17-11-2020, 01:29 AM
"Yes." Rashida's hand went from the balls to my rapidly hardening penis. "I think your father wants to send you to Delhi to manage the new branches of the shop there."
"Er ... yes, bua." Rashida was rubbing me hard, and I was slowly approaching a point of no return.
"You should go to Delhi." Rashida told me. "And your mother will want to send a maid to take care of you. You should ask for me to go with you, rather than Rubina. Since Rubina is a young girl and I am the older lady, she is more likely to send me anyways. Besides, if Rubina gets married soon, she won't be living here anymore."
"Of course, of course, bua. I will ask Mummy to bring you with me. I would love to have you with me in Delhi."
"You sure would." Rashida increased the pace of her stroking. "You and me ... all alone to ourselves in Delhi ... all the time! What's not to love! I will be spanking you every chance I get!"
I couldn't hold it any more. It was just too much. The thought of living alone with Rashida just put me over the edge. I erupted like a volcano, my cum gushing everywhere.
* * *
I stood in front of the mirror in my room, arching my back to glance at my buttocks.
They were bright crimson red, of course. There were loud red lines where Rashida's big hand had repeatedly met my derriere, and some light bruising. My whole ass was still on fire, stinging, even after I had applied a cooling cream on it. Rashida's spanking had been very thorough.
It's been five years now since my maid servant had started to spank me, I reflected. Five years ago when she had caught me masturbating, and then punished me for it. And started making me her "bottom". Over these five years, I had submitted to my mistress in many different ways, some more depraved and disgracing than others. I was literally her slave, to be used by her as she willed, and her slightest wish was my command.
Sometimes I wondered how it was possible that I had kept this secret from my parents in the last five years. Yes, they went to bed early like clockwork and yes, they both had times where they were away at conferences, but the maids had also started to become pretty brazen and bold in their domination of me.
Rubina would sometimes come to my room during the day time, lock the door, strip me naked and proceed to punish me, slapping and spanking me until I was a slobbering mess and my ass was on fire. She had a special fetish for slapping me, and my cheeks would have red streaks when she was done. Yet no one seemed to notice.
Rashida was more circumspect. She punished me when I did something wrong, and her punishment almost always fit the crime. Like the one I just had right now.
OF COURSE I was guilty! I had seen Farida in the narrow hall, and immediately I gave in to my temptation. I stroked my penis and made myself hard, and then brushed past her in the hallway, poking her in the back with my dick and rubbing myself, albeit briefly, against her buttocks. Only after I had done it did I realize that I might be in deep trouble with Rashida.
Rashida took those infractions very seriously. There was a small circle of her friends where she made it known the exact relation she had with me, the son of her employer. Farida -- the maid servant in the house next to ours. Shabina, the vegetable lady who delivered fresh produce from the market. Zarine, a young lady, a friend of Rubina's, and the daughter of the owner of a small stall down the street. Lamia, an associate of Rashida's from her village. Ruksana, another vendor down the street.
All these lower class women knew fully well that I, the scion of a wealthy and powerful family, was in reality the slave boy of my own maid servants in my own house. And that these maid servants, whenever they wished, would just strip me nude and do what they wanted to with me. I was to treat them just like I treat Rashida and Rubina. So when I had misbehaved with Farida, I knew I was in for a proper punishment.
* * *
"Er ... yes, bua." Rashida was rubbing me hard, and I was slowly approaching a point of no return.
"You should go to Delhi." Rashida told me. "And your mother will want to send a maid to take care of you. You should ask for me to go with you, rather than Rubina. Since Rubina is a young girl and I am the older lady, she is more likely to send me anyways. Besides, if Rubina gets married soon, she won't be living here anymore."
"Of course, of course, bua. I will ask Mummy to bring you with me. I would love to have you with me in Delhi."
"You sure would." Rashida increased the pace of her stroking. "You and me ... all alone to ourselves in Delhi ... all the time! What's not to love! I will be spanking you every chance I get!"
I couldn't hold it any more. It was just too much. The thought of living alone with Rashida just put me over the edge. I erupted like a volcano, my cum gushing everywhere.
* * *
I stood in front of the mirror in my room, arching my back to glance at my buttocks.
They were bright crimson red, of course. There were loud red lines where Rashida's big hand had repeatedly met my derriere, and some light bruising. My whole ass was still on fire, stinging, even after I had applied a cooling cream on it. Rashida's spanking had been very thorough.
It's been five years now since my maid servant had started to spank me, I reflected. Five years ago when she had caught me masturbating, and then punished me for it. And started making me her "bottom". Over these five years, I had submitted to my mistress in many different ways, some more depraved and disgracing than others. I was literally her slave, to be used by her as she willed, and her slightest wish was my command.
Sometimes I wondered how it was possible that I had kept this secret from my parents in the last five years. Yes, they went to bed early like clockwork and yes, they both had times where they were away at conferences, but the maids had also started to become pretty brazen and bold in their domination of me.
Rubina would sometimes come to my room during the day time, lock the door, strip me naked and proceed to punish me, slapping and spanking me until I was a slobbering mess and my ass was on fire. She had a special fetish for slapping me, and my cheeks would have red streaks when she was done. Yet no one seemed to notice.
Rashida was more circumspect. She punished me when I did something wrong, and her punishment almost always fit the crime. Like the one I just had right now.
OF COURSE I was guilty! I had seen Farida in the narrow hall, and immediately I gave in to my temptation. I stroked my penis and made myself hard, and then brushed past her in the hallway, poking her in the back with my dick and rubbing myself, albeit briefly, against her buttocks. Only after I had done it did I realize that I might be in deep trouble with Rashida.
Rashida took those infractions very seriously. There was a small circle of her friends where she made it known the exact relation she had with me, the son of her employer. Farida -- the maid servant in the house next to ours. Shabina, the vegetable lady who delivered fresh produce from the market. Zarine, a young lady, a friend of Rubina's, and the daughter of the owner of a small stall down the street. Lamia, an associate of Rashida's from her village. Ruksana, another vendor down the street.
All these lower class women knew fully well that I, the scion of a wealthy and powerful family, was in reality the slave boy of my own maid servants in my own house. And that these maid servants, whenever they wished, would just strip me nude and do what they wanted to with me. I was to treat them just like I treat Rashida and Rubina. So when I had misbehaved with Farida, I knew I was in for a proper punishment.
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