Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 18

Slave to My Indian Maid - Chapter 18

Rashida and her family enjoy me thoroughly in the village (continued) - Tarek

I finally consummate my relationship with Rashida - Tarek

CONTINUED FROM PREVIOUS CHAPTER...

Note: This is the concluding story of this series.

It was a lovely night. I had finally cum after spending fifteen or sixteen days in the village without masturbating. Yes, I had cum on my darling Rashida's legs, instead of in her hallowed cunt, but it was still a release. Moreover, my beloved bua Rashida had also thoroughly enjoyed the process too, and we soon fell asleep.

The next two nights proved similar. After sunset I would visit Nasima and suck her tits until all the milk was out. By now, Farida had gotten comfortable enough to leave us two alone, and Nasima was getting more and more brazen in rubbing herself to an orgasm as I emptied her milk. She was also dropping hints that she would be open to more, but I wasn't interested. I didn't want to lose focus - the only lady I wanted to fuck was Rashida, not Nasima.

After the breastfeeding, I would return and help the ladies - Tamanna and Rashida - prepare and serve dinner. After dinner, I had my list of chores while the ladies would relax. I would clean the kitchen, sweep and mop the floors, and then surface clean the washroom, before taking a quick shower. I would then present myself to Dania and Rashida, kneel on the floor, and ask if they had any more tasks for me. It wasn't lost on anyone that in a strange role reversal, I, the employer of my maid servant Rashida, had willingly become the servant of her family.

Most of the time the ladies would simply have me stand beside them as they read, or talked, or watched TV. I would remain kneeling beside Rashida as she would tousle my hair or sometimes absent mindedly pull and twist my ear as she read her book. Sometimes Rashida would make me lie down on the floor to be her footstool or have me lick and kiss her feet. Other times she would order me to stand up and then pull down my shorts. With me naked and my penis and balls exposed, Rashida would gently knead and play with one of my balls, and then the other, even as she continued to read, while her mother or sister would chuckle or giggle at the sight.

"Here is my damad ji," Rashida's mother would giggle, "Standing naked. While my daughter is playing with his beechi. In front of his saali."

'Damad' meant son-in-law. All the ladies of this family were free to boss me around and humiliate me. Then it would be time for bed.

I would come to the bedroom, and if I wasn't naked already - I would strip. By now Rashida's orders were clear. Inside this room I was to be fully in the nude, all the time. So... every night, once we retired to our bedroom, I would take off all my clothes.

Once fully naked, I would get into bed with Rashida. My maid and I would then talk. We talked on our day, about the various incidents, some village politics, what I did right and what I did wrong. All the time Rashida would be gently stroking my cock. Then she would ask me to kiss her, and we would begin making out. Soon I would strip her naked, and it would end in my licking her pussy to an orgasm, after which she would let me cum between her legs. Not in her pussy, but in between her legs.

For four days I hadn't been seriously punished. Alas my streak was soon going to be over. And what would begin was a period where I was punished almost every day.

* * *

One morning, after all the ladies of the house had once again gone to the market (it seemed to be a weekly thing), I was given some chores. I just finished a few of them and decided to take a break. I knew from experience that no one would be returning for at least a couple of hours. As luck would have it, Rashida had forgotten something and returned. She entered the house just as I had sat down on the couch, completely taking me by surprise.

"What are you doing sitting here, Tarek?" She asked me, her eyes taking in the sink in the kitchen.

"I was just taking a break, bua." I pleaded. "Just a small one! I was working, I swear!"

My maid servant took a glance around.

"Baba, the bed is still not made; the dishes in the kitchen are still in the sink!" She scolded. "You have had an hour! I told you to take a break only ONCE you finish ALL your chores."

"I am sorry, bua, I..."

"Stand up, baba." Rashida had a disappointed tone in her voice. "Looks like you need an incentive to work harder today. Just because I was kind to you last few days doesn't mean you get to slack off."

"Er... you are right, of course, my priyo sexy bua."

"And baba, just because you get to cum on my legs the last few nights, or call me sexy, doesn't mean I will not punish you if you need it." Rashida continued to scold me. "Even in Delhi. Even when you become my husband. I won't hesitate to spank you. Even when we are having sex regularly."

"Yes, my dear bua. I understand."

I knew straight away that I was going to get a proper thrashing. Rashida seemed to be in that sort of mood.

My chubby maid firmly caught hold of my ear and gave it a strong twist. Pulling me up by the ear, she made me stand up from the couch. Rashida then made me bend over, so my back was to her, and I was facing the couch and the wall. Releasing my stinging ear, she took my hands and placed them flat against the wall, just above the back of the couch. I was now bent over, at right angles, my upper body parallel to the floor, hands against the wall, in prime position to get a spanking.

"I know you always try to be a good slave." Rashida told me a little gently. "But when you make mistakes... those warrant a punishment. I hope you realize that just because I love you and care for you... that is why I punish you, Tarek."

"Yes, my dear bua."

SPANK!

I was still my pajamas, but Rashida's strike still stung.

"Ouch!"

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

In a quick move four blows landed on my butt, one after another.

"I am sorry, bua." I mumbled. "One,... er, four... five? Sorry, bua. Thank you, bua! I..."

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Ouch! Sorry. Thank you, bua, for the spank. I am..."

"Start over again, baba." Rashida commanded, breaking my apology.

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"Ooh. One. Thank you, bua. I am sorry, bua."

SPANK!

"Oh my! Two. Thank you, bua. I am sorry..."

SPANK!

"T-t-three! Thank you, bua, for the spank. I am sorry, bua, for being lazy."

And thus, it continued until I had twenty spanks. Then I felt Rashida pull down my pajamas.

"Oh, look, baba! I can see some redness already."

"Er... yes, bua." I grimaced as she squeezed and pinched my tender buttocks.

"Good! You are learning a lesson, baba!"

"Yes, my beloved bua."

"By the time I am done, baba," Rashida warned me, "You will have learnt a very complete lesson indeed."

"I am so sorry, my sexy bua."

"You will not be sitting on that pasa for some time, baba."

"Yes, my dear bua."

Rashida then stripped me completely, and then had me lie down, on my back, on the cold stone floor. Then she raised my legs until all of my legs, from butt down were up in the air, and told me to wrap my arms around my legs to hold them in place. Then she went to fetch the cane.

There I was, naked as the day I was born, lying humiliatingly on the floor on my back, legs up in the air, arms wrapped around my legs at the knees, waiting for my buxom maid servant to come and cane me.

WHIP!

"Ouch! Oh, bua!"

"I did not hear a count, baba."

WHIP!

WHIP!

WHIP!

"Start counting again, baba."

"Y-y-yes, bua!"

WHIP!

"One! Thank you, bua. Please whip me again."

WHIP!

"Two. Thank you, bua. I am sorry, bua, for not doing my chores more promptly. Please cane me again."

WHIP!

"Three. Thank you, bua. Your punishments help make me a better slave. Please cane me again."

Rashida continued to hit me again and again even as I whimpered and abjectly counted each strike and thanked her for it. When I had reached twenty-two the door opened and in walked Tamanna. Her eyes grew wide as she took in the surprising scene, but just for a moment. I was lying naked on the stone floor on my back, legs in up the air and arms wrapped around my legs, getting caned on my butt from my maid.

Tamanna grinned as she watched her sister Rashida cane me a few more times.

"Stand up, baba." Rashida commanded.

"Y-y-yes, bua!" I was blubbering now.

"Tamanna." Rashida spoke to her sister. "This is how you properly discipline a slave. Whether you catch him watching porn or masturbating without your permission or slacking off from household chores, nothing brings home the lesson quicker than a caning."

"Yes, baji."

"And always follow it with a spanking."

"Yes, baji."

"Remember, Tamanna," Rashida reminded her, "You are really not hurting him, but you are helping him. Be strong in your resolve to correct faulty behaviour in your slave."

"Yes, baji."

"Good. Now Tamanna, go sit on the couch. You will help me punish your jeeju."

"Yes, baji."

Rashida then ordered me to go over Tamanna's knees. Obediently I spread myself across Tamanna's legs, my penis burying itself in the folds of her sari between her thighs, my now very red bum on her lap.

"Baba!" Rashida now stood near my head, one hand on my ear, twisting it to and fro. "I am going to ask you a question now, even as you get a kaan dola from me."

"Yes, bua."

"Do you love me?"

There was that strange question again, and for a moment time stood still as I was in shock at the question. Then my penis kicked in and I blurted out, "Yes, my dear bua. Of course, my lovely bua. I love you. I told you before, bua. You are my jaan."

Rashida twisted my ear harder.

"You will do anything for me?"

"Yes, bua. Of course, my sexy bua. You know I would do anything for you, bua."

Rashida's ears were now pulling my ear harshly.

"Even though, baba," She taunted, "You have just been spanked and caned by me, stripped naked, and now you are on my sister's lap, over her knees, ready to be punished again? And you still love me?"

"Er, yes, my beloved bua."

"Good!" Rashida laughed. "It's always good to reinforce one's slave's devotion from time to time. Say, baba, that I am your Queen and my pussy is your princess."

"Er... yes, bua."

So even as I lay on Tamanna's lap, my ass sore from the beating, and my ears being twisted by my maid servant Rashida, I parroted her words.

"You are my queen, bua, and your lovely pussy is my princess."

"I am your mistress and your goddess and you will please me in any way you can, whenever and wherever."

"Yes, bua. You are my mistress and my goddess and I will please you in any way I can, whenever and wherever."

Rashida then let go of my ear and turned to Tamanna.

"Spank him!" She instructed. "Raise your hand and spank your jeeju on his buttocks. Ten strokes."

"Yes, baji." Tamanna grinned. "My dear jeeju, get ready!"

Tamanna wasted no time and raised her hand to strike my bum.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

I whimpered and cried out and squirmed as Tamanna first cupped, then struck hard, at each of my ass cheeks, in turn, until she had hit me ten times.

"Stand up, baba!" Rashida snapped her fingers. I slowly pulled myself up. I dared not rub my hurting bottom as Rashida beckoned me to come and stand close to her, facing her.

SLAP!

"One. Thank you, bua. Please slap me again."

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

It was the final humiliation, as she slapped me, again and again, alternately on each cheek, and I meekly thanked her for the slap and asked for another one. It was a demonstration of her power over me. As her sister Tamanna had once mocked me, most employers fuck their maids. My maid servant was slapping hers. In front of her younger sister, the 'jeeju' was getting slapped.

"Baba!" Rashida then ordered. "I am going out now and will be back in an hour. I want all your chores done when I am back."

"Yes, bua."

"Tamanna, do you want to punish your jeeju?"

"Yes, baji." Tamanna replied confidently. "Can I?"

"Just a little." Rashida cautioned. "He still needs to do his chores. Don't take long."

"Yes, baji."

As Rashida left the room, Tamanna mischievously walked over to face me and blew me a kiss.

"Jeeju," Tamanna ordered, "Can you go over to that chair, please? Good, now bend over the chair, so your tummy is on the back of the chair, and your hands on the seat of the chair, please. I am sure you know the position by now, jeeju."

"Yes, apu." I complied.

"Have you ever been spanked with a coat hanger before, jeeju?"

"Er... sometimes, apu. Not often."

"Good. Because here is a coat hanger, and I intend to use it on your pasa, right now, jeeju."

"Er..." I gulped. "Ok, apu. Please be gentle. Your jeeju's pasa has already been punished."

"What, no objections?" Tamanna laughed in mock surprise. "You are just meekly accepting the punishment? You don't even want to know why?"

"Apu," I told her. "You are the sister of my bua. I am her slave. I love her and obey her. I have been ordered to obey you and be at your service. You have the right to punish me as you see fit."

"So be it, jeeju."

WHACK!

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Er... One! Thank you, apu. Please spank me again."

"My pleasure, jeeju."

WHACK!

WHACK!

Tamanna hit me with the coat hanger a further ten times. Then she left my lying on the chair, whimpering, and walked around and stood in front of me.

My eyes widened as Tamanna bent over, reached under her sari and removed her panties. She rubbed the under garment on her recently wet pussy. From where I was, lying bent over on a chair, bum high up resting on the back of the chair, I had to crank my neck up to look at her.

"You made quite a lot of noise when I spanked you, jeeju." Tamanna stated. "I thought Rashida baji spanked you regularly."

"Er... she does, apu. But a coat hanger..."

"So... you should be used to such a spanking, jeeju." Tamanna scolded me. She continued to run her panties across her legs, making it wet with her juices. "Yet you were screaming when I was beating you."

"Um... it's been a while since I have been punished with a cane, apu." I explained. "And then you spanked me again with a coat hanger..."

"It's no excuse, jeeju." Tamanna walked over and stood in front of my face. "If I tell baji that you were screaming like a little girl, she will increase your punishment next time. She would be ashamed that her slave... you... that you can't bear a simple beating, do you understand?"

It's a coat hanger!

"Er... yes, apu."

"Now," Tamanna commanded. "Open your mouth!"

Tamanna wadded up her well scented panties and stuffed them into my mouth. I caught the unmistakable scent of her feminine arousal. Tamanna then used a scarf to hold her panties in place and tied the scarf over my mouth and around my head.

"Now, do not move at all, my dear naked jeeju. Do not move, do not look back, nor turn around."

I could only nod as Tamanna walked over and stood behind me.

I could feel her fingers on my balls. Prior to me, Tamanna had never encountered a naked male before me, and her fascination with male anatomy came to the fore. She giggled as she handled my testicles. Despite my ass being sore from her beatings, I could feel the blood flowing into my dick as Tamanna stroked my manhood. Delicately she rubbed a nail across my scrotum as my manhood surged to a turgid state. Her impish snickering caused me to become fully erect.

"You were fucking my sister last night." Tamanna told me, as she continued to stroke me. "And the night before. And the night before."

For some reason I didn't want to correct her. So, Tamanna thought I was actually fucking Rashida, rather than just cumming on her legs? Let her think so!

"And here I am, rubbing your dick, jeeju."

Teasing me and laughing at my awkward hardness, Tamanna asked me, "Do you like what I am doing to you?"

With a panty stuffed into my mouth, I could only nod and manage a "Yeemph".

"You were fucking my sister last few nights, jeeju." Tamanna repeated. "I was wrong about you. You DO fuck your maid. Just that... your maid also spanks you and punishes you."

Why was she telling me all this?

"Yet I have been forbidden to fuck you, jeeju." Tamanna complained. "Baji was very clear about this to me. I can tease you, rub your dick, spank you, slap you... but not FUCK you. Baji is enjoying her slave fully, but not me."

I remained silent. Was there some tension between the two sisters? Especially about me.

"Do you want me to tell my sister, and your mistress, that you yelled too much when I spanked you?"

I shook my head vehemently.

Tamanna got a bottle of hand lotion and squirted a healthy amount of it on my erect member which swayed before her. Then she wrapped one hand around it and gave it several teasing up and down strokes. My hips moved to meet her hand each time.

"I'll tell baji that you took your spanking well," Tamanna said. "But it will come at a price. You will serve me later. I will enjoy your manhood."

Tamanna released my cock and walked away. I wanted to turn around and see what was going on, but I had been ordered not to move. I could hear her rummaging in the drawer of her cabinet for something. Whatever it was she was looking for, she must have found it, for she came back stood behind me. Once again, she wrapped her hand around the head of my cock and stroked me for a while.

What I didn't know was that she also had a rubber hand in her other hand. Deftly positioning the band between her three fingers, she brought her hand close to my midsection, resting just below my balls. Then she let go of my dick, and pulled the rubber band back, stretching it, and then letting it go.

SNAP!

"Awmmmmph!"

I buckled my hips wildly in response to the exploding pain my balls. Tamanna had placed a hand over the small of my back, pressing me against the back of the chair, holding me in place. She released me and then once against stretched the rubbed band against my balls.

SNAP!

"Mmmpph!" I thrashed about several times as the intense pain spread across my testicles.

Tamanna thus alternated grabbing and rubbing my shaft, and then releasing my cock and pulling the rubber band back and letting it snap against my testicles.

SNAP!

"Owwwmph!"

Every time I recovered from the intense pain and settled down from my wild thrusting as a result of the abuse Tamanna was heaping onto my balls, she would snap back the elastic band against my nuts. Every time, I gave vent to an urgent yell into my gag and my hips pumped wildly.

In spite of the intense pain Tamanna inflicted, I began to feel the sweet sensation of approaching ejaculation from my frenzied pumping and rubbing of my dick against Tamanna's hands whenever she would grab and stroke my manhood.

A few more snaps and my moans became those of pleasure. My ejaculation came suddenly, and my hips thrashed about wildly as I recklessly spurted all over Tamanna's hand and legs. Immediately as I started to spurt, Tamanna deftly moved her mouth below my dick to catch some of my juices.

She continued to giggle and make some snide comments about the translucent substance as I squirted. Tamanna maintained her position until I started to deflate. She then stood up, untied the gag over my mouth and used it to wipe some off the spunk of her face.

"OK, jeeju." She told me. "I am done with you for now. You can clean up."

This young lady was even more sadistic than my old maid Rubina!

Laughing, Tamanna stepped out of the room, leaving me spanked, slapped and humiliated, and with a load of work to do. Sighing, I started for the kitchen.

And what did she mean by saying I will serve her later, and she will enjoy my manhood? There was more to Tamanna that it met the eye, for sure. I began to plan... if I played my cards right, perhaps I would get to fuck her. Then again... I didn't want to fuck her. I wanted to fuck Rashida.

* * *

That night, Rashida did not let me cum. Nor the following night. Each night before we went to bed, she stripped me naked and had me kneeling in front of her on the floor. Then she slapped me - ten times, on each cheek.

"You will sleep next to me, naked, and not touch me all night." She ordered.

"Yes, bua."

SLAP!

SLAP!

This went on for two more nights.

The following day was a hot day, and I was uncharacteristically feeling prickly. All that sexual tension and not being to cum can do that to a young man. Despite the weather being hot, Rashida and Dania for some reason thought it would be a great day for some garden work, with weeding, digging and sowing around the house. I was easily irritated by their constant orders and the hot, humid day. I tried not to show it, but I did snap at Dania once or twice (I couldn't really snap at Rashida, even if I tried). Dania went inside the house, and Rashida pulled me to one side.

"Baba, you are aware you just snapped at my mother."

"I am so sorry, bua. It just came out. It's a hot day and..."

"Baba." Rashida's voice had steel in it. "Any more excuses and I will wash your mouth with a bar of soap."

"I am very sorry, bua. I am ashamed; it won't happen again. Please forgive me."

Rashida looked at me for a minute and then seemed to arrive at a decision.

"Baba, you were swearing, and you smell really bad. Maybe I should give you a bath." She determined.

"Oh, bua!" I protested. "Am I not too old to be given a bath..."

SLAP!

Right there, in the garden, in public, Rashida slapped me across my face.

"How many times, baba, do-"

SLAP!

"-I have to tell-"

SLAP!

"-you that I am to be-"

SLAP!

"-obeyed AT ONCE! My orders-"

SLAP!

"-are NOT to be questioned."

SLAP!

"Yes, bua. I am sorry, bua. Please forgive me, bua."

SLAP!

"I am so sorry, bua. Please, please forgive me."

"Baba! I can punish you like a little boy, and if I want, I can treat you like a little boy when it comes to a bath." Rashida told me. "And what are you worried about? That I will see you naked?"

"Er... no, bua. But bua," I protested again. "I know how to take a bath and I..."

SLAP!

SLAP!

This time Rashida was really angry.

"Baba!" She thundered. "I think you must be punished for continuing to question everything that I say. Are you doing this just because I didn't let you cum last night on my legs?"

"Oh, no, bua! Not at all!"

SLAP!

SLAP!

"You need to be taught a lesson that you cannot question my decision, and get away with it, or snap at my mother. Do you understand?"

"Yes, bua." I replied miserably.

SLAP!

SLAP!

Rashida had been scolding me very publicly, in the garden, just by the street. A couple of village women who had been walking by were standing in the distance, quietly watching. Had they seen me getting slapped by my maid? I could see another two women come in behind then, observing us intently. A slow crowd seemed to be gathering.

Rashida reached up and held my ear. I could see those women give a smile as they watched my maid twist and pull me by the ear right there in public.

"Do you want a spanking right here, baba?" Rashida asked, as she continued to give me a kaan dola in the open.

"No, my dear bua, please no." I begged her. "Please let's go inside, jaan."

Taking me firmly by ear, Rashida led me (much to my relief!) inside the house, to the living room.

"Baba! Take off your clothes here in the living room and go put them away in your room. You won't need them as you will remain naked in the house throughout the day today. And maybe tomorrow. And maybe the day after that."

I could only groan.

"Baba! You better pray that no one visits our house today, for your well spanked bare butt will be on display in the living room."

Once I was naked, Rashida once again caught hold of me by the ear and made me walk with her to the bathroom. She had a thick wooden hairbrush in her other hand.

"I am really going to enjoy making your ass move under this brush, baba." She told me.

"I am very sorry, bua. Please forgive me."

"Baba, go to the corner of the washroom - yes, that corner - and stand there with your nose touching the two walls while I get your bath ready. I want your nose touching the walls, your hands behind your neck, and your butt thrust out."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida busied herself in setting up the bath. She put the brush on a stool by the tub, and ran the bath, and took out another rough brush, this one presumably to clean me. Once the tub was full of warm water, Rashida called out to me. I turned around, and as instructed, walked over to the tub and entered it.

Rashida poured some water on me for some time, and then turned me around. She started to clean my back with the rough brush, making me squeal.

"Bua! This brush is too rough!"

Rashida paid no heed and repeated the process with the soft back of my legs, and then pulling my legs wide apart, thrust the brush under my bum, to clean my ass and balls.

"Bua, please!" I begged her. "Be gentle!"

Rashida rubbed my balls, and the soft area between my asshole and scrotum with the rough brush with much more gusto than I thought was necessary. Despite my discomfort, I started to get hard. Rashida laughed, and then poured some water over my chest, belly and the front of my legs, and brushed me thoroughly. She then soaped and lathered my penis.

"Bua, I am so sorry." I apologized, as I began to harden again.

Rashida paid me no heed, as she told me to step out of the tub and started drying me off with a rough towel. I could see that part of her sari and blouse had become wet as well, and her blouse clung on to her body. As she bent down and dried my bottom half, I could peer down her neckline and see the outline of her boobs. Rashida continued to rub me dry, the towel rubbing against my dick, while her ample and unfettered breasts moved pendulously about. My cock started to grow big.

Rashida then picked up the brush that she was going to spank me with.

"Should I hit your nunu with this?" She asked.

Never had my tool deflated so fast.

"Er... no, bua, please."

Rashida sat down on the stool and grabbing me by the hair, pulled me over her lap.

SMACK!

A hard blow came down on my wet buttock, making water droplets fly everywhere.

SMACK!

"One! Um... two? Thank you, bua. Please smack me again."

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

The wetness of my butt made the punishment worse as each strike hurt more than it would on dry skin. The hard brush continued to come down on my bottom, drying the skin with heat generated by the spanking.

I was sobbing and flailing my legs wildly, but I was no match for my strong and tough Rashida. Years of doing physical tasks around the house had given my maid servant very strong arms that she now used to hold me down firmly. Rashida relentlessly continued to smack my bottom until it was quite dry.

Abruptly she threw me off her lap, and pulling me by my ear, made me stand up as she rubbed me dry. My eyes moved to her now thoroughly wet cleavage again but aware that getting hard would mean another punishment, I closed my eyes.

"Come." Rashida grabbed me by the ear again. My maid servant took me back to the living room once I was dry. The blotched red look of my young ass as I walked in front of her pleased her, and she was smiling as she led me to the kitchen.

Pulling on the chairs out, Rashida sat down.

"Baba, come over here and bend over my lap."

"Yes, bua." I complied dejectedly. It seemed as if my punishment was not yet over.

I didn't want to antagonize her any further, so I draped myself over her lap. I could feel her large hands cupping my bare bottom.

"I am going to give you only five swats from this wooden spoon. Maybe I will punish you again later tonight." Rashida told me. "For now, you will count, ask me for forgiveness and thank me for each one."

"Yes, my beloved bua."

SWAT!

This really stung my bare exposed and still somewhat wet bottom.

"One! Thank you, bua. I am so sorry I questioned your orders. Please spank me again."

"I hope I don't have to spank you in front of any villagers, baba."

SWAT!

"Two! Thank you, bua. I am so sorry. I will be on my best behavior in front of any person. Please spank me again."

SWAT!

"Three! Thank you, bua. I beg you to forgive me. Please spank me again."

"I expect you, baba, to do your job as a slave, obey immediately, without being lazy."

"Yes, bua."

SWAT!

"Four! Thank you, bua. I am very sorry. Please spank me again."

SWAT!

"Five! Thank you, bua. I am very sorry."

"Good! Now, baba, stay in this position until I tell you to stand up."

I felt Rashida run her hands over my bum. It was as if hundreds of bees had stung me there.

"OK. You can stand up now. Go to our room."

I would spend the next two days living completely naked, without a stitch of clothing on my body. I slept naked. I went to the bathroom naked. I served the ladies naked. I did my chores naked. I milked the cow and cleaned the yard naked. I gave milk to Rakhi the milk lady while being completely naked.

"Oreey, baba!" She exclaimed, as she saw me carrying the pails of milk. "You are fully nangta (naked), Tarek!"

"He is being punished." Rashida came to stand behind me. "He has to go without clothes for two days."

Rakhi could only giggle as I poured the milk into her containers.

"This probably breaks some food hygiene code." She laughed. "But we won't tell anyone, will we, Tarek?"

Rakhi then turned to look at Rashida.

"May I?" She asked, and my maid nodded.

"You have a nice little nunu, Tarek." Rakhi told me, as she stroked me. "But I bet this LITTLE nunu gets you into a LOT of trouble with your maid, doesn't it?"

I could only blush as both the ladies laughed.

I don't know how many other villagers saw me naked or caught a peek of me naked. It must have been quite a few, especially as I spent a lot of time in the yard doing my chores, and many ladies walked on the street right beside the yard. I could constantly hear giggling and snickering from the women as they walked by. Thankfully, after two days, Rashida kept her word and allowed me to wear clothes again.

Yet little did I know that soon I was going to get exposed to even more ladies from the village.

* * *

One late afternoon, I was massaging Rashida's feet. She was seated on a sofa, her feet up on a stool, and her eyes shut and relaxed. I was gently kneading the soles of her feet and pressing against her heel as she moaned softly, while occasionally kissing and licking her feet. Tamanna was seated beside Rashida, reading a book, and sometimes looking at me in amused fashion. The ladies' mother Dania was out visiting a friend.

Suddenly the doorbell rang.

"Now who could it be at this time?" Rashida wondered, opening her eyes. "Baba, please go and see who's at the door."

"Yes, bua." Like a trained pet, I kissed her feet and then stood up to obey. I rushed to open the door.

It was an older lady, somewhat heavyset, with a stern face and tall stature. She had a dark skin and was clad in a simple yet expensive sari. It took me a moment before I recognized her as the village sarpaanch, or the head of the village committee. Her name was Begum Lamia. In addition to being the sarpaanch, I knew she was also a friend of Rashida.

Begum Lamia was accompanied by two other village ladies - a younger one and a slightly older fatter one.

"Begum Lamia!" I exclaimed. "Please do come in!"

"Is Rashida there, Tarek?" The sarpaanch asked.

"Yes, she is here. Please do come in."

I noticed that Begum Lamia was calling me by name. Normally, since I was Rashida's employer's son, the villagers, even the sarpaanch, would have called me baba out of respect. I wondered if Begum Lamia knew my status with Rashida. Hell... I think by now the whole village knew I was Rashida's slave. Rashida had slapped and punished and scolded me in public enough times. A lot of the village women had seen me naked in the yard.

Begum Lamia and the two ladies accompanying her followed me all the way to the living room where Rashida and Tamanna were seated. Both of them stood up in surprise.

"Begum Lamia!" Rashida exclaimed. "Sharmeen. Bushra! What brings you here? I hope everything's ok."

"That remains to be seen." Begum Lamia replied in a mysterious manner. "We have something to talk to you about, my dear friend Rashida."

"Of course, of course." Rashida turned to her younger sister. "Go and get us something to eat and drink. Take Tarek to help you in the kitchen."

"No, wait." Begum Lamia raised a hand. "That won't be necessary."

The village sarpaanch then turned to me.

"Tarek! Please leave us all alone with Rashida. I have to talk to her, and Tamanna, about some important matters, and Bushra and Sharmeen need to be present too."

"Er... yes, of course, Begum Lamia." I meekly replied.

"Shut the door behind you when you leave."

"Of course, Begum Lamia."

I left the room, leaving all the ladies inside, shutting the door behind me.

And waited. And waited some more.

After about twenty minutes, the door opened, and Rashida stepped out to call me.

"Baba, can you please come in here?"

"Yes, bua."

The mood in the room seemed quite sober and stern. Begum Lamia was seated on the main sofa, cross legged, her hands by her side, looking quite strict. Bushra and Sharmeen, the two ladies with her, were seated on another sofa. They had a slight grin to their face as they watched me come in, as did Tamanna.

"Now, Tarek," Begum Lamia told me. "You know that this village is somewhat unique. There are hardly any men here, with all of them going to the cities to find work. So... the womenfolk that are left have adjusted to living life here without any men being present."

"Er, yes, Begum Lamia. I..."

"Please don't interrupt me, Tarek." Begum Lamia scolded me harshly. "What I am saying is that when our girls... when our women... bathe in the pond, they do so... knowing... that there isn't a prying eye or a peeping pervert looking at their naked bodies."

Well, who told the ladies to be completely naked when taking a bath in the pond?

"Oh... er, of course, Begum."

"Again, you interrupt me." Begum Lamia stood up. "Yesterday I have received some complaints from some women that you had been hiding behind a tree and watching some of the ladies bathe in the big pond down the street."

I was flabbergasted. How could anyone have seen me? I took care to...

"Is this true, baba?" Rashida's tone of voice was severe and harsh.

"Er, it was a mistake, honest!" I was struggling to find words. "I was... just out for a walk... and you know... I happened to reach the pond... and as soon as I realized what was happening... I... er... walked away."

"That's not what I heard." Begum Lamia turned to Bushra. "Tell us what happened."

Bushra was a young lady, around twenty-one. From what I would learn later, her husband was in Delhi, working as a guard.

"We were bathing in the pond next to your house, Begum." She recounted. "When I caught sight of... of baba... Tarek... he was hiding behind two palm trees."

"Look... I..." I tried to interrupt her, but then Rashida stepped in.

"Tarek." Rashida's voice was firm, and full of steel. "Please go and stand next to the wall. Face the wall."

"Er... yes, bua."

"Now raise your arms and hold your ears."

There was no choice. I was Rashida's slave, and I had to obey her, even in front of all these women. I stood in the corner, my face pressed against the wall, holding my ears.

The women had started to talk on other matters, and I heard Tamanna get up to go to the kitchen. She was back after some time, with some food and drinks. I remained in my place, standing there humiliatingly holding my ears.

I tried to listen to their conversation, but the Bengali they were using seemed to be a dialect I was not familiar with. Moreover, they spoke very fast, and I couldn't keep up with the translation, except a few words here and there.

Around twenty minutes later, Rashida excused herself and got up and left the room. Begum Lamia turned to Tamanna.

"You know, Tamanna, this is a very serious matter. And he is your guest here."

"I know, Begum." Tamanna kept her tone deferential. "And I am sure my sister will now punish him appropriately."

"Tarek." The sarpaanch then turned to me. "Turn around and face me."

"Er... yes, Begum Lamia." I turned around to look at the ladies, my hands still holding my ears.

"Your mother would have been so embarrassed for you." Begum Lamia told me. "After all, she is such a respected person. It is so sad her son is such a loser and a pervert."

Begum Lamia knew my mother, of course. After all, my mother had donated money to the village school, as well as for the construction of one of the bridges here. She had done all that because of Rashida. And now Begum Lamia was going to watch me get a humiliating punishment.

I, of course, didn't say anything... standing there holding my ears with my hands. The two village ladies, Sharmeen and Bushra, stood there, stifling a grin.

"Baba, come here." Rashida ordered. She was back in the room, and this time I noticed she had a cane in her hand. "You can stop holding your ears now, baba. Step over to the dining table, please."

Hesitating only a little bit, I walked over the dining table.

"Face the dining table, baba."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida stood beside me and caught hold of my ear. She gave it a firm twist, before turning to the two village ladies.

"When you were bathing in the pond, Bushra," Rashida asked the younger lady, even as she firmly held me by the ear. "Were you completely in the nude?"

"I was wearing a bra, baji." Busha answered. "And of course, a petticoat. But my bra was very wet, and you know how it is."

"I know." Rashida nodded, while still giving me a good ear twist. "And you, Sharmeen?"

"I was not wearing a bra, baji." Sharmeen added. "I haven't worn one while bathing in a long while, baji. Baba... Tarek... he could have seen my bare boobs."

"Was it embarrassing," Rashida asked, even as she pulled my ear powerfully. "To be gawked at and ogled by Tarek, knowing he was seeing you in your state of privacy?"

"Yes, baji." Both the women agreed.

Rashida now let go of my stinging ear and stood behind me.

"Pull down your shorts, Tarek." She ordered. "Let all the ladies here see your bare buttocks. And your little nunu."

"Er... bua... please." I begged. Although I had been spanked naked by Rashida before in public, that was in a house where a kink party was happening. This would be in front of three regular villagers.

"You know I always cane on the bare, Tarek. Always on your naked bum." Rashida told me patiently. "There's no other way. Now pull down your shorts at once or I will double the number of strokes. And I will cane you in the yard where everyone in the village can see it."

"If it helps," Begum Lamia gave me a cruel grin, "Many villagers have already seen you in your naked state!"

I knew not to argue with Rashida and Begum Lamia. Slowly I pulled at my shorts and allowed them to drop to the floor. I knew my face was now glowing a bright red with embarrassment.

"Oooooh, Tarek! What a nice bum!" Begum Lamia laughed. I heard the other two ladies giggle as I was now naked from below the waist.

"Now bend right over the table. You know what to do." Rashida placed the cane across my back to encourage me to follow her orders properly. "I know this is humiliating for you, but you must learn to be on your best behavior."

I never felt more exposed in my life. I was now bent over the table, aware of the sight my bare bottom was presenting to Rashida, Tamanna and the three village ladies. The cool air on my bottom only adding to my feeling of exposure and humiliation.

Rashida gently tapped the cane on my left butt cheek.

SWISH!

There was an audible gasp from Begum Lamia, Bushra, and Sharmeen as the cane powerfully struck my hindquarters. It was an excruciating agony as Rashida brought the cane down with amazing force to bite deeply into my flesh.

"One." I counted. "I am sorry, bua. I am sorry Begum Lamia."

SWISH!

The second stroke was as hard as the first one.

"Two." I counted again. "I am sorry, Bushra baji. I am sorry Sharmeen baji."

SWISH!

"Three." I again counted and continued my apology. "I am sorry. It was wrong of me to try and watch you ladies bathe in the pond."

SWISH!

SWISH!

SWISH!

And so, it continued, even as I cried out the counting and the apologies. Rashida caned me again and again, her face determined and her concentration never wavering, as she wielded the cane mercilessly.

SWISH!

"T-t-t-twenty-two." I counted. "P-p-please forgive me, b-b-bua. I was w-w-wrong to do w-w-what I did. Please h-h-have mercy on me, b-b-bua."

I waited for another strike, but none came. Rashida walked behind me, and placed a hand over my squirming buttocks, tracing a finger over the welts that were now prominent.

"What do you think, Begum Lamia?" She asked the sarpaanch. "Do you think baba has been punished enough for his indiscretion?"

I heard Begun Lamia turn towards Bushra and Sharmeen and converse with them in soft tones, before she turned back to Rashida.

"For now, I think so, Rashida." She answered. Begum Lamia seemed to have a grin in her voice. "I think Tarek must have learned his lesson."

"What he did... it is indeed shameful." Rashida walked over to me and instructed me to stand up. "Stand up, baba."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida then once again caught hold of my ear. Giving my ear a firm twist, she dragged me until I was standing there, facing Rashida and Sharmeen. It was highly embarrassing, since I was fully naked from the waist down, and they could see my exposed cock and balls. Not to mention, I was having an erection, even as Rashida twisted and pinched my ear.

"Apologize to them." Rashida ordered. "You have embarrassed me. When you do that, I will always be strict with you. I expect good actions and obedience from you at all times."

"Yes, bua. I am sorry, bua."

Even as her fingers continued to pinch and pull my ear, I humbly begged forgiveness from the two villagers, even as they giggled and grinned, their eyes obviously straying towards my aroused manhood.

After the three villagers left, Rashida turned towards her sister.

"Slap your jeeju." She ordered. "Twenty slaps. He humiliated me in front of Begum Lamia today."

"Yes, baji." Tamanna nodded. She then turned to me.

"Come here, jeeju." She ordered. "Kneel down in front of me."

"Yes, apu."

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

For the rest of the day, I was not allowed to wear pants. I was kept fully naked from the waist down throughout the house until it was time for bed.

* * *

As I got into bed that night, I knew I had to apologize to Rashida. Again.

"Bua." I told my mistress and my love as I got into bed beside her. "Amar jaan. I am so sorry about what happened today."

To my surprise, Rashida turned around to face me, and her hands, under the blanket, went straight for my manhood.

"Baba." She had a slight smile on her face. "You are hard."

"My dear beloved sexy bua." I croaked. "You know... I am always... hard... around you. You arouse me like no one else."

"And yet," Rashida had that sardonic smile on her face. "You still go and peep on young naked villager ladies bathing in the pond."

"I am so sorry about that, bua." I repeated. "It won't happen again. It was by accident, my dear bua. Please believe me."

"I actually do believe you. Still... it was a wrong thing to do. As I said, this village is unique."

"I know, bua."

"But... feeling sorry and apologizing is always the first step in your forgiveness, Tarek." Rashida told me, as she absent-mindedly continued to stroke my penis. "Do you know what the next step is, baba?"

"Er... why don't you tell me, bua?"

"The next step is the punishment, baba." Rashida continued to rub my phallus. I was now quite hard. "Tarek, you can't have one without the other. If you are truly sorry, you should know that I will punish you for it. Only after the punishment can come forgiveness and then things are back to normal again."

"Yes, bua." I nodded. "Thank you, my dear bua, for punishing me today. I am lucky to have you in my life."

Rashida gave me a beautiful smile again as she gently caressed my balls.

"You know... by accepting your spanking, you are not only a better slave for me," Rashida told me. "This means you will be a good husband. And a better man too. Especially in marriages such as ours, this will be very important."

"Oh, bua!" I suddenly gushed. "My jaan! May I please kiss you now?"

Rashida stopped jerking my penis and looked at my face in surprise. She then nodded.

Without wasting any time, I wrapped my arms around her, sliding one under her body and one over, and hugged her tightly, before pressing my lips onto hers.

SMOOCH!

"Oh, bua." I moaned, even as I showered her cheeks and lips and forehead with kisses.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

"When I allow you to cum on my legs," My maid told me, even as she returned my kisses, "You take my name. Rashida. You don't say bua. You say Rashida."

SMOOCH!

"Oh, bua." I sucked on her lips and pressed my tongue inside her lips before withdrawing. "I am sorry."

SMOOCH!

"No, it's fine." Rashida had that beautiful smile again as we both came up for air after some heavy making out. "Normally when couples have sex, the girl is expected to take her man's name. When we will have sex, I am fine with you taking my name. You are MY slave, you are my kutti... so you WILL take my name."

SMOOCH!

"Yes, Rashida, my love."

As I looked at Rashida's matronly face, my dick started to get even harder. Rashida was a beautiful big woman who was used to getting what she wanted from me. She was a very caring and loving lady, but also - as I knew - quite strict. Even if she became my wife, I knew I would always have to respect and obey her and follow her many rules.

... If she became my wife...

SMOOCH!

"Baba." Rashida told me, as we took a pause from kissing. "When we are married, you know I am still going to spank you. You always know where you stand with me, and sometimes - you WILL be spanked. Sometimes... like today... you will be caned. In front of others."

"Yes, my dear bua. You can punish me even when I am fifty years old, bua."

"In a marriage like ours," Rashida once again slipped her hand downwards and caught hold of my turgid manhood. "The power of the brush, or the cane, or the slipper, is very much needed. That way a wife like me who likes to dominate, can hold a submissive husband like you, accountable for your words and actions."

"Yes, my lovely bua. You can dominate me any time!"

"We will enjoy a marriage without any arguments or fights, because we will calmly discuss things and then both of us agree to the solution." Rashida continued. "You will know that there will always be consequences for your words and actions. That way not only will you respect me - your wife - but also all women too."

"Yes, my sexy bua. I love you."

I then looked at the lady who was openly now accepting the fact that she was ready to marry me.

"My dear Bua." I asked. "Do you want to spank me now?"

Rashida looked at me, gave my penis one more stroke, and then nodded. She then leaned in and kissed me.

"You will be a good husband, Tarek. You know what your wife wants. Sometimes all I want is to just spank you."

Without wasting any more time, we both got up. Rashida put a couple of pillows in the middle of the bed.

"Get on the bed," She commanded, "You know the position - on your haunches. I want your tummy resting on these pillows. Your nunu should be between the two pillows. You should be on your haunches, prostrated, so your pasa should be high up in the air."

"Yes, my dear bua."

I did as she instructed. I climbed on the bed and placed my legs on either side of the pillows and knelt down, before placing my palms on the mattress. I was now on my haunches, prostrated, on all fours like a dog, with my ass sticking out. My position left every part of me badly unprotected. My legs were spread apart, with my balls hanging in between, completely visible. My penis was touching the space between the two pillows. My bum was humiliatingly exposed to Rashida.

"When we are married," Rashida continued, as she placed a hand on my buttocks. "A spanking should be... so it is very easy for me to spank you, and as embarrassing as possible for you. Sometimes I will spank you in front of my friends."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

SPANK!

Rashida gave me no chance to utter any words.

"Stay silent, baba, and just take the spanking." She instructed, as her hand snaked its way across my buttocks and went downwards. I gasped as she grabbed my nuts and gave them a light squeeze.

"When we are married, I will punish you as long as I need to." She said, as she stroked my penis again. "During a spanking, we can discuss any issue as husband and wife."

SPANK!

SPANK!

"For a happy marriage, I should spank you at least once a week." She decided. "This way there are no arguments or fights."

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Whenever I want to punish you," Rashida told me, "You will accept it, and assume the position. You better not try to make excuses or complain. It will be good for you to quickly obey me and be spanked."

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Any delay will only make your spanking even worse."

SPANK!

SPANK!

Rashida spanked me a few more times. Then she asked me to raise my bum and removed the pillows from under me. As I lay there on the bed, on my tummy, Rashida got back into the bed and snuggled against me.

"Bua." I remembered my instructions. "Thank you for spanking me."

"Baba." Rashida spoke, as she once again grabbed hold of my balls. "How many ladies were in the pond when you were watching them."

"Er... perhaps six... or seven, bua."

"I expect a few of them to come again tomorrow." Rashida told me, even as she started to gently knead my balls between her thumb and forefinger, as one would roll a ball of dough. "They will want me to punish you in front of them, just like I did with you in front of Begum Lamia and Sharmeen and Bushra."

"Whatever you decide, bua."

"This is not a normal Indian village, baba." Rashida warned me, while continuing to caress my balls. "Almost all of the women know that you are my slave. Rakhi, and few other ladies, they even saw you naked when I punished you two weeks ago. Since there are no men, some of the other ladies also have... these... fetishes... and others. We know... and we tolerate it... and we keep silent about it. Bushra, and Sharmeen, for example... are lovers. Their husbands do not know. In this village... such things are common because we women have a delicate balance."

Suddenly what Rashida had told me some days ago made sense. Suddenly I knew why this village was unique.

"This is why your friend Shabina suggested you - your family - move to this village." I commented. "It will fit in with your... your... your kink... your lifestyle."

Rashida nodded.

"Yes. This is how soon my mother also became... like me. She was influenced by others around her. And then Tamanna... when she became 18... But... I worry about her. She is still a virgin."

Rashida moved her hands from my balls to my dick.

"Baba. I don't want any further complaints from Begum Lamia." Rashida told me, deftly changing the topic. She wrapped her hands around my flaccid member and started to softly stroke it. I started to respond to her touch and get hard. "She is my friend, yes... but now she is the sarpaanch, and I don't want her to cause any trouble for us. Village politics can be nasty."

"Yes, bua."

"Now, baba. Do you want to cum?"

"Oh, yes, my dear bua. Please!"

Rashida stopped rubbing my cock and removed her hands.

"Roll up my sari, and my petticoat." She instructed. "Now put your nunu in between my legs."

"Yes, bua." I did as she instructed.

"Hump me like a dog."

"Yes, bua."

I started to rub my phallus against her legs, helplessly getting harder and harder. It didn't matter that once again she wasn't letting me cum inside her or have proper sex with her. She was letting me cum, and for that I should be grateful.

"Oh, bua!" I couldn't help but gush, as my feelings overwhelmed me. With a grunt, I started to cum. I erupted all over her legs, ankles, thighs, tummy, and the bed. By the time I was done, Rashida's body was a mess, full of cum.

"Good night, baba."

"Good night, bua, and thank you. I love you."

"I love you too, baba."

What Rashida didn't realize was that soon... I would be erupting inside her.

* * *

The days now began to pass quickly. It was almost a month and half I had now spent in Rashida's home, as her and her family's total slave, and I was enjoying myself servicing the family. It wasn't just the punishments - the slaps or the spanking or caning - it was the little things - the many ways I was humiliated. How I was made to sit on the floor and eat (and sometimes eat their leftovers). Or how sometimes when Rashida or Dania would be watching TV I would be made to sit on the floor and be a human footstool so they would put their feet on me. And yes, I still visited Nasima every evening to suck the milk out of her breasts.

Of course, every morning Tamanna continued to examine me - and my dick and my balls - every day, and I would be slapped by ALL of the ladies daily after breakfast. Imagine being forced to strip and submit to your saali, who will then giggle and call you 'jeeju' while slapping you. Followed by your mother-in-law, and then your wife. Of course I wasn't married to Rashida yet, but that was my situation.

Some village ladies still came time to time to complain about me on some flimsy accusation - and Rashida would then oblige by stripping me fully naked in front of them and caning me firmly in their presence - before holding me by the ear and making me turn and apologize to them.

"Bua," I once asked her, just after dinner. "Why does it have to be the cane? Why can't you just slap me, or spank me, when these ladies come?"

"Oh, jeeju." Tamanna giggled. "Are you seriously questioning your mistress's - and your future wife's - choice of punishment?"

"I think your jeeju is overdue for another trip across my lap, Tamanna." Rashida answered ominously.

We finished cleaning up after dinner, and then Rashida came and caught hold of my ear.

"Baba, come." She ordered and then turned to her sister. "You, too. This shouldn't take long."

For the next twenty minutes the two sisters spanked, slapped, and whipped me. I made sure never to ever question Rashida again the next time she caned me. True to form, the next day there were two ladies complaining that I was walking by the pond when they were taking a piss. Once again, I was caned in front of them.

By now, I was sure, pretty much, all the village ladies had seen me in the nude, getting a beating or a caning or slapping from my maid. Whenever I went for a walk, I could hear the snickers and giggles from the women as I walked by them.

I still had my daily household chores, of course. I also got to fuck one villager - Rakhi the milk lady - a couple of times. It happened out of the blue... just by chance. She had come to take the milk when the whole household was in the market, so it was just Rakhi and me. One thing led to another and soon we were doing it in the cowshed. Yes, it was dirty, stinky, but also extremely hot.

Rakhi was a really good kisser and had great boobs. Sort of funny, when you remember she is a milk lady. I used a condom, of course. I didn't want another Rubina-esque incident. We kept it a secret and repeated out liaison a few times.

The lady that I did want to have sex with - Rashida - however remained elusive. Yes, she was now allowing me to kiss her, to grope her, to make out with her, almost every other night. She allowed me to rub and cum on her legs. But what I really wanted to do... for years now really... was to fuck her. Instead, I was humping her leg.

And then it happened. I finally, after so many years, got to fuck Rashida. The love of my life.

* * *

"Baba!" Rashida was slowly massaging my warm butt. "There's something you need to know."

"Yes, bua?"

I had just been caned. Again. Earlier, during dinner, I had spilled a big jar of orange juice on Dania. This, after she had repeatedly warned me to be careful. On top of that, I had forgotten to put the chicken leftovers inside the fridge, and it had gone bad. So, sometime after dinner, when I had completed my chores, and was standing and talking with Tamanna, Rashida walked up to us. She was carrying a bamboo cane in one hand.

"Baba." Rashida reached and twisted my right ear. "Let's go to our bedroom. I want to cane you before we go to bed."

"Ow! Ow!" I squealed as Rashida pulled my ear sharply. "My dear bua, may I say goodnight to Tamanna apu?"

"Yes, you may." Rashida gave my ear another gentle tug. "At least you still remember your manners. Say good night to your saali."

I said my good night to Tamanna - and she smirked as she watched me say it while Rashida was still twisting my ear and having a cane in her hand.

"Good night, jeeju." She giggled. "Hope baji doesn't cane your pasa too much!"

I watched Tamanna's beautiful figure - and her bubbly bottom - as she exited the room.

"She is a beautiful girl, isn't she?" Rashida asked, while still holding on to my ear. "Your saali?"

"Er... yes, bua." I didn't lie. "Very sexy. But in my eyes, you are the most beautiful woman, bua. I would rather make love you one time than a woman like Tamanna a 100 times!"

"Hmm. I would rather you didn't talk about fucking my sister at all. Now... come, let's go to our room." Finally, Rashida let go of my painfully stinging ear. I followed her to our bedroom. Rashida pulled a chair to the centre of the room and sat down, and then looked at me.

"Strip." She ordered. "Put the clothes over to that side."

"Yes, bua."

I knew I looked good naked. A month and half of hard physical work in the village along with a natural diet had helped me rid whatever excess fat I had and made my abs prominent. Even Rashida liked what she saw. She spent a minute ogling my body.

"Come here, baba." She finally beckoned with her finger.

"Yes, bua."

I put myself across her knees, over her lap.

"Very quick to assume the position, aren't you, baba?" Rashida laughed, her hands caressing my butt.

"Er... yes, bua. I love you, bua. I love you even when I am about to be caned by you."

"Good." Rashida laughed again and picked up the bamboo cane with her hand. She made a swoosh sound as she waved it around. "Twenty-five strokes for the orange juice, shall we, my dear future hubby?"

For the next ten minutes I was squirming and crying and thrashing around as I got my punishment. I really did not like caning. Even though I had been caned a LOT these last few weeks. Tonight, I was lucky I was on Rashida's lap... she had less room to swing the cane. Otherwise, it would have been even more painful had she positioned me on the chair or on the bed and lashed me. Finally, Rashida asked me to stand up.

"I am so sorry, bua." I mumbled as I rubbed my bum. "Please forgive me."

"Your punishment is over, Tarek."

"Oh, thank you so much, bua."

"Please take your hands off your pasa. I told you many times."

"Yes, bua. I am sorry, bua."

Rashida caressed my buttocks as I stood there, completely naked, my penis and balls hanging flaccidly.

"You have pleased me with your service today." Rashida complimented me, patting me appreciatively on my butt, and then standing up. "Now... let's go to the washroom. I am just bursting... I have to pee, Tarek. And I want to urinate on you!"

"Yes, bua." I remembered my Total Slave Pledge. "I am your total slave, and my body is always available for you to use as you see fit. I can also be your toilet, as you wish; however, I am not even worthy of drinking your urine. I will submit to you completely. I exist only to serve you."

"Good boy." Rashida tussled my hair, and once again patted me on my buttocks. Then she reached up, and caught hold of my ear, giving it a good twist.

We walked over to washroom, Rashida firmly leading me by the ear. Once we entered the washroom, Rashida let go of my ear, bent down, grabbed the bottom of her sari and petticoat, and started to roll it up. I knelt down between her legs and caught the waistband of her panties. Slowly, gently, I pulled it down and my buxom maid stepped out of the panties.

I was ordered to lie down on my back on the wet, dirty, bathroom floor. I was staring up at my maid and her nether regions.

Rashida quickly placed her ample thighs on either side of my head, squatted down with her cunt over my mouth. Suddenly, I felt a hot stream hit my face as she urinated, drenching my face and hair.

"Now for some more fun." Rashida commented, as she sat down with her full weight on my head, rubbing her wet pussy and smelly unwashed anus back and forth over my face. I held onto her buttocks and started to lick her. Quite soon Rashida shrieked, pressing down hard so I could hardly breathe. My maid was now coming, squirting her pussy juices over my face and into my mouth.

"Oh my!" She panted, as she slowly stopped convulsing.

"Oh, bua, I love you." I gushed. "Sometimes I wonder how I am so lucky to be a slave to a woman like you!"

"That is easy." Rashida laughed. "As I always like to say, I just like my pussy licked, and you like to lick it.

Rashida stood up and began to clean herself. I remained lying on the floor as splashes of dirty water hit me periodically. After some time, Rashida pitifully glanced at me.

"Baba, my human toilet, get up and clean yourself up. And then come to bed. I will be waiting for you. I want to cum, again, and so do you."

"Yes, bua."

So that was why Rashida was now rubbing my butt. I had taken a quick shower, cleaned myself up, and was now back, naked, in bed with Rashida, and yet my bottom still was red and stinging from the caning I had received. Rashida was applying some soothing lotion on my ass.

"Baba!" Rashida slowly massaged my warm butt as she repeated herself. "There's something you need to know."

"Yes, bua."

"Your mother..." Rashida paused and let her hand remain on my butt. "You mother knows a bit... about us."

I swallowed. My heart started to beat rapidly. Very cautiously, so as not to let on the fact that I knew that my mother knew, I asked, "Er... how, bua? We have been so cautious."

"Relax. She doesn't know everything." Rashida patted my buttocks to calm and soothe me. "She just has an idea... that... a few years ago... I punished you."

"Er... how?" I repeated. "I don't understand, my pretty bua. What does she know?"

"She..." Rashida tried to collect her thoughts. "She asked me... just a day or so before we left for the village... about you. And told me how you were such a troublesome kid in high school. And entering college. And then how suddenly you have changed to be a good student, an obedient son, and a person with great manners."

"Bua." I carefully kept my voice neutral. "Just because I changed, or I improved my behavior, doesn't mean I got spanked by my maid! As far as my mother is concerned, you are just a maid! There is nothing between us."

"Er... of course, baba." Rashida laughed. "It's just that once or twice, I told your mother, that... boys like you... you need a strong woman to take you in hand and keep you in line. I wanted your mother to be stricter with you and punish you. But, of course, she kept spoiling you."

"I guess, bua. But how did she go from that... to... my maid is spanking my son!"

"I might have something to do with that." Rashida chuckled guiltily. "I always told your mother, especially after you got into trouble with Ms. Patel at school, 'Memsaab, you needed to hold him firmly by the ear and give him a good talking to. Keep punishing him often, in humiliating fashion, until he would have mended his ways.' And I also had told her, 'Memsaab, if Tarek's mother or one of his aunts are not doing it, perhaps I should do it.' And she just put two and two together."

"How, bua?" I pressed her. "What did you tell her?"

"I... I..." Rashida was clearly uncomfortable. "Memsaab told me how she always saw me as your second mother, baba. She said she knew I have somehow kept you in line, and must have punished you, or taken you in hand. She just didn't know the details. I told her... that I... gave you a kaan dola... from time to time."

"Bua." This time it was my turn to tell her something she didn't know. "I think maybe my mother knows a bit more."

Rashida remained silent.

"That lady... Beena... I think that was her name." I recollected. "She was in the party you took me to a few months ago, remember? She saw you spank me in the Dungeon."

"What about her?"

"She also saw me... and Zarine... in public. And Zarine was twisting my ear."

"That girl!" Rashida swore. "I told her to behave properly in public! But what about Beena?"

"Beena knows my mother." I told Rashida. "They work together on some projects. And she told my mother to keep an eye on me... and the maids."

Rashida swore again.

"We are supposed to keep things like this a secret in our kink community!" Rashida was angry. "What happened in that party - it is supposed to be a secret. That is the whole point!"

"What she saw was a Bengali speaking maid from a lower class of society punishing an upper-class boy from an Urdu speaking family." I pointed out. "And her racist and elitist mentality won over."

"That bitch." Rashida swore again. "So... what did she tell your mother?"

"Not too much, thankfully." I replied. "She just hinted to my mother that I was having perhaps an affair with Zarine... and that you might at times have spanked me. She told my mother that she overheard me saying this to Zarine."

"How do you know all this, baba?" Rashida asked.

"Actually." I slowly took a breath. "What you said today... this explains quite a few things, bua. Especially why my mother was so much against me coming here. We had a big argument a few days before we came here. That is when all this tumbled out of her."

"Oh?" This was news to Rashida. "She didn't want you to come here? What about us going to Delhi?"

"She is against that also." I told Rashida. "She wants me to go to USA to study more and leave the family business. I had to lie completely and tell her that I have NOTHING to do with you... or Zarine... and her friend was lying to her."

"But... but..." Rashida was shocked. "She told me... of all the people in the world, she trusted me to be with her son. To make sure he is - you are -always on the right track. To keep you in line. And I told her I have punished you."

I leaned in and kissed Rashida fully on the mouth.

SMOOCH!

"You know my mother," I remarked, pressing my lips against her cheeks. "She will say anything to manipulate people. She probably knows you and I have a thing, but she can't control it. So... she is trying to break it."

SMOOCH!

"And you, baba?" Rashida asked me, even as we kissed passionately. "If your mother wants you to have nothing to do with me, are you still going to marry me in Delhi?"

Are you still going to marry me in Delhi? I would think about this statement of hers later. For years. For now, I kissed Rashida on the lips.

SMOOCH!

"Oh, bua." I kissed her again. "My lovely, lovely, beautiful, sexy, bua! I submit myself again and again to you. I let myself be urinated upon by you, my jaan. I love you. You think I am going to let a little thing like parental opposition get in the way, my jaan? I love you."

"I see."

Suddenly Rashida stopped kissing me back and sat up in bed. Then, as I looked on, she climbed out of bed.

"Bua?" I asked. "Where are you going?"

"Baba. Tonight is about rewarding you." Rashida told me, as she started to strip off her sari. "You are a really good slave to my sister, and mother, and they appreciated your services. But mostly, you are a good slave to me. And you are loyal."

"Thank you, bua. It is my pleasure to serve your family. And it is my privilege to serve you."

I stood and watched as Rashida disrobed partially. I have seen her naked many times before, so it wasn't something new, but still I loved to see what I can of Rashida. She took off her sari and flung it to one corner of the room and stood there in her petticoat and blouse.

"You also take your punishments very well." Rashida said. "And moreover, I appreciated your ability to restrain yourself in bed. All this time, we slept on the same bed, but you were forbidden to cum inside me."

"Yes, bua."

"And I used to sleep like this, just in a petticoat and blouse, with my midriff, my navel, my tummy, my arms all showing, sleeping mere inches away from you, yet you could not do anything, baba. I only let you hump my leg, and you accepted it."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida tugged at the drawstring of her petticoat and opened it with one pull. Her petticoat dropped to the floor, revealing her rather large panties that she was wearing underneath. She walked around me and sat down on the bed.

"Come, baba. Sit on my lap." Rashida ordered.

I sat down on her lap, with my naked butt resting on her thighs. Almost immediately I tried to stand up in a reflex reaction, as my sensitive well caned buttocks reacted to skin of her thighs with what seemed like an electric shock. Rashida however grabbed me by the hips and forced me to sit on her lap and held me firmly. I felt like a little child sitting on my aunt's lap.

She wrapped her hands around my semi-flaccid member and started to softly stroke it. I began to respond to her touch and get hard.

"That's one thing I like about you, baba." Rashida told me. "You're young, you're fun to play with, and you're full of cum."

"Thank you, bua."

"Is it difficult to restrain yourself, baba, knowing I am mere inches away from you, sleeping?"

"Yes, bua." I honestly replied. "You know that you have been the object of my fantasies for a long time, bua."

"Am I still not, baba?" Rashida playfully asked me, while rubbing my cock with vigor.

"Yes, bua." I admitted. "Whenever you give me permission to masturbate on my own, bua, I masturbate to thoughts of you. I so badly want to have sex with you, bua. In my fantasies, you and I are always making love."

"Hmm." Rashida smiled as she stroked my rapidly hardening manhood, "Yet, sometimes, when I slept in the nude, baba, next to you ... yet, you didn't advantage of sleeping next to the naked woman of your dreams, baba."

"Yes, bua. You are my mistress, bua, and I will do whatever you order."

"And why did you not, say, rub your dick against me, or cum inside me?"

"I... I... you expressly forbid me to, bua. You said you would severely beat and punish me if I did that."

"Good for you, baba." Rashida stopped fondling me, and with a finger tapped my hard cock. "However, today, I was thinking at first you will go to sleep after you get a blowjob from me, baba. But now, I will also allow you some more privileges. Maybe... even... fulfill your long-held desire... of sex with me."

What... wow... sex with Rashida!

"Er... thank you, bua!"

"Today, first, you will finger me and make me cum, baba." Rashida told me, this time beginning to roll my testicles around in her hand. "And while making me cum, I will let you play with my titties. Then, and only then, depending on how good my orgasm was, I may allow you to have sex. Or maybe just give you a blow job."

"I... er... thank you, bua." I beamed.

I was going to cum tonight and play with Rashida's breasts and possibly cum inside her! Sex with Rashida!

"And then," Rashida said, gently kneading my balls between her thumb and forefinger, as one would roll a ball of dough. "I will sleep naked on this bed beside you."

"Yes, bua."

Sex with Rashida! That was the only thought now going through my mind.

I stood up as Rashida lied down on the bed, and then I got in beside her. I gave her a hug and kissed her on each cheek. Her fleshy cheeks had dimples in them as she smiled, and I hugged her even tighter.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

"Thank you, bua. Thank you!" I told her, repeatedly, as I kissed her on the cheeks and on her lips.

My hands found her panties, soaking wet. Rashida was dripping already. She shook noticeably when I ran my fingers up her lips and over her mound to rest where her clitoris was hidden. Pressing harder, I started to rock my fingers back and forth and sideways as she cried out in pleasure.

"Oh, yes, baba. Keep doing that."

My other hand found her breast again and her nipple was already hard. I pinched it with this hand, while the other manipulated her nubbin through her soaked panties. Slowly I pulled down her panties and ripped them off her legs. Rashida didn't seem to notice - she had a glazed look in her eyes as I inserted another finger into her love hole.

"Oh, baba, yes, harder... yes, rub my clit... harder, harder..."

I was downright grinding on it now, and my other hand pinching her nipples from right to left and back again. This combination got her really going. She had her head back, eyes closed and pressing forward into my hand. Her legs began to shake, vibrating into my hand as she continued to tell me not to stop.

"Almost there, baba.... Almost... oh, ahh, oohhh, I'm cumming... oh YES!"

I looked at beside me. Here was the object of my fantasies, the desire of my wettest dreams, the lady of my heart, grating her hips against my hand, her eyes shut in ecstasy, her hair wet and loose, her big monster boobs flouncing around, lying beside me in the throes of an upcoming orgasm. Ever since I had dreamt, I had dreamt of her. She was the one I lusted for. Rashida, my one true love.

I slowed down my motion for a few minutes and used my wet hand to stroke her hair. Rashida looked at me curiously.

"Baba, please continue." She was almost begging. "I need to..."

I kissed her lovingly on her lips, cheeks and forehead.

"Baba!" Rashida hissed. "Why did you stop? Rub me there, again! Now!"

"Yes, my dear bua."

I started to rub her again. She was really wet now and started to grind her cunt against my fingers.

"Ooohhhhhhh YES! Baba! YES! Keep doing that!"

I stopped rubbing her again. Rashida looked at me, puzzled.

"What's going on, Tarek? Why did you stop?"

"I love you, bua." I told her.

A knowing look passed through Rashida's face.

"Baba, do you want to?" Rashida asked me softly, caressing my face.

I didn't say anything. I just jumped on top of her and in one move, plunged into her.

"OH BABA!" Rashida closed her eyes. "OH BABA!"

I began to pump her furiously. For so long, SO LONG, I had dreamed of this moment! Now my penis was actually inside her! Inside her!

"Oh, bua."

Sex with Rashida!

"Baba, be gentle!" My love scolded me. "You are like an animal! I am not a young woman!"

I hugged her tight and kissed her all over her face. She started to say something again, but my penis was now tunneling its way down her very wet passage.

"Omph!" She cried out as I plowed deeper and deeper into her. "Baba! Slow down! I..."

I moved my butt back and eased out of her a bit, before pummeling her again and again.

"Oh, bua."

"Ah... Baba... I don't know if this... is a good... idea..." She cried out without much conviction. "Baba... I love you... but do you think..."

I didn't listen to her. Instead, I picked up the pace. My hands were around her, holding her in a tight embrace. I planted kisses on her fleshy cheeks and her lips and bit the nape of her neck.

"Oh, baba! Oh, baba! OH BABA!"

I raised myself and slammed into her, again and again. Rashida's huge hips began to gyrate. She was now subconsciously matching my thrusts. Her arms were now around me and her nails clawed deep into my back.

"Oh, baba! Baba! Baba! Baba! Baba! Baba!"

I kissed her eyes and her cheeks and then planted my mouth on hers. My lips crushed her pouty lips, and my tongue found hers and wrestled with it. We kissed passionately, exchanging wet saliva as my hips slammed into her again and again. The air was filled with the sounds of the rhythmic creaking of the bed springs and the loud, orgasmic moans of my chubby maid servant as I pounded her, again and again. Her eyes were now shut as my balls slapped repeatedly - thunk! thunk! - against the flesh of her thighs.

"Oh, God! Oh Gooooddddddd! Baba!" Rashida suddenly cried out with a guttural moan.

I knew I was now at the edge. I couldn't control myself. For so long I had thought of this... and now I was doing it.

My butts clenched as I began to ejaculate. I groaned loudly as my hips jerked and I started to cum into my maid servant.

No condom separated us. My hips shook violently, and I rammed into Rashida and began to dump a huge volume of cum down her love canal.

"Oh, bua. Oh, bua." I uttered, as my balls emptied into her.

Sex with Rashida!

For so long, for almost an eternity, I had dreamed of fucking Rashida. Today, after so many years, finally... I had done it.

We lay in a heap, my big, busty maid servant and I, my dick still buried in her. After a little while, I moved to kiss her on her cheek.

"Oh, bua, I am so sorry..." I began to apologize. "I don't know what happened... what came over me..."

"It's... OK... baba, it was about time." Rashida was still in shock, struggling to come to terms with her mighty orgasm. And the fact that she... who was thought of as my 'second mother', had finally been fucked by me. Perhaps she was starting to have second thoughts. "I really enjoyed... I mean... I thought... I don't know... baba... let's just sleep for now."

Sex with Rashida!

I fucked Rashida twice more that night. The second time I placed my hands on her tits and took one of those huge melons into my mouth and started to suck on it. She was sleeping but I didn't care. I wanted her tits.

"No... baba... no..." Rashida half opened one of her eyes as I sucked on her breasts. "Let me sleep."

"Please, bua." I begged as I squeezed one boob while sucking the other. "I need you."

"No... baba... stop this!" Rashida tried to inject some authority into her voice, but my hands were already running down her tummy to her nether regions. I began to finger her clit.

SLAP!

Rashida slapped me.

SLAP!

I grabbed her hands.

"Bua. Please." I told her, letting go. "I... the first time... it was so quick. Now... I want to savour you."

"Baba... please..." She began to beg, "We have to control and limit ourselves. I am your maid."

I kissed her with passion. I held her and kissed her cheeks and then rolled my tongue into hers. I could literally feel her resistance melt away.

"Om... Omm... No, baba!" Rashida tried to resist feebly as I inserted a finger into her clit, and then another. "Please don't."

"Bua, please." I told her, even as I started to rub her pussy with vigour. "I love you. I want you."

My dick was quite hard by then, even as I sucked on one breast while fingering her. I could feel Rashida becoming wet slowly as well.

"Bua, I am sorry. But please, I need it."

"Baba. I am your maid. I am your goddess."

I could see tears in her eyes even as I climbed on top of her and plunged into her.

"Ommmmph!" She cried out as my manhood plowed into her. "Baba!"

My butt moved like a piston as I fucked her furiously.

"Ooooh... Aaah... Oh my... baba!" Rashida could only murmur helplessly as she was overcome by another orgasm. Rashida hadn't had a man in a long while and it was clear that her body was betraying her will.

I lifted myself way up and slammed into her again. I began propelling my cock into my busty maid servant like a tunnel boring machine. Rashida started to move, even as she was convulsing from one orgasm. She was now meeting my thrusts, with equally brutal upward thrusts of her own, onto my penis. I increased my speed. I moaned deeply and groaned, even as my pace made her squeeze me tighter. I grabbed her ample waist and heaved into her, with ferocious onslaughts. My dick began bucking with incredible force.

I wanted to take my time, but pretty soon I knew that I was going to ejaculate into her again.

"Oh bua, my lovely bua, my beautiful bua, my sexy bua, I AM CUMMING!"

My body went rigid as I emptied another load of semen into her. Rashida had stopped fighting it long ago; her body had now become my cum dump and she was loving it.

The third time she didn't even resist me. It was close to sunrise when I opened my eyes.

I just moved and parted her legs. Dried, sticky semen combined with her own juices had matted her pubic hair to her skin. I began to kiss her there, ignoring the smell of my own cum. Rashida woke up gently, and didn't say a word. I squeezed her giant breasts, and Rashida sighed in surrender. I took her hand and placed it on my cock.

"Rub me." I asked her, rather I ordered her, even as I kissed her ears. Rashida gently stroked me as I became hard in no time.

With one powerful and violent thrust, I slammed into her, all the way through her cervix, into her womb, until my testicles slammed up against her vaginal lips. I began to grind against her. Within a few minutes, she began to utter a moan. Her eyes started at me - a combination of shock, anger, love, and a new-found passion. As I mauled her breasts, I could feel her nipples perk up, erect and straight.

We were both breathing rapidly and sweating profusely. Our bodies were joined once more, crotch to crotch, pubic hair to pubic hair. I began thrusting my penis deep in and out of Rashida. I tried to push it in as much as I could until I could hear her shriek. Her eyes were closed, and her nails clawed into the skin of my back. She grunted as I rode her and pumped her.

I rammed into her violently like a mad man, feeling my orgasm building up. She could hardly move, pinned down by me and suffering the ravages of my brutal thrusting into her. My pleasure was mounting rapidly. I was panting. I could not control myself any longer.

"Oh, bua!" I moaned, as a wave of ecstasy enveloped me, and my body shuddered. I let myself go completely.

"I love you, bua."

"And I love you too, baba, with all of my heart and body."

As we lay there, Rashida lovingly stroked me.

"Baba, I am going to spank you today like you have never been spanked." She said, her face lit up with a beautiful smile, even as she jiggled my buttocks. "I love you."

* * *

I had woken up late. It was almost 11 am when I made my way to the kitchen. Tamanna was making an omelet, while Rashida was nowhere to be seen.

"Sit, jeeju." Tamanna ordered me. "This omelet is for you. Eat it and have your chai. I have work for you."

"Yes, apu." I took a seat. I had forgotten to take her permission before going to the bathroom, but Tamanna seemed to have forgotten that. She just wanted me to eat, so I quickly ate my breakfast and started to work on my tea.

"How was last night, jeeju?" Tamanna asked me. "I noticed you are sitting a bit tenderly on your ass! And even apu is walking a bit gingerly."

"Yes, apu." I addressed her respectfully. "I was punished by bua for spilling that orange juice, and that chicken that I spoiled."

Tamanna laughed.

"And then you fucked my sister." Tamanna grinned. "From the noises last night, perhaps more than once?"

"Er..." I clammed my mouth shut. I still didn't understand the dynamics between the two sisters. I finished my tea and looked up.

"Now," Tamanna came around to stand beside me. She grabbed my left ear and gently twisted it. "This morning, jeeju, I heard you in the bathroom. Standing and urinating. Not only did you not take my permission, but why do you men have to stand and pee? Why can't you sit and pee? Makes it so much easier to clean up after you, jeeju."

"Yes, apu." I meekly agreed as Tamanna continued to twist my ears. "I am sorry I didn't ask you for permission, and I am sorry I was standing and urinating. It won't happen again, apu."

"Good." Tamanna grinned and then let of my ears. "Stand up, my dear jeeju."

"Yes, apu."

Once I was standing, Tamanna put her hands inside my pajamas. "Let's see that famous nunu and the big balls. The nunu that goes inside my sister, but not me."

I stood there helplessly as Tamanna reached out and with the nail of her index finger, stroked my penis.

"It's a nice nunu." She commented. She then wrapped her fingers around and started to rub my shaft. "Look, it's starting to get hard, jeeju."

I didn't say anything. Tamanna then took my testicles in her other hand and began to roll them around.

"How many times did you have sex last night, jeeju?"

"Er... three times, apu." I decided to answer her truthfully. If Tamanna and Rashida had some issue, they could sort it out.

"Hmm." Suddenly Tamanna seemed to have enough of me. "Pull up your pants, jeeju. I have some work for you."

* * *

It was while doing my chores that I overheard the conversation between Tamanna and Rashida. I had helped Tamanna clean up in the kitchen and then finished my work in the yard and the cow's shed and then had cleaned the bathroom completely. After that, I had taken a shower and I was now walking towards the kitchen to get something to drink, when I overheard the two sisters talking. I tiptoed to the door and peered in.

"So, you and jeeju are having sex quite often now." Tamanna commented to her sister, as she was peeling the ginger.

"Well," Rashida temporarily paused chopping of onions and looked towards her sister. "Yes. I suppose we are. Does that bother you?"

Was it my imagination or was there some irritation in Rashida's tone?

"You are quite loud, both of you." Tamanna had an evil grin on her face. "There's only a curtain covering the entrance to your room, you know! And how many times is he fucking you every night, baji? Twice? Thrice? Last night he fucked you thrice!"

"Look." Rashida resumed chopping. "I know... it is a little... um... loud. I am sorry, but at my age... if I am having a little fun... after so many sacrifices I made for you all... then what's the issue? I have sacrificed MY LIFE and my youth so you and amma can have a comfortable life!"

"No, no." Tamanna immediately changed her tone and tried to mollify her older sister. "I was just pulling your leg, baji."

"It doesn't sound like that." Rashida was still upset and angry. "And why are you asking me if I am having sex with Tarek? He is going to be your jeeju after all! It is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!"

For some time no one spoke, but Tamanna couldn't keep quiet.

"Um... when we last spoke... before you visited us... you never mentioned sex with him?" Tamanna pointed out. "You always said you spanked him or punished him. He was your slave. Now... he is your lover?"

"He is still my slave, and it is again NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS." Rashida again paused and turned to her younger sister. "As you can see... I still beat him. We ALL punish him. Didn't I just spank him last night?"

"But you never said you fucked him, baji. I am just... wondering. That's all."

"Er... yes." Rashida paused for a bit and then nodded. "It just... happened."

"Is that why you are not allowing me to play with him?" Tamanna prodded. "Because now he is not just your slave... but something more? Is he really going to become my jeeju, as you said?"

"What do you mean I don't allow you to play with him?" Rashida retorted, skillfully ignoring the question. "You play with his nunu and his balls every morning! You slap him!"

"That's not what I mean, baji, and you know it. I am talking about fucking him. You know I am a virgin. There's hardly any man here in this village close to this age. I wanted to fuck Tarek, and you stopped me."

She wanted to fuck me...

"Look." Rashida once again collected her thoughts before speaking. "When I first decided to bring Tarek here and share him with all of you, I looked at him differently. He was my slave, and I did love him, but as a young man I have cared for my whole life. Yes... he always said how much he loved me, and wanted to marry me, and have sex with me, but I never returned that feeling. Why should I spoil his life? I am a maid, a servant, a low-class woman, and an older man. He is a young man from a prominent family who will find a good match in society, marry that girl, and raise a respectable family. This is why I always told him marriage with me was out of the question."

"So, baji," Tamanna asked, "What changed?"

"I don't know." Rashida seemed genuinely confused. "I guess... I have started to also love him... in a different way. Initially I told him I was ready to be his wife, but our marriage must be secret, so he can marry a proper respectable girl. But when I found out that he is really ready to stand against his own family for me... I can't help it, Tamanna. Initially it was all fun and games, but now... I have really started to see him as my future husband. So... yes... you are right. He WILL be your jeeju."

For some time, the ladies remained silent, absorbing what Rashida had just confessed.

"This is why," Tamanna finally spoke, "You don't want me to enjoy him... sexually."

Rashida looked at her and nodded.

"He will be your real jeeju." Rashida repeated. "I am ok for now... with you slapping him, or treating him as a slave, or even playing with his nunu... but... sex... is a no-no. He is NOT to fuck you. And of course, YOU ARE NOT TO FUCK HIM."

"You know amma makes him eat her out daily." Tamanna continued to argue. "And she also kisses him and makes out with him. She told me so herself."

"I know." Rashida sighed. "I tried to have a talk with her, but she is set in her ways."

"Allow me one day to play with jeeju by myself, baji." Tamanna pleaded. "Please. You are not married yet. I won't bug you after that. And by play... I mean fuck. Please, baji."

For a long time, Rashida looked at her sister. Then she resumed chopping of the onions.

"I will think about it." Rashida grunted. "I will talk to Tarek about it too."

"Thank you, thank you!" Tamanna gushed. She too started to peel her ginger, before looking up again. "Tell me, baji, how do you pleasure jeeju so much? I can hear you both... and he keeps it up so long!"

"Well..." Rashida had the good sense to blush. "Not only does Tarek love me, but I know a few ways to keep a man aroused in bed too!"

"Oh, please share!"

"Well, for starters, I kiss his neck and let him kiss mine." Rashida told her sister. "Many women don't know that even men like to be kissed there. Whenever I can feel his dick started to soften a little, I nibble around his neck and kiss him slowly. Then I move towards his chest and then back to the neck. It turns him on like anything!"

"Wow."

"Even his ears." Rashida continued. "I gently lick them or kiss them. Sometimes I whisper about how naughty he is and how much I will spank him!"

"You are really surprising." Tamanna laughed. "I still have a lot to learn about men! All I know is they love their penis to be touched."

"Well, that is there." Rashida acknowledged. "But... also... the shaft of the penis. Don't confuse it with a hand job, but just gently run your fingers from the tip of a man's penis to down below. And his testicles! A lot of women have mastered the art of hand job but a lot of them still may not know that a man's balls are equally sensitive. I make sure to touch Tarek's balls gently to make him feel like he is on top of the world!"

"Baji. I am serious about that one day. If I am going to lose my virginity, I want it to be with Tarek." Tamanna reiterated her request. "Please think about it."

Rashida looked at her sister.

"I will think about it." She finally replied. "But I can tell you right now I am not inclined to it. You better find another man, Tamanna."

I decided this was the time I entered the kitchen.

"Bua." I said, as I stepped in the kitchen. "I was just coming in, and I couldn't help but overhear your conversation."

As both ladies looked at me with rapt attention, I turned to Tamanna.

"Apu, you are a very sexy and desirable young lady." I confessed. "Anyone would love to make love to you. However, I... your humble family slave... I am in love with your older sister... my dear bua... Rashida. At this point, I can only think of her. Please don't mind."

* * *

For the next seven days, I had the best week of my life.

Every morning and afternoon, I got punished by Tamanna. I guess she was still angry I didn't want to fuck her. But I didn't care.

That because... every night, I fucked Rashida. At least twice. We were like newlyweds, exploring each other's bodies and being completely enamoured with each other throughout the night. That was why I was late in waking up, missing my chores and getting punished by Tamanna.

I didn't mind, because I was fucking my love every chance we got.

Then, on the seventh day, the email came that would change it all.

* * *

I read the email a few times. I had expected it for some time, and finally... finally... it was here. For some time, I didn't know what to do. Then I hit the print button, and heard the printer in the village computer cyber café begin to whir. Once I had printed the email, I logged out and went to pay for the service. I started to plan on how I would break the news to Rashida.

By the time I returned home it was just after sunset. Rashida and Dania were seated in the living room, both of them reading. Dania liked to read a newspaper in the evenings, and Rashida often perused the film magazines I would get for her. Tamanna was in her room, listening to music.

"Bua." I knelt down at her feet. As Rashida watched me, curious, I prostrated over and kissed her feet. "My dear bua, I am your humble slave. I have something to ask of you."

I kissed her toes again and remained bent over. 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.

"Damad ji." Dania laughed. "Do you know why my daughter is twisting your ear?"

"Er... no, amma. But I am your slave - all of you. You can punish me any time, amma."

"You were a little late in returning from the cybercafé, baba." Rashida told me, twisting my ear.

"I am sorry, my dear bua."

As her mother watched with an amused expression, Rashida continued to give me a kaan dola.

"Baba, just because we are having sex every night..." Rashida scolded me, as she sharply pulled my ear, "... does not mean you get to be negligent in your duties."

"Yes, bua. I am sorry."

"When we are married, we may be having sex often." Rashida painfully twisted my ear. "But again, I am still your mistress, and you still have to report to me when you are supposed to."

"I understand, bua. I am so sorry, my dear bua."

Rashida then let go of my ear.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Go apologize to my mother." Rashida told me, after sharply slapping my cheeks.

"Yes, bua."

"Amma." I crawled over to where Dania was seated and knelt down at her feet. I then prostrated over and kissed her feet. "My dear amma, I am so sorry for being late."

I kissed Dania's toes again and remained bent over. Just like Rashida had done, I felt Dania's fingers on my ear, and then felt my earlobe being pinched harshly between her forefinger and thumb.

"Damad ji." Dania laughed as she gave me a painful kaan dola. "As my daughter said, even after you become my son-in-law, you will remain our slave. And we expect you to not be late."

"Yes, amma. I am sorry, amma."

SLAP!

SLAP!

After I was slapped, I once again kissed Dania's feet, and then crawled back to Rashida.

"Tell me, Tarek." Rashida looked at me and smiled. "What did you want?"

"Bua." I took a deep breath and then let it all out. "I have to go back to Kolkata... just for a few days. With your permission, of course."

"I see." Rashida's face was stoic. "Why?"

"A few of my friends are leaving for USA." I told her. "These are my childhood friends. You know them - Ravi, Maqsood, Sameer, Bilqis... all of them got their visas. This week there will be a lot of farewell parties and get-togethers. After this... we don't know when we will see each other again. They are going to the USA for their Masters. Some are going to Canada, and two to Australia. I want to meet all my friends before they leave. With your permission, of course, my dear lovely bua."

"Of course, Tarek." Rashida gave me a soft smile. "It is a perfectly reasonable request. When will you leave, and when will you be back?"

"Oh, thank you, bua!" Immediately I went down and again kissed her feet in gratitude, before answering her question.

"I wanted to leave this Friday, bua." I told her. "That's in... three days. The very early morning train, so I can be in Kolkata by late evening. And I... I should be in Kolkata... for a week... my dear bua... before I have to... leave."

Perhaps it was my imagination, but I thought I saw Rashida raise one eyebrow, just for a little while, as I told her my plans. Did she know? Was it my choice of words?

... I should be in Kolkata for a week before I have to leave...

"Of course, baba." Rashida told me. "Now, I have a few rules for you for the next three days. Before you leave, of course."

"Er... of course, my dear bua."

"When I am done, you will go to our room, and strip." Rashida ordered. "I want you back here, fully naked. For the next three days, you will remain naked."

"Er... yes, bua."

"You will be in Total Slave mode, Tarek. For every little thing you will ask my permission, and I will be very strict about this."

"Yes, bua."

"Now go to our room and strip. And then come back here to help me prepare for dinner. You don't have to go to Nasima's tonight."

The next three days were pure ecstasy for me. Being completely naked around the three women in the house made me feel extremely vulnerable and heightened my sense of submission to this family. It did not matter that I was the privileged son of a rich family, and this was the family of my mere maid servant. The reality was that I was my maid servant's slave boy, and now the slave of her family. They could do whatever they wanted with me.

In those three days, all of them punished me. Tamanna would call me "jeeju" and punish me for being aroused whenever I was around her.

"Jeeju, you refused to fuck me, so you shouldn't get hard around me." She would scold me, naughtily, while holding my ears, before asking me to kneel in front of her and present my cheeks to her. "You need some slaps from your saali, my dear jeeju."

Dania would lovingly refer to me as "damad ji" even as she made me lick her buttocks. She would often call me to her room, gather up the folds of her sari and roll it up.

"Lick my asshole, damad ji." She would order. "Make it wet."

We seemed to have a higher number of guests in those three days, and I would have to serve them, remaining fully naked. Begum Lamia, Rakhi, Bushra, others from the village. All ladies... snickering, giggling, laughing... when they saw me servile state. Dania seemed to revel when we had the guests, calling me "damad ji, come here" and having me attend to them, fully exposed and vulnerable. The ladies would sometimes stroke me, laugh at me getting hard, and make fun of my penis.

And then of course there was Rashida, my beloved. I was caned. I was spanked. I was slapped. I was lashed. My ears were twisted. I sucked her butthole. I kissed her feet. I kissed her ass. I drank her urine. I remained on the floor as her footstool.

And I did all this... lovingly... willingly... because I loved her. And she loved me. Every time she hugged me after punishing me, I would cry. Tears would flow down my face as I would hug Rashida back warmly. I would forget that I was naked, and my maid servant was clothed. I ignored the fact that I was being humiliated by my servant's family. I completely let it go that I was their slave. I also willingly forgot that in this village I occupied the lowest rung on the ladder. Every time Rashida comforted me, I would forget that Rashida, my maid servant, had stripped me naked and caned me in front of others from the village.

All I knew was that I lost myself in the moment. I lost myself in Rashida's embrace. I wrapped my arms around her waist and squeezed her tightly and buried my face in her gargantuan boobs. And at night... oh... those nights!

We fucked often. We fucked at night before going to sleep. We fucked right after we woke up. We fucked in the middle of the night when either of us got up. We fucked in the middle of the day whenever she felt like it.

"Come, baba." She would order me, holding me by the ear, twisting it sharply. "Let's go to our room. I need your cock in my pussy."

"Yes, bua."

It didn't matter if we had guests, or if Dania or Tamanna were there. I would be led, naked, by the ear, to our room. Once in the room, we would make love. Loudly. Passionately. For a long time. Sometimes the curtain would remain open.

I saw Tamanna looking, once, biting her lips jealously, as I pummelled her sister's love canal with my manhood. Then my knees started to buckle and my ass stiffened, even as my balls tightened.

"Oh, my dear bua!" I grunted, as I began to ejaculate inside Rashida. "Oh, my lovely bua! I love you so much!"

I didn't care who knew it. Who saw it. It was the best three days of my life.

* * *

The train whistled loudly, waking me up. I glanced at the time on my cell. In an hour I would be in Kolkata, and then another forty minutes of a cab ride later, in my house.

My mind went back to another train whistle. Then, almost two months ago, I travelled with Rashida to her village. On that day I had been with Rashida, and the ticket collector Nidhi, inside a similar train compartment. That time it had been travelling north, and I was going to an unknown destination, with Rashida, to be used as her personal sex slave, and the maid of her family.

It had been quite eventful... these past few weeks. I had sex with with Rashida. Finally. Eventually. And it was awesome. And it was as good as I had always dreamed it would be. I had finally conquered her.

I had been spanked. Slapped. Caned. Whipped. Urinated upon. For almost two months I was the slave of my maid's family. I had been stripped naked and paraded in the nude. Village women had laughed, giggled, snickered, and mocked my humiliation. I had been punished by some, and in front of some. And it was all worth it... just to be with Rashida.

And now I was leaving her. Leaving the village. Leaving this part of my life behind. An hour to Kolkata. Of course, cell service had returned quite a while ago, and I had spent some time catching up with friends who I hadn't called or spoken to in more than a month. Now I called my mother.

"Mummy." I greeted her. "How are you?"

"Tarek?" My mother's voice was surprised. "Is everything ok? I thought you said there was no cell service in the village."

"I am actually on the train, Mummy." I told her. "I am going to reach Kolkata in about an hour."

"Oh." Now my mother was really surprised. "I thought you were not going to return for another month! What happened? Is everything ok?"

"Oh yes, of course." I soothed her. "A few friends had emailed me. Ravi and Maqsood... you know... they got their US visa. They are leaving for Harvard. Sameer is going to Australia. And Bilqis - she is leaving for Canada. Since most of my friends are also leaving town, we all decided to meet up this week. So, I wanted to return to Kolkata and attend our get-togethers. I will be in town for a week."

"Oh." My mother was still processing all of this. "Baby, I am at your khala's tonight. I won't be home tonight... but was planning to return tomorrow. Now that I know you are here..."

"Mummy, please." I insisted. "Keep your plan. I will be fine for one night. I will see you tomorrow morning."

"Are you sure, baby? I can easily change my plans."

"No, Mummy. Please. I will see you tomorrow morning."

I then called our home. As I knew, Zarine - the new young maid servant - would pick up the phone.

"Baba!" Zarine's bright and cheerful voice greeted me. "This is a surprise! Where are you? Are you getting cell phone in Rashida apa's village?"

"I am actually returning home for a week." I told her. "I am on the train now. In about an hour I will be pulling into Kolkata."

"Oh." I could almost hear Zarine think. "I will make something for you then. What would you like to eat?"

"You." I told her.

For a moment no one spoke.

"Oooooh, baba!" Zarine laughed. "What will your dear bua say?"

I took a deep breath.

"Zarine." I took my young maid servant's name. "Make some malai chicken kabab for me. I will come home and eat. And then I will take a shower. Make sure the geezer is running, and the water is hot. And... Zarine... you will be in the shower with me."

"My, my!" I heard her laugh. "Our little slave boy seems to have grown up."

I fucked Zarine that night. There was a reason I really didn't insist for my mother to return home that night... so I could have the house, and Zarine, to myself all night.

Ever since Zarine started working here, we both had known it would only be a matter of time before Zarine and I would have sex. She was 19 years old, in full bloom of youth, slender and attractive. I was the rich young and handsome man who was the son of her employer. Zarine and I had kissed before. She had given me blowjobs before.

Even when she had punished me, it was because Rashida had asked Zarine to. Zarine had hardly ever punished me on her own. She loved to tease me, often coming to my room and stroking me until I was very hard or making me kiss her cheeks. She rarely slapped me of her own accord or even pulled my ear. She often masturbated me, without Rashida's knowledge.

Now that Rashida wasn't here, we dropped all pretense of me being her slave, and she my mistress. That night, I was the employer, and she was the maid. I was the young man and she was the seductress. I had the dick and she had the pussy.

We had sex twice even as we talked and cuddled into the wee hours of the night. Before I finally fell asleep, she crawled between my legs, tied up her hair, and gave me another blowjob. In the morning, I dragged her into her own room and took her from behind. There was a wooden desk in her room. Since Zarine was a young girl of university age, my mother had enrolled her in some classes for an education. There was a school here that educated only young maid servants. Thus, my parents had given Zarine a small wooden desk for studying.

Once, sometime ago, Zarine had stripped me, and then had made me bend over that desk, before giving me a furious caning on my buttocks. This time I stripped her, made her bend over the same desk, and took her ass. She cried a little, just like I had when I had been caned, but she took it gamely. The we both went to the shower, where we fucked again like rabbits.

Thankfully we finished right before my mother showed up.

* * *

I glanced at my drawer on the desk and opened it. Inside was a small lockbox. I slowly adjusted the combination - it was Rashida's birthday, of course. There was a small click, and the box opened. I took out the items.

There was a train ticket. It would have been the original train ticket I had gotten for Rashida to go see her mother - the same ticket I told her I didn't get. If you remember, for the next ten days after that, she had severely punished me. She had made me kneel, twisted my ear, and slapped me. Rashida must have slapped my left cheek at least fifteen times consecutively, while scolding me and holding my right ear with my other hand. Then she had let go and repeated my punishment with the other ear.

Zarine had walked into my room to see the sight of me - the son of the master of the house - kneeling at my maid servant's feet, while my maid servant held my ear with one hand and was slapping my very red cheeks with the other hand. This is when Rashida had asked Zarine to take me to her room and cane me well.

For the next ten days the maids had punished me severely. I was in Rashida's room every night, kissing the licking her asshole, getting slapped, getting spanked, getting caned. Yet, there was one positive.

Rashida had been with me instead of being away in the village. I needed to spend as much time that summer with Rashida, because I knew I would be going away. I would not be with Rashida for a long time. And it was because of the next thing I withdrew from that small lockbox.

A letter from a university. I picked it up. I held the piece of paper in my hand and then walked back towards the dining room, where my mother was seated, sipping her tea.

"This is the letter." I showed her. "Harvard has offered me full scholarship for my business degree. Along with residence."

"This is from March." My mother commented, as she read the letter. "So, while you argued with me about staying on in India, you actually had applied to an American university, just like how I had asked you to."

"Yes." I nodded. "Only to Harvard though. And I wasn't really expecting them to accept. No one gets into the master's program in business without work experience, and I am just finishing my undergraduate. But they looked at my marks, my experience in managing our family business, and gave me not only an acceptance, but full scholarship."

My mother's face, while beaming at the news, also had a frown of worry.

"But you need to apply for a US visa now." She stated. "That takes time. And classes begin in September. That is... two weeks from now."

"Why do you think I suddenly came back to Kolkata, Mummy?" I asked her. "I had already applied for the visa some time ago. This week... I got an email. I have to go to Delhi to collect the visa from the embassy."

"Oh." My mother's eyes suddenly became big. "OH! You have the VISA!!! OH MY GOODNESS!!"

Suddenly she had gotten up, walked over to where I was standing and hugged me tightly.

"My little boy is all grown up!" She tousled my hair. "Oh, I am going to miss you so much!"

"Mummy!" I cringed. "Come on! I am a grown boy now."

"You will always be my little boy." She grinned and stood back. "So, when are you leaving for the States? Boston, is it?"

"Yes." I nodded. "I had my tickets ready before I applied for the visa. I will leave next Monday. A week from now."

... I should be in Kolkata for a week before I have to leave...

"We have so much to do." My mother decided to get busy. "We have to tell all our relatives. We probably need to throw a big party. I need to decide a date... oh, does Rashida know?"

Suddenly my mother's eyes looked sharply at me.

"Er... no." I mumbled and then admitted. "I didn't have the heart to tell her. She doesn't know."

"Hmmm." My mother took a deep breath and then nodded. She understood. "OK... I won't call her back now. Let her enjoy her time with her mother. And what about Delhi? The apartment."

"I already spoke with Papa." I replied. "I don't... obviously... need the apartment in Delhi now. And about the business..."

"Yes?" My mother raised an eyebrow.

"I took a look at the books. Papa should do what he originally planned... sell the business while it's still profitable." I gave my mother some sincere advice. "It will get tougher with the new government's liberalization program. And the change in personnel. So let him sell it... he has some buyers already lined up. And with the money... invest in real estate. That will be more profitable."

My mother nodded.

"I agree. I have been saying this to him for a long time now. But he wanted you to take over..."

My mother then walked over and gave me a hug.

"I am so glad you listened to me, and you are going to USA. I always wanted you to study abroad."

"Yes, Mummy."

* * *

There is not much to say. A week later, I left for Boston, USA. That whole week was spent with friends, relatives, and parties. And at night, every night, with Zarine. That whole week I must have fucked Zarine more than twenty times. I know because we had finished one whole box of condoms. And more.

Zarine did ask me a couple of times about Rashida. I shushed her, and then I fucked her. Again.

Rashida was right. Rashida had always been right. I belonged to the upper class of our society. She was a mere housemaid. The class structure was ingrained, and in the end, it was too hard to fight society's unwritten laws. She was from a different world than me. If I married her, I would lose my friends, my family, and my wealth. One time, she had said something to me.

"Baba. You are thinking with your little nunu." Rashida had once told me, giving my ear a firm pull. "When it comes time, you will realize that you are a slave to your society, just like me. You will fuck me, and that is it. We both know our places in society, baba, and it is better for society we stay in our places."

It was only in her village, when I had read the email about my US visa, that I realized she was correct. I had fucked her. I enjoyed our kink. But I was a young man with the world in front of me. Did I really want to spoil it just to continue fucking my maid?

Rashida would understand, I hoped. If she loved me, she would see it my way.

And so, I went off to Boston without a second thought. I started my life as an international student in the US, and soon I got into the hang of things. My close friend Ravi was with me, in the same program, and soon we made new friends. I even got a part time job in the school café, even though I didn't need to.

I had thought I would want to return to India over Christmas, but there were school projects to do and things to take care off. It was the next summer - a year later - that I returned to India for a whole two months.

A lot had changed in that one year. For one, Zarine was now a year older, and even more pretty. We fucked almost every night, even though she had a boyfriend. And another, bigger change - to my utter shock, and despair, Rashida was no longer employed in my parents' house.

"Her mother's health took a turn for the worse." Zarine told me. "So, she gave in her notice and left. Your mother tried to keep her and even told her she can come back any time, but it's been eight months since Rashida had gone."

I tried to find her, but letters to her village residence came back to me with a message "the person no longer lives here". Her cell phone number had been disconnected. Her best friend Farida refused to give me her present address. When I went to meet her to ask her, she slapped me.

SLAP!

"You broke Rashida's heart." Farida told me, slapping me again. "Get away from me."

The vegetable lady, Shabina, treated me similarly. One day she was in the kitchen, and my parents were away, I asked her if she could put me in touch with Rashida. She put down the basket and grabbed me by the ears.

"Tarek!" She hissed, while giving me a painful kaan dola. "You will stay away from Rashida. Far away."

Dejected, I gave up attempts to find Rashida. I continued to fuck Zarine every night. At the end of the summer, I returned to USA.

* * *

It has now been fifteen years.

I am a US citizen now. I live in New York. My parents visit me from time to time, urging me to get married. And I am still single. At the ripe old age of 40.

Sometimes Rashida's words come back to haunt me.

"Baba." She had once asked me, tugging my ear painfully. "I am a dominant female. I assert my power over you, despite being your maid and servant, because I want to be in control. Do you think you can handle that all your life? Your own wife, a lowly formerly house maid, slapping you, spanking you? Every day?"

"Yes, bua." I sometimes reply to that moment, even though decades had passed. "I do."

Perhaps this was my punishment. Despite lots of success and wealth, despite a line of girlfriends through the years, I had never found The One. And how could I? I had found her years ago. I let her go. My dear Rashida.

I still went to India from time to time. Every time I went there, I fucked Zarine. Even though she was now another man's wife, and a mother of three beautiful kids. Over the last fifteen years, Zarine had put on some weight, especially near her belly and her hips, and a strand of her hair had started to go white, but she still retained her spunk and vigor and her youthful nature. Even though she now lived with her husband (a lowly peon at a government office), she would come in the morning to do her housemaid duties at my parents' place before returning to her home in the evening. Yet, every time I visited India, she would make the time, telling her husband she had to spend the next two or three weeks at my parents' place. She would then dutifully present herself to me, go down on her knees, and service me with each of her holes.

"Your husband is lucky," I told her once, as I fucked her in the ass. "He gets to ravage this booty whenever he wants."

"Baba." Zarine grunted, as I pummeled her rear hole. "I don't let him anywhere near this. It's only for you. Not to mention, baba, today is my anniversary! And here I am, with you."

I felt a little guilty.

"Maybe you should be with your husband, Zarine." I told her. She shook her head.

"No, Baba." Zarine murmured, even as I resumed pounding her. "In the four or five weeks you are here in India, you fuck me more, and far better, than he does the whole year."

Zarine once took me home to her own house. Her kids were in school, and her husband was at work. I fucked her on her marital bed. By now I had stopped using a condom, and the cum ran out of her pussy, down Zarine's thighs all over the bed.

I was grateful for Zarine being there. In an ever-changing world, it was nice to have some one from the 'good' old days.

It was another blast from the past, however, who finally gave me Rashida's contact.

Fifteen years later.

* * *

Rubina was still the same old Rubina. Yes, she had grown older. Her face looked a little bit sterner. Her cheeks were now a little plumper. Her hair showed some white streaks. At the same time, she still retained the figure of her youth - despite the passage of time, and despite four kids. Her eyes still had the same naughtiness, and haughtiness, from all those years ago.

Not to mention, her strength in her fingers. The fingers that now held my left ear in a vice like grip.

I was in India, and we were in my parents' house. They were away, visiting some relative. Zarine was home, and she had brought in Rubina. Rubina looked at me and smiled. Then she walked up to me and caught hold of my ear.

"Oh, er... hi... Rubina." I mumbled, as she twisted my ear.

"It's still choto bua to you, Tarek." Rubina grinned. "Even after all these years, nothing has changed."

She then turned to Zarine.

"Is Rashida apa's old room still furnished?"

"Yes," Zarine replied, stifling a giggle as Rubina continued to twist my ear. "It's mostly used as a guest room now for relatives from the village when they come."

"Let's go there. For old time's sake."

After all these years, once more a maid servant - a former maid servant - was leading me by the ear to the servants' quarters. Rubina maintained a firm hold on my ear, and Zarine followed us. Once we were in Rashida's old room, Rubina let go of my ear and turned and closed the door. There were two chairs and a bed in the room. Zarine sat down on one of them and grinned at me. It was clear she was going to relish this session. It's been fifteen years since I had been punished by a maid servant.

"And you, baba," Rubina turned to me, and her hands went down to my pants, "Start to get undressed."

"Yes, my dear choto bua." I replied.

It was like the old times.

Rubina unbuckled my belt and unzipped me. Her hands lingered for a moment on my manhood, which she felt through my underwear. Then she caught the hem of my pants and pulled it down to my ankles. Then she pulled my underwear down to my ankles as well.

My cock sprang up and almost poked her in the eye. With my pants still at my ankles, Rubina patted my butt.

"It's been a while since I saw this butt, baba." She giggled. "We will start with a bit of hand spanking, baba. We must punish you for the way you ended things with Rashida apa."

Rubina smacked my behind, making my bum jiggle.

"Yes, choto bua. I am so sorry for leaving like that, choto bua. Please forgive me."

Rubina sat down on the other chair.

"I am happy to hear that you have understood why you were wrong, and I appreciate your apology." My former maid servant told me. "You will be glad to know that Rashida apa holds no ill will and has forgiven you long ago - but I must still carry out the punishment. Now, baba, over my knee."

"Yes, my dear choto bua."

I stepped carefully, dragging my pants at my ankles, still wearing a t-shirt, and positioned myself over Rubina's lap. Rubina then turned to Zarine and nodded. Zarine reached out, caught hold of my right ear and twisted it. Rubina caressed my bum, gently patting it a few times.

SPANK!

Rubina raised her hand, cupped it, and brought it crashing down on my bum.

"Ouch!" I cried out.

"There, there, baba." Zarine consoled me, twisting my ear, even as Rubina raised her hand again.

SPANK!

SPANK!

"What do you say, baba?" Rubina asked me testily, as she spanked my again and again.

"I am sorry, choto bua." I answered her. "I ran away from Rashida like a coward. I didn't even let her know what was going on. I must have broken her heart."

"Start counting, baba."

"Yes, choto bua."

SPANK!

"One! I am sorry, choto bua. Please spank me again."

SPANK!

"Two! Please forgive me, choto bua. Please spank me again."

SPANK!

"Three! I am sorry, choto bua. Spank me again, please."

SPANK!

"Four! Please forgive me, choto bua. Spank me again, please."

Rubina continued to spank me until I counted to forty. Meanwhile, Zarine was twisting my ear. After the fortieth spank, Rubina rested her hand on my behind and turned to Zarine.

"Let go of his ear, Zarine."

"Yes, Rubina."

"Baba." Rubina then addressed me, while continuing to gently pat me on my behind. "I am going to need you to stand up now."

"Yes, choto bua."

"Step fully out of your trousers and underwear."

I obeyed her.

"I hope you are NOT GOING to leave them on the floor!" Rubina raised her voice at me. "BE TIDY!"

"Er... yes, choto bua!"

I gathered my pants and underwear and folded them and then placed them on the small side table.

"Your T-shirt too, baba."

"Yes, bua."

I was now completely naked, standing in front of my current maid and former maid in my birthday suit. Rubina stood beside me and held me by my waist.

"Now I want you to climb on this chair," Rubina ordered, "so that you are on your knees on the chair, with your arms resting on the back of the chair, bum out."

"Yes, choto bua." I assumed the position she wanted. Rubina patted my bum.

"It's a nice shade of red, but I think we can make it darker."

With one hand resting on my butt, she used the other to whip off one of her sandals, or chappals. She now held her chappal in the other hand, with her other hand resting on the small of my back.

WHACK!

"Forty-one! Please forgive me, my dear choto bua. I am guilty of not breaking up properly with Rashida. Please forgive me."

WHACK!

"Ouch! Forty-two! I am guilty, my choto bua. Please forgive me and spank me again."

WHACK!

"Forty-three! Please spank me again, bua."

"Get down from the chair," Rubina ordered. "I need you to kiss my feet."

After I had obeyed Rubina, she then gave me a small envelope from her purse.

"This is from Rashida." She told me. "Read it later tonight."

* * *

I had to fuck Zarine hard that night. I wanted to fuck Rubina also, but she made it clear that it wasn't to be. At least not that time.

I first made Zarine give me a blowjob on her knees. Then I fucked her long and hard, kissing and biting on her neck, making her scream. I grabbed her by the hair and spanked her ass. She begged me to take it slow, as her husband was much smaller than me. I almost wished her husband was here to see me cum in his wife. Sometimes I wondered if Zarine's husband knew his wife was submitting herself to me. The poor cuckold!

"Ah, my poor pussy!" Zarine moaned, as I started to cum in her. "Ah baba! You just touch me in places my husband can't!"

Long after Zarine had drained my balls, and gone to sleep, with cum dripping out of each of her holes, did I turn towards my desk where the letter from Rashida awaited me. The envelope had a return address, and I saw it had been postmarked six months ago... to Rubina. So, Rashida had written to Rubina.

I took the letter out from inside the envelope. There was one paper, instructing Rubina to give the letter to me when I was in India. And then there was a second paper.

Addressed to me.

I drew in a breath and then began to read.

Baba. I love you. I will always love you.

I know why you had to go. Deep in my heart, I always knew I would never have you for long. We were from different worlds, baba, you and me. We were never meant to be forever. I cherish whatever time I had with you. All those years... I would not have it any other way.

I know you blame yourself. I know I was angry. For a long time, I was angry, even though I knew it was the right thing to happen. I guess I had finally started to believe we would have a future. But I am not angry anymore.

As I said, I will always love you, my dear Tarek. I hope you are well.

Yours, always.

Bua.

It was Rashida's handwriting. I could recognize it anywhere. For some time, I stared at the letter. Then I read it again.

And then slowly, I started to cry.

THE END