17-11-2020, 01:29 AM
Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 12
My older maid servant opens up to me on her birthday -- Tarek
I didn't know why my chunky maid servant Rashida was sad.
My chubby, friendly, buxom housemaid wasn't smiling as she usually did. She was doing her chores, mopping the floor in the living room, but her eyes were downcast, and she seemed distracted. There was a look of melancholy on her.
All the more surprising because it was her birthday. Well, let me start the story from last night. This morning, Rashida's birthday, is a Tuesday morning, so last night had been a Monday night (well, duh).
Like all Monday nights, I was in her room when the clock had struck twelve. Of course, my portly maid was on a chair in the middle of the room and I was on her lap, face down, over her knees. I was stark naked, as usual, trying to keep myself from bawling my eyes out as her big hand struck my very sore bum again and again and again.
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
"Thirty-three!" I counted faithfully. "I am sorry, bua. I am not going to give Farida apu any more chance to complain, bua. Please spank me again, bua."
"Baba. Baba." Rashida snorted derisively. Her hand gently rested on my aching buttocks, which were now crimson red from her spanking. Her fingers gently traced the outline of my derriere, examining her handiwork.
"Farida is the maid servant next door." She told me. "And my dear friend. You know that."
"Yes, bua."
"And you are my slave. My kutti - bitch boy. You know that."
"Er ... yes, bua. Of course, bua. I am your slave, bua. I am your dog. Your bitch. Your slave, bua."
"Then why would Farida have the chance to complain about you to me? That when she was visiting me, and you tried to pass her in the hallway, you actually brushed against her? Why?"
"I am sorry, bua. It was an accident, I swear!"
SPANK!
That was a particularly hard one.
"Thirty four!" I counted faithfully. "I am sorry, bua. I will personally apologize to Farida apu, bua. Please spank me again, bua."
"She told me," Rashida complained, "That she could actually feel your hardness against her bum! You know we maids are not that rich, and our sarees and our petticoats are made of very thin material, so you rub yourself against our bottom, your little nunu all hard, we know very well what you are doing!"
"It was an accident, bua." I repeated. "I was going, and I turned suddenly as I forgot something, and she was also walking at the same time, and then ..."
SPANK!
This time the blow landed even harder and left me gasping for a moment with the stinging pain on my left butt cheek.
"Thirty five!" I enumerated. "Bua, I am so sorry Farida apu feels I did this on purpose, bua. Please spank me again, bua."
"I couldn't believe it when she told me." Rashida said. Her hand once again squeezed my buttocks, causing me to yelp. Rashida ignored my protest and continued to squeeze and pinch my sore bottom. "I wanted to spank you right then in front of her, but your mother was home and so I couldn't."
SPANK!
"Thirty six!" I counted. "I am so sorry, bua. Ami shotti lojjito. I know I have caused you to be embarrassed, bua. Please spank me again, bua."
"Farida, Zarine, Ruksana, Shabina, Lamia ... they all know you are the slave boy of Rubina and me." Rashida told me. "You know that. We all expect you to be well trained by now, after years of being in our service, isn't that so?"
"Er ... yes, bua."
"And even if it wasn't an accident, as you claim, why were you hard when you brushed against Farida? She could actually feel your little dick poke her between her butt cheeks."
"I ... I ... er ..."
SPANK!
"Thirty seven!" I continued to count. "I am very sorry bua that I let you down. Please spank me again, bua."
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
Suddenly we could hear the big hallway grandfather clock start to chime. It was midnight, and Rashida paused as the clock struck twelve times. Just in time, I realized what the date was.
My older maid servant opens up to me on her birthday -- Tarek
I didn't know why my chunky maid servant Rashida was sad.
My chubby, friendly, buxom housemaid wasn't smiling as she usually did. She was doing her chores, mopping the floor in the living room, but her eyes were downcast, and she seemed distracted. There was a look of melancholy on her.
All the more surprising because it was her birthday. Well, let me start the story from last night. This morning, Rashida's birthday, is a Tuesday morning, so last night had been a Monday night (well, duh).
Like all Monday nights, I was in her room when the clock had struck twelve. Of course, my portly maid was on a chair in the middle of the room and I was on her lap, face down, over her knees. I was stark naked, as usual, trying to keep myself from bawling my eyes out as her big hand struck my very sore bum again and again and again.
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
"Thirty-three!" I counted faithfully. "I am sorry, bua. I am not going to give Farida apu any more chance to complain, bua. Please spank me again, bua."
"Baba. Baba." Rashida snorted derisively. Her hand gently rested on my aching buttocks, which were now crimson red from her spanking. Her fingers gently traced the outline of my derriere, examining her handiwork.
"Farida is the maid servant next door." She told me. "And my dear friend. You know that."
"Yes, bua."
"And you are my slave. My kutti - bitch boy. You know that."
"Er ... yes, bua. Of course, bua. I am your slave, bua. I am your dog. Your bitch. Your slave, bua."
"Then why would Farida have the chance to complain about you to me? That when she was visiting me, and you tried to pass her in the hallway, you actually brushed against her? Why?"
"I am sorry, bua. It was an accident, I swear!"
SPANK!
That was a particularly hard one.
"Thirty four!" I counted faithfully. "I am sorry, bua. I will personally apologize to Farida apu, bua. Please spank me again, bua."
"She told me," Rashida complained, "That she could actually feel your hardness against her bum! You know we maids are not that rich, and our sarees and our petticoats are made of very thin material, so you rub yourself against our bottom, your little nunu all hard, we know very well what you are doing!"
"It was an accident, bua." I repeated. "I was going, and I turned suddenly as I forgot something, and she was also walking at the same time, and then ..."
SPANK!
This time the blow landed even harder and left me gasping for a moment with the stinging pain on my left butt cheek.
"Thirty five!" I enumerated. "Bua, I am so sorry Farida apu feels I did this on purpose, bua. Please spank me again, bua."
"I couldn't believe it when she told me." Rashida said. Her hand once again squeezed my buttocks, causing me to yelp. Rashida ignored my protest and continued to squeeze and pinch my sore bottom. "I wanted to spank you right then in front of her, but your mother was home and so I couldn't."
SPANK!
"Thirty six!" I counted. "I am so sorry, bua. Ami shotti lojjito. I know I have caused you to be embarrassed, bua. Please spank me again, bua."
"Farida, Zarine, Ruksana, Shabina, Lamia ... they all know you are the slave boy of Rubina and me." Rashida told me. "You know that. We all expect you to be well trained by now, after years of being in our service, isn't that so?"
"Er ... yes, bua."
"And even if it wasn't an accident, as you claim, why were you hard when you brushed against Farida? She could actually feel your little dick poke her between her butt cheeks."
"I ... I ... er ..."
SPANK!
"Thirty seven!" I continued to count. "I am very sorry bua that I let you down. Please spank me again, bua."
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
Suddenly we could hear the big hallway grandfather clock start to chime. It was midnight, and Rashida paused as the clock struck twelve times. Just in time, I realized what the date was.
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