Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... with good behaviour, Tarek."

That was around the time when she had started the practice of me reporting to her twice a week at night, Mondays, and Thursdays, for my punishment.

That night, that first Thursday night, Rashida had led me, naked, by the ear, from my room to hers. And then once in her room, she had slapped me again and again until I had tears running down my cheeks.

"Please don't slap me anymore,bua, please don't," I had begged. "Pleasebua, I'll be a good little boy from now on. I will not masturbate without asking you,bua."

"I put limits on your masturbation for your own good, Tarek. And yet you continue to defy me!"

Later on, after my punishment was done, Rashida had sat down on the bed, and then had made me sit, naked, on her lap, where she quizzed me on my masturbation habits even as she played with my testicles. First, she had asked me how often I masturbated.

"Usually, I play with myself about once or twice every day,bua!"

"You should be ashamed of yourself,baba." Rashida had scolded me. "There are two adult female maid servants in the house,baba, and a boy your age, playing with himself in full view! We have to do something about that,baba."

Even now when I think about it, I blush a bright shade of red. It is so humiliating to be in my maid's room, naked, on her lap. being scolded by her for masturbating and having a hardon while that scolding was taking place! And since Rashida had my penis and testicles in her hand, she could ...

... clearly feel my manhood throbbing with everything that she was saying to me.

"We need to tone your masturbation down." She had told me. "You will now masturbate once a week, after I punish you, and once I have given you permission."

"Er ... yes,bua." I had agreed, obviously.

"And later on, we will keep increasing the time between your releases."

I realized now, as I listened to my mother speak to Rashida after all these years, that Rashida had started to regulate my masturbation fromthat time, and my motherhad noticed it.

Somehow.

"He was always so tardy." My mother was speaking. "Now, he is always so punctual with everything I say! He was always such a dirty boy, and now he is so clean and neat. Even ... he used to be a little chubby ... but now ... he is fit and handsome and athletic. I realize, Rashida, whenever I had a problem with him, I used to complain to you. And then ... somehow ... magically, I should say, I would find Tarek's behaviour rectified."

Rashida smartly kept quiet, letting my mother speak. I was also listening with complete concentration. I was wondering exactly what my mother knew, and what she wanted to find out, and what Rashida would tell her.

"Do you remember the time he did very poorly on his mathematics exam in the university." My mother said. "His next semester results were extraordinary. I know it was all due to you, Rashida."

"Memsaab." Rashida finally spoke. "I wouldn't say it is all due to me. And I won't call myself a ...