My love for Rashida leads her to punish me thoroughly - Tarek
I know I haven't written much over the last few months. When this journey started, I wanted to write my story about my maids as a type of personal therapy. It was a creative outlet that let me recount those beautiful times and feel some closure, especially about how it would end. Yet, as I draw near the final few chapters, those incidents are tough to recount. There are memories and feelings that I had long ago buried. Such as my tryst with Rubina, and that terrible aftermath, which I had mentioned in the last episode. Yet, I must tell all if I am to achieve the closure. Before I begin this story, let me set the timeline and the context. If only so I can steady myself.
It was May of my final year as an undergrad. My final exam marks had just come in, and I had done extremely well. Remember when Rashida and Rubina had spanked me all night after I had some bad grades? Well, that must have worked.
Convocation was in June, and I was ecstatic. I was soon going to graduate with a degree in business administration, and I was ready to take over my parents' businesses in Delhi. A business that was going through some tough times, yet my father was hopeful me being there in Delhi in person could help save it. I really wanted to study further, but you must help out family. That was the plan.
It was all decided, and I was looking forward to the summer. In June, after my graduation ceremony, I would travel with my maid Rashida to her village, and stay there for some time, living with Rashida, her mother, and her sister. It took a LOT of planning and deceit to convince my family that not only would I go and stay in a village for some time, but that too Rashida's village, and in her mother's house.
The excuse that I gave to my own family was that I wanted to see and understand village life, to better understand how to start marketing the goods that we have, to a lower economic class. Rashida then 'helpfully' suggested that since I was looking for a typical Indian village, I go with her to her mother's house in her own village. My own mother finally agreed, knowing our family maid Rashida would be there to "look after me". Apparently, my mother thought I, a university business graduate, couldn't live alone in a village for a few weeks without a maid servant to 'look after me'!
So it was decided that I would stay there, in Rashida's mother's house, for a few weeks, before returning home, and then travelling to Delhi in August. Rashida herself was travelling in two weeks to visit her mother for a short time, before coming back to be with us in Calcutta. She would then return to her village with me in end of June. Then in August, when I moved to Delhi, she accompany me there as well. The Delhi apartment was still to be booked, however. My mother was quite pleased that Rashida would also be with me in Delhi to "take care of me".
I cannot tell you how many times I had cum (with my dearest Rashida's permission, of course) to the thought of living alone, 24/7, in my own apartment, in a new city, with my beautiful, beloved, buxom maid Rashida to "look after me" and "take care of me".
Those were my plans for the summer, and roughly this is how events transpired over the next few days. I will write about each event in as much detail as I can remember. It's also because if you must get to the end, you have to understand my feelings each step of the way.
One final point. Those of you who may not be familiar with how submission works, or how besotted a slave can become of his mistress, will never understand my feelings. You will wonder why I would tolerate being repeatedly spanked, slapped, caned, urinated upon, humiliated and punished by two "lower class" women - my maids. But then, you have not understood my story. It is a story of my love, for my love.
Rashida. I loved that woman, and it was becoming an obsession. A fixation for which I would end up being thoroughly punished.
Now, back to my story.
* * *
The hot air of the humid night hit my face as the yellow Ambassador taxi we were riding in stopped at a light. The car window was fully rolled down, as there was no air conditioning on this old taxi. The mugginess of the May night was apparent. I was dressed in very light trousers and a cotton shirt, and yet I felt hot. Sweaty.
I glanced to my right.
Rashida, my vivacious maid servant, was dressed in a black
burkha
. Her face was showing though, so it wasn't the completely covering cloth - the
niqab
- that some Muslim women in the city wore. And underneath, I knew she was dressed in a bright yellow sari. I knew because an hour ago I had helped my lovely maid get dressed in that sari.
"
Bua
." I whispered, as the car started again. "I am nervous. What if we meet someone I know?"
Rashida's reply was swift. She suddenly reached out, grabbed my right ear with her left hand and twisted. Her fingers powerfully pinched my ear lobe and gave me a sharp pull by the ear, before she gave it another painful twist. When she was done, I had a stinging right ear. It was dark in the taxi's back row, but I felt myself blushing a bright red.
"I told you,
baba
." Rashida replied with a slight smile, gently stroking me on the thigh, "These parties have a coordinator and I have talked with her. There is no one on the list - or I should say there is no
guy
on the list - that you know."
No
guy
on the list. I would recall that phrase later.
My ears still smarting, I mumbled a thanks. I saw a soft grin on Rashida's lips. Her hand, which was on my thigh, slowly crept up until she was palming my crotch area. She continued to stroke me, and even through the material of my pants, I felt myself getting harder.
"
Baba
." Rashida asked. "Did you book my train ticket for me to go visit my mother?"
"
Bua
." I answered. "Not yet. I will do it tomorrow, I promise."
"I have been asking you for some time." Rashida's displeasure was evident in her voice, and I got a sharp, sudden ear pull, once again. "And you keep postponing it. Better do it tomorrow."
"Yes,
bua
. I will,
bua
."
I was used to obeying my maid, and Rashida was used to me carrying out her orders immediately. Even now, in the taxi, the way she had clipped my ear, despite being my maid, and now was rubbing me, demonstrated her total dominance of me. There was no deference paid to my sense of dignity or self-respect. In the back of a taxicab, a ride that I was paying out of pocket for, my maid servant had punished me, and now was stroking over my privates while I sat there helplessly letting her molest me at will. Rashida knew, and I knew, that I was smitten by her, and I would let her do anything to me. I loved her.
I started to think where we were going on this Friday night.
Actually, let's go back twenty-four hours.
It was late last night, a Thursday night, when Rashida had told me of this party, she wanted to take me to. Like any other late Thursday nights, I was in her room.
I was standing next to her, while she was seated on the bed. I was fully naked, of course. Rashida reached out with her hand. She brushed against my balls, before wrapping her fingers around my dick. She stroked my dick a couple of times. As always, the merest touch of my maid Rashida on my body was enough to start arousing me. In fact, even the
mere thought of her
...
Her hands now rested on my balls.
"
Baba
." Rashida asked, gently kneading my testicles. "Why are you here, naked, in my room late in the night, with your balls in my hand?"
It was a rhetorical question, but I knew I needed to answer it. As always.
"
Bua
," I replied. "I am here to submit to you. I am here to be punished and corrected by you."
I love you, my bua
, I silently added.
I love being in service to you, being your slave, and being punished by you
.
When you praise me after a good spanking session, it means the world to me. I will do ANY thing for you.
"
Baba
." Rashida continued to massage my nuts. "I have ordered you never to wear underwear in the house. Can you tell me why?"
I remembered that day very well from years ago. It was the very second time I had been punished by Rashida, when she had caught me peeking at Rubina while she was showering.
Rashida had grabbed my arm and helped push me down on her lap, over her knees. Roughly she grasped my ass cheeks, positioning me till I was centered. She then clutched the waistband of my pants and pulled it down. My underwear soon followed, dropping to my ankles. My bare butt was now high up in the air. Enjoying the sight of my naked bum on her lap at her mercy, Rashida clicked her tongue.
"From now on," Rashida commanded me, "I don't want you to wear underpants around the house, ever! Whenever I want, I should just be able to pull down your pants or pajamas down, and I should be able to see your bare bottom, so that I can spank you."
"Er ... yes,
bua
." I gulped as I recalled that memorable moment. The moment I had surrendered and become her slave. "So that,
bua
, whenever you want, you can just pull my pants down and give me a spanking on my bare ass."
"Good." Rashida stopped stroking my penis and balls, and her hands went behind me. She patted me on my buttocks. My bare buttocks.
"So, this morning," She said, "When I came to wake you up, why were you wearing your pajamas, and underwear underneath?"
"Oh,
bua
." I started to turn red. I wonder how she had known. She must have suspected, and then pulled down my pajamas to check while I had been asleep.
"I ... I was ... very late in returning home last night," I mumbled, "As you know ... from that graduation party. So ... I just took off my pants, and put on my night pajamas, and fell to the bed. I forgot to take off my underwear ... in my tiredness."
"Do you know how I know?" Rashida asked, continuing to caress me on my bottom. I shook my head. I wasn't going to accuse her of pulling down my pajamas!
"You must have been rubbing yourself in your sleep." Rashida announced. "The horny little pervert you are! When I came to your room, your pajama was to your knees, and your underwear was showing. Along with your bare ass. I could see the crack of your
pasa
(butt)."
"Oh. I am really sorry,
