21-03-2019, 12:40 PM
Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 11
My younger maid has me all to herself for her fun and enjoyment -- Tarek
I would like to thank Ms. AT Khan for discussing some scene ideas with me. - Tarek
*****
It was 10.20 pm, Monday night. I was seated at the main dining table downstairs, studying. For some reason, I wasn't in my room, but felt it would be easier to study at the big table with books all over the giant table. It was unusually cold for November in India, so I remember wearing a cardigan over my T-shirt. As I glanced at my watch, I felt a soft presence behind me.
"Studying, baba?" It was the gentle voice of Rubina, the younger maidservant in my house. Her hand found my left ear and gently tugged at it.
"Er ... yes, choto bua." I replied.
I was also a bit puzzled. Should I stand up to show my respect to my younger maid? I was going to her room anyways at 10.30 pm. And here she was, her hands slowly but firmly twisting my ear.
"Good." She said, pulling my ear. "It's nice to see you studying for once, and not trying to watch a porno movie late in the night, and do your disgusting masturbating that Rashida apa caught you doing long time ago."
"Er ... yes, choto bua." I answered, even as she painfully twisted my ear. I was sure my ear was already starting to go red by now as my maid servant pinched my earlobe.
"Stand up, Tarek." Rubina ordered. "That should come naturally to you by now."
"I am sorry, choto bua. I will stand up at once."
Immediately I pushed my chair back and clumsily stood up. I was tall, almost six feet, and Rubina was quite a few inches shorter than me. Yet her hand was reaching up and she was twisting my ear. I felt like an errant collegeboy being punished by his beautiful teacher. Even though I was in my house, and the lady punishing me was in reality my maid servant. A poor girl from a poor family who worked in our house as a mere domestic help. A girl who was younger than me in age, shorter than me in height and lower than me in social standing, and yet here she was, her dainty fingers pinching my earlobe with impunity.
"Baba." She laughed slightly. "Didn't I say I wanted you to call me something affectionate in addition to 'choto bua'?"
Rubina had been aware of her growing beauty. Her youth was now blossoming, her breasts were beginning to bud nicely, and she was aware of the animal lust she evoked in men around her, especially me. So recently every time she punished me, she made fun of my attraction to her by asking me to call her not only with respect, but also with affection. An affection that she assured me was not mutual.
"Er ... of course, my ... shundor choto bua. My beautiful choto bua." I stammered. "I am sorry, my dear choto bua. My priyo choto bua."
"Hmm." Rubina continued to twist my ear and give me a proper kaan dola. "Tarek! My dear baba. Ready to go to my room and get your big buttocks -- your big pasa -- properly spanked?"
"Yes, my beloved choto bua." I replied.
"Well." Rubina laughed again. "We all know it's really Rashida apa -- the senior maid of this house -- that's your beloved bua, but I will let it pass, since she is not here."
"Er ... thank you, my sexy choto bua."
"Tell me what we are going to do now, Tarek."
"Er ... yes, choto bua. You are now going to spank my pasa."
"Your BIG pasa."
"Er ... yes, choto bua."
Rubina let go of my now very red and stinging left ear, and then ordered me to turn around and face her. I acquiesced.
She was wearing a blue sari that clung tightly to her young, shapely figure. Her beauty was flowering now, and her blouse failed to properly hide her ripe melons, nor did her sari completely cover her dainty waist and the succulent navel. Whenever she turned around I was conscious of her firm, athletic, bodacious buttocks. Unlike Rashida, who was plump and had lots of meat everywhere on her, Rubina was slim, slender, and had a sashaying figure that made men ooze with lust after her. Men like me.
My younger maid has me all to herself for her fun and enjoyment -- Tarek
I would like to thank Ms. AT Khan for discussing some scene ideas with me. - Tarek
*****
It was 10.20 pm, Monday night. I was seated at the main dining table downstairs, studying. For some reason, I wasn't in my room, but felt it would be easier to study at the big table with books all over the giant table. It was unusually cold for November in India, so I remember wearing a cardigan over my T-shirt. As I glanced at my watch, I felt a soft presence behind me.
"Studying, baba?" It was the gentle voice of Rubina, the younger maidservant in my house. Her hand found my left ear and gently tugged at it.
"Er ... yes, choto bua." I replied.
I was also a bit puzzled. Should I stand up to show my respect to my younger maid? I was going to her room anyways at 10.30 pm. And here she was, her hands slowly but firmly twisting my ear.
"Good." She said, pulling my ear. "It's nice to see you studying for once, and not trying to watch a porno movie late in the night, and do your disgusting masturbating that Rashida apa caught you doing long time ago."
"Er ... yes, choto bua." I answered, even as she painfully twisted my ear. I was sure my ear was already starting to go red by now as my maid servant pinched my earlobe.
"Stand up, Tarek." Rubina ordered. "That should come naturally to you by now."
"I am sorry, choto bua. I will stand up at once."
Immediately I pushed my chair back and clumsily stood up. I was tall, almost six feet, and Rubina was quite a few inches shorter than me. Yet her hand was reaching up and she was twisting my ear. I felt like an errant collegeboy being punished by his beautiful teacher. Even though I was in my house, and the lady punishing me was in reality my maid servant. A poor girl from a poor family who worked in our house as a mere domestic help. A girl who was younger than me in age, shorter than me in height and lower than me in social standing, and yet here she was, her dainty fingers pinching my earlobe with impunity.
"Baba." She laughed slightly. "Didn't I say I wanted you to call me something affectionate in addition to 'choto bua'?"
Rubina had been aware of her growing beauty. Her youth was now blossoming, her breasts were beginning to bud nicely, and she was aware of the animal lust she evoked in men around her, especially me. So recently every time she punished me, she made fun of my attraction to her by asking me to call her not only with respect, but also with affection. An affection that she assured me was not mutual.
"Er ... of course, my ... shundor choto bua. My beautiful choto bua." I stammered. "I am sorry, my dear choto bua. My priyo choto bua."
"Hmm." Rubina continued to twist my ear and give me a proper kaan dola. "Tarek! My dear baba. Ready to go to my room and get your big buttocks -- your big pasa -- properly spanked?"
"Yes, my beloved choto bua." I replied.
"Well." Rubina laughed again. "We all know it's really Rashida apa -- the senior maid of this house -- that's your beloved bua, but I will let it pass, since she is not here."
"Er ... thank you, my sexy choto bua."
"Tell me what we are going to do now, Tarek."
"Er ... yes, choto bua. You are now going to spank my pasa."
"Your BIG pasa."
"Er ... yes, choto bua."
Rubina let go of my now very red and stinging left ear, and then ordered me to turn around and face her. I acquiesced.
She was wearing a blue sari that clung tightly to her young, shapely figure. Her beauty was flowering now, and her blouse failed to properly hide her ripe melons, nor did her sari completely cover her dainty waist and the succulent navel. Whenever she turned around I was conscious of her firm, athletic, bodacious buttocks. Unlike Rashida, who was plump and had lots of meat everywhere on her, Rubina was slim, slender, and had a sashaying figure that made men ooze with lust after her. Men like me.
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