"OK. I am going to give you four more to make it an even forty four. I was going to spank you far longer, but I decided to have some mercy on you. What do you say?"
There was only one right answer.
"Thank you so much, my dear
bua
." I mouthed. "You are my mistress, my
bua
, so it is your right to punish me as you wish,
bua
. I am happy though, my dear
bua
, that you decided to show some mercy and forgive me, my beautiful and lovely
bua
."
Rashida didn't usually pay much attention to any flattery, but this time I noticed a smile on the corner of her lips as she raised her hand again.
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
The final four hits were the hardest, and my already stinging buttocks were on fire.
"Alright." Rashida patted my butt. "Stand up. Here ... no, stand by my side, you idiot! Hands to your side."
"Yes,
bua
."
I stood to Rashida's side as her hands slowly made their way to my testicles.
"You are going to graduate soon, baba." Rashida told me, starting to rub my balls. "Have you thought of what you want to do after?"
"Not really,
bua
." I told her, getting hard, as she continued to play with my scrotum. "I know I have to look after the family business. That's what my family would want."
"Yes." Rashida's hand went from the balls to my rapidly hardening penis. "I think your father wants to send you to Delhi to manage the new branches of the shop there."
"Er ... yes,
bua
." Rashida was rubbing me hard, and I was slowly approaching a point of no return.
"You should go to Delhi." Rashida told me. "And your mother will want to send a maid to take care of you. You should ask for me to go with you, rather than Rubina. Since Rubina is a young girl and I am the older lady, she is more likely to send me anyways. Besides, if Rubina gets married soon, she won't be living here anymore."
"Of course, of course,
bua
. I will ask Mummy to bring you with me. I would love to have you with me in Delhi."
"You sure would." Rashida increased the pace of her stroking. "You and me ... all alone to ourselves in Delhi ... all the time! What's not to love! I will be spanking you every chance I get!"
I couldn't hold it any more. It was just too much. The thought of living alone with Rashida just put me over the edge. I erupted like a volcano, my cum gushing everywhere.
* * *
I stood in front of the mirror in my room, arching my back to glance at my buttocks.
They were bright crimson red, of course. There were loud red lines where Rashida's big hand had repeatedly met my derriere, and some light bruising. My whole ass was still on fire, stinging, even after I had applied a cooling cream on it. Rashida's spanking had been very thorough.
It's been five years now since my maid servant had started to spank me, I reflected. Five years ago when she had caught me masturbating, and then punished me for it. And started making me her "bottom". Over these five years, I had submitted to my mistress in many different ways, some more depraved and disgracing than others. I was literally her slave, to be used by her as she willed, and her slightest wish was my command.
Sometimes I wondered how it was possible that I had kept this secret from my parents in the last five years. Yes, they went to bed early like clockwork and yes, they both had times where they were away at conferences, but the maids had also started to become pretty brazen and bold in their domination of me.
Rubina would sometimes come to my room during the day time, lock the door, strip me naked and proceed to punish me, slapping and spanking me until I was a slobbering mess and my ass was on fire. She had a special fetish for slapping me, and my cheeks would have red streaks when she was done. Yet no one seemed to notice.
Rashida was more circumspect. She punished me when I did something wrong, and her punishment almost always fit the crime. Like the one I just had right now.
OF COURSE I was guilty! I had seen Farida in the narrow hall, and immediately I gave in to my temptation. I stroked my penis and made myself hard, and then brushed past her in the hallway, poking her in the back with my dick and rubbing myself, albeit briefly, against her buttocks. Only after I had done it did I realize that I might be in deep trouble with Rashida.
Rashida took those infractions very seriously. There was a small circle of her friends where she made it known the exact relation she had with me, the son of her employer. Farida -- the maid servant in the house next to ours. Shabina, the vegetable lady who delivered fresh produce from the market. Zarine, a young lady, a friend of Rubina's, and the daughter of the owner of a small stall down the street. Lamia, an associate of Rashida's from her village. Ruksana, another vendor down the street.
All these lower class women knew fully well that I, the scion of a wealthy and powerful family, was in reality the slave boy of my own maid servants in my own house. And that these maid servants, whenever they wished, would just strip me nude and do what they wanted to with me. I was to treat them just like I treat Rashida and Rubina. So when I had misbehaved with Farida, I knew I was in for a proper punishment.
* * *
The next morning, I woke up around ten. My buttocks were still a little sore from the previous night's spanking, but thankfully Rashida had stopped spanking me once I had wished her on her birthday. I went to the washroom and did my thing. Afterwards I dressed in pajamas and a T-shirt and went down to the kitchen from breakfast.
I overheard my mother talking to Rashida in the kitchen, while Rubina was also there, busy chopping something, so I stopped outside the door and listened in.
"Rashida, today it's your birthday." My mother told the maid. "Feel free to take the afternoon and evening off. Rubina will be here to do the work."
"Thank you so much,
memsaab
." I heard Rashida say. Was it my imagination or was there a note of sadness in her voice? Rashida continued, "If it's OK with you I would rather stay home today and work,
memsaab
. I have no plans."
"Ah ... I see ... of course."
My mother, like a typical Indian lady, did not care too much about her servant's birthday beyond the usual pleasantries. She had wished her and offered her half a day off, and that was enough. Mom probably had given her a little
baksheesh
-- some cash tip -- as present as well.
"Rashida. Rubina." I heard my mother call out to the two maids. "I am going to the study to work on some proposals for this new initiative our NGO is going to support. Make sure I am not disturbed, and bring me tea in an hour."
"Yes,
memsaab
." The two servants dutifully replied.
I waited, and saw my mother walk out of the kitchen and head towards the stairs, her back to me. She looked regal, as always, dressed impeccably in a chiffon saree and looking every bit the business woman she was. I heard her walk up the stairs and soon the door to the study was shut.
For some reason I didn't go in immediately, but decided to peek into the kitchen, keeping myself out of sight.
Rubina had a whole pile of vegetables she was washing, peeling and chopping before putting into Tupperware. Rashida was cleaning dishes before going to mop the floor. There was an air of melancholy in her, a tinge of sadness that seemed to be emanating from her. For some strange reason she was feeling quite down in the dumps, despite it being her birthday.
In the pocket of my pajamas was Rashida's birthday gift. Surely that should cheer her up?
"So,
apa
, you are not going to take the day off?" Rubina suddenly asked. "After all, it's your birthday. I can handle the extra work."
"No, I would rather stay and work." Rashida said. "I don't have any place to visit. Or any
one
."
"Hmm." Rubina wanted to say something, but then stopped. She resumed cutting her vegetables.
"So your marriage is almost fixed!" Rashida commented. "It's good to know, Rubina."
This was news to me! I knew my mother was trying to arrange Rubina's wedding, and had even looked at a few matches, but I didn't realize it was a done deal already!
"Yes." I actually saw Rubina blush. "
Memsaab
's been very kind. She has told me she plans to give Sajid a little nice sum of money so he can set up his own shop."
So the name of the groom-to-be was Sajid! I wondered what he did and how he met Rubina.
"Well it's a good thing
memsaab
was impressed by Sajid." Rashida remarked. "I knew she wanted you to marry that guard ... what's his name ... Wasim."
"I know." Rubina reminisced. "Wasim was good ... handsome ... tall ... but he had no ambition! He would be a guard forever! Sajid has studied till 9
th
standard ... and he knows a lot about cars. He works in that garage for 5 years now. With a little help from
memsaab
, I am sure he can open his own car repair shop."
"I agreed." Rashida nodded. "And I told
memsaab
she should go with Sajib as well. She listened to me."
Not for the first time I realized the enormous influence Rashida had on our family. I knew for a while she had my mother's ear, and Mummy would actually listen to Rashida's advise on many things, even including her own job.
For some time there was silence as the maids carried on their work.
"So do you know when the wedding is?" Rashida asked.
"
Memsaab
didn't say." Rubina answered. "Although I think she wants me married off as soon as possible. After all, I am a young girl ... and
memsaab THINKS
she has a young virile playboy stud son at home ..."
At this, both the maid servants burst out laughing. I felt mortified. They were making fun of me behind my back. I mean, they would insult me to my face as well, but it was sort of humiliating to think they didn't rate me as a virile young man.
"Well ... I hope this Sajid of yours is virile enough." Rashida teased the younger maid. "After all, you have plenty of experience in that area! With you fucking the gardener next door, fucking that guard in the wedding hall down the street, fucking the ..."
"Oh,
apa
!" Rubina blushed again. "Please don't shame me. Besides, I happen to know Sajid has a nice, long and beautiful cock!"
Rashida's eyes widened, and Rubina giggled.
"Don't ask how I ... er ...
fucking
know!"
I decided I didn't want to hear any more about this Sajid, and so with a grunt, walked into the kitchen.
Both the maid servants greeted me with a snort and a nod.
"Well, speaking of dicks ..." Rubina muttered dismissively in my direction. "Look who's here,
apa
."
Rashida turned to face me. Was it my imagination, or did she suddenly look a bit stern?
"You can sit at the dining table,
baba
." Rashida told me curtly. "I will have your breakfast shortly, but first we have to discuss something."
"Yes,
bua
." I replied, puzzled. What was there to discuss? I continued, "I also have something to give you,
bua
."
"Sit down first, Tarek." Rashida ordered.
I sat down, chastised by Rashida's cold rebuke. What was going on? Rashida came and stood next to me. Rubina continued to chop some vegetables but watched the scene out of the corner of her eyes. She had a sly grin on her lips.
I felt Rashida's fingers on my ear, and then felt my earlobe being pinched harshly between her forefinger and thumb. I felt my face starting to flush and go red.
"We heard a complaint about you from Zarine. She told us this morning." Rashida told me, twisting my ear. I blushed as Rashida continued to give me a
kaandola
(ear twist).
Zarine, as I had said, was the daughter of the
paanwala
who had a small stall down the street. She also worked as a part time maid on one of the houses down the street. Two days ago Rashida had sent me to fetch some items -- a bag of sugar and some apples -- from the stall. Zarine had been manning (or is it womanning) the store and I decided to flirt a little with her, despite the fact that she had seen me multiple times in the nude, and had punished me along with Rubina a few times. I had told her that she had eyes as beautiful as Moonmoon Sen, the famed Bengali actress.
Rashida gave my ear another sharp tug.
"You do not try and 'flirt' with our friends." My maid servant told me. "You are my slave, and therefore you are
their
slave. And slaves are to be seen and not heard, do you understand?"
"Er ... yes,
bua
. I am very sorry,
bua
."
"I will punish you properly now, before your breakfast." Rashida told me. She then dropped her hands from my ear and asked me, "Now what did
you
have for me?"
I had almost forgotten that I had a gift for her. So dominantly had she caught hold of my ear and scolded me while twisting my ear that I had been lost in my deference to her. I was still feeling extremely ashamed from her reprimanding, and felt very submissive towards her.
I got up to face my maid servant, and then much to Rashida's surprise, I went down on my knees. Kneeling in front of her, I told her, "
Bua
. I have a small birthday gift for you. I hope you do me the honour of accepting it, my mistress."
