Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... proper twisting of his ears,memsaab."

"Akaandola?" My mother was surprised. "And he let you ...!"

"I did not give him too much time to think." Rashida recounted. "He was sitting there, completely naked, his penis in his hand, masturbating. Hisnunu was out there, pointing at me. I grabbed both of his ears, one with each hand. Now each of his ears was being twisted and pulled. Tarek was blushing furiously, his face flushed with shame and mortification. It was very humiliating for him, to be punished by his own maid. The servant lady who usually takes his orders, gets him his tea, and makes his bed. And here I was, punishing him for masturbating by twisting his ears, while he was sitting there, naked, and aroused."

My mother was listening with apt attention.

"And he never rebelled against your punishment?" She finally asked. "He just let you ... hold him ... by ear and scold him?"

"I guess." Rashida again chose her words with great care. "Baba had a reverence for me, even though I am a maid. After all, I had seen him grow up since he was a toddler. He was apologizing profusely and telling me how sorry he was. Even as hisnunu was still hard."

"Is that how you disciplined him every time?" My mother asked again.

"More or less." Rashida replied cagily. "Initially, Tarek needed a lot of scolding and punishing. I had thought one scolding incident would have set him straight. The shame of having one's maid servant giving akaandola would be enough to keep any ...

... young man in line. But I was wrong. I had to punish him quite a lot in the first year."

My mother drew in a sharp intake of breath.

"Of course," Rashida then added a lie. "That was a long time ago. Now he doesn't need that - just a stern word here and there."

As if!

"Perhaps, I am better off not knowing all the details after all." My mother finally said. "The only thing I am happy with is that he is now a young man with a bright future all because of your care and attention at that crucial time."

"Oh,memsaab, you are too kind. I did what any loving ... aunt ... or someone like that ... would do."

"No, you are a Godsend, Rashida. I could never have done it, so it wasyou who stepped up. And this is not the only time you helped us." My mother recollected. "I remember you advising us also, when Tarek was just a child, to go to bed early. It saved our marriage."

"You were both over working yourself,memsaab." Rashida replied. "And your marriage was on rocky grounds. I knew if you both went to bed sharply at 9, it would lead to lot of stress going out of your life. No more late nights, by force, and you wake up early, fresh, after a good night's sleep. Both of you."

"It also improved our sex life." My mother replied, with a chuckle.

I groaned again. NO ONE wants to hear about their parent's sex life.

"Memsaab, I was only giving advice that I thought was best." Rashida was modest, but my mother was having none of it.

"I really have to thank you a lot, ...