15-03-2019, 02:29 PM
However, if I had thought Rashida was going to take it easy on me from now on, today was a reminder as to how wrong that notion of mine was. Displease her, I realized, and bear the consequences.
SPANK!
Rashida let go of my balls and resumed the spanking.
"OWWW! Twenty two! T-t-thank you, bua. I am so sorry, bua. Please spank me again."
"Do you like being spanked, baba?" Rashida asked. "One would think you would feel some lojja, some shame, that I, your maid, is spanking you on your pasa, your buttocks! Your maid servant!"
"I am so sorry, bua." I answered earnestly. "I really did forget to put the seat down once I had finishing peeing, bua."
SPANK!
"Thank you, bua. Twenty three! Please spank me again."
"It looks gross," Rashida told me, "all those pee stains on the commode. You can't even aim your little penis properly."
"I know, bua. I am so sorry, bua."
SPANK!
"Thank you, bua. Twenty four! I am so sorry, bua. Please spank me again."
"I started to punish you two days a week," Rashida told me, "so that you keep a check on your actions. If you embarrass yourself like this, I will spank you EVERY DAY if you don't change your nature!"
"I understand, bua. I am so sorry, bua. I will try not to offend you again, bua."
SPANK!
"Thank you, bua. Twenty five! I am so sorry, bua. Please spank me again."
"You sole purpose," Rashida announced, "as a man, is to be pleasing to the woman you serve as a slave. You should be thinking day and night on how to please me, not how to make me angry!"
"Yes, bua."
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
And so it went on for a while, until the count reached thirty five and Rashida decided I had been spanked enough. She let me lie there on her lap for a while, whimpering like a helpless animal, while she caressed and squeezed my butt cheeks and examined the results of her handiwork. I shuddered as a fresh wave of humiliation and shame went through me. I, the son of a powerful family and a rich industrialist of India, was lying naked across my maid's lap, being spanked by her for leaving the toilet seat up.
"I know this is painful and humiliating for you." Rashida said. "But this is payback for when I have to clean your disgusting mess in the toilet."
"Yes, bua. I am sorry, bua."
"Baba." Rashida suddenly tapped my bum, motioning me to stand up. "All this talk of pee now makes me want to pee. Let's go to the washroom."
"Yes, bua."
We opened the door to Rashida's room, and walked out into the general hallway in the servants' quarters. I desperately hoped that Rubina, our other maid, was fast asleep in her own room by then. I didn't want her to come out and see me, butt naked, being led by the ear by Rashida to the washroom, or have her ask me why my ass was crimson red, or why I was being led by the ear by the older maid servant. Luckily, she was nowhere to be seen.
SPANK!
Rashida let go of my balls and resumed the spanking.
"OWWW! Twenty two! T-t-thank you, bua. I am so sorry, bua. Please spank me again."
"Do you like being spanked, baba?" Rashida asked. "One would think you would feel some lojja, some shame, that I, your maid, is spanking you on your pasa, your buttocks! Your maid servant!"
"I am so sorry, bua." I answered earnestly. "I really did forget to put the seat down once I had finishing peeing, bua."
SPANK!
"Thank you, bua. Twenty three! Please spank me again."
"It looks gross," Rashida told me, "all those pee stains on the commode. You can't even aim your little penis properly."
"I know, bua. I am so sorry, bua."
SPANK!
"Thank you, bua. Twenty four! I am so sorry, bua. Please spank me again."
"I started to punish you two days a week," Rashida told me, "so that you keep a check on your actions. If you embarrass yourself like this, I will spank you EVERY DAY if you don't change your nature!"
"I understand, bua. I am so sorry, bua. I will try not to offend you again, bua."
SPANK!
"Thank you, bua. Twenty five! I am so sorry, bua. Please spank me again."
"You sole purpose," Rashida announced, "as a man, is to be pleasing to the woman you serve as a slave. You should be thinking day and night on how to please me, not how to make me angry!"
"Yes, bua."
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
And so it went on for a while, until the count reached thirty five and Rashida decided I had been spanked enough. She let me lie there on her lap for a while, whimpering like a helpless animal, while she caressed and squeezed my butt cheeks and examined the results of her handiwork. I shuddered as a fresh wave of humiliation and shame went through me. I, the son of a powerful family and a rich industrialist of India, was lying naked across my maid's lap, being spanked by her for leaving the toilet seat up.
"I know this is painful and humiliating for you." Rashida said. "But this is payback for when I have to clean your disgusting mess in the toilet."
"Yes, bua. I am sorry, bua."
"Baba." Rashida suddenly tapped my bum, motioning me to stand up. "All this talk of pee now makes me want to pee. Let's go to the washroom."
"Yes, bua."
We opened the door to Rashida's room, and walked out into the general hallway in the servants' quarters. I desperately hoped that Rubina, our other maid, was fast asleep in her own room by then. I didn't want her to come out and see me, butt naked, being led by the ear by Rashida to the washroom, or have her ask me why my ass was crimson red, or why I was being led by the ear by the older maid servant. Luckily, she was nowhere to be seen.
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