20-03-2019, 01:04 PM
"Come." She grabbed my left ear and pulled me up, "Let's go to the Rashida apa's room."
It was utterly humbling. My family pays two maids to do the work of the house. Yet today, I had done most of the cleaning, while taking orders from (and being punished by) my maids. And now here was Rubina, after having stripped me naked and spanked me and slapped me, holding me derogatively by the ear, twisting it, and leading me to my other maid's room for further punishments.
Rubina knocked on Rashida's door, all the time twisting my ear. I was squirming all over the place as she would pinch the ear really hard. Tough to imagine but that diminutive maid was a strong person.
"Enter."
Rashida was seated, relaxing on her bed, with a book across her lap. She put down the book and looked at us as we entered her room. Rubina entered the room first, and then me, pulled along by my ear. Rashida sighed.
"Baba," Her voice was calm, yet I detected an undertone of sadness. It was as if she was just as disappointed that I hadn't reported to her on time, as I was petrified of her anger. "I was just about to head off for a relaxing night. Despite all your mistakes today, on the whole you were a good slave. I was planning to not punish you at all and just go to bed. All you had to do was just report to me on time."
To say Rashida was not happy would have been an understatement.
"I am sorry, bua." I started to blubber. "I swear I was just about to shut the TV off, the second half of the match ..."
""SHUT UP!" Rashida's eyes shone in fury, "Not only do you forget to report in time, now you try to lie about it and give me some pathetic excuse!"
Rashida carried a heavy chair to the center of the room. I swallowed. I felt myself perspiring.
"Bua, please forgive me. Please!" I started to whimper and beg Rashida. "Please have mercy on me. Please! I swear to you I will never, ever, EVER, do this again. I will always report to you on time. Please bua."
Rashida stood behind the chair and then looked at Rubina.
"Bua, please don't punish me hard. Please, I beg you I will be a good slave girl."
"Rubina," Rashida commanded, as I continued to plead for mercy. "Let go of his ear. Good. OK, now leave. I will handle him from here on."
If Rubina was surprised at this rather abrupt dismissal, she didn't show it. The most I got from her was a small gasp, and then she immediately let go of my now beetroot red ear. Turning around on her heels sharply, she exited the room. No one in this house disobeyed Rashida.
Rashida followed her and then shut the door behind her. She then turned to me.
"What do I do with you, baba?"
"Please, please, bua, amake maaf koro (please forgive me). I am so sorry. You see, I don't know why I forgot. Please, I will never do this again." I was blubbering.
"Well, if I don't punish you, baba, then how will you learn?"
It was utterly humbling. My family pays two maids to do the work of the house. Yet today, I had done most of the cleaning, while taking orders from (and being punished by) my maids. And now here was Rubina, after having stripped me naked and spanked me and slapped me, holding me derogatively by the ear, twisting it, and leading me to my other maid's room for further punishments.
Rubina knocked on Rashida's door, all the time twisting my ear. I was squirming all over the place as she would pinch the ear really hard. Tough to imagine but that diminutive maid was a strong person.
"Enter."
Rashida was seated, relaxing on her bed, with a book across her lap. She put down the book and looked at us as we entered her room. Rubina entered the room first, and then me, pulled along by my ear. Rashida sighed.
"Baba," Her voice was calm, yet I detected an undertone of sadness. It was as if she was just as disappointed that I hadn't reported to her on time, as I was petrified of her anger. "I was just about to head off for a relaxing night. Despite all your mistakes today, on the whole you were a good slave. I was planning to not punish you at all and just go to bed. All you had to do was just report to me on time."
To say Rashida was not happy would have been an understatement.
"I am sorry, bua." I started to blubber. "I swear I was just about to shut the TV off, the second half of the match ..."
""SHUT UP!" Rashida's eyes shone in fury, "Not only do you forget to report in time, now you try to lie about it and give me some pathetic excuse!"
Rashida carried a heavy chair to the center of the room. I swallowed. I felt myself perspiring.
"Bua, please forgive me. Please!" I started to whimper and beg Rashida. "Please have mercy on me. Please! I swear to you I will never, ever, EVER, do this again. I will always report to you on time. Please bua."
Rashida stood behind the chair and then looked at Rubina.
"Bua, please don't punish me hard. Please, I beg you I will be a good slave girl."
"Rubina," Rashida commanded, as I continued to plead for mercy. "Let go of his ear. Good. OK, now leave. I will handle him from here on."
If Rubina was surprised at this rather abrupt dismissal, she didn't show it. The most I got from her was a small gasp, and then she immediately let go of my now beetroot red ear. Turning around on her heels sharply, she exited the room. No one in this house disobeyed Rashida.
Rashida followed her and then shut the door behind her. She then turned to me.
"What do I do with you, baba?"
"Please, please, bua, amake maaf koro (please forgive me). I am so sorry. You see, I don't know why I forgot. Please, I will never do this again." I was blubbering.
"Well, if I don't punish you, baba, then how will you learn?"
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