15-03-2019, 02:29 PM
She would then permit me to come in. It wasn't simply me reporting for my punishment. I was actually asking her permission, and she was consenting to punish me, and I was to be thankful to her for that.
I would then enter, shut the door, go to a corner and undress completely. This was important to Rashida. I had once asked for permission to remain partially clothed, perhaps a T-shirt or a shirt. Rashid had flatly declined my request.
"I need you naked," She had told me in reply, "so that I know you are presenting yourself completely to me, vulnerable and at my mercy. Only this way can you be totally submissive to me."
Rashida would allow me to stand in the corner for some time, my nose pressed against the wall, bum out, taking in my nudity, just to deepen my embarrassment. Sometimes she would taunt me, commenting on my upper social standing, and the way I was abasing myself to her, someone from a lower social strata. Then, depending on my actions that had angered or upset her, I would be punished appropriately.
I was also slowly getting used to the physical nature of Rashida's punishments. It had been a long time since I had been physically punished like a collegeboy, and now I was getting slapped, whipped, caned, and spanked, my ears pulled and twisted, and so on, on a regular basis.
Rashida loved to slap me. It was the ultimate humiliation for me to surrender to having my face slapped by a member of our help. The shame of being slapped by someone from the lower class, and standing by helplessly as she did so again, and again, was highly stimulating. To add to the humiliation I would have to count, thank her for slapping me and ask her to slap me again. Every time I would do that Rashida would have a grin on her face as she would raise her hand and slap me repeatedly.
Sometimes Rashida would taunt me by saying my cheeks weren't red yet, and I had to beg her to slap me once more so that my cheeks would be red. After each slap she would examine me if I was "red enough" and this would continue until my face was flush red and my cheeks had the marks of her five fingers across it. Initially
Rashida also loved to smack my buttocks and my punishments always involved an over the knee spanking on my naked bum with her bare hand. Sometimes it involved the cane or the hair brush or the spatula, but a bare hand spanking would always be part of the ritual. There was also no set position for me to be spanked. I was spanked over her lap, on the sofa, on her bed, standing against the wall, balanced over a chair, lying across a desk, and so on. Rashida seemed to delight in finding new positions to spank me every other time.
On those occasions when my parents were away and our other maid Rubina was also visiting some relatives, and we had the whole house to ourselves, Rashida would put me on a make shift leash (usually a long belt fashioned into a leash), make me kneel on all fours, and "walk me" to my parents' washroom. This is where I would be a proper slave to her (a "bitch" she would call me then, instead of the affectionate 'baba') and I would have to service her every way.
She would force me to lie on the bathroom floor and lick her feet. She would sometimes pee on me. I had to clean her up after she urinated. This was something new that she had begun to do with me. I couldn't say I was a big fan of it, but I loved it because it was her. Rashida. My love. I would do anything for her, even if that meant drinking her urine.
I also became an expert in bringing Rashida to orgasm by licking her cunt with my tongue. It took some practice but soon I knew how to hold her by the buttocks or waist, when exactly to go deep into her with my tongue, and how to suck so that by the end of it, she was a quivering mess. Once I would bring Rashida to a frenzied orgasm, Rashida would cum all over my face with abandon. After that she would usually hold my ears and give them a sharp twist. This was usually followed by few fast and repeated slaps. This was her way of reasserting her control over me after she had given in to her passion and had an orgasm.
I would then enter, shut the door, go to a corner and undress completely. This was important to Rashida. I had once asked for permission to remain partially clothed, perhaps a T-shirt or a shirt. Rashid had flatly declined my request.
"I need you naked," She had told me in reply, "so that I know you are presenting yourself completely to me, vulnerable and at my mercy. Only this way can you be totally submissive to me."
Rashida would allow me to stand in the corner for some time, my nose pressed against the wall, bum out, taking in my nudity, just to deepen my embarrassment. Sometimes she would taunt me, commenting on my upper social standing, and the way I was abasing myself to her, someone from a lower social strata. Then, depending on my actions that had angered or upset her, I would be punished appropriately.
I was also slowly getting used to the physical nature of Rashida's punishments. It had been a long time since I had been physically punished like a collegeboy, and now I was getting slapped, whipped, caned, and spanked, my ears pulled and twisted, and so on, on a regular basis.
Rashida loved to slap me. It was the ultimate humiliation for me to surrender to having my face slapped by a member of our help. The shame of being slapped by someone from the lower class, and standing by helplessly as she did so again, and again, was highly stimulating. To add to the humiliation I would have to count, thank her for slapping me and ask her to slap me again. Every time I would do that Rashida would have a grin on her face as she would raise her hand and slap me repeatedly.
Sometimes Rashida would taunt me by saying my cheeks weren't red yet, and I had to beg her to slap me once more so that my cheeks would be red. After each slap she would examine me if I was "red enough" and this would continue until my face was flush red and my cheeks had the marks of her five fingers across it. Initially
Rashida also loved to smack my buttocks and my punishments always involved an over the knee spanking on my naked bum with her bare hand. Sometimes it involved the cane or the hair brush or the spatula, but a bare hand spanking would always be part of the ritual. There was also no set position for me to be spanked. I was spanked over her lap, on the sofa, on her bed, standing against the wall, balanced over a chair, lying across a desk, and so on. Rashida seemed to delight in finding new positions to spank me every other time.
On those occasions when my parents were away and our other maid Rubina was also visiting some relatives, and we had the whole house to ourselves, Rashida would put me on a make shift leash (usually a long belt fashioned into a leash), make me kneel on all fours, and "walk me" to my parents' washroom. This is where I would be a proper slave to her (a "bitch" she would call me then, instead of the affectionate 'baba') and I would have to service her every way.
She would force me to lie on the bathroom floor and lick her feet. She would sometimes pee on me. I had to clean her up after she urinated. This was something new that she had begun to do with me. I couldn't say I was a big fan of it, but I loved it because it was her. Rashida. My love. I would do anything for her, even if that meant drinking her urine.
I also became an expert in bringing Rashida to orgasm by licking her cunt with my tongue. It took some practice but soon I knew how to hold her by the buttocks or waist, when exactly to go deep into her with my tongue, and how to suck so that by the end of it, she was a quivering mess. Once I would bring Rashida to a frenzied orgasm, Rashida would cum all over my face with abandon. After that she would usually hold my ears and give them a sharp twist. This was usually followed by few fast and repeated slaps. This was her way of reasserting her control over me after she had given in to her passion and had an orgasm.
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