Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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.

"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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"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 dbangd 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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"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.

"Baba," Rashida told me, once dinner was completely done. "Go to the kitchen. You will see some folding chairs there. Bring them in here and arrange them in a circle over there while we all wash our hands."

"Yes, bua."

I walked to the kitchen and picked up one of the folding chairs. I knew Rashida had some game or activity in mind, so the chairs were for her and her friends. They would sit in a small circle, with probably me in the centre. I was to be the entertainment portion for the night.

"He has a nice butt." Shabina remarked, as I brought back a couple of the chairs. "Look at it jiggling as he is walking across the room."

I could feel the eyes of all the ladies on my naked behind.

"Nice and fleshy," Shabina added, "But looks firm."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Baba!" Rashida called out. "Come here please."

"Yes, bua."

Obediently I placed the folding chair in its place and walked over to Rashida.

"Please turn around."

I obeyed her so that my back was to her friends. Rashida stood beside me and placed a hand on my buttocks. She lovingly caressed me there and then squeezed my left butt cheek.

"He has a little weight on his buns." Rashida said, pinching each of my butt cheeks in turn. "Look at it jiggling as I squeeze it. That's what makes him fun to spank."

As if to prove her point, Rashida gave me a small spank.

"I feed him healthy foods - no junk at all." She declared, her hands patting my derriere. "It's very important I have a healthy slave."

"He does get hard quite easily." Zarine remarked. "Do you find it a problem, apa?"

"Er ... not really. Tarek, turn around please, baba."

"Yes, bua."

I turned around, so now the ladies could see my half erect cock. Rashida wrapped one hand around my penis and started to rub me.

"I have ... rather, we have trained him rather well, I think." She said, continuing to rub me. "Look at him getting hard. But I know, from familiarity, just when to stop so he doesn't cum."

She gave me a few strokes. I was quite hard now.

"Besides," Rashida added, patting my bum with another hand. "He knows if he cums, his buttocks are going to be very sore from the spanking I will give him. Isn't that right, baba?"

"Yes, bua."

Rashida suddenly stopped stroking me and let go.

"Ok, baba. Complete your work."

"Yes, bua."

The chairs were all arranged as asked, and the ladies all sat down. 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 got up from her folding chair, and 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.

"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, Rashida would be able to spank me on my inner thighs and all over my poor bare ass.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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 sink 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."

* * *

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"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.

"I ... Perhaps another twenty minutes, choto bua."

"Hmm." Rubina acknowledged, while continuing to fondle my genitals, and no doubt aware of my semi-hard erection. "How infuriating! I really had a full bladder, baba. Yet I don't want to use the other washrooms in the house."

"I ... I don't know what to do, choto bua. You can pee here right now. I can step out to give you privacy."

"Baba! ARE YOU NOW TELLING ME WHEN TO PEE?!!"

"No! No! Of course not, choto bua! I was merely giving a suggestion."

"I see." Rubina now let go of my balls, and remained standing in front of me while she pondered her next step. "No, baba, I WILL PEE, and you don't need to step out."

To my surprise, Rubina then started to disrobe herself. She took off the pallu of her sari and then started to unwrap it. Once it was completely off, she hung it on a hanger from the door. Then she untied the knot of her petticoat and let it drop on the floor, and she quickly kicked it so that it went to the pile of dirty clothes in the corner. Down came her panties as well. I could see that her pubic area was completely shaved, and she obviously kept herself very clean.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Rubina then reached around behind her back and unclasped her blouse. As a final act, her bra came off, freeing the lovely melons that sprang up. There were we, both of us stark naked, yet she was the one in control and I was the one who was her slave.

"What do you think, baba?" Rubina cupped her right breast in her hand and jiggled it. "Do you like my breasts?"

"I ... er... choto bua, you have beautiful breasts."

Rubina now cupper and wiggled her left breast. "And, this?"

"Choto bua, as I said you have lovely breasts. Both of them."

Rubina pinched her nipples seductively. "Do you wish to lick them, slave?"

Was I in a dream? Was Rubina actually going to let me do that?

"Yes, choto bua, if you permit me to. I am your slave."

"Perhaps later, daashi. If you are good. For now, I am going to slap you for blocking the washroom."

Rubina then walked over to me and grabbed my now hard manhood with her left hand. Then she told me to show her my left cheek.

SLAP!

"Other cheek."

SLAP!

"Turn your face again."

SLAP!

"Other cheek!"

SLAP!

And so it continued, as she slapped my face again and again. After each slap, I pathetically thanked her, counted, and asked her to slap me again. Meanwhile, her non-slapping hand continued to hold me by my rock hard penis.

"Alright, baba." Rubina let go of me and my penis. "Now kneel on the floor. No, not there, you fucking asshole! Right there, by the commode. Kneel!"

I got down on the floor and knelt down beside the commode. I was hard to kneel and you're your eyes cast down when you have a hard-on. Rubina came and sat down at the edge of the commode, facing me.

"OK, baba. Now open your mouth, and drink as much as possible!"

Rubina parted her legs and grabbed my hair. She then pulled me by the hair, burying my face into her clit and began to urinate.

Her spray hit me with a vengeance, splashing me in the eyes, my nose, my mouth and my tongue. Her warm and golden urine trickled down my face and fell on my chest, splattering around on the floor that I had just cleaned. Rubina kept on peeing for a long time. I remembered her orders to open my mouth and drank the urine as much as I could. I tried to obey but most of it fell on my face. Women don't really pee like dudes (like, duh). Where we guys just point and let loose, and our urine is a stream, Rubina was pretty much squirting it all over me. Urine hit my eyes, my mouth, my nose, my cheeks all at the same time. I tried to drink the one that fell on my mouth, but I also couldn't move much - Rubina had a sharp pull on my hair. So I just gulped whatever I could. Her urine had a warm, salty taste to it.

After Rubina was done, she ordered me to clean her. Rubina parted her legs as I rubbed a wet tissue between her pubic area. My hands became warm as her urine spread there, and I used the water to clean her first and then myself. I used another piece of tissue, reached between her legs and rubbed her wet pussy thoroughly, cleansing her. Upon finishing up, I noticed she was still sitting on the toilet, a grin lighting up her lips.

"Get back on your knees baba. It's time I used you like a slave should be used - to give satisfaction to his mistress." Rubina announced. I knelt down again so that my lips were now just above the toilet bowl, heading right between her legs.

"Get that mouth of yours in here now." Rubina demanded.

I began by lapping at Rubina's pussy. Her youthful skin is smooth and velvet soft. She was already quite wet, and her clitoris had a potent musky aroma. She's ovulating, I realized, and horny. With my fingers I gently parted her swollen lips and exposed the soft inner tissue. My tongue flicked slowly from bottom to top, again and again as I drank in my younger mistress's juice. Slowly I slid my tongue into her cunt. Yes - I could now hear her moans of pleasure. I was by now an expert in satisfying the maids orally. Rubina gasped as my tongue caressed her labia. Very gently, I started to suck at her vulva. Rubina cried out as I hit the spot. My tongue was now all over her, rubbing, licking, making her pussy slick and dripping like a faucet.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I decided to get a little bold. I wrapped my hands around Rubina's lower back, so as to hug her. She didn't seem to care; she was moaning loudly. I placed a finger into my mouth to wet it before sliding it deep into Rubina's ass. I finger fucked her asshole while continuing to suck and tongue her pussy. Her juices were now all over my face as I struggled to lick each precious drop.

Rubina started to cum. Her hips started to buckle and she grasped me by my hair, pulling it roughly.

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

I continued to finger fuck Rubina's ass and suck her pussy until she exploded, shrieking out her pleasure.

"OH, YES! OH YES! OH YES!"

It took five minutes before Rubina could compose herself. Her breathing slowly returned to normal. I continued to lick her clean throughout this time. I loved the taste of her sweet creamy cum. Rubina then stood up. Without saying another word to me, she walked out of the toilet.

I made sure I finished cleaning the washroom and my shower very quickly after that, in case the washroom was needed again.

* * *

Dinner was simple yet tasty. I had pasta, meatballs and some veggies (after the maids finished eating of course). I served them, wearing only a T-shirt (with Rashida's permission of course, she didn't want me to catch a cold too) and Farida's green panty, and after they had done, I had their left overs. When I was done, Rashida gave me about 50 minutes of free time.

"Baba, you have 50 minutes. Do NOT masturbate, do NOT watch porn or anything like that. Just relax, and report to my room sharply at 10.30 pm."

"Yes, bua."

I was told to bend down and kiss her feet for giving me some free time, which I did. After that, I went to the living room and switched on the TV. The second half of a knock out game featuring my favorite soccer team, Manchester United, was just about to start. I quickly did the calculation. I had 50 minutes before I was to report to Rashida's room. The game had 45 minutes left. So I had enough time to shut the TV and walk over to her room.

I started to get engrossed in the game. The game was tied 2-2 going into the final minutes. And I completely forgot that extra time and tie breakers was not part of the 45 minutes. Which was rather unfortunate for me. All I knew was that suddenly the TV was switched off, and my right ear was in a whole world of pain.

* * *

Rubina led me by the ear down the hall. Here was I, the young master of the house, being hauled in disgrace to my servant's room, with her painfully twisting and pulling my ear along the way. I was being marched by Rubina to her bedroom, where she intended to reprimand me. By twisting and pinching my ear, she was making the walk from the living room to the servants' quarters all the more shameful for me. The fact that I was much taller than her meant that as she pulled me by the ear, I had to walk keeping bent over, which was much more demeaning for me and made me feel like I was really in hot water. Rubina also kept scolding me on the way, letting me know my behavior was not at all acceptable and I was going to get a good thrashing.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Baba, I am very disappointed in you." She twisted my ear painfully as we walked into her room. "10.30 pm has come and gone and where's our slave? Watching a football game?"

"I am so sorry, choto bua. It won't happen again."

Rubina stopped, let go of my ear and turned to face me.

"Really, baba, and how many times will you say that?"

My eyes looked down in shame. My dick shriveled up in shame inside the panty. I knew I had brought this on totally on myself.

SLAP!

The mark of her dainty five fingers spread sharply across my cheek.

SLAP!

"Don't you say something when slapped, baba?"

"Oh, yes, of course choto bua. I ..."

SLAP!

"One! Thank you, choto bua, for punishing me. I deserve your slaps. Please slap me again."

SLAP!

"Two! Thank you, choto bua, for punishing me. I really deserve your slaps. Please slap me again."

Rubina continued to slap me, while I counted each slap and thanked her again, and again. A hand struck my cheek, and I counted and thanked her. Then she would back hand me, hitting the other cheek with the back of that hand, and I would demurely count and thank her again.

A couple of years ago, never would I have thought that this maid servant, who comes from such a poor family, and who is close to my age, would be slapping me so confidently, without any consequences, while I, her boss, would meekly accept the punishment meted out to me.

"Let me see your cheeks, baba."

"Yes, choto bua."

Rubina examined my warm cheeks, which had now turned bright red, partially from shame, partially from pain, and slapped me a couple more times before she deemed it enough. She then caught hold of my ear again and led me to the chair in the centre of her room. Leaving me alone, she sat down on the chair, adjusted the sari around her legs, and then snapped her fingers.

"LICK!" She ordered, planting her right foot forward.

Immediately I was on all fours, instantly moving to her right foot. I pressed a few kisses on her ankle and toes. Then I stuck my tongue out and began to lick at her foot through the straps of her sandal.

"I expect better from you by now, baba." Rubina scolded.

I began licking her foot faster. I licked wildly at the toes. I licked harder all along her foot, around the back and to her heel. I could feel her beginning to relax. I continued to lick, more determined to please her. After a few minutes Rubina presented me with her left foot. I meticulously licked clean every inch of her foot.

"That's enough!" She announced. "Come! Baba, lie over my lap."

"It's 10.30 pm, and you had your dinner, baba." Rubina removed her somewhat wet slipper from her right foot as I placed myself compliantly across her lap. "You were supposed to report yourself to Rashida apa's room. Yet, I find you watching a football match on TV, completely oblivious to the time."

"I am so sorry, choto bua." I apologized in earnest. "I was just about to leave, I swear!"

"Please don't lie, baba. You were completely into the game until I held you by the ear."

Rubina pulled down the panty I was wearing to my ankles, exposing my butt.

"Hmmph!" She sneered in derision. "I knew the day would soon come when you would be dressed in a woman's panty."

Rubina then cupped my balls and jiggled them.

"How does these peas feel inside a panty, baba? Do you like wearing a woman's undergarment?"

"Er, yes, bua." I almost chocked on the words but I knew it was the truth. "It feels nice."

"That's because you are a slave girl with a small penis, baba."

Rubina then rolled off the T-shirt I was wearing, over my neck and head, until it was on the floor. I was now completely naked, spread helplessly across her lap, buttocks up in the air. Rubina placed the base of her sandal on my butt, so I could have a premonition of what she was going to hit me with. Then she raised her hand and struck.

THWACK!

I drew in my breath sharply as the sting spread across my left bum cheek, before I exhaled.

"One." I counted and stated. "Thank you choto bua for spanking my butt. I am so sorry. May I have one more?"

THWACK!

"Two." I said. "Thank you choto bua for paddling my butt. May I have one more?"

THWACK!

"Three." I said. "Thank you choto bua. May I have one more, please?"

THWACK!

"Four." I said. "Thank you choto bua. May I have one more?"

THWACK!

My bum was now on fire. At this point, all I could do was grit my teeth and take each strike with no more than a jerk of my body and a slight frown.

"Five." I said. "Thank you, choto bua. May I have one more, please?"

THWACK!

"Six." I said. "Thank you choto bua for the spank. May I have one more, please?"

"I think that should be enough for now." Rubina replied. She put the slipper back on her foot. My spirits rose. Was my chastisement over? Knowing Rubina, however, I dared not get up from my bent over position.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Come." She grabbed my left ear and pulled me up, "Let's go to the Rashida apa's room."

It was utterly humbling. My family pays two maids to do the work of the house. Yet today, I had done most of the cleaning, while taking orders from (and being punished by) my maids. And now here was Rubina, after having stripped me naked and spanked me and slapped me, holding me derogatively by the ear, twisting it, and leading me to my other maid's room for further punishments.

Rubina knocked on Rashida's door, all the time twisting my ear. I was squirming all over the place as she would pinch the ear really hard. Tough to imagine but that diminutive maid was a strong person.

"Enter."

Rashida was seated, relaxing on her bed, with a book across her lap. She put down the book and looked at us as we entered her room. Rubina entered the room first, and then me, pulled along by my ear. Rashida sighed.

"Baba," Her voice was calm, yet I detected an undertone of sadness. It was as if she was just as disappointed that I hadn't reported to her on time, as I was petrified of her anger. "I was just about to head off for a relaxing night. Despite all your mistakes today, on the whole you were a good slave. I was planning to not punish you at all and just go to bed. All you had to do was just report to me on time."

To say Rashida was not happy would have been an understatement.

"I am sorry, bua." I started to blubber. "I swear I was just about to shut the TV off, the second half of the match ..."

""SHUT UP!" Rashida's eyes shone in fury, "Not only do you forget to report in time, now you try to lie about it and give me some pathetic excuse!"

Rashida carried a heavy chair to the center of the room. I swallowed. I felt myself perspiring.

"Bua, please forgive me. Please!" I started to whimper and beg Rashida. "Please have mercy on me. Please! I swear to you I will never, ever, EVER, do this again. I will always report to you on time. Please bua."

Rashida stood behind the chair and then looked at Rubina.

"Bua, please don't punish me hard. Please, I beg you I will be a good slave girl."

"Rubina," Rashida commanded, as I continued to plead for mercy. "Let go of his ear. Good. OK, now leave. I will handle him from here on."

If Rubina was surprised at this rather abrupt dismissal, she didn't show it. The most I got from her was a small gasp, and then she immediately let go of my now beetroot red ear. Turning around on her heels sharply, she exited the room. No one in this house disobeyed Rashida.

Rashida followed her and then shut the door behind her. She then turned to me.

"What do I do with you, baba?"

"Please, please, bua, amake maaf koro (please forgive me). I am so sorry. You see, I don't know why I forgot. Please, I will never do this again." I was blubbering.

"Well, if I don't punish you, baba, then how will you learn?"

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Bua," I tried to give her examples of my past good behavior. "I always report to you for my nightly punishments on time. Please bua."

Rashida paused to consider. I stood there, half crying, my ass and cheeks red from Rubina's punishment, as I pleaded with her. Then, to my surprise, Rashida spread out her arms.

"Baba, my slave, my kutti, come here. You need a hug."

"Oh, bua, my goddess, YES!"

I was crying. Tears flowed down my face as I hugged Rashida warmly. I forgot that I was naked, and my maid servant was clothed, I forgot that I was being humiliated by my servants, I forgot that I was a slave girl. I forgot that in this household I occupied the lowest rung on the ladder. I forgot that Rashida, my maid servant, had stripped me naked and caned me in front of other maid servants. I forgot that my maids were treating me like a daashi.

All I knew was that I lost myself in the moment. I lost myself in Rashida's embrace. I wrapped my arms around her waist and squeezed her tightly, and buried my face in her gargantuan boobs. Rashida of course placed one arm on my back, and stroked my head with the other.

"There, there, baba, it will be alright."

I continued to hug her, my relief palpable at her mercy, as Rashida kissed me on each tear stained cheek. My dick painfully throbbed and pushed out. Rashida stroked my head and ran her hands through my hair, before holding me by the chin.

"Baba, I was going to give you a spanking like you never had before."

"Y..yes, bua?"

"But I have changed my mind. However, you still have to take one last punishment."

I looked her nervously. I thought she was really going to just let me go. Apparently, I was wrong. Rashida wasn't so easily pacified. At least, I hope she was not going to punish me as strictly as she had originally planned to. Moreover, her hug and her kisses had helped calm me somewhat. If you are a slave, you know how much your mistress's loving gestures and kisses and hugs mean to you.

Rashida gently led me to her bed. She put a kolbalish (a long cylindrical pillow) on the centre of the bed.

"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.

"You will receive ten strokes from my cane." Rashida declared. "You need to count the strokes out loud, and if you stand up in pain or forget to count, the stroke will be given again."

"Yes, bua." I was relieved. Ten strokes. I could do this. I gritted my teeth and waited.

SWOOSH!

The first stroke hit me. I felt like someone had taken a sharp nail and had driven it into my ass. Unable to help myself, I reached around and rubbed my poor bottom.

"I told you NOT to move baba," Rashida scolded me. "So that stroke will be given again. Please return your hands back to position."

"Yes, bua."

SWOOSH!

This time, after the stroke hit, I stayed in place and said "One! Thank you, bua."

SWOOSH!

SWOOSH!

I received nine (well, really ten) counted strokes on my blistering bottom. Before my last stroke, Rashida commanded, "Baba, remain like this bent over the bed after your last stroke."

"Yes, bua."

SWOOSH!

"T-t-ten! Thank you, bua!"

"Baba, you took this punishment very well." Rashida praised me. I felt happy, not only was my punishment over, but I had managed to put my mistress in a good mood. I still did not dare move though - I remained on the bed. No doubt my bottom was now covered in a series of welts that ware causing me raw biting pain. I could hear some rustling, and then I felt Rashida's hands on my bum. Oooh, it felt cold! She was rubbing some soothing lotion over my ass.

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The initial contact of her fingers increased the pain as my skin's soreness was irritated, but then I started to feel the coolness of the lotion do its magic as Rashida prodded and probed my ass. With each move she swirled and moved her hands around, jiggling my butts, giving me some calm relief.

"Alright baba," Rashida told me, "Move over to right of the bed, and turn over so you are reclining on the bed on your right side, facing me."

I did as Rashida ordered, somewhat puzzled that I was told not to get off her bed. I really hoped she had no further punishments for me. I moved to the right side of the bed, which was near the wall. Then I turned so that I was on the right side of the bed, lying on my right, and looking at my mistress Rashida.

To my surprise, Rashida was taking off her sari. She unhooked the pallu and unwrapped the big sari all around her body, until it lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. She was now dressed in a small blouse from which her boobs struggled to get free, and a petticoat, leaving her ample belly, navel and midriff all bare. Rashida then got into her bed and started to lie down, and turning so that she faced me.

"Baba," She was smiling at me, "Since you have served me faithfully today, I decided I will allow you to sleep on this bed with me. You can hug and kiss and fondle your mistress, WITH LOVE, but that's all you can do. If you try anything else without permission, you will be kicked out of my bed. Do you understand?"

"Oh, bua, oh my goddess, oh my love!" I hugged her and squeezed her as Rashida purred in pleasure. I moved my tongue and kissed her on her fleshy cheeks. I moved a hand and cupped a breast. I dared not unhook her blouse, but just squeezing that melon, just to feel her nipple in my fingers through the thin material of her blouse, was heaven. I moved a hand and grabbed her chubby buttocks, giving them a squeeze. And I kissed her on the lips. I could hardly believe it, I was kissing my mistress on her lips! I was even allowed to touch and squeeze her boobs! I was grinding against her lower body with mine!

Rashida moved her hand and rubbed my now stiff penis.

"Baba, do you need to cum?"

THIS IS WHY I loved Rashida. This is why I was so submissive to her. This is why I would follow her and obey her and treat her like a goddess. To any slave, you know why you take those punishments, why you let yourself be humiliated, why you allow yourself to be used as a toilet. It's for this moment, when you mistress cuddles you and allows you to cum.

"Yes, bua, may I? Please?"

Rashida responded by starting to finger my manhood.

"Mmmm ... mmmm!" I was in heaven as she ran her fingers up and down my cock. Rashida kneaded my balls with one hand as she stroked the penis with the other. The pace of her stroking kept on becoming faster and faster. I knew I would cum at any point now.

My knees started to buckle and my ass stiffened. Rashida continued to stroke me while her tongue lashed around inside my mouth. I felt my balls begin to tighten. My face contorted as I began to ejaculate. Oh, how I could cum! Gallons of thick, milky white semen oozed out of my penis, onto Rashida's hands, staining her dress, her bed sheets and still I continued to cum. My hips jerked as the last vestiges of my love juice poured out.

Despite all the spankings, the humiliation and the ear pulls, if this was how every day of my slavery would end, I could not wait to be a slave. Clearly the next two weeks was going to be so memorable, Rashida, my mistress!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 11

My younger maid has me all to herself for her fun and enjoyment -- Tarek

I would like to thank Ms. AT Khan for discussing some scene ideas with me. - Tarek

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It was 10.20 pm, Monday night. I was seated at the main dining table downstairs, studying. For some reason, I wasn't in my room, but felt it would be easier to study at the big table with books all over the giant table. It was unusually cold for November in India, so I remember wearing a cardigan over my T-shirt. As I glanced at my watch, I felt a soft presence behind me.

"Studying, baba?" It was the gentle voice of Rubina, the younger maidservant in my house. Her hand found my left ear and gently tugged at it.

"Er ... yes, choto bua." I replied.

I was also a bit puzzled. Should I stand up to show my respect to my younger maid? I was going to her room anyways at 10.30 pm. And here she was, her hands slowly but firmly twisting my ear.

"Good." She said, pulling my ear. "It's nice to see you studying for once, and not trying to watch a porno movie late in the night, and do your disgusting masturbating that Rashida apa caught you doing long time ago."

"Er ... yes, choto bua." I answered, even as she painfully twisted my ear. I was sure my ear was already starting to go red by now as my maid servant pinched my earlobe.

"Stand up, Tarek." Rubina ordered. "That should come naturally to you by now."

"I am sorry, choto bua. I will stand up at once."

Immediately I pushed my chair back and clumsily stood up. I was tall, almost six feet, and Rubina was quite a few inches shorter than me. Yet her hand was reaching up and she was twisting my ear. I felt like an errant collegeboy being punished by his beautiful teacher. Even though I was in my house, and the lady punishing me was in reality my maid servant. A poor girl from a poor family who worked in our house as a mere domestic help. A girl who was younger than me in age, shorter than me in height and lower than me in social standing, and yet here she was, her dainty fingers pinching my earlobe with impunity.

"Baba." She laughed slightly. "Didn't I say I wanted you to call me something affectionate in addition to 'choto bua'?"

Rubina had been aware of her growing beauty. Her youth was now blossoming, her breasts were beginning to bud nicely, and she was aware of the animal lust she evoked in men around her, especially me. So recently every time she punished me, she made fun of my attraction to her by asking me to call her not only with respect, but also with affection. An affection that she assured me was not mutual.

"Er ... of course, my ... shundor choto bua. My beautiful choto bua." I stammered. "I am sorry, my dear choto bua. My priyo choto bua."

"Hmm." Rubina continued to twist my ear and give me a proper kaan dola. "Tarek! My dear baba. Ready to go to my room and get your big buttocks -- your big pasa -- properly spanked?"

"Yes, my beloved choto bua." I replied.

"Well." Rubina laughed again. "We all know it's really Rashida apa -- the senior maid of this house -- that's your beloved bua, but I will let it pass, since she is not here."

"Er ... thank you, my sexy choto bua."

"Tell me what we are going to do now, Tarek."

"Er ... yes, choto bua. You are now going to spank my pasa."

"Your BIG pasa."

"Er ... yes, choto bua."

Rubina let go of my now very red and stinging left ear, and then ordered me to turn around and face her. I acquiesced.

She was wearing a blue sari that clung tightly to her young, shapely figure. Her beauty was flowering now, and her blouse failed to properly hide her ripe melons, nor did her sari completely cover her dainty waist and the succulent navel. Whenever she turned around I was conscious of her firm, athletic, bodacious buttocks. Unlike Rashida, who was plump and had lots of meat everywhere on her, Rubina was slim, slender, and had a sashaying figure that made men ooze with lust after her. Men like me.

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"Baba." Her hand slightly made its way to the front of my pajamas. She placed her hand on the tent that was forming in there and gently stroked me, feeling my rising bulge. "Your tiny penis -- your choto, picchi nunu -- seems to be excited?"

I couldn't deny that I had a small tent in my pants. I was always excited when it was Mondays or Thursdays. It was the nights my maids called me to their room and had their "fun" with me.

"I ... I ..." I didn't know what to say. Rashida was visiting her mother and younger sister for two whole weeks, and Rubina had me at her complete mercy. Last Thursday night she had spanked me for almost an hour straight. I could hardly sit on my ass on Friday.

"Do you find me attractive?" Rubina's sudden question threw me off, if only for a moment.

"Er ... of course, choto bua." I said. "You are definitely a beautiful young woman, amar adorer choto bua. You are very pretty, and have a nice figure."

Rubina grinned. She reached up and gently tweaked her big breasts through her blouse.

"And what about these, Tarek. Do you find my breasts -- my doodhs -- attractive?"

"You have very nice breasts, choto bua." I replied honestly. "Very sexy."

Rubina laughed. Her hands went back down to the tent in my pajamas. She continued to stroke me again.

"And what about my pussy -- my choot? Do you think about my choot, Tarek?"

"Er ... yes, my adorer choto bua. I love to lick it and give you pleasure when you want me to."

Rubina laughed, and continued to rub me.

"Do you masturbate to thoughts of me, Tarek? Do you dream sometimes of fucking my choot with your tiny nunu? Does that thought make you cum quickly?"

I blushed.

"Sometimes, choto bua." I was honest. "With your permission, or Rashida apa's, of course."

"Of course." Rubina laughed, and then swung around. "Alright, let's go to my room. All day I have been working and your mother's parties don't make it easy, especially with Rashida apa being away. I want to get your spanking over with."

"Yes, bua."

I followed Rubina all the way to her room. Her tight saree had a habit of clinging to her ass, or evening going into the butt crack. As she walked, one butt cheek went up, while the other went down. And then the other went up, while the one that had been up came down. It was lovely to watch, her hips swaying gently from one side to the other. Her ass was mesmerizing. Oh, how I wish I was banging that ass!

Instead, I reflected, my own ass was the one likely to be thrashed in a few minutes. My very desire to be submissive to powerful women, and my attraction to what is now called "femdom" had made me a slave to my own housemaids.

Rubina shut the door to her room when I was inside and snapped her fingers. She pointed at her right cheek.

I knew what I had to do. I had to kiss my maid on her cheek in a way that it was a respectful peck. If she felt it was more than that, it was grounds for further spanking. Meekly I put my hands behind my back, walked up to her and bent my head slightly down. I pressed my lips softly against her cheeks, feeling her smooth skin, before lifting my head again. I repeated the action on her other cheek. It was, I thought, a pair of proper homage kisses, not lustful ones.