19-03-2019, 01:28 PM
Rubina caned me hard and fast. Her ferocious strikes left me gasping for breath amidst my tears and yelps, and no doubt my behind was now a bright shade of tomato red. I missed the count a few times, and every time Rubina added five penalty strokes. Hell hath no fury like a maid servant with a cane in her hand crossed. By the time Rubina was done, I was a blubbering mess.
"Stand down from the chair and come here!" Rashida ordered. Barely able to walk now, I stood facing her. More than anything, I fervently wanted to rub my sore buttom, but I knew that would prolong my punishment. As I stood there, Rashida cupped my balls in her right hand.
"Next time, you lie to me ..." Rashida tightened her squeeze on my testicles, and I sharply drew in my breath. "Your balls will be on the line. Do you understand me, baba?"
"Y-y-yes, bua. I am very sorry, bua. I will never lie to you again." I was really scared she would beat me on my balls. So far, my testicles had been left alone by Rashida. Not Rubina, of course. She had whipped me there a few times.
The maids told me to go to a corner, face the wall and bend over. I remained in that position, naked, butt up in the air, while they went about their tasks. The cold air blowing through the kitchen shot a thousand volts through my body every time there was a breeze across my behind, and I was ardently hoping that was the end of my punishment. Finally, Rashida walked over and examined my derriere -- and the result of their handiwork. She squeezed and pinched my butt cheeks, and gently spread it apart to see my asshole, giving me more jolting pain.
"Ok, baba." Rashida seemed satisfied and snapped her fingers. "Kiss my feet."
"Yes, bua."
I knelt down on the grown, prostrated and pressed my lips to her right foot. I kissed it adoringly, respectfully and reverently. I then repeated the action with her left foot, making sure to kiss each of her toes, her ankle and the back of her heel. When she was satisfied, Rashida told me to pick up my clothes, and get out of the kitchen.
The party that night was a success. I of course, could not sit down (for obvious reasons!) and whenever someone brushed against me, I could feel the pain, and had to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming.
Later that night, as I lay in the bed, I again tried to think of what was that other instruction I was forgetting. After trying hard in vain to recall, I then reflected on the caning I had received.
My maids have been punishing me for two years now. It all started when I was eighteen, and Rashida had caught me masturbating, and rather than have her report me to my parents, I decided to accept her punishment. And that was how I found myself to be in the situation I was in now. Pretty soon, Rashida was spanking me on a regular basis. Unknown to me then, but immediately recognized by Rashida when she spanked me for the very first time, I had a submissive streak in me, and I found the idea -- of placing myself at the mercy of large, dominating woman who would beat me as she wished -- highly erotic. Slowly and surely, Rashida increased the range and severity of my punishments, and then, sometime later, she initiated Rubina into the whole affair. Gradually, and unknown to my parents, the maids compounded their domination over me to such an extent that I would now obey anything they said, any time.
The maids had time scheduled every week for what Rashida called my "maintenance spanking". Even if I had done nothing wrong, and that was never the case, I was to submit to them and present my bare bum for a hiding. It emphasized the fact that they ruled me, and my body, and I was their deferential serf, destined to obey their slightest wish.
Every Monday and Thursday, sharply at 10.30 pm, long after my parents had retired for the night (they went to bed every night at 9pm), I would report to my mistress Rashida's room, in the servants' quarters. Monday and Thursday were marked as my 'punishment' nights.
Many a times, Rubina would go over the line when disciplining me. Once, while I was kissing her feet, she kicked out. Another time, while caning me as I stood silently bearing her hidings, she hit the lower part of my legs, below the knee. Yet another time, when I was being slapped, Rubina hit the same cheek, again and again, instead of alternating on each side of my face.
"Stand down from the chair and come here!" Rashida ordered. Barely able to walk now, I stood facing her. More than anything, I fervently wanted to rub my sore buttom, but I knew that would prolong my punishment. As I stood there, Rashida cupped my balls in her right hand.
"Next time, you lie to me ..." Rashida tightened her squeeze on my testicles, and I sharply drew in my breath. "Your balls will be on the line. Do you understand me, baba?"
"Y-y-yes, bua. I am very sorry, bua. I will never lie to you again." I was really scared she would beat me on my balls. So far, my testicles had been left alone by Rashida. Not Rubina, of course. She had whipped me there a few times.
The maids told me to go to a corner, face the wall and bend over. I remained in that position, naked, butt up in the air, while they went about their tasks. The cold air blowing through the kitchen shot a thousand volts through my body every time there was a breeze across my behind, and I was ardently hoping that was the end of my punishment. Finally, Rashida walked over and examined my derriere -- and the result of their handiwork. She squeezed and pinched my butt cheeks, and gently spread it apart to see my asshole, giving me more jolting pain.
"Ok, baba." Rashida seemed satisfied and snapped her fingers. "Kiss my feet."
"Yes, bua."
I knelt down on the grown, prostrated and pressed my lips to her right foot. I kissed it adoringly, respectfully and reverently. I then repeated the action with her left foot, making sure to kiss each of her toes, her ankle and the back of her heel. When she was satisfied, Rashida told me to pick up my clothes, and get out of the kitchen.
The party that night was a success. I of course, could not sit down (for obvious reasons!) and whenever someone brushed against me, I could feel the pain, and had to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming.
Later that night, as I lay in the bed, I again tried to think of what was that other instruction I was forgetting. After trying hard in vain to recall, I then reflected on the caning I had received.
My maids have been punishing me for two years now. It all started when I was eighteen, and Rashida had caught me masturbating, and rather than have her report me to my parents, I decided to accept her punishment. And that was how I found myself to be in the situation I was in now. Pretty soon, Rashida was spanking me on a regular basis. Unknown to me then, but immediately recognized by Rashida when she spanked me for the very first time, I had a submissive streak in me, and I found the idea -- of placing myself at the mercy of large, dominating woman who would beat me as she wished -- highly erotic. Slowly and surely, Rashida increased the range and severity of my punishments, and then, sometime later, she initiated Rubina into the whole affair. Gradually, and unknown to my parents, the maids compounded their domination over me to such an extent that I would now obey anything they said, any time.
The maids had time scheduled every week for what Rashida called my "maintenance spanking". Even if I had done nothing wrong, and that was never the case, I was to submit to them and present my bare bum for a hiding. It emphasized the fact that they ruled me, and my body, and I was their deferential serf, destined to obey their slightest wish.
Every Monday and Thursday, sharply at 10.30 pm, long after my parents had retired for the night (they went to bed every night at 9pm), I would report to my mistress Rashida's room, in the servants' quarters. Monday and Thursday were marked as my 'punishment' nights.
Many a times, Rubina would go over the line when disciplining me. Once, while I was kissing her feet, she kicked out. Another time, while caning me as I stood silently bearing her hidings, she hit the lower part of my legs, below the knee. Yet another time, when I was being slapped, Rubina hit the same cheek, again and again, instead of alternating on each side of my face.
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