11-03-2019, 03:14 PM
I was now aware that I wasn't hearing any sounds from the bathroom. Did Rubina finish her bath? Why wasn't she coming out? Could she hear Rashida scold – and slap – her master right outside the bathroom door?
"Tarek Zia, let's go to my room!"
I knew I was in trouble as Rashida took my full name. She also raised her hand and caught hold of my ear again, and turned and started to walk towards her room, dragging me along by the ear.
"You will find out exactly just how badly you are in trouble, baba."
"Yes, bua." I hurriedly tried to keep pace with her.
Rashida led me by my ear, twisting it all the way, to her room.
"Baba!" She ordered me, once the door was shut. "Pull down your trousers."
"Now?" I asked her in alarm. "Rubina is still in the house, bua, almost done taking a shower, and she could pop into this room any minute!"
"Tsk, tsk." Rashida shook her head in disappointment, giving my ear a hard twist. "Baba! Why do you do this? When I give you an order, I expect to be obeyed AT ONCE!"
SLAP!
My right cheek turned a bright red as I realized once again how callously I was being slapped by my maid. She who was such an obedient servant was now slapping me, her so-called master, without a care in the world. In reality, it was she who was the mistress and I her servant.
SLAP!
"Haven't I taught you to say something whenever you get slapped, Tarek?"
Her dominance of me was total. She had no compunction in calling me by my name, while I had to address her respectfully as bua.
SLAP!
"Oh, yes, bua, of course. I am so sorry bua. Please slap me again."
"With pleasure, baba. Show me your other cheek."
"Yes, bua."
SLAP!
"Thank you, bua, for slapping me. I deserve it. I was trying to be a peeping tom. Please slap me again."
"You were a peeping tom, Tarek."
SLAP!
"Your maid servant is slapping you, Tarek. How does that make you feel?"
SLAP!
"I am so ashamed, bua, and I am so sorry." I meekly stated. "Please forgive me."
SLAP!
"Isn't it shameful, getting punished by your maid servant, baba? A mere kaajer mey is slapping you, Tarek Zia."
"I am really feeling guilty, bua. Ami shotti lojjito (I am truly ashamed). Please forgive me."
SLAP!
"Is your little nunu getting hard, baba?"
"Er ... yes, bua."
SLAP!
"Do you like getting slapped, baba?"
SLAP!
"Er ... yes, bua. Thank you, bua. Please slap me again, bua."
SLAP!
"What kind of a man likes getting slapped, baba? You are not a real man. You are a sissy."
Finally, after slapping me a few more times, Rashida sat down on her bed, facing me, and then commanded, "Baba! Crawl your ass over here and kiss my foot! NOW!"
"Tarek Zia, let's go to my room!"
I knew I was in trouble as Rashida took my full name. She also raised her hand and caught hold of my ear again, and turned and started to walk towards her room, dragging me along by the ear.
"You will find out exactly just how badly you are in trouble, baba."
"Yes, bua." I hurriedly tried to keep pace with her.
Rashida led me by my ear, twisting it all the way, to her room.
"Baba!" She ordered me, once the door was shut. "Pull down your trousers."
"Now?" I asked her in alarm. "Rubina is still in the house, bua, almost done taking a shower, and she could pop into this room any minute!"
"Tsk, tsk." Rashida shook her head in disappointment, giving my ear a hard twist. "Baba! Why do you do this? When I give you an order, I expect to be obeyed AT ONCE!"
SLAP!
My right cheek turned a bright red as I realized once again how callously I was being slapped by my maid. She who was such an obedient servant was now slapping me, her so-called master, without a care in the world. In reality, it was she who was the mistress and I her servant.
SLAP!
"Haven't I taught you to say something whenever you get slapped, Tarek?"
Her dominance of me was total. She had no compunction in calling me by my name, while I had to address her respectfully as bua.
SLAP!
"Oh, yes, bua, of course. I am so sorry bua. Please slap me again."
"With pleasure, baba. Show me your other cheek."
"Yes, bua."
SLAP!
"Thank you, bua, for slapping me. I deserve it. I was trying to be a peeping tom. Please slap me again."
"You were a peeping tom, Tarek."
SLAP!
"Your maid servant is slapping you, Tarek. How does that make you feel?"
SLAP!
"I am so ashamed, bua, and I am so sorry." I meekly stated. "Please forgive me."
SLAP!
"Isn't it shameful, getting punished by your maid servant, baba? A mere kaajer mey is slapping you, Tarek Zia."
"I am really feeling guilty, bua. Ami shotti lojjito (I am truly ashamed). Please forgive me."
SLAP!
"Is your little nunu getting hard, baba?"
"Er ... yes, bua."
SLAP!
"Do you like getting slapped, baba?"
SLAP!
"Er ... yes, bua. Thank you, bua. Please slap me again, bua."
SLAP!
"What kind of a man likes getting slapped, baba? You are not a real man. You are a sissy."
Finally, after slapping me a few more times, Rashida sat down on her bed, facing me, and then commanded, "Baba! Crawl your ass over here and kiss my foot! NOW!"
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