Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The next morning, I woke up around ten. My buttocks were still a little sore from the previous night's spanking, but thankfully Rashida had stopped spanking me once I had wished her on her birthday. I went to the washroom and did my thing. Afterwards I dressed in pajamas and a T-shirt and went down to the kitchen from breakfast.

I overheard my mother talking to Rashida in the kitchen, while Rubina was also there, busy chopping something, so I stopped outside the door and listened in.

"Rashida, today it's your birthday." My mother told the maid. "Feel free to take the afternoon and evening off. Rubina will be here to do the work."

"Thank you so much, memsaab." I heard Rashida say. Was it my imagination or was there a note of sadness in her voice? Rashida continued, "If it's OK with you I would rather stay home today and work, memsaab. I have no plans."

"Ah ... I see ... of course."

My mother, like a typical Indian lady, did not care too much about her servant's birthday beyond the usual pleasantries. She had wished her and offered her half a day off, and that was enough. Mom probably had given her a little baksheesh -- some cash tip -- as present as well.

"Rashida. Rubina." I heard my mother call out to the two maids. "I am going to the study to work on some proposals for this new initiative our NGO is going to support. Make sure I am not disturbed, and bring me tea in an hour."

"Yes, memsaab." The two servants dutifully replied.

I waited, and saw my mother walk out of the kitchen and head towards the stairs, her back to me. She looked regal, as always, dressed impeccably in a chiffon saree and looking every bit the business woman she was. I heard her walk up the stairs and soon the door to the study was shut.

For some reason I didn't go in immediately, but decided to peek into the kitchen, keeping myself out of sight.

Rubina had a whole pile of vegetables she was washing, peeling and chopping before putting into Tupperware. Rashida was cleaning dishes before going to mop the floor. There was an air of melancholy in her, a tinge of sadness that seemed to be emanating from her. For some strange reason she was feeling quite down in the dumps, despite it being her birthday.

In the pocket of my pajamas was Rashida's birthday gift. Surely that should cheer her up?

"So, apa, you are not going to take the day off?" Rubina suddenly asked. "After all, it's your birthday. I can handle the extra work."

"No, I would rather stay and work." Rashida said. "I don't have any place to visit. Or any one."

"Hmm." Rubina wanted to say something, but then stopped. She resumed cutting her vegetables.

"So your marriage is almost fixed!" Rashida commented. "It's good to know, Rubina."

This was news to me! I knew my mother was trying to arrange Rubina's wedding, and had even looked at a few matches, but I didn't realize it was a done deal already!

"Yes." I actually saw Rubina blush. "Memsaab's been very kind. She has told me she plans to give Sajid a little nice sum of money so he can set up his own shop."

So the name of the groom-to-be was Sajid! I wondered what he did and how he met Rubina.

"Well it's a good thing memsaab was impressed by Sajid." Rashida remarked. "I knew she wanted you to marry that guard ... what's his name ... Wasim."

"I know." Rubina reminisced. "Wasim was good ... handsome ... tall ... but he had no ambition! He would be a guard forever! Sajid has studied till 9th standard ... and he knows a lot about cars. He works in that garage for 5 years now. With a little help from memsaab, I am sure he can open his own car repair shop."

"I agreed." Rashida nodded. "And I told memsaab she should go with Sajib as well. She listened to me."

Not for the first time I realized the enormous influence Rashida had on our family. I knew for a while she had my mother's ear, and Mummy would actually listen to Rashida's advise on many things, even including her own job.

For some time there was silence as the maids carried on their work.

"So do you know when the wedding is?" Rashida asked.

"Memsaab didn't say." Rubina answered. "Although I think she wants me married off as soon as possible. After all, I am a young girl ... and memsaab THINKS she has a young virile playboy stud son at home ..."

At this, both the maid servants burst out laughing. I felt mortified. They were making fun of me behind my back. I mean, they would insult me to my face as well, but it was sort of humiliating to think they didn't rate me as a virile young man.