17-11-2020, 01:29 AM
"Bua." I tried to speak in a dignified voice, as opposed to the humble and meek manner I had been counting my spanking and apologizing for my behavior. It's hard to be dignified when you are lying naked on your maid servant's lap and getting a thrashing on your bum from her, but I tried. "Bua, can I say something?"
"What is it, Tarek?"
"Bua," I said. "Happy birthday, my dear bua. Shubho jonmodin, amar prio bua."
"Oh." Rashida's hand had been raised, and she was just about to spank me again. But then she realized what I had just said. "Oh ... baba, why, thank you! Thank you for remembering! It is my birthday!"
Her hand came down and rested on my posterior, gently caressing it.
"How did you know it was my birthday, baba?"
"I HAVE to know, bua." I told her. "You know I love you, right, bua. I have told you so many times how much I love you, bua. And therefore the least I can do is remember your birthday, my dear bua."
Rashida laughed. Her hands once again squeezed my bum.
"Yes, I know you love me, Tarek. I am the object of your desires and the subject of your fantasies, eh, baba? I know you masturbate to thoughts of me. You would do anything for me?"
"Yes, bua. I would do anything for you. Anything, and I mean it, bua. I love you."
"Spoken like a true slave to his mistress." Rashida lightly patted my rump, and also succinctly put me in my place. Yes, she knew I loved her, and she was my maid servant, but she was also my mistress, and I was her slave. I was to her no more than a submissive boy who meekly obeyed every command of hers and submitted myself to her punishments. My love for her was one way.
"So," Rashida's hands rested seductively on my red bottom. "Did you get your mistress -- your maid servant -- anything for her birthday?"
"Yes, bua." I told her. "I will give it to you in the morning."
"Alright." Rashida gently jiggled my butt cheeks. "Which number were we at?"
"Er ... forty, bua."
"OK. I am going to give you four more to make it an even forty four. I was going to spank you far longer, but I decided to have some mercy on you. What do you say?"
There was only one right answer.
"Thank you so much, my dear bua." I mouthed. "You are my mistress, my bua, so it is your right to punish me as you wish, bua. I am happy though, my dear bua, that you decided to show some mercy and forgive me, my beautiful and lovely bua."
Rashida didn't usually pay much attention to any flattery, but this time I noticed a smile on the corner of her lips as she raised her hand again.
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
The final four hits were the hardest, and my already stinging buttocks were on fire.
"Alright." Rashida patted my butt. "Stand up. Here ... no, stand by my side, you idiot! Hands to your side."
"Yes, bua."
I stood to Rashida's side as her hands slowly made their way to my testicles.
"You are going to graduate soon, baba." Rashida told me, starting to rub my balls. "Have you thought of what you want to do after?"
"Not really, bua." I told her, getting hard, as she continued to play with my scrotum. "I know I have to look after the family business. That's what my family would want."
"What is it, Tarek?"
"Bua," I said. "Happy birthday, my dear bua. Shubho jonmodin, amar prio bua."
"Oh." Rashida's hand had been raised, and she was just about to spank me again. But then she realized what I had just said. "Oh ... baba, why, thank you! Thank you for remembering! It is my birthday!"
Her hand came down and rested on my posterior, gently caressing it.
"How did you know it was my birthday, baba?"
"I HAVE to know, bua." I told her. "You know I love you, right, bua. I have told you so many times how much I love you, bua. And therefore the least I can do is remember your birthday, my dear bua."
Rashida laughed. Her hands once again squeezed my bum.
"Yes, I know you love me, Tarek. I am the object of your desires and the subject of your fantasies, eh, baba? I know you masturbate to thoughts of me. You would do anything for me?"
"Yes, bua. I would do anything for you. Anything, and I mean it, bua. I love you."
"Spoken like a true slave to his mistress." Rashida lightly patted my rump, and also succinctly put me in my place. Yes, she knew I loved her, and she was my maid servant, but she was also my mistress, and I was her slave. I was to her no more than a submissive boy who meekly obeyed every command of hers and submitted myself to her punishments. My love for her was one way.
"So," Rashida's hands rested seductively on my red bottom. "Did you get your mistress -- your maid servant -- anything for her birthday?"
"Yes, bua." I told her. "I will give it to you in the morning."
"Alright." Rashida gently jiggled my butt cheeks. "Which number were we at?"
"Er ... forty, bua."
"OK. I am going to give you four more to make it an even forty four. I was going to spank you far longer, but I decided to have some mercy on you. What do you say?"
There was only one right answer.
"Thank you so much, my dear bua." I mouthed. "You are my mistress, my bua, so it is your right to punish me as you wish, bua. I am happy though, my dear bua, that you decided to show some mercy and forgive me, my beautiful and lovely bua."
Rashida didn't usually pay much attention to any flattery, but this time I noticed a smile on the corner of her lips as she raised her hand again.
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
The final four hits were the hardest, and my already stinging buttocks were on fire.
"Alright." Rashida patted my butt. "Stand up. Here ... no, stand by my side, you idiot! Hands to your side."
"Yes, bua."
I stood to Rashida's side as her hands slowly made their way to my testicles.
"You are going to graduate soon, baba." Rashida told me, starting to rub my balls. "Have you thought of what you want to do after?"
"Not really, bua." I told her, getting hard, as she continued to play with my scrotum. "I know I have to look after the family business. That's what my family would want."
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