18-03-2019, 12:28 PM
"Oh, bua. Oh, bua." I uttered, as my balls emptied into her.
"Oh, baba. Baba! BABA!"
"BABA!"
"BABA!"
Suddenly, I wasn't dreaming any more. Rashida was really calling me out.
"Tarek! Wake up! Wake up! BABA! WAKE UP!"
Groggily I sat up in bed. What happened? I glanced down. I was naked. In bed.
In her bed.
In my maid Rashida's bed.
I looked at her. She was definitely not naked.
It was morning. Probably around 8.30 am. Rashida was fully clothed though. Dressed in her saris, she looked like she had just woken up. And a little angry.
I HAD been dreaming. And now I had woken up. So ... no ... I didn't really fuck Rashida. I started to think how I was in bed with her.
In a minute, the fog in my mind cleared and it all started to come back to me.
Last night, which was a Thursday, had started just like any other Thursday nights. I had showed up to Rashida's room for my punishment, and knocked, late at night. Both my mother and father were away at a conference and wouldn't be back until Sunday. It was January and my university had just reopened after our Christmas / New Year break. Our first term results were out, and truth by said I hadn't done as well as I had been expected to. I had gotten mostly Bs, and a couple of As. In my college I had been an all A student, so I guess university was getting a little tougher to adjust to.
For the last three weeks neither my senior maid servant Rashida nor my junior maid Rubina had disciplined me. Not even a single slap. Apparently I had been on my best behavior, and had obeyed everything the maids had told me, the first time, and did it right. I had also kept my hormonal tendencies in control, and not once had I ogled at them, or gone through their underwear, or displeased them in any way. Rubina had even told me two days ago that she wished I had done something so she could lay into me, but it hadn't happened.
Yet on Thursday morning (yesterday) Rashida had told me in no uncertain terms that she expected me in her room later at night and I was to prepare myself for a "thorough punishment". She also told me it was time I reflected on my humiliating status in the household as a slave to my own maids, and think about my future.
All day I had wondered exactly what I had done. What did I do to get punished tonight? And what about my status? Yes, I was the son of their employer, the young man of the house. And yes, I should be the one bossing over them ... instead, they - my maids! - treat me as their personal slave. It definitely was humiliating, and not for the first time I wondered exactly how I had gotten myself into this situation.
In any case, after knocking on Rashida's door, I waited until she granted me permission to enter. At the beginning, when Rubina did not know of my submission to Rashida, it was nerve wracking to stand there and wait. What if Rubina saw me? There were once or twice she did see me, and I had to give some awkward excuses. Of course, now that I have also submitted to Rubina, that particular danger was no longer there.
"Come!" Rashida announced from inside her room.
Summoning my courage and steeling myself for my punishment, I entered and then shut the door behind me. Rashida was sitting on her bed, her feet dangling on the edge of the bed, reading a magazine.
"Bua." I greeted her. Rashida made no reply and simply ignored me. I knew what to do next.
I walked to the corner, and began to undress. First came off my T-shirt. Then I unbuckled my trousers and lowered them, and stepped out of them. I didn't wear any underwear, of course. After stripping off my clothes completely, folding them and putting them on the chair placed there, I stood in the corner, completely nude, facing the wall. Minutes ticked by, and the all I could hear was the slow creaking of the table fan as it blew air across the room, and I felt the occasional breeze on my bare buttocks.
"Baba!" Rashida had let me stand in the corner for nearly eight minutes.
"Come here." My maid servant ordered.
"Yes, bua."
I took care to turn slowly, keeping my eyes on the floor and not looking her in the eye. As Rashida had often reminded me, I was a lowly slave, and was NOT to look at my mistress in the eye, but had to be deferential and respectful.
"Oh, baba. Baba! BABA!"
"BABA!"
"BABA!"
Suddenly, I wasn't dreaming any more. Rashida was really calling me out.
"Tarek! Wake up! Wake up! BABA! WAKE UP!"
Groggily I sat up in bed. What happened? I glanced down. I was naked. In bed.
In her bed.
In my maid Rashida's bed.
I looked at her. She was definitely not naked.
It was morning. Probably around 8.30 am. Rashida was fully clothed though. Dressed in her saris, she looked like she had just woken up. And a little angry.
I HAD been dreaming. And now I had woken up. So ... no ... I didn't really fuck Rashida. I started to think how I was in bed with her.
In a minute, the fog in my mind cleared and it all started to come back to me.
Last night, which was a Thursday, had started just like any other Thursday nights. I had showed up to Rashida's room for my punishment, and knocked, late at night. Both my mother and father were away at a conference and wouldn't be back until Sunday. It was January and my university had just reopened after our Christmas / New Year break. Our first term results were out, and truth by said I hadn't done as well as I had been expected to. I had gotten mostly Bs, and a couple of As. In my college I had been an all A student, so I guess university was getting a little tougher to adjust to.
For the last three weeks neither my senior maid servant Rashida nor my junior maid Rubina had disciplined me. Not even a single slap. Apparently I had been on my best behavior, and had obeyed everything the maids had told me, the first time, and did it right. I had also kept my hormonal tendencies in control, and not once had I ogled at them, or gone through their underwear, or displeased them in any way. Rubina had even told me two days ago that she wished I had done something so she could lay into me, but it hadn't happened.
Yet on Thursday morning (yesterday) Rashida had told me in no uncertain terms that she expected me in her room later at night and I was to prepare myself for a "thorough punishment". She also told me it was time I reflected on my humiliating status in the household as a slave to my own maids, and think about my future.
All day I had wondered exactly what I had done. What did I do to get punished tonight? And what about my status? Yes, I was the son of their employer, the young man of the house. And yes, I should be the one bossing over them ... instead, they - my maids! - treat me as their personal slave. It definitely was humiliating, and not for the first time I wondered exactly how I had gotten myself into this situation.
In any case, after knocking on Rashida's door, I waited until she granted me permission to enter. At the beginning, when Rubina did not know of my submission to Rashida, it was nerve wracking to stand there and wait. What if Rubina saw me? There were once or twice she did see me, and I had to give some awkward excuses. Of course, now that I have also submitted to Rubina, that particular danger was no longer there.
"Come!" Rashida announced from inside her room.
Summoning my courage and steeling myself for my punishment, I entered and then shut the door behind me. Rashida was sitting on her bed, her feet dangling on the edge of the bed, reading a magazine.
"Bua." I greeted her. Rashida made no reply and simply ignored me. I knew what to do next.
I walked to the corner, and began to undress. First came off my T-shirt. Then I unbuckled my trousers and lowered them, and stepped out of them. I didn't wear any underwear, of course. After stripping off my clothes completely, folding them and putting them on the chair placed there, I stood in the corner, completely nude, facing the wall. Minutes ticked by, and the all I could hear was the slow creaking of the table fan as it blew air across the room, and I felt the occasional breeze on my bare buttocks.
"Baba!" Rashida had let me stand in the corner for nearly eight minutes.
"Come here." My maid servant ordered.
"Yes, bua."
I took care to turn slowly, keeping my eyes on the floor and not looking her in the eye. As Rashida had often reminded me, I was a lowly slave, and was NOT to look at my mistress in the eye, but had to be deferential and respectful.
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