Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... with my mother. And I stayed here with my father."

I wondered why Zarine was telling me about Saima.

"I am telling you about Saima," Zarine told me, reading my mind, "So you understand why I adore Rashidaapa. I have gotten the love of a sister from her ... and she has lessened the pain of not having Saima around for me. So ... when you disobey her, or when she asks me to punish you ... I am going to listen to her. I love you ...baba ... you are amusing ... but I also love Rashidaapa as a sister."

I nodded.

"This is why you took the job opportunity to work here." I told Zarine. "Even though,choto bua, you are not as much into all of this ... spanking ... and so on ... unlike Rubina."

"Yes," Zarine nodded. "But I have learned. And I think I am now pretty good, am I not?"

Suddenly Zarine's fingers moved from stroking my penis and wrapped around my testicles. She gave my balls a sudden squeeze.

"Ow!" I yelped. "Choto bua!"

"Tomorrow you will be carrying her suitcases and fetching water for her and bringing food from the railway station canteen to her." Zarine continued to cruelly squeeze my balls. "You will be helping her up the stairs on the train while taking care not to ogle her big butt as she walks in front of you. You will be travelling with her to her ancestral village, where you will stay with her and her sister and her mother for a whole month. Does the thought make your littlenunu hard,baba?"

"Er ... yes,choto bua." I managed to gasp. ...

... Zarine loosened her grip on my testicles ... just a little.

"Maybe Rashidaapa will strip you naked and spank you in front of her little sister, or her older mother, eh,baba?"

"I ..." I honestly didn't know what to say.

"Tell me the truth,baba." Suddenly Zarine again held my balls in an iron grip. "Do you want her to?"

"I ... I am hers to use as she sees fit,choto bua."

"She made you apologize to her mother, didn't she?" Zarine asked me. "When you had forgotten to purchase her tickets?"

"Yes." I nodded.

It had been a shameful phone call.

It was the first night when Rashida has spanked me and punished me for not buying the ticket. She had called Dania, her mother, and given me the phone.

"Baba, this is my mother Dania on the line." Rashida told me. "You can call heramma."

"Salaam alaikum,amma!" I greeted her. "Amma" meant mother in Bengali.

I spoke to her for some time, humbly apologizing for not buying Rashida her ticket, and making her miss the family gathering.

"Tell me how she punished you." Dania commanded in a stern voice. "I want you to recount each punishment you had gotten as a result."

"Yes,amma." I gulped. "First, I knelt atbua's feet, and she held by my ear."

"Were you naked, Tarek?"

"Er ... no ...amma.Bua just made me kneel at her feet, and holding me firmly by the ear, she began slapping me."

"How many slaps did you get,baba?"

"Bua must have slapped my left cheek at least fifteen times consecutively, while scolding ...