and ask for another one. And then you started to slap me." SPANK! "What happened next, baba?" "I counted each slap and thank you for it, bua." SPANK! "Then?" "I ... er ... went over your lap, over your knees. You spanked my bare bum with a ruler." "Yes. And now here you are, after all these years, still over my knees, getting a spanking on your bare bum from your old maid." SPANK! SPANK! "Bua, you are not old." I replied. "You are the most beautiful woman in my eyes." "Thank you, baba. You are the most pathetic boy in my eyes." SPANK! SPANK! Rashida continued to beat me, alternating between each butt cheek. And I continued to softly count, whimper, and thank her. Finally, she asked me to stand up. "Get up, baba! Go; stand in that corner of the room." "Yes, bua." "Touch your nose against the wall, and hands to your side. Butt out." "Yes, bua." Whimpering, and now in no doubt that Tamanna was watching me from behind the curtain (I could hear her sharp breathing), I walked over to the corner of the small bedroom. It was going to be a long holiday at Rashida's mom's place. I stood in the corner for almost twenty minutes before I was allowed to go to bed. My dick was hard and my buttocks throbbing with pain, but there was no cumming for me tonight. * * * It was early morning, about 7 am. I opened my eyes and look to my right side on the bed. Rashida was on her back, hands over her face, sleeping soundly, her breasts rising and falling softly with each breath. Her sari's pallu had fallen to one side, and I could see her navel rise and fall. Oh, how I wanted to kiss that navel! I could hear someone in the kitchen, and my full bladder reminded me that I needed to pee. Grateful that someone was up so I could ask permission to go to the washroom, I gently tiptoed out of the bed and into the kitchen. Tamanna was in kitchen, washing something in the sink. Her back was to me, and I could see her gorgeous ass shake as she scrubbed a dish in the sink. She was dressed in a simple pink sari, her sexy body draped curvaceously, leaving her slim waist exposed. She heard me walk in and turned. "Good morning, apu." I politely greeted her, using the term 'apu' (the word 'apa' has the same meaning, and 'apa' and 'apu' can be used interchangeably in Bengali to mean sister). Usually in Bengali you called an older person close to your age 'apu', but here was I, calling a girl younger than me 'apu'. "Good morning, bhaiyya." She told me. "Bhaiyya" meant brother. Her hands still held the scrubber. "Yes? You have something to say?" "Apu." I paused. "Can I use the washroom?" I was asking a woman my age (actually younger than me!) for permission to use the washroom in the morning. "I see." Tamanna placed the dish in the rack. "What do you need to do in the washroom, bhaiyya?" "I ..." I was at first puzzled. What does one do in the morning in the washroom? Nevertheless, I had to answer. "I am going to pee, apu." I replied. "And brush my teeth and wash my face." "Are you going to poop?" Here was I, having to answer embarrassing questions about washroom activities to my maid's sister! "No, apu." I replied. "I usually poop after breakfast." "Good!" Tamanna smiled. "Bhaiyya, can I ask you a question?" "Yes, apu." "Last night I saw my sister spanking you lying over the chair, and later when you were over her knees, on her lap." I winced with embarrassment, but nodded. "Yes, apu. She did." "Why? Why would you let her do that to you?" "I ... I ..." I was at a loss for word. "You are her employer's son." Tamanna continued. "Most of the time when a maid and her master is having an affair, he is banging her. Yet here, your maid is spanking you. What type of a man are you?" "I ... I don't know ... apu." Tamanna turned around her face in disgust. "Ok, bhaiyya, go to the washroom, but don' take too long, ok?" "Yes, apu." Ten minutes later, I was back in the kitchen. For the next twenty minutes, I followed Tamanna's instructions and helped her prepare the breakfast. I could hear Rashida get up and use the washroom. When she came into the kitchen, she paused as she surveyed me helping her sister lay the breakfast on the table. With an approving nod, Rashida commanded me to go help her mother. "Help me get up," Dania told me. She was lying in a bed in her room. "Yes, amma." I dutifully replied. I wrapped an arm around her waist, my hand touching the bare skin of the older lady's waist as she stood up with my support. "Help me to the washroom, Tarek." She ordered. "Yes, amma." With my help, Dania leaned on me and used me as a support as we walked to the washroom door. "Now remember," Dania told me as we walked to the washroom. "When you go to the washroom here you must never lock or even shut the bathroom door under any circumstances." "Yes, amma." I nodded. I was their little slave boy, and I had no right to privacy for even the most personal of bodily functions, and would have to get used to it. "And," Dania continued, "Always ask one of us for permission before going to the toilet." "Yes, amma." I stood at the washroom door hesitatingly, not knowing what to do, and Dania laughed. "C'mon, Tarek!" She said. "Don't be shy. I don't have any false modesty from you!" Once inside the washroom, she instructed me to help her remove her sari. With trembling hands, I caught hold of the helm of her sari and slowly denuded her. Once the sari was completely off, she told me to hang it on a hook at the back of the door. Then I knelt on the floor as I reached under her petticoat and wrapped my fingers around the hem of her panties. Giving a tug, I pulled it down and slipped it off. Dania had smooth legs. I then unbuckled the noose that held her petticoat and it fell to the floor. My maid Rashida's mom Dania was butt naked in front of me, dressed in only a blouse. With a grunt, Dania sat down on the commode and started to pee. Unabashed, she continued to empty her bladder as I stood to her side and waited. Dania did not even care that I was there - she was peeing loudly and freely. I could hear the steady stream of her urine hitting the sides of the porcelain bowl of the commode, until it slowed to a trickle, before stopping. "Clean me." She ordered. "Yes, amma." I grabbed the lota (mug) of water and some tissue, and walked up to Dania. She gently parted her legs, and I rubbed a wet tissue between her legs, into her crotch. My hands felt the hair of her pussy, now damp with her urine, as I wiped a tissue or two across her snatch. I then used another piece of tissue, reached deep and cleaned her thoroughly. I used the whole lota to wash her area before drying her with another tissue. Turning around, I then walked to the sink and washed and dried my hands. I heard the toilet flush, but when I turned around, Dania was still seated on the commode. I understood what she wanted me to do. It was something I had done many a times to her daughter Rashida. I knelt down so that my lips were now just above the toilet bowl, heading right between her legs. Dania, the mother of my maid servant, grabbed my hair and tugged my face to between her legs. I slid my tongue between her pussy, flicking my tongue at her wet cunt and licked the folds of her clit. My lips were working up and down her sex as her pubic hair smashed against my face. As I continued to eat her out, Dania tried to maintain her balance on the commode, as her orgasm began to build. She was an older lady, and her body had been crying out for some time. She wasn't going to hold out for long, and soon my tongue started to hit the mark as I felt a warm gush of fluid emerge from her hole. I then slipped my tongue deep into her cunt hole and started to lap her. It was all that was needed as Dania quickly came, grabbing me harshly by my ears, rubbing her wet clit all over my face.