13-03-2019, 04:54 PM
The same cheeks of mine that minutes ago bore the marks of her fingers now oozed with her saliva as she gave me her wet, sloppy kisses. My penis was completely erect as Rashida stood back after giving me a final kiss. If she had felt it poking her as I hugged and kissed her, she didn't say anything.
"Do you know what those kisses were for, baba?" She asked, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
"I ... bua ... I don't ...." I was tongue tied.
"They were for showing you that despite punishing you, I still like you, and despite you being my bitch, I still care about you, and it's a reward for taking your punishment so obediently."
"Thank you, bua."
"Good, now back to business!"
Rashida snapped her fingers and I once again stood straight, attentive.
"I am going to give you a spanking, once with my hairbrush, and then with my cane, and then you are free to go for the night, until next Monday."
"Yes, bua."
I loved her. I am in love with Rashida. Such a caring, thoughtful, kindly mistress! I had forgotten how I had been slapped by her just moments ago. If those slaps led to these moments of love, she can slap me again and again!
Rashida turned to her bed and stacked the pillows on the middle. As she was bent over doing it, I could not help but glance at her butts, and could see the outline of the crack of her ass as the sari rode deep into the cleft, and her butts jiggled as she moved around. Rashida placed a towel on top of the pillows.
"Lie down on the pillows with your arms and legs spread wide," Rashida instructed me. I did so, and I feel very vulnerable in this position, because I was totally exposed. To further embarrass me, Rashida adjusted the pillows so that my penis and balls hung down between my legs. Rashida then showed me the hair brush she was going to use on my ass.
"Stay still." She ordered me.
SWAT!
"One, thank you, bua." I said.
SWAT!
"Two, thank you, bua." I said.
This continued for about fifteen swats from her hairbrush, and just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, Rashida told me, "Stand up again, Tarek, hands at your sides. You will now get a caning, bent over that chair. Twenty strokes should be enough. No need to count this time, just thank me and ask for another one."
"Yes, bua."
Rashida took the chair that was in front of the dresser and put it in the middle of her room, and asked me to "assume the position" -- i.e. bend over it.
"Grip the seat of the chair with your hands", she said, "If you move, the stroke will be repeated."
SWOOSH!
My bum was already sore, and when the first stroke fell, it was as if a sudden force had gripped me and left me in shock. I could hardly hold my position, let alone count!
"I didn't hear you, baba." Rashida complained. "Ask for another, and be sure to say thank you! Do I have to teach you all those things again?"
SWOOSH!
It hurt like crazy, but I still thanked her and begged her for another one.
SWOOSH!
Now my whole bottom felt like it was on fire, but I managed to remain in position and thanked Rashida. With each stroke, she would taunt me.
"I should get Rubina to help me spank you, baba. She would love to thrash an ass like yours."
"Thank you bua. I would love to have my ass thrashed by Rubina bua as well, bua. Please cane me again."
SWOOSH!
"How does it feel to be caned by your maid? Baba, do you like it?"
"Thank you, bua, for your punishment. Please cane me again."
SWOOSH!
"I should get my younger sister to spank you, baba. How would it feel to have a younger girl spank your bare naked bum?"
SWOOSH!
"Maybe all the maids of this mohalla (area) would love to spank you, baba. We should have a spanking party with you as the centre of attention -- our own boy toy."
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
Soon, I had only one stroke left.
"This is going to be the last, the hardest", Rashida informed me. "And after you receive it and thank me for it, I want you to stay in position"
SWOOSH!
"Ow! Ow! OUCH! Thank you, bua." I said.
I felt Rashida's hands on my naked buttocks. She was running her fingers on the marks left from the caning, and admiring her work. Then she leaned in and pressed against me, and enveloped my manhood with her hand.
"Oh, bua!" I gushed as her hands moved silkily across my penis.
"Come here, baba."
Rashida walked across the room and sat down on her bed. She snapped her fingers and beckoned me over. As I walked over, she took me by the wrist, forcing me to take a seat on her lap. I felt like a young boy sitting on his mother's lap. Except of course I was naked, and my maid was completely clothed. Moreover, as I sat down, my sore buttocks started to sting, and all I could think of was that this was my maid on whose thighs my bare bum now rested. My maid!
"Do you know what those kisses were for, baba?" She asked, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
"I ... bua ... I don't ...." I was tongue tied.
"They were for showing you that despite punishing you, I still like you, and despite you being my bitch, I still care about you, and it's a reward for taking your punishment so obediently."
"Thank you, bua."
"Good, now back to business!"
Rashida snapped her fingers and I once again stood straight, attentive.
"I am going to give you a spanking, once with my hairbrush, and then with my cane, and then you are free to go for the night, until next Monday."
"Yes, bua."
I loved her. I am in love with Rashida. Such a caring, thoughtful, kindly mistress! I had forgotten how I had been slapped by her just moments ago. If those slaps led to these moments of love, she can slap me again and again!
Rashida turned to her bed and stacked the pillows on the middle. As she was bent over doing it, I could not help but glance at her butts, and could see the outline of the crack of her ass as the sari rode deep into the cleft, and her butts jiggled as she moved around. Rashida placed a towel on top of the pillows.
"Lie down on the pillows with your arms and legs spread wide," Rashida instructed me. I did so, and I feel very vulnerable in this position, because I was totally exposed. To further embarrass me, Rashida adjusted the pillows so that my penis and balls hung down between my legs. Rashida then showed me the hair brush she was going to use on my ass.
"Stay still." She ordered me.
SWAT!
"One, thank you, bua." I said.
SWAT!
"Two, thank you, bua." I said.
This continued for about fifteen swats from her hairbrush, and just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, Rashida told me, "Stand up again, Tarek, hands at your sides. You will now get a caning, bent over that chair. Twenty strokes should be enough. No need to count this time, just thank me and ask for another one."
"Yes, bua."
Rashida took the chair that was in front of the dresser and put it in the middle of her room, and asked me to "assume the position" -- i.e. bend over it.
"Grip the seat of the chair with your hands", she said, "If you move, the stroke will be repeated."
SWOOSH!
My bum was already sore, and when the first stroke fell, it was as if a sudden force had gripped me and left me in shock. I could hardly hold my position, let alone count!
"I didn't hear you, baba." Rashida complained. "Ask for another, and be sure to say thank you! Do I have to teach you all those things again?"
SWOOSH!
It hurt like crazy, but I still thanked her and begged her for another one.
SWOOSH!
Now my whole bottom felt like it was on fire, but I managed to remain in position and thanked Rashida. With each stroke, she would taunt me.
"I should get Rubina to help me spank you, baba. She would love to thrash an ass like yours."
"Thank you bua. I would love to have my ass thrashed by Rubina bua as well, bua. Please cane me again."
SWOOSH!
"How does it feel to be caned by your maid? Baba, do you like it?"
"Thank you, bua, for your punishment. Please cane me again."
SWOOSH!
"I should get my younger sister to spank you, baba. How would it feel to have a younger girl spank your bare naked bum?"
SWOOSH!
"Maybe all the maids of this mohalla (area) would love to spank you, baba. We should have a spanking party with you as the centre of attention -- our own boy toy."
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
Soon, I had only one stroke left.
"This is going to be the last, the hardest", Rashida informed me. "And after you receive it and thank me for it, I want you to stay in position"
SWOOSH!
"Ow! Ow! OUCH! Thank you, bua." I said.
I felt Rashida's hands on my naked buttocks. She was running her fingers on the marks left from the caning, and admiring her work. Then she leaned in and pressed against me, and enveloped my manhood with her hand.
"Oh, bua!" I gushed as her hands moved silkily across my penis.
"Come here, baba."
Rashida walked across the room and sat down on her bed. She snapped her fingers and beckoned me over. As I walked over, she took me by the wrist, forcing me to take a seat on her lap. I felt like a young boy sitting on his mother's lap. Except of course I was naked, and my maid was completely clothed. Moreover, as I sat down, my sore buttocks started to sting, and all I could think of was that this was my maid on whose thighs my bare bum now rested. My maid!
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