19-03-2019, 01:29 PM
When she was finally done, Rubina ordered me to kneel down on the floor. She then slipped on a leash around my neck.
"Come!" She ordered, "I want you on all fours, baba, like the dog you are. You are my bitch and don't you forget it."
"Yes, choto bua."
I followed Rubina out of the room, crawling on all fours, as she ordered. I was being led on a collar, like a mere dog out for a walk with her mistress. Rubina occasionally gave a sharp tug on the leash, when she felt I needed to crawl faster.
"Faster, bitch."
Finally, we were in the servants' washroom. Rubina unhooked the leash and let it hand from a hook on the wall. Holding me now by the ears, Rubina made me crouch on the dirty floor of the damp washroom. I was now at her feet, looking up. She then lifted up her sari and petticoat. I noticed that Rubina wasn't wearing any panties.
Rubina tied up her bunched up sari and petticoat around her hips. With two fingers separating the lips of her pussy, Rubina began to pee. I opened my mouth as her yellow stream splashed on my face, taking in big gulps of her urine. My body was wet with her yellow fluid as she directed the stream over my head, wetting my hair, then on my face, and then on my body.
When she was done, Rubina grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to her cunt. There was a strong sharp smell on her legs and the bathroom floor where I was kneeling, now drenched with her piss. I leaned forward and began to clean her dirty pussy with my tongue, quickly bringing her to orgasm as I licked her clit.
Rubina told me to take a shower and head back to my room. My punishment was over (for that night, anyways). I took a shower in the maids' washroom, and then had to shiver as I walked back, in the buff, to my own room. Finally I was clothed again. I spent the night tossing and turning, with deep sleep proving elusive, due to my stinging ass.
* * *
The next morning, after freshening up, I walked to the kitchen. Rashida was busy making some toast.
"Baba," she told me as soon as I walked in, "Can you take a look at my cell phone?"
"Why, of course, bua," I replied, "What seems to be the trouble?"
"I don't seem to have any network." Rashida looked at me, puzzled. "I have switched it on and off several times to no effect."
In a trice, it dawned upon me. The one instruction I was to carry out yesterday, that for the life of me, I couldn't recall. I was to have paid the cellphone bills for Rashida and Rubina!
You see, the maids have a prepaid cellphone, and every month it is my job to fill the account with credit so they can have enough talk time to last through the month. Rashida had told me her cellphone account was going to run dry, and I was supposed to have put enough money in it by yesterday morning. Yet, I had forgotten. And then I had gone and ogled the vegetable lady's butt and then got my own butt into all sorts of trouble.
My face must have shown my alarm, as Rashida immediately sized up the situation.
"Did you fill my account, baba?" She asked.
"I ... I ... I really forgot, bua." I decided to confess. "I was going to do it in the morning, but then with the party preparations, and then, er, my punishments, I ... forgot completely, bua."
"Hmm." Rashida seemed to mull my indiscretion. Her voice was even as she spoke, "At least baba you decided not to lie this time."
"Yes, bua, I understand," I answered. "It was my mistake to try and lie yesterday, bua."
"Good." Rashida handed me her cellphone. "Now, baba, I don't have time to discipline you now. I need my cellphone fixed."
"Yes, bua." So apparently, breakfast would have to wait.
"Go down to the paan store, the one operated by Zarine's father, in the corner, baba, and get my account filled RIGHT NOW."
"Yes, bua." I grabbed her phone and made a motion to leave immediately.
"Baba, wait."
Uh oh, I thought.
"You are walking funnily. Did you get any beatings from Rubina last night, baba?"
Completely thrown off by the question, I was dumbstruck for a moment, and then gathered my wits around me.
"Yes, bua."
"Good. And exactly how were you chastised baba?"
"I ... er ..." I recounted last night's humiliating incidents to her.
"Baba!" Rashida ordered. "Turn around, and drop your pants, and bend over please. I want to see your behind, and see if she did a good job."
"Come!" She ordered, "I want you on all fours, baba, like the dog you are. You are my bitch and don't you forget it."
"Yes, choto bua."
I followed Rubina out of the room, crawling on all fours, as she ordered. I was being led on a collar, like a mere dog out for a walk with her mistress. Rubina occasionally gave a sharp tug on the leash, when she felt I needed to crawl faster.
"Faster, bitch."
Finally, we were in the servants' washroom. Rubina unhooked the leash and let it hand from a hook on the wall. Holding me now by the ears, Rubina made me crouch on the dirty floor of the damp washroom. I was now at her feet, looking up. She then lifted up her sari and petticoat. I noticed that Rubina wasn't wearing any panties.
Rubina tied up her bunched up sari and petticoat around her hips. With two fingers separating the lips of her pussy, Rubina began to pee. I opened my mouth as her yellow stream splashed on my face, taking in big gulps of her urine. My body was wet with her yellow fluid as she directed the stream over my head, wetting my hair, then on my face, and then on my body.
When she was done, Rubina grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to her cunt. There was a strong sharp smell on her legs and the bathroom floor where I was kneeling, now drenched with her piss. I leaned forward and began to clean her dirty pussy with my tongue, quickly bringing her to orgasm as I licked her clit.
Rubina told me to take a shower and head back to my room. My punishment was over (for that night, anyways). I took a shower in the maids' washroom, and then had to shiver as I walked back, in the buff, to my own room. Finally I was clothed again. I spent the night tossing and turning, with deep sleep proving elusive, due to my stinging ass.
* * *
The next morning, after freshening up, I walked to the kitchen. Rashida was busy making some toast.
"Baba," she told me as soon as I walked in, "Can you take a look at my cell phone?"
"Why, of course, bua," I replied, "What seems to be the trouble?"
"I don't seem to have any network." Rashida looked at me, puzzled. "I have switched it on and off several times to no effect."
In a trice, it dawned upon me. The one instruction I was to carry out yesterday, that for the life of me, I couldn't recall. I was to have paid the cellphone bills for Rashida and Rubina!
You see, the maids have a prepaid cellphone, and every month it is my job to fill the account with credit so they can have enough talk time to last through the month. Rashida had told me her cellphone account was going to run dry, and I was supposed to have put enough money in it by yesterday morning. Yet, I had forgotten. And then I had gone and ogled the vegetable lady's butt and then got my own butt into all sorts of trouble.
My face must have shown my alarm, as Rashida immediately sized up the situation.
"Did you fill my account, baba?" She asked.
"I ... I ... I really forgot, bua." I decided to confess. "I was going to do it in the morning, but then with the party preparations, and then, er, my punishments, I ... forgot completely, bua."
"Hmm." Rashida seemed to mull my indiscretion. Her voice was even as she spoke, "At least baba you decided not to lie this time."
"Yes, bua, I understand," I answered. "It was my mistake to try and lie yesterday, bua."
"Good." Rashida handed me her cellphone. "Now, baba, I don't have time to discipline you now. I need my cellphone fixed."
"Yes, bua." So apparently, breakfast would have to wait.
"Go down to the paan store, the one operated by Zarine's father, in the corner, baba, and get my account filled RIGHT NOW."
"Yes, bua." I grabbed her phone and made a motion to leave immediately.
"Baba, wait."
Uh oh, I thought.
"You are walking funnily. Did you get any beatings from Rubina last night, baba?"
Completely thrown off by the question, I was dumbstruck for a moment, and then gathered my wits around me.
"Yes, bua."
"Good. And exactly how were you chastised baba?"
"I ... er ..." I recounted last night's humiliating incidents to her.
"Baba!" Rashida ordered. "Turn around, and drop your pants, and bend over please. I want to see your behind, and see if she did a good job."
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