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It was 8 a.m. on Saturday morning as Nazma woke up refreshed after a pleasant night’s sleep. This forty-year old beauty had a very maternal look about her being nice and buxom and with a lovely smile. Her figure may not have let her pass any model’s entrance test, but a little extra flesh here and there worked to her advantage in developing her personality. Passerby sometimes turned round to look at her well-rounded buttocks evident through her shalwars and kurtas of thin cloth that she normally wore.

Nazma found herself in a unique situation. Though unmarried she had been appointed as manager cum governess by a millionaire Mr. Hamza for his mansion in Alabama a month ago. In this role, Nazma also acted as mother to Hamza’s 20-year-old daughter Nusrat and 18 year old son Mubarak. Hamza stayed out of USA for 9 months in a year and while in USA sought the conjugal embraces from Nazma, which she never grudged him. There was another significant role Nazma had to play. Hamza had been educated in England and had been caned in English schools. He wanted his c***dren to be subjected to the same corporal punishments till they were at least 25 years old and sought Nazma’s help in this regard. He had several tawses and canes imported specially from England to be used on his beautiful daughter and handsome son.

Hamza was otherwise a liberal minded person. Through Nazma, he had conveyed to his daughter that he didn’t mind her having sex with boys provided she kept out of trouble’s way and avoided d**gs, diseases and pregnancy. Mubarak was totally under Nazma’s training and was still a virgin – until that Saturday morning. Nazma even attended his baths and sometimes embarrassed the young man by soaping his genitals and other sensitive areas. Meanwhile, the c***dren adored the woman they called ‘mother’ and loved her although she was very strict. They had lost their mother several years ago and found themselves naturally drawn to this affectionate lady who laid down the law for them.

Nazma meanwhile was getting impatient with the c***dren. Although Hamza had advised her to use the punishment implements as often as necessary, she had acted with great restraint. In the past month, it was only twice that her c***dren had felt the sting of the tawse on their shrinking palms. Both times they received 4 strokes on each palm which made them beg for mercy but it seems the sting must have soon evaporated as they resumed their insubordinate behavior. On Wednesday things had come to a head. Nusrat was coming home very late at nights despite warnings and she had caught Mubarak masturbating very frequently. She called them both and told them that they were to be punished on Saturday for the entire morning and were to report at 9 a.m. sharp in the room she had designated as the Punishment Room. The huge room had a double bed, a closet full of punishment implements, a step-ladder fitted with a carpet and rings to be used to fasten a person for punishment and other pieces of furniture.