Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... about it!

"I knew that boys grow up and do it." My mother said. "I always told Tarek's father to have a talk with him ... but he never did. Tarek was in his room ... all the time after coming home from school, and then he would go for a shower. I hinted to you about it. But soon, I knew he wasn't ... playing ... masturbating ... any more ... as often."

As I overheard this exchange, my thoughts went back to an incident five years ago. Rashida had just started to punish me ... it must have been just about after a month of her regularly starting to discipline me.

I was in the kitchen, standing with my face to the wall. Rashida had unbuckled my pants, so there were on the floor around my ankles. Rashida had gently stroked me before beginning her punishment.

If anyone had walked into the kitchen, what a sight would have greeted them! I, the master of the house, standing against the wall, butt naked, and my maid Rashida was fondling my testicles. Rashida had then started to punish me, spanking me with a spatula.

WHAP!

WHAP!

As she hit me, she also began to scold me. As I counted each hit, and thanked her, and asked her to hit me again, Rashida had responded, ""With pleasure,baba. It looks like you will need a lot more over the years to properly rectify your behavior, Tarek."

As she hit me again and again, she had continued, "What was regrettable,baba, was that no one ever punished you while growing up. You have become a spoiled young man, and now it's up to ...

... me to properly train you into a polite, humble gentleman who respects women. An aunt, or your mother, should have done this a long time ago, baba. Now it has fallen to your lowly maid servant to guide you and teach you, Tarek."

Later on, she had sat down on a stool in the kitchen, and I had gone over her lap for a hand spanking.

SPANK!

SPANK!

As she was spanking me, Rashida continued to scold me.

"I was quite fond of you, Tarek." She had said. "You practically grew up in front of me. And I wanted you to be a good boy. That is why now I have to discipline you."

Rashida was clear that she was punishing me for my own betterment, and not as part of some sexual game.

"I am spanking you because I want to teach and lead you to be a better person." She told me, even as I lay naked on her lap, getting a thrashing from her. "It is about focusing your mind. And it is about making you into a stronger man."

"Yes,bua."

And so ... it had continued. It had come to the point that I was allowing my maid servant to punish me as and how she willed. I also recalled her instructing me about masturbation.

"Baba." Rashida had told me. "I know you ... boys ... have to masturbate. It's a disgusting habit. You will do it only with my permission,baba. And I want you to clean up your mess properly. It's disgusting, and I don't want to see a stain on the bed sheet or chair or anywhere."

"Yes,bua."

"And my permission for you to cum," Rashida had said, "Has to be earned ...