Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... me,amma." I had recounted. "Suddenly she had let go of my right ear. Reaching out with her right hand this time, she caught hold of my other ear. Giving it a sharp twist, she raised her left hand and began to slap my other cheek."

"How long?"

"It went on for a long while,amma." I admitted. "By the end, my cheeks were stinging - both with pain, and the shame and humiliation of being suddenly punished sharply like this."

What I didn't add was ...by my own maid servant.

"You deserved that humiliation." Dania rebuked me. "Go on."

"After that, amma," I said. "I was taken tochoto bua's room ..."

"Is that ... what's her name ... Zarine?"

"Yes, that is her. And she caned me for the next half an hour."

"How did she do it,baba?"

"I was bent over a desk,amma."

"And then?"

Here I lied a little bit. I of course did not tell her Dania of how I had then massaged Zarine's feet and she had rewarded me with a blowjob.

My next punishment was later that night, I recounted to Dania.

"I went tobua's room around 1030 pm. After I was slapped for a while, I had ... um ..."

I turned to Rashida, unsure whether to say it, but she nodded.

"I had to eatbua's ass out." I told Dania. "And then I was bent over the chair as I was caned by her."

"Did she make you do theMurgha andUthak Baithak, Tarek?"

"Er ... yes. I am sorry ... I had completely forgotten about that,amma." I apologized. "And then I was spanked... I think first with her hand ... and ...

... then she used a hairbrush on me ... And then with herchappal."

"She should punish you like this every day." Dania harrumphed. "And when I see you,baba, I will punish you myself."

"Er ... yes,amma."

So that was the phone call to Dania that Zarine now reminded me about. Her voice brought me back to the present. Zarine was now fondling my genitals, making me harder and harder.

"Rashidaapa's younger sister ... Tamanna." Zarine reflected. "How old is she now? Eighteen? Nineteen? So much younger than you,baba. And yet you may have to kiss her feet or present your bum to her for a caning."

"Er ... it is possible,choto bua."

As she stroked my penis, Zarine then leaned in and said, "Baba, I have a small request to ask of you."

"Your wish is my command,choto bua."

"You sometimes used to call Rubina yourpichchee choto bua." Zarine told me as she now inserted her other hand into my pajamas. Both of her hands now took hold of my manhood again. "I have replaced Rubina as yourchoto bua. So ... you should call me what you used to call her. In addition to 'my lovelychoto bua' and 'my dearchoto bua' and other terms of endearment you called her. You will also say 'mypichchee choto bua'. You DO know what does the wordpichchee mean, right."

"Yes,choto bua." I replied as I got really hard. Zarine knew how to stroke me to almost the point of no return and stop just at the right time.

"Use it in a sentence." Zarine ordered me.

"Er ... I have apichchee nunu." I ...