19-03-2019, 01:27 PM
Rashida, being the older maid, and employed with us for a long time, had a more mature, authoritative demeanor; maintaining a sense of gravitas around her, whereas Rubina was more spunky and spontaneous.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"I am so sorry, bua. I will never lie to you again, I promise! Please forgive me,bua!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The slaps continued. Rashida was clearly angry that I had lied to her -- and this was true, I had never lied to her before like this -- and Rubina was observing me with a cruel grin on her face. Appearance wise, the two maids couldn't be more dissimilar. Rashida was heavier; she had a big chest (her blouses were always one size too small and struggled to contain her overflowing breasts), and she had a big bum as well. Once I had to accompany her to the market, and she took more than half the space on the two-seater rickshaw, and I had to squeeze into the remaining space. Rubina, on the other hand, was scrawny, thin, with a beautiful face that gave me a hard on whenever she wasn't spanking me. Of her thin stature, the only redeeming feature were her butt cheeks, which were amply proportioned, and her supply breasts.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Twenty Five!" Amidst my pain, I maintained the count, knowing that missing a slap or two would result in further punishment. And along with the count, came my abject apology. "I am very sorry, bua. I should not have lied about switching it-"
SLAP!
"What were you doing, baba?" Rashida asked me.
SLAP!
"It was a very simple task, baba."
"Yes, bua."
SLAP!
"Wait 8 minutes, baba, and turn the oven off. That's all I said."
"Yes, bua."
SLAP!
"Now, baba, we have to mix the dough and start all over again."
"I am so sorry, bua."
SLAP!
"That's two hours wasted."
"Yes, bua. It's all my fault." I wailed. "Please punish me more."
SLAP!
"I will, baba."
SLAP!
"Now tell me, baba, exactly why-"
SLAP!
"-would you forget-"
SLAP!
"-to turn the oven off, baba?"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Finally, Rubina volunteered the answer.
"Rashida apa, I know why baba forgot. He was too busy ogling Shabina apa." Rubina used the respectful term 'apa' (older sister) when addressing an older woman, or when talking about an older woman.
"WHAT?!!"
You could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed. Rashida's steely eyes bore into mine, and I kept my eyes cast down in shame and fear. My silence validated Rubina's answer. For a second, I forgot my punishments, or the fact that I was forgetting another of Rashida's orders that I couldn't recall, or the count of how many slaps I had received so far from my shapely maid. All I could now think of was that Rashida was now going to be very, very, very angry. Not only had I failed to do what she asked, AND lied about it, but I was guilty of ogling another woman -- another one of the help.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"I am so sorry, bua. I will never lie to you again, I promise! Please forgive me,bua!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The slaps continued. Rashida was clearly angry that I had lied to her -- and this was true, I had never lied to her before like this -- and Rubina was observing me with a cruel grin on her face. Appearance wise, the two maids couldn't be more dissimilar. Rashida was heavier; she had a big chest (her blouses were always one size too small and struggled to contain her overflowing breasts), and she had a big bum as well. Once I had to accompany her to the market, and she took more than half the space on the two-seater rickshaw, and I had to squeeze into the remaining space. Rubina, on the other hand, was scrawny, thin, with a beautiful face that gave me a hard on whenever she wasn't spanking me. Of her thin stature, the only redeeming feature were her butt cheeks, which were amply proportioned, and her supply breasts.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Twenty Five!" Amidst my pain, I maintained the count, knowing that missing a slap or two would result in further punishment. And along with the count, came my abject apology. "I am very sorry, bua. I should not have lied about switching it-"
SLAP!
"What were you doing, baba?" Rashida asked me.
SLAP!
"It was a very simple task, baba."
"Yes, bua."
SLAP!
"Wait 8 minutes, baba, and turn the oven off. That's all I said."
"Yes, bua."
SLAP!
"Now, baba, we have to mix the dough and start all over again."
"I am so sorry, bua."
SLAP!
"That's two hours wasted."
"Yes, bua. It's all my fault." I wailed. "Please punish me more."
SLAP!
"I will, baba."
SLAP!
"Now tell me, baba, exactly why-"
SLAP!
"-would you forget-"
SLAP!
"-to turn the oven off, baba?"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Finally, Rubina volunteered the answer.
"Rashida apa, I know why baba forgot. He was too busy ogling Shabina apa." Rubina used the respectful term 'apa' (older sister) when addressing an older woman, or when talking about an older woman.
"WHAT?!!"
You could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed. Rashida's steely eyes bore into mine, and I kept my eyes cast down in shame and fear. My silence validated Rubina's answer. For a second, I forgot my punishments, or the fact that I was forgetting another of Rashida's orders that I couldn't recall, or the count of how many slaps I had received so far from my shapely maid. All I could now think of was that Rashida was now going to be very, very, very angry. Not only had I failed to do what she asked, AND lied about it, but I was guilty of ogling another woman -- another one of the help.
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