Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... said the same thing to me. Again. Do you remember?"

Rashida looked at my mother, paused and then nodded.

"Boys like Tarek usually need a strong woman to take him in hand and keep him in line." Rashida repeated her line. "Usually the mother, or an aunt, has to do it.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."

"Yes, yes." My mother smiled. "But I was never able to do it, Rashida. I was too soft. And I never punished him. But ... I remember ... Which is why when you told me again to be firm with him, I said ... I can't Rashida. Maybeyou can be the firmness he needs."

There was a bit of a pause after this.

"Do you remember, saying, Rashida ..." My mother was trying to recollect, "Memsaab, if Tarek's mother or one of his aunts are not doing it, perhapsI should do it."

Once more a silence, before Rashida replied, "Yes,memsaab. I did say that. But you know,memsaab ... I was just speaking out loud."

My mother smiled.

"Rashida." She said. "I knew I could never be strict with my son. But something remarkable happened after that day."

Rashida remained silent, so my mother continued.

"Tarek was getting insolent when that incident happened." She spoke. "All of a sudden, he was no longer arrogant or brash, but respectful. It was a drastic change. I noticed it but didn't say anything. He started to pay more attention to his studies, ...

... and his marks improved ... all in his final year of school, before starting university. I know that you because of you, Rashida."

"Oh, no,memsaab. Not me, definitely."

"Oh, don't be modest, Rashida. You have ... somehow ... kept my son in line, even where I couldn't. That day, after the teacher had called me, and I had talked to you, I was worried. But soon, Tarek was doing well at school, and he was becoming a very respectful boy to his teachers. Even the same teacher had said so at the end of the year. I knew right then, that you had something to do with it. You MUST HAVE ... punished ... him. Taken him in hand, as you often wanted me to do. I knew you must have done it, but I kept quiet."

Rashida didn't reply immediately. I felt she was weighing up exactly what to say. I was now deathly scared at what my mother was implying. I thought ... all this time ... all these years ... what went on between me and Rashida ... no one else knew, other than the maids. And here was my mother, putting two and two together.

"I remember ... even when he was in university ... whenever I felt Tarek was on the wrong track, I would talk to you." My mother continued. "And whenever I talked to you, soon the problem would be fixed. Like initially when I knew he was ... he was ... playing with himself ... all the time."

My jaw dropped. I thought I had kept my masturbation during my high school years a secret. Looks like my mother knew! Not only that ... she had complained to Rashida ...