“This is not something good you tried to do, baba,” Rashida stated. “I will have to think about this. Wait here.”
She turned to leave the room, and then turned back to command me in a very cold voice. “I don’t want to see you MOVE from that chair, OK, Tarek? Otherwise it won’t be good for you.”
She left. To my surprise, I realized my penis was throbbing, slowly rising again. Her commanding voice and domineering nature was completely turning me on! I decided to disobey her and crept to the door, trying to hear what was happening.
Rashida went to the kitchen, where Rubina was cutting some vegetables. I heard the two maids talking. Taking my chance, I decided to clothe myself. Whatever the situation, it wouldn’t do good to remain undressed. I was already in my underwear, so I started to wear my pants when I heard the front door slam — and I froze. What happened? Did my parents come back?
“Didn’t I tell you NOT TO MOVE?” It was Rashida, and she was back at my door. There was anger in her eyes and steel to her voice.
“Oh, bua! I…” I started to mumble something, and then dropped my trousers. “I thought …”
“I just sent Rubina to the market, to fetch something.” Rashida announced. So the door I had heard shutting was Rubina leaving for the market.
“Rubina won’t be back for at least an hour. And then I return to find you ….” Rashida stopped speaking in mid-sentence and looked at me. Again, a slow smile crept to her pouty lips. And then, to my surprise, she turned around as if to exit the room, her back now to me.
“I think,” Rashida announced, as she was leaving my room, “I better tell your parents and let them deal with this.”
Oh no, no! In a trice I was on my knees, throwing my arms around her legs.
“No, no bua! Please don’t! I beg of you. Please have mercy on me. Please don’t tell my parents!” I blubbered. “I will do anything, ANY thing! I am so sorry, bua. Please have mercy on me!”
“Idiot!” Rashida had turned around and once again there was fury in her chubby face. “I almost fell!”
“I am so sorry, bua!” I continued to apologize, kneeling on the floor at her feet and looking up at her gigantic melons. “Please, I will do anything for you. Please forgive me, and have some mercy!”
“Hmm.” Rashida slowly bent over so her bulbous breasts were now inches away from my face. I noticed she did not tell me to get up — she liked me on the floor, on my knees, begging her for forgiveness and mercy.
“Baba!” She said. “I told you not to move from the chair, yet you got up and so you disobeyed me. What happens to boys who disobey their elders?”
Gulp! I swallowed. “Er, bua, they get punished?”
“Exactly!” Rashida beamed. “And before that, I caught you masturbating. Masturbating! What happens to boys with little dicks who get caught masturbating by their maids?”
“Um, they get punished?” I looked at her eyes, hoping for an answer.
“Correct again! Now,” Rashida smiled now, “Would you rather let your parents know about this and punish you, or would you rather not let them know, but get punished by me, your maid servant?”