21-03-2019, 12:41 PM
Rubina seemed to agree, thankfully. She then pointed at the corner of the room; I knew the drill.
I undressed, taking off my cardigan and the T-shirt. For a moment I shivered in the cold, but Rubina had switched on a small electric heater in her room and my body adjusted quickly. I folded my T-shirt and cardigan and placed it on a chest of drawers in her room. It was then time to be fully naked.
I stepped out of my pajamas, and then folded that up and placed it with my other clothes. Standing there, fully naked, I faced the corner of the wall, with my back to the rest of the room and of course to Rubina.
There were a few positions that I assumed when standing in the corner. Rubina sometimes wanted me to place me hands on the wall, and press myself against the corner. Other times she wanted my hands clasped behind me back, just above my buttocks, standing when facing the wall. When she said nothing, like today, I simply stood there, hands by my side, my face pressed against the corner.
I stood there for what must have been at least fifteen minutes. I didn't know what Rubina was doing in the meanwhile. I heard her go out of the room, and I heard her use the maids' bathroom, probably to relieve herself. When she came back I heard her rummage in her cupboard for something. Finally I heard her drag a chair across the floor to the centre of the room.
"Baba." She suddenly ordered. "Come here."
"Yes, amar ruposhi choto bua." I answered, and turned around. Bengali wasn't my mother tongue, but I was trying to use whatever words I knew meant beautiful, young, or pretty to describe and address her, as she had instructed. I was hoping those words would make her cane me less, spank me less, slap me less or punish me more mercifully. With Rashida, sweet words didn't have much effect, as she would punish me for what I deserved, and she saw it as her duty to correct me thus. With Rubina, who just liked to punish me for fun, sweet words sometimes lessened the punishments.
Rubina was seated on the chair, one of her legs crossed above the other, looking completely regal and in command. I noticed a small bag on the floor to one side of her. I walked and stood respectfully beside her on the other side, my head bent down looking meekly at the floor.
"Baba." Rubina reached up and gently cupped one of my testicles. "Your balls seem to be full of cum."
She kneaded my ball for a minute and then stroked my dick.
"How long has it been since you have cum, baba?"
"Er ... almost two weeks, choto bua." I told her. It was surreal, standing fully nude in my maid's presence as she examined my scrotum, but such was life now.
"Hmm." Rubina absent mindedly gave me a couple of strokes before looking at my face. "And really, two weeks? That was when you masturbated last, right?"
"Yes, choto bua."
"Pity." Rubina snickered. "That's all you can do. Masturbate. Do you know why, baba? You are an inferior specimen. You are a piss-poor excuse for a man. As a man, you are a complete and utter failure. Do you understand?"
"Yes, choto bua. I am sorry, my pretty choto bua."
"What are you sorry about?" Rubina threw her head back and laughed. Her hands held my penis firmly. "You think that does anything about my opinion of you? Why do you think I punish you so much? I have nothing but contempt for a weak, pitiful, inferior excuse for a man like you. You dream when you are masturbating that you are fucking a woman like me? Hah! You don't deserve to fuck me or ANY other woman. You are a loser. Look at that twig you call a penis!"
My face flushed a bright beetroot red with embarrassment as Rubina continued to mock me.
"So tonight, after I am done with you, you may crawl to your room in shame and masturbate. Masturbate like the loser you are. Remember what I always tell you. Winners fuck. Losers masturbate."
"Er ... thank you, my dear choto bua." I said. Mentally, I was relieved. My balls had been aching for some relief for the last two days. Even as she was taunting me now, Rubina had just given me permission to masturbate and relieve myself tonight.
I undressed, taking off my cardigan and the T-shirt. For a moment I shivered in the cold, but Rubina had switched on a small electric heater in her room and my body adjusted quickly. I folded my T-shirt and cardigan and placed it on a chest of drawers in her room. It was then time to be fully naked.
I stepped out of my pajamas, and then folded that up and placed it with my other clothes. Standing there, fully naked, I faced the corner of the wall, with my back to the rest of the room and of course to Rubina.
There were a few positions that I assumed when standing in the corner. Rubina sometimes wanted me to place me hands on the wall, and press myself against the corner. Other times she wanted my hands clasped behind me back, just above my buttocks, standing when facing the wall. When she said nothing, like today, I simply stood there, hands by my side, my face pressed against the corner.
I stood there for what must have been at least fifteen minutes. I didn't know what Rubina was doing in the meanwhile. I heard her go out of the room, and I heard her use the maids' bathroom, probably to relieve herself. When she came back I heard her rummage in her cupboard for something. Finally I heard her drag a chair across the floor to the centre of the room.
"Baba." She suddenly ordered. "Come here."
"Yes, amar ruposhi choto bua." I answered, and turned around. Bengali wasn't my mother tongue, but I was trying to use whatever words I knew meant beautiful, young, or pretty to describe and address her, as she had instructed. I was hoping those words would make her cane me less, spank me less, slap me less or punish me more mercifully. With Rashida, sweet words didn't have much effect, as she would punish me for what I deserved, and she saw it as her duty to correct me thus. With Rubina, who just liked to punish me for fun, sweet words sometimes lessened the punishments.
Rubina was seated on the chair, one of her legs crossed above the other, looking completely regal and in command. I noticed a small bag on the floor to one side of her. I walked and stood respectfully beside her on the other side, my head bent down looking meekly at the floor.
"Baba." Rubina reached up and gently cupped one of my testicles. "Your balls seem to be full of cum."
She kneaded my ball for a minute and then stroked my dick.
"How long has it been since you have cum, baba?"
"Er ... almost two weeks, choto bua." I told her. It was surreal, standing fully nude in my maid's presence as she examined my scrotum, but such was life now.
"Hmm." Rubina absent mindedly gave me a couple of strokes before looking at my face. "And really, two weeks? That was when you masturbated last, right?"
"Yes, choto bua."
"Pity." Rubina snickered. "That's all you can do. Masturbate. Do you know why, baba? You are an inferior specimen. You are a piss-poor excuse for a man. As a man, you are a complete and utter failure. Do you understand?"
"Yes, choto bua. I am sorry, my pretty choto bua."
"What are you sorry about?" Rubina threw her head back and laughed. Her hands held my penis firmly. "You think that does anything about my opinion of you? Why do you think I punish you so much? I have nothing but contempt for a weak, pitiful, inferior excuse for a man like you. You dream when you are masturbating that you are fucking a woman like me? Hah! You don't deserve to fuck me or ANY other woman. You are a loser. Look at that twig you call a penis!"
My face flushed a bright beetroot red with embarrassment as Rubina continued to mock me.
"So tonight, after I am done with you, you may crawl to your room in shame and masturbate. Masturbate like the loser you are. Remember what I always tell you. Winners fuck. Losers masturbate."
"Er ... thank you, my dear choto bua." I said. Mentally, I was relieved. My balls had been aching for some relief for the last two days. Even as she was taunting me now, Rubina had just given me permission to masturbate and relieve myself tonight.
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