11-03-2019, 03:14 PM
Rubina was just a young skinny girl; similar to me in age (no one knew exactly, although I did hear she was younger to me by a few months); her only redeeming feature was her big butts. Rashida, however, was chubby, and filled out quite nicely. She had a pretty face, with fat cheeks that begged to be squeezed and kissed. Her lips were thick and pouty, and her breasts always seemed to struggle against a blouse that was one size too small. Rashida always wore her sari in such a way that her waist and navel were always exposed. As common with ladies her age, her hair was usually tied up in a bun at the top of her head, but sometimes Rashida kept it loose and flowing. I loved her big breasts. They were always bouncing about in her blouse as she mopped the floor or dusted the furniture. And her buttocks! Big, bootylicious, bodacious, plump juicy buttocks!
Every afternoon, with no one but me around, Rashida would retire to the servants' quarters to her room for a short nap, while Rubina would take the time to take a leisurely bath. Today, feeling restless, I was walking around the house. While tiptoeing over to the servants' quarters for a moment, I noticed that their bathroom door had a large crack on it, and there was a big space between the door and the frame.
I could hear Rubina inside. Placing myself carefully against the door, I peered in. Given that it was the servants' bathroom, there wasn't any shower to speak of – it was an enclosed bath area. Rubina had filled a bucket, and she now dipped a mug, and then poured the water over herself.
Oh, I never realized how sensuous a woman looked when wet! Rubina may be scrawny, but she was a nubile young woman. Her eyes were shut, and the water gently trickled across her face, over her perky breasts, disappearing down her waist. I could see she didn't shave, and her pubic area was all lathered up. I slowly started to rub my groin, feeling the bump through the trousers.
As I continued to watch, Rubina softly placed one hand between her legs. Leisurely, she started to move her hands to and fro.
"Mmmmm...." She started to hum. I kept rubbing myself, my cock getting harder and harder at the sight before me.
I hadn't even heard Rashida walk up, or even seen her standing behind me. Suddenly, I felt the most violent tug on my ear.
There I was, in the maid servants' quarters, standing just outside their washroom, as Rashida held my earlobe in a firm grim between her thumb and her forefinger.
"What is this?" She hissed angrily, pinching my ear with all her might. "A peeping tom!"
"Bua! I ..." I managed to croak, "I ..."
I could still hear the splashes of water as our other maid Rubina was taking a bath inside, unaware of what was transpiring outside the bathroom doors.
Rashida let go of my ear and ordered me to turn and face her. I turned and cast my eyes down in shame, aware that my servant had just caught and twisted my ear. Again.
"Your little nunu (penis) is hard." Rashida told me. I couldn't deny it – there was a bump in my jeans. Rashida laid a hand and felt my hardness.
"You were watching Rubina take a bath."
It was a statement, not a question. I could only nod helplessly. Rashida raised her hand.
SLAP!
I blushed furiously as I realized I had just been slapped by our lowly domestic help of many years.
SLAP!
"I am sorry, bua." I apologized. "I shouldn't have been peeping in."
"You shouldn't be here, Tarek." Rashida told me, raising her hand again.
SLAP!
"These are the servants' quarters, baba." Rashida told me.
SLAP!
"We deserve the right to take a bath without you trying to catch a peek, Tarek."
SLAP!
"Yes, bua. Absolutely, bua. It is my mistake, bua. Please forgive me, bua."
SLAP!
"When I punished you last time, baba, I honestly thought you would mend your ways."
SLAP!
"But here you are, getting punished again."
SLAP!
"I know, bua. I am so sorry, bua. Please forgive me, bua."
Rashida continued to slap me. Her right would strike my left cheek and move across, before she would bring me back and hit the other cheek with the back of the same hand. She continued to slap me, again and again, all while berating me.
Every afternoon, with no one but me around, Rashida would retire to the servants' quarters to her room for a short nap, while Rubina would take the time to take a leisurely bath. Today, feeling restless, I was walking around the house. While tiptoeing over to the servants' quarters for a moment, I noticed that their bathroom door had a large crack on it, and there was a big space between the door and the frame.
I could hear Rubina inside. Placing myself carefully against the door, I peered in. Given that it was the servants' bathroom, there wasn't any shower to speak of – it was an enclosed bath area. Rubina had filled a bucket, and she now dipped a mug, and then poured the water over herself.
Oh, I never realized how sensuous a woman looked when wet! Rubina may be scrawny, but she was a nubile young woman. Her eyes were shut, and the water gently trickled across her face, over her perky breasts, disappearing down her waist. I could see she didn't shave, and her pubic area was all lathered up. I slowly started to rub my groin, feeling the bump through the trousers.
As I continued to watch, Rubina softly placed one hand between her legs. Leisurely, she started to move her hands to and fro.
"Mmmmm...." She started to hum. I kept rubbing myself, my cock getting harder and harder at the sight before me.
I hadn't even heard Rashida walk up, or even seen her standing behind me. Suddenly, I felt the most violent tug on my ear.
There I was, in the maid servants' quarters, standing just outside their washroom, as Rashida held my earlobe in a firm grim between her thumb and her forefinger.
"What is this?" She hissed angrily, pinching my ear with all her might. "A peeping tom!"
"Bua! I ..." I managed to croak, "I ..."
I could still hear the splashes of water as our other maid Rubina was taking a bath inside, unaware of what was transpiring outside the bathroom doors.
Rashida let go of my ear and ordered me to turn and face her. I turned and cast my eyes down in shame, aware that my servant had just caught and twisted my ear. Again.
"Your little nunu (penis) is hard." Rashida told me. I couldn't deny it – there was a bump in my jeans. Rashida laid a hand and felt my hardness.
"You were watching Rubina take a bath."
It was a statement, not a question. I could only nod helplessly. Rashida raised her hand.
SLAP!
I blushed furiously as I realized I had just been slapped by our lowly domestic help of many years.
SLAP!
"I am sorry, bua." I apologized. "I shouldn't have been peeping in."
"You shouldn't be here, Tarek." Rashida told me, raising her hand again.
SLAP!
"These are the servants' quarters, baba." Rashida told me.
SLAP!
"We deserve the right to take a bath without you trying to catch a peek, Tarek."
SLAP!
"Yes, bua. Absolutely, bua. It is my mistake, bua. Please forgive me, bua."
SLAP!
"When I punished you last time, baba, I honestly thought you would mend your ways."
SLAP!
"But here you are, getting punished again."
SLAP!
"I know, bua. I am so sorry, bua. Please forgive me, bua."
Rashida continued to slap me. Her right would strike my left cheek and move across, before she would bring me back and hit the other cheek with the back of the same hand. She continued to slap me, again and again, all while berating me.
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