14-03-2019, 11:03 AM
Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 04
It was 10.25 pm, Monday, and like the proverbial memorable night in a movie, it was dark and stormy. Thunder and lightning rattled in the distance and the sound of rain falling constantly was ever present at the windows. Meanwhile, as my parents slept soundly in their room, I tiptoed my way quietly towards the servants' quarters.
You would think I would be terrified of Mondays and Thursdays. Those were the nights when I would report to my maid Rashida's room, where she would recount what I had done wrong during the last few days, and then punish me for it. By the time she was done, I was usually a blubbering mess with a sore bottom and an equally bruised ego. But I also looked forward to these nights. I was in a relationship – a strange one, and a one sided one, I admit – but a relationship nonetheless with my beloved. The nature of that relationship wasn't decided, yet, but for some reason, I felt like this was something that had been missing in my life all this time. I loved the fact that finally there was someone I could abjectly surrender and submit myself to. Even if that someone was my lowly maid servant.
It was humiliating when my maid servant would pull down my pants, put me over her lap and spank me, yes, but in a way I also found it fulfilling.
Right now, I was hoping I could get to Rashida's room without any one seeing me. The last few times I had been lucky – Rubina, our other, younger maid, had gone to bed and the house had been eerily quiet and silent as I had made my way to Rashida's room for my spankings. I wondered how long this luck would continue. Despite how I loved this type of relationship, I did not want anyone to know. This was India. When simply being in love with one's maid can be scandalous, imagine if anyone knew what she did to me!
I stood outside by Rashida's room and paused. The door was of course shut. I would knock for permission to enter, but at exactly 10.30 pm. There were still a couple of minutes left.
"Baba!" Suddenly I heard a voice that made me turn around. It was Rubina!
She had just emerged from her room. Most likely she was going to the washroom, and had now seen me standing outside Rashida's room, poised to knock on the door! She was dressed in a simple blue sari hugging her young, thin, curvaceous figure.
"Er ... Rubina." I acknowledged the young girl. Her eyes was big, open and inquisitive.
"It's late at night, baba." She told me, rather pointedly. "And you are ... here ... in the servants' quarters, baba?"
The tone was respectful, deferential, but also a little curious. And pointed. Her curiosity was warranted. Even though Rubina was my age, she was a servant and I was the son of the master of the house. I really shouldn't be in the servants' quarters at this time of the night. Or ever.
"I ... er ..." I tried to think of the excuses I had made up in my mind for such a scenario. "I had something I wanted to discuss with bua."
Rubina walked closed to me until she was standing inches away from me.
"At this time of the night, baba?"
"Er ... yes."
"How do you know Rashida apa is up at this time of the night, baba?" Rubina asked. "She could be asleep."
"Oh, I know bua is up." I told her. Immediately I realized my mistake.
"Oh, so you KNOW she is not asleep, baba? Is she expecting you?" Rubina's eyes bored into mine. "Don't you think, baba, if it came to be known that you were going to a maid servant's room at this time of the night, people will get ideas, baba?"
"Er ... what are you trying to say, Rubina?"
Rubina grinned and didn't answer the question. Her eyes pointedly looked at me, then travelled down to look at my rapidly hardening crotch, and then back up again.
"You respect Rashida apa a lot, don't you, baba?"
It was a statement, not a question.
"Yes, of course Rubina. Bua has been like ... like ... like a second mother to me."
"Bua. You call her bua now, never Rashida." Rubina noted. "You never take her name any more, and she even scolds you ... and you just listen, baba. And you even apologize! To a maid servant!"
"Er ... yes, of course Rubina. As I said, bua ... she's like my second mother."
"But she's your maid servant, baba. Yet she berates you and mocks you, and you just stand there and listen, baba. She gives you no respect, yet you meekly accept your scolding from her! Have you no sense of self respect?"
"Er ... no, Rubina. It's not like that." I tried to defend myself. "She is like my second mother and I respect her. She has full right to scold and punish me."
Punish me? Why the hell did I say that?
"Hmm." Rubina bit her lip. "I didn't know you suddenly respected your maid servants this much, baba. Do ... er ... I have the right to scold ... and ... hehe ... punish you, baba?"
"I ... er ..." For a moment I was at a loss for words.
"Maybe," Rubina reached out and lightly stroked my cheek with her hand. "If I scold and punish you, baba, maybe you too will visit my room at night?"
I was in a daze. Rubina was frightfully bold. Her hand lingered for a moment on my cheeks before withdrawing.
"Ok, never mind, baba." Rubina gave a little smile and twirled around. "I have to go to the bathroom now. I need to pee, baba. I need to pee badly. I am bursting here."
"Er ... ok, Rubina. Um ... why are you telling me this? Just go to the washroom!"
"I almost pissed in my panties, baba." Rubina told me, smirking. "Even now my panties have a dampness to them, baba."
This was getting very weird. Why was she telling me about her panties? Suddenly a realization dawned on me. Could it be ... that ... she knew about ... what I did? I shook my head. It wasn't likely.
"I wouldn't want to keep you from your ... er ... punishment ... with Rashida apa, baba!" Rubina broke my chain of thought. "I am sure you will have a lot to ... discuss! And maybe she will punish you again, baba!"
Laughing, she headed for the washroom.
Rubina hardly ever even talked with me. She was always deferential, and maintained a respectful silence around me, ever ready to rush to obey whatever command I issued. She was a maid after all.
It was 10.25 pm, Monday, and like the proverbial memorable night in a movie, it was dark and stormy. Thunder and lightning rattled in the distance and the sound of rain falling constantly was ever present at the windows. Meanwhile, as my parents slept soundly in their room, I tiptoed my way quietly towards the servants' quarters.
You would think I would be terrified of Mondays and Thursdays. Those were the nights when I would report to my maid Rashida's room, where she would recount what I had done wrong during the last few days, and then punish me for it. By the time she was done, I was usually a blubbering mess with a sore bottom and an equally bruised ego. But I also looked forward to these nights. I was in a relationship – a strange one, and a one sided one, I admit – but a relationship nonetheless with my beloved. The nature of that relationship wasn't decided, yet, but for some reason, I felt like this was something that had been missing in my life all this time. I loved the fact that finally there was someone I could abjectly surrender and submit myself to. Even if that someone was my lowly maid servant.
It was humiliating when my maid servant would pull down my pants, put me over her lap and spank me, yes, but in a way I also found it fulfilling.
Right now, I was hoping I could get to Rashida's room without any one seeing me. The last few times I had been lucky – Rubina, our other, younger maid, had gone to bed and the house had been eerily quiet and silent as I had made my way to Rashida's room for my spankings. I wondered how long this luck would continue. Despite how I loved this type of relationship, I did not want anyone to know. This was India. When simply being in love with one's maid can be scandalous, imagine if anyone knew what she did to me!
I stood outside by Rashida's room and paused. The door was of course shut. I would knock for permission to enter, but at exactly 10.30 pm. There were still a couple of minutes left.
"Baba!" Suddenly I heard a voice that made me turn around. It was Rubina!
She had just emerged from her room. Most likely she was going to the washroom, and had now seen me standing outside Rashida's room, poised to knock on the door! She was dressed in a simple blue sari hugging her young, thin, curvaceous figure.
"Er ... Rubina." I acknowledged the young girl. Her eyes was big, open and inquisitive.
"It's late at night, baba." She told me, rather pointedly. "And you are ... here ... in the servants' quarters, baba?"
The tone was respectful, deferential, but also a little curious. And pointed. Her curiosity was warranted. Even though Rubina was my age, she was a servant and I was the son of the master of the house. I really shouldn't be in the servants' quarters at this time of the night. Or ever.
"I ... er ..." I tried to think of the excuses I had made up in my mind for such a scenario. "I had something I wanted to discuss with bua."
Rubina walked closed to me until she was standing inches away from me.
"At this time of the night, baba?"
"Er ... yes."
"How do you know Rashida apa is up at this time of the night, baba?" Rubina asked. "She could be asleep."
"Oh, I know bua is up." I told her. Immediately I realized my mistake.
"Oh, so you KNOW she is not asleep, baba? Is she expecting you?" Rubina's eyes bored into mine. "Don't you think, baba, if it came to be known that you were going to a maid servant's room at this time of the night, people will get ideas, baba?"
"Er ... what are you trying to say, Rubina?"
Rubina grinned and didn't answer the question. Her eyes pointedly looked at me, then travelled down to look at my rapidly hardening crotch, and then back up again.
"You respect Rashida apa a lot, don't you, baba?"
It was a statement, not a question.
"Yes, of course Rubina. Bua has been like ... like ... like a second mother to me."
"Bua. You call her bua now, never Rashida." Rubina noted. "You never take her name any more, and she even scolds you ... and you just listen, baba. And you even apologize! To a maid servant!"
"Er ... yes, of course Rubina. As I said, bua ... she's like my second mother."
"But she's your maid servant, baba. Yet she berates you and mocks you, and you just stand there and listen, baba. She gives you no respect, yet you meekly accept your scolding from her! Have you no sense of self respect?"
"Er ... no, Rubina. It's not like that." I tried to defend myself. "She is like my second mother and I respect her. She has full right to scold and punish me."
Punish me? Why the hell did I say that?
"Hmm." Rubina bit her lip. "I didn't know you suddenly respected your maid servants this much, baba. Do ... er ... I have the right to scold ... and ... hehe ... punish you, baba?"
"I ... er ..." For a moment I was at a loss for words.
"Maybe," Rubina reached out and lightly stroked my cheek with her hand. "If I scold and punish you, baba, maybe you too will visit my room at night?"
I was in a daze. Rubina was frightfully bold. Her hand lingered for a moment on my cheeks before withdrawing.
"Ok, never mind, baba." Rubina gave a little smile and twirled around. "I have to go to the bathroom now. I need to pee, baba. I need to pee badly. I am bursting here."
"Er ... ok, Rubina. Um ... why are you telling me this? Just go to the washroom!"
"I almost pissed in my panties, baba." Rubina told me, smirking. "Even now my panties have a dampness to them, baba."
This was getting very weird. Why was she telling me about her panties? Suddenly a realization dawned on me. Could it be ... that ... she knew about ... what I did? I shook my head. It wasn't likely.
"I wouldn't want to keep you from your ... er ... punishment ... with Rashida apa, baba!" Rubina broke my chain of thought. "I am sure you will have a lot to ... discuss! And maybe she will punish you again, baba!"
Laughing, she headed for the washroom.
Rubina hardly ever even talked with me. She was always deferential, and maintained a respectful silence around me, ever ready to rush to obey whatever command I issued. She was a maid after all.
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