“I heard my name too.” Rashida reminded me, her fingers cupping my balls.
Shamed-facedly, I told Rashida the truth. “I was thinking of you and Mrs. Patel. You both had ordered me to strip, and were using me as a slave boy.”
I didn’t tell Rashida about how they were measuring my penis.
“Well,” Rashida smiled. “I don’t know how I will be using you as a slave boy, but I will think about it. For now, it’s your pasa (ass) that is going to get some action. Go, get me that ruler.”
She pointed to a ruler I had on my desk. Silently I picked it up and handed it to Rashida, who grabbed it with her right hand.
Still sitting on the bed, her left hand again lingered for a moment on my manhood, which she felt through my underwear. Then she placed her fingers on the edge of my underwear, and with one tug of her hand, pulled it down to my ankles.
An acute feeling of abject embarrassment and humiliation hit me like a shock wave. For the first time in years, someone was seeing me completely naked. My naked manhood, turgid and hard, was there in front of her, fully exposed. With my underwear still at my ankles, Rashida patted my bum.
“You have a very nice pasa, baba. Very fleshy and spankable.”
“Er … thank you, bua.”
“We will begin with a bit of spanking with this ruler, baba.” She said, smacking my behind with her hand and making my bum jiggle.
“Yes, bua.”
“Ok, baba. Over my knee.”
“Yes, bua.”
Rashida grabbed me and pulled me on to her lap. My ass was now completely naked, protruding up, and I was totally helpless and exposed, ready to be paddled. My penis was buried between her legs as I lay over her knees, awaiting my punishment. Rashida placed her free hand on my butt, slowly patting it.
“Baba, you do know it’s wrong for you to think of me that way. I have seen you since you were a kid.”
“Yes, bua.” I answered in what I thought was an apologetic voice. “I am ashamed of myself. Please forgive me.”
“I am like a mother to you, Tarek.” Rashida continued to scold me, caressing my bum. “Yet here you are, on my knees, naked and ready for a spanking because you were thinking of me while masturbating. What will your parents say if they find out?”
“I am so sorry, bua.” I was truly alarmed, and started to beg her again. “Please don’t tell my parents. I am really sorry, bua. Please forgive me.”
“Baba, I will start with thirty canings from this ruler.” Rashida told me, completely ignoring my abject apology. “Please count them out loud.”
“Er … yes, bua.”
I next felt her hand stroking my upturned bottom, then SWAT! It surprised me and all I said was “Ouch.”
“Baba, you forgot to count that caning, so I will repeat it after you apologize. Do you understand?”
“I am so sorry, Rashida.” I replied.
SWAT! SWAT!
I felt two hard quick swats as Rashida said, “From now on, you will ALWAYS address me as bua, and NEVER call my by name. Those two canings will also not count.”
“Yes, bua, I am so sorry, bua, I do understand.” I started to babble. “Do I need to apologize after each caning, and ask for another one as well, bua? Please do forgive my errors, bua. I have never been punished like this before, bua.”