20-03-2019, 01:01 PM
I remained in that position while Rashida stepped out of the room. I could hear the other maids talk in muffled voices, no doubt about me. They were enjoying the show, especially Zarine. Zarine reminded me of Rubina, but I felt uneasy in the presence of these new ladies. I could hardly believe myself, but I was actually wishing Rubina was here to comfort me.
Rashida returned to the room, swinging a cane in her hands.
"Baba," Rashida voiced the punishment loudly for the benefit of her guests. "I was going to spank you with the cane, but since it's Shabina whom you upset, I figure it's only fair that she gets to cane you. What do you think?"
As if I had any say!
"Um, bua. Whatever you decide is right."
"That's a good boy." Rashida patted my bare bum. "A slave boy who has completely submitted to his mistress and will obey her, and be content with whatever she says."
"Yes, bua."
Rashida now turned to Shabina and handed her the cane.
"Make sure to spank him here," She touched my ass and pointed out the spankable area to Shabina. I felt like a piece of meat on display. "And I think you can cane him 5 strokes."
Now it was Shabina who spoke to me.
"Listen, baba. I am going to give you 5 strokes. You will count out each stroke. Do you understand?"
"Yes, apu," I replied. I heard a swishing sound as Shabina tested the cane in the air. I hope she got it right - Rashida knew exactly where to hit. I feared Shabina would hit me on the legs or thighs and cause me a lot of pain.
I felt the tip of the cane tapping my poor naked bum. Zarine and Farida angled in for a better view, and I could feel their heavy breathing on me, as they waited for the cane to come down.
SWOOSH!
It felt like a hundred pins pricked me in a straight line on my ass. I wasn't expecting Shabina to swing so hard, so without thinking my hands went behind and rubbed my throbbing ass.
"Baba!" Rashida exclaimed. "Not only did you forgot to count, you moved without permission! That stroke will not count. Shabina, please hit him again."
SWOOSH!
This time I remained in my place and remembered to count as well, "One! Thank you, apu. I am sorry for ruining your dress. Please spank me again."
I felt her tap my ass with the cane, and heard the whistle of the cane.
SWOOSH!
"Two. Thank you, apu."
"Wow, his pasa is getting even redder." Farida actually reached out and touched me on my butt. Immediately I cringed in acute pain. Oblivious to my howls, Farida groped me to her heart's content, before reluctantly withdrawing to enable Shabina to continue my humiliation.
SWOOSH!
"Three. Thank you, apu. Please forgive me. Please spank me again."
SWOOSH!
"Four. Thank you, apu. "
I was grateful that there would be only one more stroke of the cane.
"Stay bent over the desk after the last stroke." Rashida instructed me.
"Yes, bua."
SWOOSH!
"Five! Thank you, apu."
Shabina stepped back and handed the cane back to Rashida. As I lay whimpering on the table, tears streaming down my face, Rashida nonchalantly placed the cane on the table beside me. She then reached out and ran her hands up and down my exposed penis and balls. Although I had just received a spanking, which included five (really six) sharp strokes of the cane, Rashida's stroking of my manhood made everything felt so good.
Rashida then grabbed my right ear and hauled me to standing position. After twisting my ear for a bit, she asked Farida, "Apa, can you grab his other ear?"
"Of course." Farida was only too happy to help, and grabbed me by my left ear. So now I had a lady on either side pulling one ear each.
"Come, baba."
Hauling me by the ears, they dragged me to a corner of the room where there was a sofa. I knew I could never look Farida in the eye again. As I mentioned, she was the maid of the house next door, which belonged to another rich businessman in Kolkata. I played squash with his son Modi, and would often go there to meet him. Farida would always address me with respect, keep her eyes down and rush to obey anytime I would ask for water or snacks. And here she was, dragging me by the ear, across my own dining room, just after having seen me caned.
Rashida returned to the room, swinging a cane in her hands.
"Baba," Rashida voiced the punishment loudly for the benefit of her guests. "I was going to spank you with the cane, but since it's Shabina whom you upset, I figure it's only fair that she gets to cane you. What do you think?"
As if I had any say!
"Um, bua. Whatever you decide is right."
"That's a good boy." Rashida patted my bare bum. "A slave boy who has completely submitted to his mistress and will obey her, and be content with whatever she says."
"Yes, bua."
Rashida now turned to Shabina and handed her the cane.
"Make sure to spank him here," She touched my ass and pointed out the spankable area to Shabina. I felt like a piece of meat on display. "And I think you can cane him 5 strokes."
Now it was Shabina who spoke to me.
"Listen, baba. I am going to give you 5 strokes. You will count out each stroke. Do you understand?"
"Yes, apu," I replied. I heard a swishing sound as Shabina tested the cane in the air. I hope she got it right - Rashida knew exactly where to hit. I feared Shabina would hit me on the legs or thighs and cause me a lot of pain.
I felt the tip of the cane tapping my poor naked bum. Zarine and Farida angled in for a better view, and I could feel their heavy breathing on me, as they waited for the cane to come down.
SWOOSH!
It felt like a hundred pins pricked me in a straight line on my ass. I wasn't expecting Shabina to swing so hard, so without thinking my hands went behind and rubbed my throbbing ass.
"Baba!" Rashida exclaimed. "Not only did you forgot to count, you moved without permission! That stroke will not count. Shabina, please hit him again."
SWOOSH!
This time I remained in my place and remembered to count as well, "One! Thank you, apu. I am sorry for ruining your dress. Please spank me again."
I felt her tap my ass with the cane, and heard the whistle of the cane.
SWOOSH!
"Two. Thank you, apu."
"Wow, his pasa is getting even redder." Farida actually reached out and touched me on my butt. Immediately I cringed in acute pain. Oblivious to my howls, Farida groped me to her heart's content, before reluctantly withdrawing to enable Shabina to continue my humiliation.
SWOOSH!
"Three. Thank you, apu. Please forgive me. Please spank me again."
SWOOSH!
"Four. Thank you, apu. "
I was grateful that there would be only one more stroke of the cane.
"Stay bent over the desk after the last stroke." Rashida instructed me.
"Yes, bua."
SWOOSH!
"Five! Thank you, apu."
Shabina stepped back and handed the cane back to Rashida. As I lay whimpering on the table, tears streaming down my face, Rashida nonchalantly placed the cane on the table beside me. She then reached out and ran her hands up and down my exposed penis and balls. Although I had just received a spanking, which included five (really six) sharp strokes of the cane, Rashida's stroking of my manhood made everything felt so good.
Rashida then grabbed my right ear and hauled me to standing position. After twisting my ear for a bit, she asked Farida, "Apa, can you grab his other ear?"
"Of course." Farida was only too happy to help, and grabbed me by my left ear. So now I had a lady on either side pulling one ear each.
"Come, baba."
Hauling me by the ears, they dragged me to a corner of the room where there was a sofa. I knew I could never look Farida in the eye again. As I mentioned, she was the maid of the house next door, which belonged to another rich businessman in Kolkata. I played squash with his son Modi, and would often go there to meet him. Farida would always address me with respect, keep her eyes down and rush to obey anytime I would ask for water or snacks. And here she was, dragging me by the ear, across my own dining room, just after having seen me caned.
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