Hello. It's been a while.
A few changes had happened in our house from the last story. For one, my younger maid, the comely lass Rubina, was now married, and gone from our household. It's been almost three weeks since her wedding and departure. Yes, I still have to tell her story, but that will have to wait. For now, we have a new, even younger, maid to take Rubina's place.
The beautiful, innocent, sweet Zarine.
You remember her? Yes... the same one from
that
party. The daughter of the stall owner. She did use to work as a part time maid at another place, but now is working for us. Full time. She is taking over Rubina's position. Actually,
has
taken over. So, back to my story.
It was now 10.20 p.m. on a Monday night.
I stood just outside Rashida's room. Her door was slightly open and ajar, not fully shut. The hallway was dark, but Rashida had her room's lights on, leading to an eerie glow being cast out in the hallway from her room. Everyone else in our household, of course, was fast asleep in their beds. The whole house was very quiet, which made the voices coming from Rashida's room extra amplified.
I paused just outside the door and tried to listen in. Rashida was talking to someone -- most likely Zarine. Yes! The new, younger maid was already inside Rashida's room. Both were up, and ready, for my Monday night punishment. This was going to be the new maid Zarine's first time as a full time maid punishing me. Oh, if I didn't mention it, Zarine had just started working here two days ago.
"Remember Zarine," Rashida was saying. "Now that you are starting as a full time maid in this house, you will be taking on ALL of Rubina's previous duties."
"Yes,
apa
."
Ah, Rubina. For a second, I thought about the young, comely, shapely girl, the younger maid servant, working with us for a long time, now married and gone. Her shapely ass. Her beautiful perky boobs. And her hand that was fast and hard when slapping me. Or the sting I felt on my buttocks when she was spanking me.
She is now married to her boyfriend Sajid, and the young groom had plans to open his own mechanic's shop in the area. I remember wishing them both well on their wedding day.
Zarine, the young 19-year-old daughter of a small
paanwala
who had a stall down the street, was now Rubina's replacement. It was Rashida who had suggested her name to my mother, and as you know, my mother usually listens to Rashida's advice.
"Not only will you be doing cleaning of all the washrooms, mopping of the floors in the morning, etc.," Rashida continued her instructions to Zarine in her stern voice, "But also the kitchen duties Rubina used to do -- chopping the vegetables, making sure the inventory is stocked, taking care of the medicines, and so on. In addition... you also have... her...
other
duty."
"You mean...?" Zarine's young, diminutive, shy, voice was hesitant. "About Tarek..."
"Yes, I mean disciplining Tarek. Punishing him for any transgressions." Rashida clarified. "It is primary my responsibility, but as you know, Rubina also helped me from time to time. From now on, you will be Tarek's second owner -- the second mistress, the second lady in this house he has to secretly obey and serve."
"
Apa
." Zarine had a question. "You know I... participated in those fun games with Rubina and you... and Tarek
bhaia
. But regular discipline?
Bhaia
is so much older to me!"
She had used the term "
bhaia
", or brother, that Bengalis used to refer to someone older, out of respect. Rashida immediately began annoyed.
"From now on," Rashida admonished her, "You will NOT call him
bhaia
as a sign of respect. You can call him by his name, or by
baba
if you like.
Bhaia
gives too much respect to him. In front of others, you can use
baba
. Alone, you can address him by name. Tarek. Or his full name -- Tarek Zia."
"Yes,
apa
. I will try,
apa
."
"Don't say try." Rashida was a little irritated. "Remember, even though we are the maids in this house,
baba
has accepted that he is
our
slave. That means he serves US. He respects US. You can start calling him by his name -- certainly NOT
bhaia
!"
"Yes,
apa
. Sorry,
apa
. I will try,
apa
."
"When you were hired, I made it very clear to you." Rashida reminded her. "And you accepted that duty. I take that role very seriously. You will, also."
"Yes,
apa
. I am sorry,
apa
. I will try,
apa
."
"Now, he will be here soon."
I heard a soft chime somewhere in the house. It was 10.30 pm., and a Monday night. It was time. I walked up to the door, and knocked softly. As I had been for five years.
"May I enter,
bua
?" I asked respectfully.
"Yes, Tarek. Come on in." Rashida's voice was cold, and commanding.
I pushed the door open and walked into the door. Turning, I closed the door, and then turned again to face the maids.
"
Bua
." I respectfully nodded towards Rashida.
"
Choto bua
." I acknowledged Zarina. Since she was now here in place of Rubina, on a permanent basis, I used the title I had used previously for Rubina, which was "
choto bua
".
Rashida, as usual, looked regal. She was chubby, and grown slightly more so during the wedding festivities. He breasts seemed to have grown even bigger -- perhaps a whole size -- if that were possible. Her blouse, which always seemed a size small, desperately tried to contain her super giant melons. They were jiggling, thrusting... bursting to get out. And of course! The way she wore her sari, it displayed her ample bosom, and her bare waist and big tummy, with her navel featuring prominently. I wondered sometimes why my mother didn't say anything to Rashida about the way she dressed -- with everything out there. Bu then, since she was the older maid, I guess my mother didn't pay much attention to her.
Right now, she partially had her back to me.
When I looked at Rashida's behind, seeing her big massive buttocks, I could see the
sari
cling to her giant butt cheeks, going deep into the cleft. As she turned to face me, with her puffy, rosy cheeks and her stern eyes, she was very much the matronly South Asian woman, and had that raw sexuality of an older mature lady in her. Whenever I looked at Rashida, I just wanted to throw myself down and kiss her feet and submit to her, which eventually was what I was here to do, and let her have her way with me. I loved her. I could do anything for her. She owned me.
Zarine was the fresh face. She was young, very young -- 19 years or so. She was skinny, and was just growing into becoming a young woman. Her bosom was quite small. Let alone Rashida's giant melons, Zarine was small even compared to Rubina. Even Zarine's ass wasn't that prominent, but she did have a very sassy look to her. The way she tied her sari at her waist, or the way she carried herself. Right now she was curious, and had a shy but confident look in her eyes. She knew I was here to serve them -- and be their slave -- and she was slowly getting used to it.
I walked to the corner of the room and stood beside the dresser. As trained by half a decade of servitude to Rashida, it was all now second nature to me. I reached up and started to take off my clothes. First came off the T-shirt. Then, without any hesitation, I bent and took off my pajamas. I heard a deep intake of breath from Zarine as I became completely nude. If rumours were to be believed, Zarine was really a virgin, despite her boasts, and mine was the only nude male body she had seen.
I folded my clothes neatly and put it on the dresser. There I was, standing completely buck naked, facing the corner, with my back to the ladies. The marks of the harsh spanking I had received this morning from Rashida were still present on my buttocks, now visible to the younger Zarine if she was looking.
For some time there was no noise. This was all new to Zarine, so I am guessing she was observing me. Perhaps a little nervous, or perhaps a little anxious. After all, while she had punished me before, or seen me in the nude, it was always under Rubina or Rashida's supervision, as part of some fun party games. Now here I was, naked and ready, at her service, so as to speak.
"So he just comes here, every Monday and Thursday, like this?" She finally asked the older maid. "And goes to the corner, shamelessly strips and stands like that,
nangta
(naked)?"
The ladies were talking about me as if I wasn't even there!
"Yes." Rashida replied. "For the last half a decade. Even though, right now as you know, it's his final exam times. I usually have mercy on him during this time, and excuse him, but
baba
still has to show up and ask to be forgiven."
"Why does he strip naked,
apa
?" Zarine asked. "Can we not punish him... without seeing his... er...
thingie
? It's disgusting. Not to mention -- small!"
I felt mortified as Zarine talked in that tone about me as if I was something she felt grossed out by.
"I need him naked, because only that way I know he is presenting himself completely to me -- to us, vulnerable and at our mercy." Rashida answered. "Only this way can he be totally submissive to me -- I mean, to us. He is the son of the master of the house, and we are the maids. And yet, here he is, naked, while we remain clothed and dominant."
Yes, Rashida had her own kinks, as I very well knew by now.
Zarine asked about my parents.
"Don't they wake up?"
Rashida laughed.
"No. On weeknights, his parents regularly go to bed early, like clockwork." She answered. "Besides, this is our area -- the servants' quarters. In the last fifteen years I never had Tarek's mother or father come into this part of the house. Ever."
"Wow."
What Zarine did not know at that time, and I wasn't going to tell her immediately, was that there had been nights when Rashida had caught hold of my by the ear, and dragged me, by the ear, through the whole house, from my room to her room, and no one had seen it. My parents really did go to bed early. Sometimes Rashida had even stripped me in MY room, spanked me, and then hauled me by the ear to her room, spanked me again, and then sent me off to walk back, buck naked, back to my room. Again, after 9 pm, this house was dead.
I certainly wasn't going to tell Zarine that on my own lest she got similar ideas.
"Why do you spank him regularly like every Monday and Thursday,
apa
?" Zarine asked. "Why not spank him whenever he does something naughty?"
She then giggled.
"Which, I think, would be often. Then we get to spank him more."
So Zarine liked the idea of spanking me!
