“Oh, of course, you, bua, you!” I was so relieved that Rashida was not going to report me to my parents that the words came out of my mouth like a torrent. “Please punish me. Please slap me, bua, please cane me, please whip me! Do anything, bua! I would rather be punished by you! It would be a dream …”
I shut up, biting what I was about to say. I always had a fascination with big and powerful women, and here I was placing myself at the mercy of my maid servant.
“Well, Tarek, you are at my feet begging me for mercy. At the feet of your maid servant! Show me, baba, just how desperate you are for my mercy!”
I looked up at her, puzzled. I was kneeling on the floor, nearly naked, just in my underwear, looking up at her. Rashida slightly pulled the hem of her sari, exposing her ankles and her feet.
“Go ahead, Tarek. Kiss my feet. Kiss the feet of your lowly maid servant.”
I glanced down and saw her feet in the house sandals. Slowly, almost like a zombie, I bent my head down and pressed my lips to her toes. Oh, her skin felt so soft, and I felt so humbled, as I paid homage to her feet.
“Kiss them, lick them and lick them clean.” Rashida ordered.
After the first moment when I kissed her toes, I lost any inhibitions I had. I was swept up in the moment, and succumbed to my passion. I pressed my lips against each of her toes and pecked them. I flicked out my tongue and licked her feet clean.
Suddenly Rashida reached out and grabbed my right ear. She twisted it hard, so hard that I cried out “Ow”. Rashida pulled me to my feet by the ear.
“I am going to punish you, as I see fit, when I see fit.” She told me, pinching my earlobe hard with her fingers. “I will punish you whenever I want, however I want. Is that ok with you, baba?”
“Yes, bua, yes. Please punish me as you like bua, I am all yours to be punished. You do what you want to me, bua. I will be your slave, bua. I am at your mercy. Oh, ow! My ear!” I caught her hand as she continued to twist my ear. “Bua, it hurts.”
“Oh, it will hurt, baba.” Rashida said grimly. “Don’t touch my hands baba, for that will cost you extra punishment.”
She gave my ear another pull. I dropped my hands to my side, wondering what I had gotten myself into. I was also extremely turned on by the thought of this big, chubby, beautiful maid with big breasts dominating me. My phallus started to rise again and poked its head through the slit in my underwear. Rashida saw it.
“Baba, we will have to do something about your little nunu.”
While she was twisting my ear with one hand, her other hand lingered for a moment on my manhood, which she felt through my underwear. I was getting harder by the second.
Rashida then grabbed both of my ears, one with each hand. Now each of my ears was being twisted and pulled. I was getting what we call in Bengali a proper kaan dola. I was now dark red, blushing furiously, my face flushed with shame and mortification. Rashida then stopped wrenching my ears.
“Baba, now tell me why I will punish you first. Start with you disobeying me.”