Day 2

I woke up feeling nice and refreshed. Today would be the first full day I have with my precious, little, submissive, Muslim, Arabian girl. I went to the room I had put her to sleep in. She was lying on her stomach, fast asleep. Her bottom had returned to its regular brown color. She was still wearing nothing but a hijab, which had gotten messed up a little in her sleep. I didn't give her a blanket, so I had a full view of her body as she slept. I watched for a little while, enjoying how cute and peaceful she looked. I then put a hand on her back and then slapped her exposed brown bottom.

SMACK.

She jerked awake and lifted her face up, looking dazed and confused. I kept slapping her little Muslim butt till she fully woke up. She shook under my hand, but I held her down firmly.

“Time to get up,” I said with a little evil smile. “I have a big day in store for you.”

She stayed in bed, so I grabbed her and pulled her out of bed. She yelped as my hands touched her and shrieked when her bare body was against me. I put her down on her feet.

“I have quite a few plans for you, so we better get started quick.”

She looked at me, still looking sleepy. Clearly, she would need something to wake her up! She didn't say a word, her mind still asleep. I roughly bent her over the bed and started swatting her little Egyptian ass.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

After a good few slaps, she started to make some noise.

“Oww,” she cried out and started moaning and yelping.

“Are you awake now?” I asked while continuing to spank her little bare butt.

“Yes,” she cried out.

"Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

I swatted her a few more times for making that mistake.

“Spanking wakes you up much faster than coffee ever would,” I chuckled to myself.

“Yes, sir,” she mumbled.

“Let's work on answering loudly and clearly; say that again.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, not in a whisper but not loud enough.

I swatted her bum. “Try again!”

“Yes, sir,” she exclaimed a little over the top.

“Nicely done,” I said while holding her bent over the bed. “Today I have some work for you to do. Are you up for that?”

“Yes, sir,” she said at the appropriate volume.

I swatted her bottom anyways.

“Oww,” she yelped out in surprise.

“I want you to tell me you will do any work I assign you no matter what it is.”

She hesitated, and I swatted her again.

“Oww! I will do any work you assign to me, sir!”

“If you make any mistakes, you will be punished! Understand?”

“Yes, sir.” She turned her face to look at me and then put her head back down.

“If you break or ruin anything, I expect you to come and confess and ask to be punished! If I catch you hiding anything you ruined, you will be punished much more severely.”

“Yes, sir.” She was squirming under my hold.

I let go of her and go to her luggage. I took out a pair of hot pink panties and a matching bra.

“I have a specific outfit in mind for you to wear today.” I come over to her and take off her hijab revealing her dark, shoulder-length hair.

“It's kinda funny how I saw your boobs and butt before I saw your hair,” I said, teasing her.

She blushed and looks at her feet.

I stroked her beautiful Arabian hair.

“You have such beautiful hair! It's a shame you have to cover it all the time, but you do also look gorgeous in your hijab.”

She smiled a bit from the strokes while also looking so ashamed. She whispered, “Thank you, sir.”

I let her whisper this time. I know it's uniquely exposing and humiliating for her to show her hair.

“Which is more humiliating for you? When I take off your hijab and expose your hair or when I take off your panties and expose your bottom?”

She didn't answer and kept staring down as I stroked her hair. Teasing her was a lot of fun! I knew how exciting humiliation was for her! I rubbed my fingers down her body from her hair, brushing against her lower parts where I felt a little moisture.

"Alright, time to get dressed!” I gave her the bra and panties which she hurried to put on, excited to finally get back a little of her modesty covered.

“I want you to put your hair in a bun.”

She went to her luggage, bent over, and started digging in, looking for a ponytail holder. Her delicious-looking Arabian butt was wiggling in front of me as she searched! I gave it a little pinch. She yelped but kept searching and eventually pulled one out.

“I bought you the rest of the outfit.”

I went to fetch the clothes I bought her. There was a black t-shirt, tight black leggings that fit more like yoga pants, and pink sneakers. I brought them to her and told her to change right away. She blushed as she dressed in front of me; it was humiliating for her, but not as humiliating as staying in her underwear.

“When I was studying abroad in England, my dorm had an Arab cleaning lady. This is pretty much how she dressed every day. I thought she looked so hot! She had an incredibly thick and juicy Arabian bottom that looked like it wanted to burst out of her leggings.”

Abeela stayed quiet as she finished getting dressed. She put her hair up in a bun and now looked just like the Arab cleaning lady.

“Give me a little spin! Model the outfit for me.”

She hesitated, but a firm swat to her backside got her moving. She slowly turned around as I checked her out.

“The cleaning lady had a much bigger butt than you. Don't worry though, I like your cute little butt! You also have a prettier face; other than that, you pretty much look just like her.”

She looked so humiliated as she awkwardly modeled for me, and I checked her out.

“Bend over and wiggle your butt.”

She shook her head no, and I immediately grabbed her and lifted her over my shoulder. I swatted her butt as she dangled and squirmed.

“Good little Muslim girls like you should be obedient! You are not in a position to refuse my commands.”

I kept smacking her little Egyptian butt in those tight leggings as she wiggled and tried to get out.

“You're better off staying still when I carry you! You wouldn't want me to drop you head first.”

She stayed still, and I stopped swatting her bottom.

“I am going to put you down now. But not until you apologize and promise to behave and obey.”

She stayed silent, clearly ashamed to be in such a humiliating position. I held her like she was a doll.

Eventually she managed to whisper, “I'm sorry, sir.” I swatted her bum hard.

SMACK.

“What did I teach you today?”

She shrieked and wiggled around.

“I'm so sorry, sir!”

“What are you sorry for?”

She mumbled, “For not obeying.”

I started giving her a good spanking while holding her.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

“How many times do I need to teach you this lesson?”

I gave firm strokes, and she yelped and wiggled around over my shoulder. I held her firmly.

“I won't stop spanking you till you apologize properly.”

She started begging and yelling over the sound of the hits. “I'm sorry I was a bad girl! I'm sorry I didn't listen! Please stop, sir! I'm so sorry!”

She let out a few tears as I kept spanking her. Then I threw her onto the bed.

“Oof.” She was a little disoriented but got up and stood before me.

“Show me you learned your lesson! Do you remember what I told you to do?”

She looked so ashamed, but she knew better than to refuse again. She turned around and bent over and wiggled her bottom awkwardly.

“You aren't the best at shaking ass, but I think it still looks nice,” I smirked as she shook her Muslim Arabian ass for me, trying to satisfy me.

Her shirt rode up a little but I still couldn't see her panties. They were completely covered by her tight, butt-hugging leggings. I reached inside and gave her a little wedgie. Her hot pink panties were now flossing her crack.

“With the cleaning lady, on some days when she bent over to take out the trash or clean the doors, her shirt would ride up and you could see her hot pink panties peeking out above her tight butt-hugging leggings. It was so hot! I would watch her clean just to get glimpses of her sexy hot pink panties. And of course, her thick juicy Arabian booty was always lovely to see. She was so hot.”

I played around a little with her wedgie and also gripped her lovely bottom which looked so round and juicy in those leggings.

“You are to keep the wedgie up your lovely, juicy, Egyptian bum. I should always see your hot pink panties sticking out. Such a lovely splash of color peeking from within your black outfit.”

She stayed silent while I enjoyed myself. She was too shy and ashamed to say a word. She was a Muslim Arab girl being this little plaything to this white guy. This was so wrong, but she loved it. She wanted to keep being naughty and getting her brown Muslim bottom spanked.

“Alright, let's get you to work. Today you will be cleaning my entire place. I haven't cleaned it one bit for the past two weeks. I wanted to give you plenty of work to do.”

I took her wrist and dragged her to the kitchen. As we got there, she noticed how messy everything was. I wanted her to transform this place from a pigsty to perfection.

“First thing, though, I want breakfast. Make me pancakes and eggs.”

"Yes, sir,” she said, trying not to think about how much work she would be doing today and just trying to focus on one job at a time.

“All the dishes, utensils, and cookware are dirty. So better start by doing the dishes.”

She had a look of dread on her face but sucked it up.

“You are going to have to do all the dishes later, start with what you need for breakfast.”

I gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Good luck.” She went and started the sink and started cleaning the spatula. I watched her scrub it. Her tight leggings were making her butt wiggle nicely with every slight movement. It was like when I used to watch my hot cleaning lady clean, but this time I could get away closer and actually get my hands on that beautiful Arabian bottom. After she finished with the spatula, she set it aside.

I grabbed the spatula, bent her over the sink, and swatted her bum with it a couple times. She let out a few cute yelps but knew better than to resist. I handed her back the spatula.

“Better wash it again.” I chuckled to myself. That was kind of mean, but it was fun to watch her pick up the spatula that just beat her bottom and wash it once more. She did two pans, some bowls, and some spoons and started making the pancake batter.

“Actually scrap the pancakes! I want you to make me bacon. Know how to do that?”

She made a face, and then I laughed.

“Just kidding! I wouldn't make my precious little Muslim Arabian girl cook bacon.”

I walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the side of her head. She was so cute. With the wedgies, teasing, and hitting, I was pretty much bullying her, lol.

She made the pancakes and eggs and served them to me.

“Good girl! Fetch me some whipped cream.”

She hurried and brought it back, her butt bouncing with every step in her sexy tight leggings. I put some on my pancakes.

“I want you to run back and forth from one end of the kitchen to the other till I tell you to stop.”

"Why, sir?”

“Wrong answer.” I quickly pulled down her pants and pulled her over my knee. I started passionately spanking her brown rear and also pulled hard on her wedgie.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

She started begging and pleading with me.

“I'm so sorry, sir! It just slipped out! I meant to listen! I'm sorry!”

I noticed a light mark from the spatula on her bum; her bum was also a little pink from other spankings. I kept her over my knee and spanked her till her cheeks were slightly red.

I yanked her up.

“Adjust your panties and pick up your pants! I want your panties to be peeking out from your leggings.”

She did so right away, looking so ashamed.

“Now run.”

She hurried off; it would've been easier to run when her butt was less sore, but she didn't have good enough self-control. That's why I'm here, to take control over her.

I watched her juicy-looking booty bounce as she ran. It was quite a sight. I finished my eggs and then called her over.

“I want you to put whipped cream on my pancakes, cut them up, and feed them to me.”

To prevent any hesitation, I gave her a slap on her adorable round bum, and she knew to obey right away. She fed me a few bites awkwardly. I decided it wasn't actually enjoyable.

"Okay, you can stop; it's fun to degrade you, but this isn't practical.”

She looked humiliated, and I pulled her to me and sat her on my lap. She winced when her sore bum cheeks landed on my thighs.

“Your butt feels so nice sitting on my lap! I love the feel of these leggings.”

She blushed, looking ashamed to sit on my lap. She registered the urge to squirm and wiggle as she sat. I finished my breakfast, pushed her onto her feet, and stood up.

“Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your back.”

She was trained well enough to listen without any questions.

“A little Arab girl like you doesn't really need to eat much, but you do need a little something.”

I sprayed the whipped cream in my hand and put it by her mouth.

“Eat.”

She looked so embarrassed she didn't move a muscle and just stared at my hand.

“This is all you are getting, so it's this or nothing.”

She stayed frozen a little longer before finally giving in and leaned forward to eat. She licked my hand clean, and I refilled it a few times.

“It's sugar-free. I remember you once told me you wanted to lose weight so it would be easier to carry you. I could carry you easily either way, and you are already skinny, but I decided if that's what you want, I will help.”

After licking my hand clean a few times, I grabbed her under her chin and lifted her to her feet. I grabbed a bottle of water.

“Keep your hands behind your back. I'm going to put this to your lips, and you will chug. Understand?”

She looked a little scared, and she was already so humiliated. I doubt she could've blushed any harder. I opened the water bottle and held it by her lips.

“Nod when you are ready, and I will have you chug the whole thing.”

She took a few deep breaths and then nodded. I held the water bottle upside down, and she started chugging it. She drank the whole thing up and then started coughing a bit.

“Good job! Better fill you with water so you don't get hungry while you work.”

I grabbed another bottle and quickly held it upside down to her mouth.

“Chug chug chug.”

She was surprised but quickly started drinking as the water was forced into her; she got halfway there before she started coughing and sputtering water on herself.

“Naughty girl! You're making a mess.”

I poured the rest of the water on her. She gasped and shivered.

“Clean this all up.”

I gave her a good swat to her bottom, and she went to go get paper towels. I gave her two disposable blue gloves.

“My cleaning lady used to always wear these; put them on.”

She obliged and finished cleaning up the mess she made. Looking so degraded and humiliated.

"Alright, I have a bunch of chores for you to do! You better do them all right or you will be punished harshly. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she said while staring at the ground.

“Start with the laundry, then do mopping and vacuuming; finish the dishes; take out the trash; clean the bathrooms; tidy up around; and do anything else that needs cleaning. You know what to do.”

She sighed, “Yes sir,” and went off to do her chores. I watched her for a while, but then I had a few things I had to take care of myself. I came back to find her vacuuming. It was nice watching her bottom shake as she cleaned. I gave it a few taps and squeezes, just like how I fantasized doing with my cleaning lady. Abeela was a very good cleaner, plus it was a joy watching her butt as she cleaned. Before she started mopping, I told her I wanted her to be meticulous and to make sure she took it seriously. I made her touch her toes, then I pulled down her leggings and gave her a dozen swats with the mop.

THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.

She struggled to hold still as each time the mop bit into her brown Muslim bum. She lost her position after the seventh hit, so I took two pairs of handcuffs and cuffed her wrists to her ankles. She was now stuck bent over. I gave her the final five hits.

THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.

Each hit left a beautiful red line across her gorgeous, round, brown bottom. I left her cuffed and bent over as I stroked her bum and enjoyed seeing her stuck like this.

After a while I finally let her go and handed her the mop. She winced as she held the mop, which just tore up her bottom. I had her keep her bum cheeks exposed as she mopped. I watched as she hunched over cleaning the floors, her marked-up bottom on display. I reached over and lightly touched it, and she winced. I pressed down on one of the lines, and she let out a little shriek. I let her pull up her leggings to go take out the trash and then went to do my own thing while she cleaned the bathroom. When I came back, she was finishing up the dishes after already folding all the laundry and putting it away.

“Abeela, pull down your leggings; I want to see your bottom.”

She hurried to obey, knowing what the outcome would be for even the slightest hesitation. I admired her Arabian bottom, brown with pinkish parts and bright red lines in the middle.

“Your bottom looks very nice, but I wanted it to be red already.”

I grabbed one of the freshly cleaned spoons.

“Bend over the sink and stick your bottom out. I want your entire bottom nice and red.”

She bit her lip as she went into position. She closed her eyes bracing for the impact. I pulled her panties down to her knees and patted her bottom with a spoon.

“Ready?”

I lifted the spoon high up and brought it down quickly before she could even attempt to answer. It hit her bottom with a satisfying crack.

THWACK.

I brought the spoon down again and again all across her bottom, roasting it red.

THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.

She held onto the sink tightly as the spoon tore into her Arabian ass cheeks, leaving big blotches that painted her ass red. I held the spoon near her mouth.

“Give it a kiss.”

She didn’t hesitate to obey, pressing her lips onto the very thing that was scorching her poor Egyptian bottom. I brought it right back to her marked bum and continued to spank her cheeks.

THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.

I struck all across her bottom and upper thighs, turning them into one big red mark. She burst into tears and began wailing as the spoon stung her bottom again and again.

Her delicate sit spots felt the worst of it. I loved the look of pain in the eyes of a recently spanked girl about to sit down—the wincing, squirming, and wiggling. After I finished roasting her entire bottom red, I put down the spoon and stroked her warm skin. It was hot to the touch. I ran my hand over her bottom and felt moisture between her legs; this naughty girl was enjoying every moment. Knowing a good Muslim girl wouldn’t indulge, I took care of her myself. I rubbed and fingered her, and she let out a few soft moans. She was so wet and turned on that it was easy to bring her to orgasm. Afterward, I handed her the spoon.

“Be a good girl and wash this.”

She took the spoon with shaking hands, and I watched as she washed the very object that had just roasted her bottom. There was something amusing about that. When she finished, I asked if she had completed all her chores. She said she had.

“Let’s do a little inspection then.”

I grabbed her wrist and led her around the house. It was difficult for her to walk with such a sore bottom and her leggings and panties pulled down to her knees. I took her to the bathroom.

“Seems like you did a great job! The toilet is clean, as are the sink and the shower.”

“Thank you, sir.”

She had a look on her face as if she wanted to say something embarrassing.

“What’s wrong, cutie?” I asked.

She blushed and struggled to find the words.

“Sir… I need to pee.”

“Go ahead then.”

We stared at each other for a moment, as there seemed to be a misunderstanding.

“Do you have to go or not?”

“Sir, will you be staying in here?”

“Why not?”

“I need to pee, sir.”

“Go ahead.”

She blushed but finally understood. As a submissive, she would be allowed no privacy. She sat on the toilet, wincing as her sore cheeks touched the seat. She struggled to let herself relieve her bladder but eventually could hold it no longer and started peeing. She was humiliated like never before. Nothing was private for her anymore; there were no boundaries. She cleaned herself up, and then we went to inspect the rest of the house. She had done everything well. I was impressed.

“You’ve done a great job.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“You deserve a little reward for a job well done.”

I grabbed a bottle of soothing lotion and pulled her over my knee. I applied a generous amount and started rubbing it on her sore bottom. She sighed with relief as some of the sting faded. I massaged her roasted red buttocks for a long time. She moaned softly as I cared for her sore Muslim bottom.

“I’m so glad you cleaned up the place so well. I’m having some guys over to watch the game tonight. I wanted the place to look nice.”

I kept stroking her cute Arabian butt.

“I will need you to prepare the snacks and drinks, and at the party, you will be serving them.”

“How many guys will there be, sir?”

“Three others, so it’s nothing huge.”

She lay on my lap, feeling nervous but excited. There would be four guys she would be serving—four men who could each throw her over their knee and spank her naughty, brown, Muslim, Arabian bottom. This was so naughty. Four white guys using her like this. Good Muslim girls wouldn’t do this, but that just made her want to do it more. It was so wrong, but she was looking forward to tonight.