Misc. Erotica Meeta - the submissive training

[pvsraju]

Meeta was a 23-year-old girl raised in rural India. She had quit school early on and spent most of her teens living in the small town of Varkala in southern India. Raised in strict and conservative upbringing she had little to no contact with opposite sex. She was extremely shy and reserved but like most Indian girls was being pushed into an arranged marriage by her parents. 

Dinesh was a 28-year-old man who had gone places. born in India, educated in the US, travelled around the world and now settled in London. Exposed to many cultures and many experiences he had lived a life to large extent. He had courted many a girl, had an active sex life but at the end of day never had fallen for a girl enough to get married. He was also a very calculating individual and after good thought decided to throw his hat into to the arranged marriage system.

Arranged marriage system in India has many pros and cons. At the simplest level it is like a dating site that facilitates meeting of two people and at the opposite spectrum it puts two complete strangers into a relationship such that their first date is the day of the marriage. In case of Meeta and Dinesh this was an even more complicated merger. Dinesh was well to do and that was the key requirement for Meeta's parents and she had little to no say in the selection. For Dinesh he had flown into India for few weeks, reviewed several girls, met a few and settled on Meeta as she checked most his boxes. Meeta was very malleable and submissive and that was key to Dinesh's plans. Dinesh asking several questions and Meeta giving short and shy answers dominated their first meeting. Dinesh also made it clear that he will be the one making all the decisions in their life. For Meeta, this was perfectly fine as all her life her decisions were made by someone else.

Once the initial selection was done, the wedding was quickly arranged and executed in the true but chaotic Indian style. An actual day included lots of rituals and ended with a 500+ guest marriage reception. The tired bride and groom went to a plush hotel for the 'first night'. The first night is a term using in India, which means the night the couple consummate, their marriage. Dinesh however had other plans. He was very tired and had no interest in sex but he did want to set the tone for the rest of their relationship. He quizzed her about her sex life, knowing well that she had none. It was done more to embarrass her. He made it clear the sex was important to him and for the marriage to work she had to satisfy his sexual needs. Since she had no prior experience and just a vague idea of what was required of sex, he told her that he would train her to make sure she knew the tricks of the trade. This 'sex' conversation was all that took on that 'first night' and Dinesh was soon asleep. Meeta however was nervous and afraid of the sex thing. She was also afraid that she would not live up to his expectations. She had some inkling about sex but most of that came from Mom's coaching the day before her marriage. She had expected to have sex on that night and the fact that it did not happen made her ever more scared. 

Just the day after their wedding, Dinesh and Meeta flew into London. For Meeta, this was her first flight ever & the first time she had left her family. She was going into the land of the unknown. They landed in cold London and drove to Dinesh's huge 5-bedroom house just on the outskirts. Meeta had never seen such a cosmopolitan city and such modern hours. 

Once in the house, Dinesh poured some red wine and asked her to drink. 

"I don't like this" said a hesitant Meeta.

"Drink it, you will feel good after the tiring flight", came the curt reply from Dinesh.

Meeta sipped it a bit. She did not like it but was not sure how to say no to him. 

Dinesh smiled inwardly, this was going to plan. He was fully committed to this marriage but he had picked Meeta for one particular whim. He always fantasized about controlling women. In his porn exploits, he had taken a liking to stories and porn around spanking, control and mild bdsm. For him a key factor in this arranged marriage was fulfillment of his fantasies. He was confident that in Meeta he had found the perfect candidate. 

Dinesh then got up and started cooking some food. 

"Can I cook?", asked Meeta.

"No, you rest, I will make something quick and easy for now." replied Dinesh.

Within 30 minutes, there was cooked food on the table. Meeta marveled at the speed and execution using the various appliances he had in the kitchen. In her family, men never cooked. 

"I like cooking", said Dinesh.

Meeta smiled and nodded.

"Are you tired?", asked Dinesh.

"A little but I am fine", replied Meeta.

"Did you like the wine?" 

"Yes", came the meek and unsure reply.

"Wine is good for you and you need to start talking a little more. We need to get to know each other better", remarked Dinesh.

Meeta tensed a bit but smiled and nodded.

The rest of the dinner went quietly with Dinesh explaining how the house and kitchen was set. He also told her that they had 1 more week of vacation and he intended to use that to get to know her better. The wine had made Meeta light headed. This was her first experience of any form of alcohol. Her mind went back to her town where alcohol was an absolute no-no and how her father had cut ties with one of his cousins because he drank occasionally.

After dinner, Dinesh asked Meeta to go to sleep, as he had to catch to up with email. Tired from the flight and dizzy from the wine, she fell asleep almost immediately.

Outside in the living room Dinesh was watching her moves via his camera system. He had cameras in every room, partly for security but also it pleased him to observe her. He would soon start the training sessions and just thinking about it made him hard. His mind wandered on the different pleasures he wanted to derive from this and masturbated to his sleep.

Dinesh was an early riser and so he got up early, and  did a quick run on the Treadmill. He thought about waking Meeta up but decided to let her rest more. Around 10.00, Meeta woke up. Everything felt alien to her, the bed, the paintings on the wall, the person she was living with.

She drifted out of the room and could not find Dinesh anywhere. She looked around. Suddenly he stepped out of the bathroom in just a towel, still wet around his shoulders. Meeta dropped her eyes and could not look at him.

"Good, you have woken up. Feeling rested?", asked Dinesh.

"Yes", replied Meeta, still shy of his semi-naked state.

Dinesh put a hand around her shoulders and smiled. 

"Let me show you the bathroom stuff so that you can get showered."

Dinesh showed her how the shower and other stuff worked and let her to get showered. He went and prepared some south Indian breakfast. He was not keen as some of the Indian food but wanted to ease her into the western way of life.

Meeta showered, dressed up in a traditional sari and walked into the dining room where she found Dinesh in his shorts and a t-shirt. 

"I have made some food. Eat a bit and here is some coffee."

"Ok", said Meeta and started nibbling around the food like scared mouse.

"You need to be less shy and more open with me. Talk a little", said Dinesh.

"OK", came another shy reply.

"I think we need to loosen you up a little", said Dinesh sharply.

Meeta gave a nervous smile. She was not sure what that meant.

"Did your mother tell you be a good and obedient wife?", came the next question from Dinesh.

"Yes", another nervous answer.

"What does that mean to you?"

"It means I should make you happy and...", started Meeta

Interrupting her, Dinesh asked "Do you know how to make a man happy?"

for this Meeta had no answer. She knew part of this was to do with sex but she was not clear what her role was in that context. Her conservative upbringing was not helping.



Dinesh wasn't expecting an answer.

"Over the next week or so I will teach you what makes me happy and what you need to do. Be a good girl and obey." 

Meeta was a bit afraid of the strict tone of her voice but she nodded.

"Say it, I will obey.", came a even harsher tone.

"I will obey", stammered Meeta.

Dinesh got up, patted her cheeks, and gave her a kiss.

Meeta froze. That was her first kiss by any man.

As if he knew what she was thinking Dinesh asked, "Was that your first kiss?"

"Yes."

"There will be several firsts for you. You and I will get to know your body better over the course of our lives" said Dinesh while running his fingers over her cheeks.

"Do you always wear saris?"

"Yes", Meeta had never worn anything else since she hit puberty.

"That will need to change. I will get your other dresses. I like saris but at the same time I don't want you in a Sari every day."

And to make a point, Dinesh removed the top of the sari that was covering her blouse and breasts.

Meeta's reflexed and her hand tried to intervene.

"Stop..I get to do what I want...Don't forget that."

Dinesh admired her perky breasts fully covered in a loose fitting blouse. There was so much he could do with his new doll. She had a good body. Her breasts were not very big but he was never a breasts man. Her body was shapely and the best part of her anatomy was her shapely hips and buttocks. 

Dinesh left the sari top and stared at her breasts. Meeta dropped her eyes.

"Let's go to the living room.", Dinesh said

Meeta was not sure. Wasn't this bedroom material like her mother told her?

But she followed him while adjusting her sari

Dinesh collapsed into his large recliner in the living room. He was read y for the Meeta show.

"Come stand here in front of me."

Meeta dragged herself there unsure what was going to happen and how she was going to react to this.

"Undo the sari top again, M.", ordered Dinesh.

Slowly and shyly she lowered her top and instinctively covered her breasts with her hands.

"Hands on your side girl. Your body is for my viewing pleasure."

Meeta moved her hands slowly again.

"Make note, this is rule number one for our marriage."

"Say it loud", ordered Dinesh.

Meeta looked at him blankly. This was already beyond her comfort zone.

"My body..." helped Dinesh.

"My body is for your viewing pleasure.", came out the words.

"Relax, M, just relax."

"It's time to remove the whole sari. I am going to get a drink and when I am back I want the sari removed and you standing with the hands on your side. Got it?" - With that Dinesh got up and kissed on her lips and cheeks and went to the kitchen.

In her loneliness, thoughts swirled around in Meeta's head. She wondered how she was going to handle all this. Had other girls who got married done this? A remote part of her thought Dinesh was asking too much but she did not have the confidence to confront him and she was also afraid of messing up her relationship on her first day alone with him.

She removed her sari and in her petticoat and blouse stood there waiting for him.

Dinesh intentionally delayed his arrival. Part of this was mind games he wanted to play and increase her anticipation. He grabbed a beer and pleased with the situation so far went back to see his bride standing there.

"Nicely done, keep your head straight, don't look down. You have a great body. Be proud of it." - Dinesh said in a mentoring tone.

He ran his hands over her hands and exposed tummy sending shivers down her body. It also tickled her a bit and she moved.

"Stand still, M" - quipped Dinesh and gently slapped her arm. 

She went back into attention

All this submissiveness had aroused Dinesh and his cock was craving for attention.

He walked behind her inspected her blouse.

"Hold my beer" - he told her and she did.

"I think we need get you out of this blouse", he remarked and unhooked it slowly.

Meeta exhaled and tensed.

Dinesh let the blouse drop on the floor and walked in front of her. She was wearing a pale white bra. Her petticoat was tied by her hips and that was the next step in the 'unwrapping'.

Dinesh grabbed the strings that held the petticoat - "I think this can go to." 

Her petticoat dropped to the floor revealing quite large white panties.

A cold sweat ran by Meeta's neck. She knew she was going to get naked in front of him but she had not anticipated this slow unraveling of her body. She was also aware that he was fully dressed. A part of her was more afraid of seeing him naked.

"Your choice of underwear is terrible. I will get you some nice ones" said Dinesh grabbing the beer back from her hand.

That comment embarrassed Meeta and she looked down avoiding eye contact.

Dinesh collapsed back to his recliner admiring the bra-panty clad wife of his. 

"Strip naked. I want to see the rest." 

Being asked to do the final act of getting naked with him sitting comfortably in a chair pushed Meeta to the edge. Her hands trembled as she unhooked the bra and tenderly removed it.

"Drop the bra and hands on your head", ordered Dinesh.

She complied and her perky breasts were in full display.

"Straighten your shoulders. Display them proudly", remarked Dinesh.

She complied and some reason she eased up and her tension went away.

Dinesh paused a bit admired her. "Turn around" he said.

"Bend over and try to touch your toes."

Unsure Meeta obeyed. Her body was not as flexible due to lack of any major physical activity and so she only went as far as her ankles. She realized her ass was now well displayed to him.

"Now very slowly lower your panties. I want you ass to be displayed little by little."

She lowered her panties over the ripe cheeks slowly as ordered, presenting a stunning firm, round bottom. Half way down her butt cheeks he ordered.

"Stop there."

He got up.

"You have a nice bum. I love it. I asked you how to please me and it is by displaying your assets to me in nice ways. This is one of them."

"This can be improved. Lift your ass a bit and drop your back a bit."

He applied a little pressure on her back making her ass go up lewdly and her panties still half way.

Dinesh drank his beer as he admired the view. So far this was going to plan and while there was reluctance on her part there was not much resistance.

Meeta stayed in the awkward position, unsure what to do next.

Finishing his beer, he placed the bottle down on the table and walked back to her.

"Let's get this down further" he dragged the panties down to her ankles.

He tapped her ass cheeks and squeezed them a bit. It was a blissful experience, everything he had dreamed off.

"Step out of your panties and go get me a beer." - He ordered.

Her tension returned. So far she was stationary and her eyes away from him. Now being asked to walk to the kitchen completely naked in front him took her embarrassment to a new level.

She gingerly went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was loaded with bottles. She tried to remember what his beer looked like but in midst all the turmoil she was not paying much attention to his beer bottle. 

She finally picked one and brought it to the living room. He took the bottle from her.

"There is a bottle opener on the fridge, go get that."

"And be quick." – he punctuated that with slap to her ass

The slap burned a bit and she hurried to get it, her round cheeks offering a lovely view.

When she got back, Dinesh was back in his chair, looking comfortable.

"Come sit in my lap", he offered

She tried to sit down. He just pulled her and she collapsed into his lap, naked as the day she was born.

"Be comfortable in your nakedness. There will be lots of time when you will be naked in the next several weeks."

He played with his breasts and belly and slowly moved his hand down to her public area. Her public area was quite hairy. He rubbed her pussy and she let out a gasp. 

"We need to shave you down there. I want this area completely hair free. Understood." 

"Yes" – she said.

"I will show you how to shave it later" – he said while still playing with it. Her body was reacting to it a bit and she was getting a bit damp down there.

"Do you want to try beer?", he asked.

"No." 

"What if I order you too?"

"I don't like it" – The first sign of her resistance.



"OK, you don't have too." 

Dinesh wanted to sound reasonable and there would be other times when he will need to push her. He cuddled her and took her hands and placed in on his hard cock.

"See what you have done to me." 

Her hands stayed stationary 

"Don't just keep your hands still. Play with it. That is your toy."

She moved her hands a bit in her awkward way.

"I will teach you how to keep it happy. You keep my cock happy and our lives will be happy. I will get you everything you want." 

She nodded and continued running her hands over his pants.

His cock wanted more attention. It wanted a release. It wanted some lip love as well.

"Get up, I will teach you something."

She moved slowly.

"Get down on your knees."

He lowered his shorts and his cock sprang out, erect, craving attention.

She stared it. She had never seen a grown man's cock before. She also was not sure why she was on her knees. Her mother had told her that he would put it in her pubic area.

"Kiss it." – he said.

"Lick it."

She slowly complied. 

His cock twitched. 

"Use your hands and control it. Make it wet with your mouth."

She complied. She looked cute like a girl with an unknown toy. Most women don't like giving blowjobs but her complete lack of sexual experience helped. She was doing as told with no reservations.

Dinesh moaned. "Ohhh...you lips are awesome. Keep it up"

He held her head and guided her slowly.

"Remove your hands. Use just your mouth."

She did and instinctively moved her hands behind her back.

"Let me guide you and you understand the pace" Dinesh said and gently moved her head back and forth.

All the fun and games had brought Dinesh to an edge and he was about to explode any minute. He wanted to drag this longer a bit.

He removed her head from his cock. His cock was nice and wet. 

"Do you know what you were just doing?" - He asked.

"Making you happy." came the reply. He was not sure if that was innocent answer or a witty one. Either way it was a very good answer.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes." 

"Are you saying it to make me happy?"

She opened a bit.

"I am not sure. This is all new to me."

"There will be times when you won't enjoy it but remember this is for me. So you have to go with the flow", he reminded her.

She nodded obediently.

"How's your pussy?"

She stared at him. Not sure what pussy was.

"Stand up". 

She did.

He rubbed her pussy.

"This is your pussy."

"Rub it yourself", he ordered.

She did.

"See it is getting a bit moist and that means you are also liking it."



"This is my cock. Do you want my cock in it?"



She nodded, as that seemed the right answer.

"Eventually. I don't think your pussy is ready for it yet."

"Your pussy is also called the cunt". "I only use that word when I am angry at you. Remember that."

"And my cock is also called the dick, got it?"

It felt like school, A for Apple , B for bat. She nodded.

"And what you were doing is called the blow job." 

"I expect several of them from you."

"Now get back and start sucking."

"Should I use my hands," She asked.

"That is your decision" He replied, forcing her to think a bit.

She decided that using her hands was easier and she had more control. She dropped to her knees and started sucking. For a girl who have never done it before she was quite good. Clumsy but good.

As she began sucking, she felt mixed emotions again. Part of her was happy that she was making him happy but a part of her felt that he was taking undue advantage of her naïveté. She was a small town girl but she was not dumb. But she was not sure if and how to rebel against some of this. Her thoughts were interrupted by him running his hands through her hair and saying,

"Good girl, but speed up a bit."

She did.

"Not that fast."

She slowed. It again felt like school.

Dinesh was on the verge and screamed.

"Keep that pace, I am ready to cum."

He exploded inside her mouth and groaned in ecstasy.

Meeta was not sure what to do. The fluid felt real warm but as a natural reaction she spat it out on the floor and took her hand off his cock. She sat on the floor naked unsure on the next move as she watched him close his eyes and moan.

Dinesh let the orgasm subside. It was pleasurable. Not the best blowjob he had but the control made it that much more better.

"Come back to my lap," he said told her.

She got up, her hands a touch sticky with his cum, her mouth a bit tired from the work she did and above all the reminder that she was still naked. She eased herself on his now naked lap and his cock touched her bum.

"That was good for a first time" "But you have a long way to go. I would only give you 5 out of 10 for this effort."

She was not pleased at this remark. She felt she had worked a bit on something she had no experience.

He continued.

"Tell me how you felt?"

"It was OK."

"Explain it more. I want more detail."

She felt nervous again. Being told to explain something that she had no control over unnerved her.

"It felt strange. I have never taken a cock in mouth."

"Did you like it? Be truthful."

"Not really", she managed to find the courage to tell the truth.

"Why?"

"It felt dirty. And I did not like the taste."

"I see." He played with her nipples.

"In time you will get used to it. My cock is yours to please."

"The other thing you should do is learn to swallow my cum. Don't spit it like you did."

"I will show you a video on how to blow me and we will do this again." 

"We will do this like an exam. You will be rewarded for good work." 

"How does that sound?"

She nodded. It was like school after all.

"Speaking of reward, did you ever get punished in school or home?" He asked.

"Sometimes", She said.

"How were you punished?" 

"In school, they used to make stand up in front on the class. At home my dad just scolded me. My mom once did slap me."

"Remember when you said you will obey?"

"If you don't, I will punish you. I will be just but if you break a rule or displease me, you will be punished. Is that acceptable?" 

He knew the answer but he wanted her to contemplate this and accept her fate to some extent. 

This did surprise her a bit. 

"What the rules?" – That felt the best question to ask.

"In due time, I will tell you. Don't worry I am not going to abuse you. I am going to teach you how to enjoy some of the punishments as well. " 

"What will be the punishment?" – Another obvious question.

"Again in due time, you will find out" "Your beautiful bum might get some of it." – He laughed.

"But since you did a decent job with my cock. Let me play with your pussy."

With her in his lap, he started fingering her. She was no longer wet. Her embarrassment and fear had interfered with her arousal.

"Close your eyes and feel my fingers."

She did. It did help her escape from some of the embarrassing stuff she was doing till them. She had done yoga for some time and so she slipped into that mode. But soon she realized that there was a tingling sensation in her pubes. She had occasionally touched herself but it felt dirty and she never went all the way.

Dinesh was skilled at this. His former girl friends had marveled at his ability to work his fingers. He got to work. He wanted to make sure that she started feeling the pleasures of all this. While his pleasure would take precedence, he was not planning to just use her.

After about a minute, her wetness returned and she was suppressing her moans. Dinesh stepped it up a bit and she shuddered. 

"You can moan if you want. Let yourself go but don't open your eyes."

She gasped a bit. It was definitely giving her sensations but her embarrassment still overrode other feelings.

Dinesh continued probing her clit and her moans got louder. She was letting herself go. Then she shuddered and climaxed , probably, for the first time in her life. She curled into his arms like a baby. Dinesh put his hands over her and gave her squeeze.

Dinesh let her lie quiet for some time. He was getting more convinced that he had a winner. Not only was she submissive she was receptive to sex. She would make a nice sex partner and toy.

Once her pleasure subsided, Meeta opened her eyes. Her shyness returned and she realized that she had put a good show for Dinesh

"One hot pussy you have", exclaimed Dinesh.

She smiled.

"You liked my finger in your pussy?"

"Yes" – She replied shyly.

"No, tell me in a full sentence." – He demanded

"I liked your finger in my pusssy..." she stammered.

"Not quite good, try again and what about sucking my cock" – He pushed her more.

"I really liked you playing with my pussy and me sucking your cock" – She tried unsure why he was making her do this.

"I need you to start using your own words and longer sentences when explaining your experiences. Let's call that another rule."

She nodded.

"So two rules for today were?"

"I know only one from just now."

"Say that."

"Use my own words and longer sentences when explaining my experiences."

"And the other one was to that your body is for my viewing pleasure" – Added Dinesh.

She nodded.

"No repeat it" – He forced it out of her.

"My body is for your viewing pleasure." – She said a little more confidently.

"Good, and there will be punishment if you don't obey."

"Are you tired?"

"No."

"Good, let's get you shaved. I did not like the hair on your pussy."

"Get up."

She did and he took her by the hand and dragged her to their main bathroom. She followed her breasts bouncing alongside.

In the bathroom was a huge bathtub and he asked her to get into it and spread her legs. She complied but felt terribly exposed.

He bought a kit and a small stool and sat near her. He took out his electric trimmer and started his gardening project. 

She watched him at work and realized that he was barely paying any attention to her face and his full focus was on her pussy. As if he read her mind.

"Trust me, once I am done, you will enjoy me playing with your pussy even more. This good for both of us."

Once the hair was trimmed he applied lots of foam and went to work with the razor.

"Stay still, don't move. This can be tricky."

She wondered how he knew it was tricky. Had he done this to other women. The razor work did feel similar to his fingering and she closed her eyes.

Dinesh carefully continued his work. When he was finished he looked up to see Meeta had closed her eyes. He slowly pinched his pussy. Startled she opened her eyes.

"My girl is getting pleasure from this. Isn't she?" – He teased.

She smiled shyly.

Using the showerhead, she sprayed some warm water over it and cleaned it to reveal a freshly shaven pussy. He then took a towel and dried it nicely. He then got up and she took that a cue to get up from that embarrassing position.

"No stay still. We are not done yet."

She went back to the position.

He removed a cream from the kit and applied it generously on her pussy. He then massaged it for a good 30 seconds. 

"Good. See this. I want your pussy to be like this all the time. You start learning to shave yourself. I can help a few times but I want you to maintain it like that. Got it?"

"Yes" – She nodded. Was that another rule she wondered. 

"Good. Shaving is done for today" He got up and she followed. 

He went to the living room and turned on the TV. She went there and not sure what to do next, went and picked up her panties.

"What are you doing?"

"Wearing my clothes", She almost whispered.

"No, I think you should stay naked for now. I want you get comfortable with your nakedness. Take your clothes put them in the bedroom closet and come back."

She did as told and returned.

"If you are feeling cold, let me know I can adjust the temperature. Let me show you the house." 

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He took her around the house and explained the different rooms. The main bedroom, guest room, exercise room and the study. 

She did not seem to have the curiosity. She seemed to be more concerned about her nakedness. As they were walking back, she felt his hand on this ass and it wandered down to her pussy. He flicked her clit and then on the way back squeezed her cheeks. 

"Let's see how fit you are", he said as he opened the room.

The room had a TV, few mirrors, a treadmill and some exercise equipment. 

"Did you do any sports in India?"

"No." 

"I like to stay fit and want you to do the same. How much can you run?"

"I have never run much", She said

"Hop on to the treadmill, let's find out."

"But I am naked." 

"I don't think you are getting any clothes today. You need to get comfortable with your body and a bit of naked running might loosen you up. Hop on."

He punctuated that with slap on her ass.

"Let's get your ass moving."

She cringed at the idea but seemed trapped in this room, in this country, in this relationship. He adjusted the treadmill to a basic one-mile per hour speed and got her legs moving. Her body was shapely but no way was she athletic. He admired her breasts as they bounced and enjoyed the shapely jiggle of her ass.

After a minute, he increased the speed and she quickened a bit. 

"Is that too fast?"

"Yes."

She was gasping. He slowed it down.

"Run for 5 minutes. Let's see how fit you are."

He jumped on the other treadmill and joined her. He was a good runner and he wanted to make sure she got in on the fitness wagon.

Two minutes later, she was panting.

"I can't ...stop this." 

"Press that red stop button."

She did it right way. He admired the sweaty and naked body of his newly wedded wife.

"Good. We will get you into more shape. You will have lots of time to work on this"

"We can tone this area more", He said looking at her tummy.

"Let's get showered"

He led her to the shower and to her surprise stripped of his shorts and got into the shower with her. She was getting used to her nakedness but showering with him was not something she was expecting. He turned on the shower and warm water hit her naked breasts.

"I will bathe you and you do me"

He soaped her taking time to roam his hands over her entire body. He also spent good time on her private parts and then rinsed her off.

"Your turn." 

She gingerly started returning the favor. She was a bit tired from the running and mentally drained from the activities of the day. For a girl with no prior sexual contact she had spent the day stripping for him, sucking his dick, his pussy played with and now she was showering with him.

She started from his chest and as she reached his genitals she tensed. 

"Don't be afraid of it", He laughed.

"Spend some time with my balls."

She gently massaged him with soap. His dick grew hard. 

"Give it a kiss and it will be happy." 

She looked up to be sure he was serious and lent and kissed his soapy cock. 

"One each for my balls", he added.

She complied.

She rinsed him off and they got out of the shower.

"Are you hungry?" 

"Yes, a little."

"Let's order food."

She dried herself and sat on the bed. For her showering followed by dressing up and it felt odd that she was sitting naked. His words about making her comfortable with her nakedness still rang in her head. She knew he was expecting her in the living room in her naked state. Drying her hair she walked in to the room. 

"Can I wear my clothes? I feel odd without them"

He paused and considered the request. Without answering her he walked into the bedroom. He rummaged in his closet for a t-shirt from one his cousins who had left it there. He could have given her one of his but that would have covered too much.

"Here you can wear this. That's all you get." -- He smiled

She put it over her head and the touch of cloth felt good. She pulled it down to realize that it only covered part of her ass. Her ass cheeks peeked out, as did her pussy. She looked up at him like a deer in headlights.

"A bit short but you look cute in them. You bum peeks out nicely." 

She smiled. She did not see the humor in it but it was better than being naked. She felt dominated by his decisions on what she could wear but was afraid to say anything. She was standing in a t-shirt that barely went beyond her waist and he was dressed in shorts and t-shirts.

He pulled out a menu from a shelf and asked her what she wanted to eat.

"Just rice and dal." 

She was hungry but did not feel like reading the menu. He made a call and started ordering. She took a seat in one of the couches. The leather felt weird on her naked ass.

"Food will be here in 45 minutes."

"Do you want to call your parents?" 

She thought about it. They had spoke to their parents when the landed but it was quick call. 

"Let me dial the number."

Her dad picked up the phone and he exchanged formalities. It was a very formal conversation and he handed it over to her. She was not that close to her dad. He was always a strange figure to her. He provided her with all the things but was not the type who would cuddle her or talk a lot with her. Her father asked the usual questions about the place, the weather etc and then handed it to her mother. 

While she was talking to her mother, he moved next to her on the couch. He ran his hand over naked thighs and close to her pussy. She shivered.He laughed. 

"If you want take the phone into the bedroom."

That sounded like a good idea. She got up and with her naked swaying hips went to the bed room. She had a long conversation with her mom. She invented stuff to say and nothing in her morning activities was something she wanted to discuss with her mom. When she finished she walked out. The food had arrived and he had laid it on the table.

They ate while chatting about the life in London. He explained his schedule and what he usually did on weekends and who their neighbors were etc. It was a normal conversation.

After lunch, he made coffee and they sat on the couch watching TV for some time. He then got up and went to another room and bought a small book.

"Here, this is for you." 

"What is this?" 

"It is a diary of things."

He opened it and flicked a few pages

"On the first few pages you need to write down the rules we agree on. Go ahead, here's a pen."

She took the pen and paused. She could only remember one rule and she wrote it down. 

My body is for your viewing pleasure

Then she looked up to him hoping for help.

"You forgot already? We just spoke about before lunch." 

He sounded angry.

"Rules need to be remembered. Let me make that point clear."

He got up and sat on one of the chairs. "Come here"

She went and stood by him

He pulled her over his knees, her face down and her ass nicely placed.

"Spank." His palm struck her

"This is for forgetting the rule. Also this is also an example of what punishment you will get if you disobey me or displease me."

"Spank" "Spank" "Spank" "Spank"

He rained more blows. Her cheeks burned. This was not a playful spanking. Her eyes welled up, not from the pain, but, from the embarrassment and fear.

"Have you learnt your lesson?"

"Yes" -- She squeaked.

"Use my own words and longer sentences when explaining my experiences. That was the rule you forgot. Now I am going to go out and will be back in 2 hours or so. Make sure you complete the diary"

He punctuated that with a few more slaps on her ass. Her brown skin did not change much color but it did get a bit warm. He moved his hands down and felt her pussy. No wetness. He was just checking to see if the spanking arose her. He lifted her on her feet, got up, and kissed her on her lips.

He went to his room and was back in few minutes fully dressed. Meeta had stayed in the living room, stunned to some extent, the diary in her hands and a stinging butt.

"Bye Bye darling -- I will be back in 2 hours. Write the rule in the book." 

Meeta had never been spanked like this. She went into the bedroom and inspected her butt in the mirror. There were no visible marks as such. She sat on the bed and thought what she was going to put in the diary. She finished writing it enough to satisfy him.

She looked at the watch. It was about 5.00 PM. Dinesh said he would be back in 2 hours. She was not sure what to do for 2 hours. She got up and walked around the house looking at different things. She was tempted to wear clothes as the nakedness still bothered her even though there was no one.

Dinesh shopped for some groceries and other items. On the way back selected a nice short and silky nightdress for her. He was done in one hour and so decided to head back and surprise her. He went in and rang the doorbell. 

The doorbell caused panic in Meeta. She was not sure who it was and there was no way she could open the door in the clothes she was in. She looked for her clothes but could not find them. As she was looking, she heard the door open and Dinesh walked it. 

"Forgot I had the key", He smiled

"If someone rings the bell, you can go to the door and ask who it is. You don't need to open it."

"He placed the grocery bag on the floor and fumbled in another bag."

"This is your phone." - He gave her a phone

"I have saved my number."

"When will you go to work?". She asked.

"Not for another week."

"I also bought you some soaps and shampoos. He started taking the items out of the bag."

"Thanks."

"Also here's a dress for you wear. Remove the t-shirt."

She slowly took the t-shirt off. She was stark naked again. He walked over to her and slipped the dress on her. 

The silky dress felt weird. It was like someone was touching her. It did cover her better than the t-shirt. Her ass cheeks were no longer exposed.

"Looks good." -- He said running his hands over her back.

"Covers you more."

He lifted her dress to take a peek as if that was not desirable.

"Coffee, tea?"

"No."

"What do you want to do now?" 

She had no idea. She was not hungry and she was not sleepy. She was not sure what to do in this situation.

"I don't know."

"I you don't, then I will give us something to do."

He felt ready for another sexual encounter. He looked around and found his laptop. He then opened it, typed a few keystrokes. 

"Here's a task. Your morning blowjob was OK but can be improved. Here's a video to watch. Take this to the bedroom and watch it. You can rewind it if you need to watch again. When you are done, come back to the living room."

In the room she played the video. It had a blonde young woman and tall man. They were talking in English and she tried to understand the accent. He went and sat on the bed. She was wearing just her panties and her breasts were exposed. She walked towards him and dropped on her knees and started undoing his pants. Within seconds she was licking and slurping his cock. It reminded her of how she used to a lollipop in her school days. Licking moved into sucking. She seemed to know what to do and spent some time licking his balls. He was moaning now. This went for 15 minutes. Meeta watched it intently like she was reading a textbook. The fact that it was a porn video was lost on her. Then the man in the video grabbed the woman by her hair and forced her further. She sputtered saliva coming from her mouth. Meeta was shocked but she continued. After another few minutes , she started working his cock with her hands and with increased pace. He started groaning and ejaculated. She took his cum on lips and swallowed it. She continued licking the cock but more gently. He patted her head. She got up and went into another room and the video ended there.

Meeta sat there for a moment. She knew that Dinesh expected her to enact the video. She asked herself if there was anything she needed to review. It seemed mostly around sucking and licking. She closed the laptop and walked into the room.

As she walked in, Dinesh undid his pants and his boxers. His cock sprang out.

"Time to see if you have learnt."

She went down and started licking just like the woman in the video. She tried to repeat everything that woman did. 

Dinesh watched it while playing with her hair. She was very accommodating. He loved it. There could be other things to do.

Several minutes had passed. Dinesh was controlling his arousal. He wanted this blowjob to last. Meeta was working hard. Her mouth was starting to ache. 

She looked up.

"Am I doing it right?"

"Yes, keep it going."

She kept on sucking and licking. She worked on his balls and tip. He responded with a few moans. This went on for another 10 minutes or so. She was getting tired. She decided to take a break and slipped the wet cock out of her mouth.

"Tired?"

"Yes", She said in between her breaths.

"You are doing fine. Much better than the morning. You get your break when I cum. Until then it's your mouth and my cock"

He was enjoying the control he was having over her. He sensed a rebel in her waiting to get out but she seemed to play along at least for now. He loved the mind the sex games they were having and it was only day 1. After a few moments she resumed her work on his cock. She sucked furiously and she wanted to get done with this. Her renewed vigor seemed to excite him more and his cock stiffened further. She sensed that and continued at the pace. He was moaning now and no longer playing with his hair. 

"Ohh", He moaned as he spurted his cum.

"Take in all in"

She did but her reflexes did not allow her to swallow. Gagging a bit, she rushed into the bathroom and spat it out. Coughing she came out and found him lying eyes closed. She sensed she had done a good job. She had spent over 45 minutes sucking his cock.

"That was good. Real good."

"Come here."

She did.

"Why did you not swallow?" 

"I don't like it."

"Over time we will work on that. It gives me great pleasure to see my women take all my cum in.". He lectured.

He leaned and kissed on her cheek.

"Good job."

He moved his hand on over her thigh. It tingled.

"Do you want some pussy love?" He asked as he moved his hands over her mound. There was some dampness but it was more from her sweating the blow job. 

She was not sure what to say. She liked what he did in the morning but was embarrassed to ask for it.

"Yes or no?" His fingers circling her clit as he stared at her.

"No." 

That seemed like the easier answer. 

"OK, you just have to ask. Remember that. Don't be embarrassed in asking for pleasure" 

"Do you want to go out?"

"No. I am bit tired."

It was a busy day indeed. She had sucked his cock twice today, did a bit or running, got a spanking and lots more.

"OK, relax then. We can watch TV and stay at home" 

And that's what they did. He explained the different channels and also how to get the Indian ones. He also explained the TV system and collection of remotes. They ordered food again and went to bed early.

[pvsraju]

Next morning when she woke up, she found his side of the bed empty. She wandered out and found him in the exercise room.

"Morning dear, want to run again?" -- he asked

She looked at the clock.

"No running." -- She smiled.

"Maybe later." -- He said as we turned of the treadmill.

"Today we go outside and do some shopping. You up for it?" 

She nodded.

"Ok, get showered. I will make some breakfast"

She trotted back into the bedroom. She showered and got out with her towel draped around her. She was not sure what to wear. She decided to check with him.

"What should I wear?"

Breakfast was already on the table. 

"How about nothing?" -- He mocked her.

She smiled sensing the joke. He decided to give her one of those moments. He got up and walked to her.

"We can decide after breakfast" -- Saying that he gently removed the towel and leered at her naked body. She became nervous again. It was a wrong question to ask.

"You are still not comfortable being naked, right?" He asked

She nodded honestly.

"The more you do it, it will get better" -- He assured. Secretly he wanted her to stay shy. It made these conversations more fun.

"Sit." -- He offered the chair in front of her.

She sat and hey eyes could not meet his. Why do I have to be naked she thought. Hasn't he seen enough of me?

She ate silently. He made a few comments on where they were going today. 

"Do you have anything but a Sari?"

"Yes, I have a salwar kameez" 

"What about jeans or a skirt?"

"No, I had a skirt at home"

"Saris not suited for here. We will get you some western outfits. Salwar kameez is fine for now and we can get some of those too"

"Let's keep Saris only for special occasions." 

She had always worn a Sari since she was 18 or something. It felt odd hearing that she won't wear Saris. 

"I like Saris", She muttered

"So do I."

"They are not suited for here. I like you to wear more skirts and jeans or salwar. "

"Let's get you dressed."

She got up as well but instinctively she covered her pubic region with her hands. He thought she was cute in the pose.

He went in opener her luggage and started looking.

He took out her underwear. "These are boring. We need to get you these as well"

"Come here." - He ordered with her panties in his hand. He held out her panties and she took it from him. He tossed her a bra and the salwar. She started getting dressed. He stripped and got dressed as well.

"Let's go."

They drove out to a large mall. Meeta had never seen something that big. It was also very crowded and lots of people. She saw lots of women dressed in really short skirts with their underwear almost showing. She dreaded that he would ask her to wear them. When she left for London, she had told herself that she would try to be as modern as possible. But there were still several things she was not comfortable with.

"Where do we start? Jeans or Skirts?" 

"Jeans", she replied.

They went to a store and into a women's section. This store was not as crowded as some of the other ones. 

"What is your waist? 28 or 30?" - He thought she was a 28.

"28", she replied.

He picked a few and asked for her opinions on the colors. They then walked to the change rooms. To her surprise he followed her to the rooms. Once they were inside he closed the door.

"Get undressed", he ordered.

She fumbled on her salwar and stepped out of them.

"Remove the top as well. It is coming in the way", he commented.

She did as told. Now she was in her bra and panties. She took her jeans and wore them. It was quite tight around her hips but it felt comfortable.

"Fits well", he said rubbing his hands over her thighs.

He made her try a few more of those. They finally selected 3 that they were going to keep.

"Skirts and tops are next", he said as they were paying for it. The sales lady smiled at them. She smiled back nervously.

The next store was crowded with lots of women and girls. There were hardly any men there. He took her to a section, which had long flowing skirts. She liked them a lot and they spent about half and hour picking few of those. They then went to another section, which had tops. She looked at them and was not sure if she would wear them. Most were sleeveless and some were transparent as well. He took over from her and selected a few. 

The next section had shorter skirts and she was appalled at the size of them.

"These are too short", she commented, afraid that he would make her wear them.

"They are a bit. Don't worry we will try a few and you don't have to wear them outside till you are comfortable with them. Maybe you start by wearing them at home. 

With their selection they went to the change rooms. There was bit of queue for the rooms. She felt like an alien with her Salwar and all these western people dressed in their skirts and jeans. She also saw some awkward stares as she was standing there with him. He did not seem embarrassed standing in between all the women. They squeezed into the small change room.

"Time to dress my doll", he smiled.

She was indeed his doll and she felt that way. She did like that he was paying so much attention to her clothes but at the same time she felt he was making most of the decisions for her.

She removed her clothes and tried the long flowing skirts first. She liked them all. They were beautiful and colorful. She admired herself in the mirror. 

"Like them?" He asked sensing her excitement.

"Yes, they are all very pretty", she replied.

"Let's keep them all"

"No, it is too much. I don't want to spend too much money", She replied. Her mother never allowed her to buy many clothes. They were not very rich but at the same time her parents did not waste much money on things like clothes.

"Don't worry. Money is not a problem. Plus you can return them later if you decide"

"Ok", she mumbled.

They tried the different tops and Meeta picked up 5 of them. They finally moved to the shorter skirts. As she got into one of them she realized that they only rode till her thighs. She felt naked in them.

"Turn around", asked Dinesh.

"See they make you look pretty."

"I don't like them. I feel naked."

He gently grabbed her shoulders. 

"You will get used to them. Plus I like you in them and it gives me access to the good stuff". Saying that, he moved his hands under her skirt. He slid his hands under her panties and cupped her bum. She froze realizing that they were in a public place. But he was not done, his hands roamed further and played with pussy. He then pulled her panties down to her thighs. She resisted instinctively trying to push his hands away.

"Ahh. Don't resist. Your body is for my pleasure remember"

"But... We are in public"

"Yes, I know that but no one can see us."

She tried to get out of his embrace. This was too much for her conservative self.

"Now Meeta, don't make me angry. Don't make me put you over my knee here and give you a spanking."

The word spanking sent a shiver down her. Her eyes dropped and she walked back into his arms. Spanking would definitely be worse, especially here. She complied.

He played with her pussy as he kissed her. He sensed the resistance in her but wanted to push her a bit.

She heard some voices near them of other people in change rooms. She was too embarrassed and then all of a sudden something snapped.

"No, I can't do this." She pushed him away and grabbed her panties and pulled them. She then started removing her skirt.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to go home." Her eyes were a bit watery.

"No, we have not finished shopping."

"I can't do this". She started fumbling around looking for her salwar.

He was amused at her rebellion.

"Are you disobeying me?"

"Please, I can't do this. Sorry...", She mumbled. She had finished wearing her salwar.

"Stop dressing up. I said we are not done." 

But she had already decided and she walked out of the changing room leaving him with all her clothes.

He was angry now but realized that he finally reached a point where she had the courage to respond back. He knew this would happen and he had plans for this. He walked out.

She was standing outside, her head bowed down. There were a few people staring at them. They had heard their coversations.

"Let's go" 

She followed. He did not say another word.

They went to the car park and she got in. He looked at her but still did not say anything. The drive was a quiet one and this scared her. She had angered him and she started doubting herself. Had she overreacted? He was only showing his love after all. Several thoughts raised through her head and she hoped she had handled it better

Once the entered the house, he closed the door angrily. 

"Terrible. Your behavior was very bad. Disobeying me, making a scene." He spat angrily. 

"I am sorry...It is all new to me"

"Yes, that is why you should follow my directions. Didn't we agree you would obey me?"

She nodded

"So you except that you made a mistake?"

Not sure what to say, she replied, "I am sorry."

"So you admit it was an mistake?" 

"Time for some discipline. I think you need a lesson."

"Get naked. Now" -- He got up and went into the kitchen. He had decided this was the time to provide a real punishment and see how she reacted.

She fumbled her dress nervously. He was back within seconds and had a wooden spatula in his hands.

"Hurry up dear. Delaying is only making me angrier"

She hurriedly stripped of her dress. "I am Sorry", she squeaked.

"That's enough I will tare care of the rest." -- He pulled her over his lap.

The reason for the wooden spatula now dawned on her.

He tugged her panties down to her ankles and went to work.

"Splatt" -- the spatula came down.

"Splatt" -- more rained

This was much worse than the hand spanking he gave her. This really hurt. She tried to protect her defenseless butt.

He held her hands with one hand and continued. This went on for a good two minutes. Her ass was showing signs of remorse.

"Splatt" "Splatt" "Splatt"

"Am I getting through?" "Splatt"

"Yes, I am sorry. Please stop." - She cried. Tears filled her eyes.

"Good, but this is not over yet. Get up and grab your ankles."

She lifted herself and could not resist the urge to rub her butt.

"Grab you ankles." He gave her another spank on her ass.

Panties down her ankles she did as told. She managed to try one more apology.

"I am sorry. I will behave from now on."

"Yes, once I have warmed your ass enough. You will remember it next time." He had no sympathy.

"Grab lower. Ass higher. This has been a bad and naughty ass today" 

She pushed further.

"Get your ass further up and spread your legs" - He pushed on her back to enforce the position.

Her ass rose high in the air and her cute little pussy peeked as well. His cock got harder. If it had not been for the pain , Meeta would suffered from the humiliation of the position but right now her brain was thinking of the stinging bum. 

"How can I get out of this?"

"I really made him angry, didn't I?"

Several such thoughts were running through her head.

"Hold this position and after every spank say I am sorry and I will obey"

"Splatt" 

"I am sorry I will obey"

"Splatt" 

"I am sorry I will obey"

"Splatt" 

"I am sorry I will obey", She squeaked

"Splatt." One more landed on her cheeks. He was making sure that he was covering all parts of her ass. He felt sorry for her but his spanking fetish and the need to assert his dominance trumped that. He had spanking experiences with his prior girl friends but he was never in such control and command. His cock agreed with this and was straining for some action. 

He felt her ass and rubbed it a bit. It was warm. He was contemplating stopping now. She liked his touch. It was easing some of the pain.

"Have you learnt a lesson?" He spanked her with his bare hands.

"Yes, I am sorry." She wanted this to end.

He spanked her several more times with his hand, admiring the shapely jiggle they did. These spanks did not hurt as much as the ones with the spatula but with ass already a bit sore they did add to her discomfort.

"Spank." "Did my girl learn a lesson?"

"Yes, I am sorry." She repeated.

"OK, you may stand up."

She stood up, her eyes full of tears, her ass on fire. She soothed it with her hands. For him this was a wonderful sight

He kissed her on her forehead.

"I'm sorry I had to do this. But it is important that you know who is in command. Your ass pays the price if you make me angry. Understood?"

She nodded, still rubbing her ass. She was angry but was afraid of saying anything. He then sat on the recliner. He unzipped his trousers and got his cock out.

"Thank me for punishing you and start sucking."

She stood there for a minute. It was humiliating to be spanked liked a child that but it went to a new level that he wanted her to thank him and suck his cock again. 

"Hurry up unless you want a repeat session. I don't think your ass is ready for it."

She definitely was not ready for one more and so she quietly went down and took his cock on her hands. As she was getting ready to put it in her mouth

"I think you forgot to thank me" - He took the spatula and gave her ass a real hard smack.

"Splatt"

"Sorry, Thank you for punishing me," She cried

Her ass still stinging from the spatula work, she started sucking.

"From now on, every time I spank you, I want you to do this. This is your way to saying sorry for your infractions." He lectured.

His cock was real hard and in a weird way she could take her mind off the spanking and what had transpired by concentrating on his man hood. Her mouth had gone a bit dry during the spanking but she managed to get his cock wet enough. 

He moaned as she worked him and in a weird way he felt losing control. A woman with a cock in her mouth has so much power. Within minutes he was already on the edge. The spanking aroused him to a great new level. 

He came in big spurts with his cock in her mouth.

She reflexed and took it out immediately, only to get sprayed on her face with his cum. It was gross. She tried to hurry to the bathroom but the panties around her ankles hindered her. She quickly removed them and ran. 

He was lying on the recliner with his eyes closed and missed her little dance and run. It was a new high for him and he loved it. His mind went over the spanking and how it ended in his explosion.

She on the other hand was in the bathroom staring in the mirror. She had spat out whatever cum managed to come to her mouth and had rinsed her face of the gooey mess. He bum had lost the sting of the spanking and she inspected herself. She was not sure how to react to this. A part of her thought this was not something that was normal but she was also torn with the fact that he was clear that he wanted her to obey. And what happened in the mall could have been avoided if she played ball. She also knew that what happened next might determine the course of her short marriage. She brooded over this for a few minutes and then made up her mind. 

"I'm sorry", she said as walked into the living room. He was still on the recliner with his cock out and head rested. She was not really sorry but decided that was the best way to handle this.

"This is all new to me. Please bear with me."

"Come here", he pointed to his lap. She came and sat down.

He lifted his leg and adjusted her position so that her ass was partly in the air and started rubbing it. 

"Poor Meeta got a spanking." He joked enjoying that she was still submissive.

"Naughty girls get spanked. Remember that. Yes this new to you but I will teach you over time and one of the ways to teach you would be to warm you bum from time to time." He punctuated that with a gentle slap on her ass. He then kept rubbing it and nibbled at her cheeks. 

"Are you angry at me?" He asked.

"No." It was a defensive answer.

"You can be angry at me but you must still obey me. There can only be one dominant in a relationship. I won't abuse you. So don't be afraid."

It did fell like abuse to her ass but she felt a bit reassured. Maybe she should not have made a scene.

He felt she was becoming more defensive and decided to play some games with her. He lifted her off his lap, got up and threw her on the recliner, gently. 

"Let's give Meeta some pleasure."

He went on her knees and started playing with her pussy. She was a bit startled not sure what to do.

"Rest your head back and close your eyes. You will enjoy it."

He got to work with his hands and tongue. He had done this before. his past sexual escapades that taught him that this one act made women more accommodating. Whether they enjoyed the act or not, they felt happy that their man was willing to do this. He was not bad at it either. Within 5 minutes, she was wet, her body revealing impulses that she did not realize she had till then. She let out a moan. He switched to using is hands and brought her to screaming orgasm. 

He got up and went to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. She let her eyes stay closed. The sting of her bum was a distant memory now. It was replaced by the pleasure she had just received.

He came back and sat down on one of the couches and just smiled at her. She smiled back, part of her feeling embarrassed again. They both sat there for a few minutes without saying anything. He felt that their relationship had moved to the next level. He had pushed her hard with the spanking but she seemed to handle it. She was proving to be a good sub. After a long silence, he spoke, "I'm hungry, are you?"

It was almost 3.00 in the afternoon and she realized that she was hungry. She nodded.

"Can you cook something?"

"Yes, definitely." Cooking was one of her strengths , something, her mother had drilled into her.

She got up and started looking for her clothes. He was watching her closely and decided to continue his sex games.

"Hang on, I will give you something to wear."

He went into the kitchen and came back with an apron.

"This will look nice on you"

He draped it over her and tied the knot. It was not her preferred clothing as her ass was all exposed but she sensed that he wanted her to be that way.

"Let me know if you need any help in the kitchen." 

She trotted to the kitchen and started cooking. He sat there in his couch wondering what he should do next. He had not scripted the events so far but he always had a general idea of what he wanted to with this marriage. Lot of it was dependent on her reaction as well. It was 4 days since their marriage and they still hadn't had proper sex. However he had derived more sexual pleasure than any other. He was wondering when he should have the first intercourse. She was a virigin for sure and so wanted to be sure that first experience did not hurt her. Giving her a spanking was one thing but he wanted to make sure that their sex life was good to both. His thoughts were interrupted by her walking in to the room.

"Can you come here, I can't find some of the spices?"

He got up and went to the kitchen with her. He showed her the stuff she was missing and lingered around, watching her cook. He ran his hands over her bare back and all the way to her ass. 

"You have a lovely ass," he remarked.

"Is that why you married me?" Her question surprised him. Maybe she was thinking along those lines.

"Not really, you never showed me your ass till we got here. You were always covered." He smiled at her and she smiled back shyly.

"Now you will ask me if I liked your ass why did I spank it?" 

He was not sure if she would have asked that but never the less felt it was good one to bring up. She definitely was not going to ask that question. The spanking experience was not fun at all and she did not want to go there. But him asking the question forced her to tense up.

"No," she replied meekly, hoping to end the topic.

"Beautiful asses still get spanked especially if they are naughty."

[pvsraju]

She cooked a good meal then ate chatting about different things. Halfway through he bought out the conversation of the shopping.

"Should we go shopping again today?"

She did not know how to respond. He sensed that.

"Don't worry, I will be easy on you. We do need to get you clothes."

Then he had an idea.

"How about I go get some stuff for you and you stay home?"

That did seem like a simple choice and so she agreed.

"OK, I will be gone for few hours then. I also need to go meet a friend. While I am gone, let me give you something to learn."

He got up and picked his laptop.

"This is part of your sex education. There are two videos of giving blowjobs and another one on how to dance for your partner. Watch them and maybe someday you will learn how to do it well."

With that he left to get dressed and was away in a flash. Meeta sat there with the laptop in front of her. She was embarrassed to look at these videos. She started with one with the blowjob one. It was similar to the one she had watched before. This time though the girl was fully dressed and it was in an office setting. The man was giving her instructions and she was following his lead. He made her lick his penis for a long time before he told her to start sucking. Then he made her lick his balls. His penis was sloppy wet and it slid out of her mouth easily. It was also quite bigger than Dinesh's but she managed to get it inside her mouth. He then grabbed her by her hair and started pushing her into his cock. That did not feel pleasant to Meeta but the girl in the video did not seem to mind. Meeta watched in awe as the man came in spurts and sprayed his cum all over her face and clothes. 

Did Dinesh expect that from her? That felt dirty, very dirty. The man did groan in pleasure and so he did enjoy that. The second video was another blowjob but it was in a park. The couple had picked a secluded bench and the man was taking the video as the girl sucked on his dick. She was afraid of being caught but the man encouraged her and she complied. This video was short and it was not very clear. Within few minutes the man came and the girl swallowed his cum. She then went on to lick his dick more and gave him a big smile. The video ended with a remark from the man that it was the best blowjob he had ever had. 

Meeta decided to take a break from the watching and made herself a cup of coffee. Her thoughts wandered into what Dinesh was buying for her. She was sure it wouldn't be something she would have bought herself and so she will have to get used to it. She went through mixed emotions again. At a level she felt that Dinesh was dictating to her what to wear but at the same time he was taking the pains to buy stuff for her. 

She decided to go back to the video watching. Her mind wandered to the clip in which the girl got cum all over her face and she shuddered at the thought of that. The next video started with a man sitting on the couch and music playing in the background. A girl walked in a short skirt and small top that barely covered her breasts. She started dancing to the music swaying her hips. Meeta had seen some provocative dances in some of the Bollywood movies which she thought were vulgar. The girl in the video however did not mind and she seemed to be quite skilled at that. 

The girl then undid her blouse to reveal her firm breasts. Her breasts were nice and round and Meeta thought about her breasts. She felt hers were similar to hers in size. The girl then jiggled her breasts provocatively near the man's face and rubbed them against it. The man gave her breasts a kiss and she continued. Soon she removed her skirt and revealed the tiniest underwear Meeta had ever seen. It did not cover her ass at all and barely covered her pubic area. "Is that even an underwear?" thought Meeta. The video now focused on her ass and she jiggled them expertly in front of her man. He playfully slapped them as she moved closer to him. She gyrated her shapely ass and started grinding them against his lap. It was clear she was playing with his penis with her ass. The girl continued her dances for few more minutes and then the music stopped. She picked up her skirt and blouse and just walked out of the room. Meeta 's first thoughts were that it was a bit abrupt. For some reason she expected the girl to remove the man's pants and pleasure him. The previous two videos had influenced her. Then her thoughts moved on to whether she could do the same for Dinesh. She knew how to dance. It was more of the classical stuff but dancing was not as alien to her as sucking cock. She replayed the whole video trying to memorize the sequence. 

It was almost 4 hours since Dinesh had left. Meeta had spent some time with the videos but then switched on to general surfing of the Internet. She checked her email and looked at few other sites. She did not spend much time on the Internet in India but that was because her parents never allowed her too much time. Then the doorbell rang. In walked Dinesh with several bags.

"Wow, that took lot of effort. Hope you like it?" He placed the bags down and walked to the kitchen and grabbed himself a beer.

"Want beer?" 

"No."

"Did you get bored?"

"No."

"Did you watch the videos?"

"Yes."

"Did you learn something?" He smiled.

"Yes." She replied shyly.

"Good. Maybe we can test you later. Do you want to try the dresses?"

"Yes, sure", she replied.

"Here try this bag first." He handed her a bag.

She started to move towards the bedroom. 

"Where are you going? Change here." 

She was wearing a salwar and started removing that. She had lost some of her reservations on being naked in front of him but it was still not coming naturally to her. She undressed to her bra and panties and opened the bag. This had several long skirts and some tops. She tried them all one by one. They voted on which ones they liked. The second bag had some jeans and more tops and they repeated the exercise.

Dinesh was enjoying this and it felt like Meeta was as well. The third bag had the small skirts. There were only 2 of them. She disrobed again and got into one of them. They were very small. These were the ones she did not like in the mall. The ones that eventually resulted in their first fight and her spanking. 

"Turn around", he asked.

She did posing nicely for him.

"Not bad. Your legs look nice in them. Don't worry I won't make you wear these outside till you are comfortable. For now we will use them at home. Try the other one"

She did. The other one was a big tighter around her bum and she did not feel as naked in them. The first one was quite loose and she felt they would fly up anytime. 

"Let's keep both", he interjected. 

They moved to the next bag. This had just one dress. It had a nice feel but like the skirt it only barely covered her ass. Dinesh thought she looked hot in that. He moved closer to her and wrapped his hands around her and gave her a kiss.

"You look special in this. Better than what I had pictured." 

She smiled a bit and tried to stretch the dress a bit more down her thighs. 

"Turn around"

She did giving him a good view of her backside.

"I can see your panties through these. They are big and thick. I have something to fix that. Remove your panties."

She looked at him and then worked her panties down her legs and stepped out.

"Maybe this is a no-panties dress", he remarked.

The thought of that gave her a shiver. Already a short dress there was no way she would go without panties. 

"I don't feel comfortable without them."

"Don't worry. I was just joking."

He rummaged into the last bag and tossed her one. It was silky and thin. She wore it and it felt weird against her skin. She lowered the dress down and he inspected her. 

"Looks better. Do you like them?"

"They are ok. I am not used to silky ones."

"They are special occasion ones. So don't worry." 

He tossed her another one. This was cotton but similar. She liked them much more. 

"I have a few more of those and they could be your daily ones."

He then rummaged again in the bag and took out another one.

"This one is real special."

It was the tiniest underwear she had seen. She removed her cotton ones and got into one of them. It immediately reminded her of the video in which the girl danced. She was wearing similar ones.

"It's called a thong. Lower the dress."

The thong slid into her ass cracks and she felt exposed. She lowered her dress. 

"This looks perfect. Good dressing session. I am tired of admiring you." He joked.

She was tired of dressing up. She started removing her dress. Then as she was about to remove the thong and replace them with her regular panties, he interjected.

"Keep the thong on for now. You can wear a bra but nothing else." He knew she did not like the thong and so wanted her to get used to it a bit. Plus it pleased him to make her parade herself in it.

She obliged reluctantly. The thong was worse thing. It was worse then no panties because it constantly reminded her of her barely covered ass every time she took a step.

The whole show had made him horny again. While their sexual escapades had crossed several items which normal couples would not dare off, they still did not have their first intercourse. He had intentionally delayed this. He wanted to explore other things first. He also was afraid that as she was a virgin that sex immediately might make her hate it. While she did not like the blowjobs and the spanking, it was more bearable and he knew she would handle that. He was not sure if tonight was the night. He decided it was not. He wanted it to be more special and maybe do it when she was aroused as well. He got up and got himself another beer. She was seated on the couch and he sat next to her and grabbed her by her hips and puller her closer.

"Which dress did you not like? Be honest"

"The small skirts, the black dress which was small as well and the thong." She answered honestly. He knew those would be the ones.

"OK. I won't make you wear them till you are used too. I might make you wear them if you disobey me though", he warned.

"You can change the thong now if you want but wear the new panties I bought." 

She almost leapt at the suggestion and within seconds discarded the thong and switched to her panties. She must really hate them, he thought.

"I'm going for a run on the treadmill. Do you want to join?"

"No", she replied. She did not like to exercise. It was not something she was used too.

"You can get dressed in pants if you do that. You need not run in your underwear." He felt he needed to give her some incentives.

Her mind wandered but she could not get to a decision quick enough. 

"Get up and get some clothes and come to the room. You need some exercise." He had made the decision for her.

"Don't take too long." He walked away with that threating note.

She changed into the pants he had bought and a t-shirt. She then dragged herself to the room. He was already running a sweat. She got on the treadmill next to his and started it. She labored it for some time as she watched him work out. 

He slowed down his pace and told her to increase hers.

"Looks like we have an exercise hater here. Trust me, if you don't work out you will put on weight here. Unlike India there is not much physical activity for you. And I want you to stay fit."

She was panting at the increased pace and her legs were tiring. 

"We can stop at 15 minutes today but we need to get you to 30 soon."

15 minutes felt like a long time. It was only 5 minutes since she had started running. She pushed herself a bit but around the 10 minute mark gave up and pressed the halt button. 

"Not good", he remarked. "In one month's time, I want you to run 30 minutes non-stop. Let's put that as a goal. If you don't some part of your body is going feel my hands."

He placed his hands on her buttocks and her ass tingled at the threat of spanking. 

"Is that understood?" He asked.

"Yes, I will try my best", she replied.

"Ok, we will see in one month's time. I am going to run more but if you want take a break and get some water."

She gladly took the break. He ran for almost an hour and then showered. When he go back, she was dressed in her salwar and watching TV.

"How do I get the Indian channels here?" She asked.

He showed how to work the different remotes. They settled on a Hindi movie. Being from southern India she was not fluent in Hindi but she liked Hindi movies a lot. She also was not allowed to watch too many of them as she grew up. Now that she was away from her parents, she knew she could have her fill.

They watched the movie till it ended.

"I am getting hungry", remarked Dinesh. "Should I cook or will you?"

She liked the fact that he offered to cook. But her mother had drilled it into her head that her job was to make sure he was well fed. 

"I will cook."

She got up and went into the kitchen. Dinesh flipped some channels and wondered what to do next. The day was bit emotionally draining for her with the dressing up and the spanking before that. He did not want to push her any more. He checked the weather outside and it was around 15 deg C. He decided they would just take a walk after dinner. The sexual drama would continue the next day.

The next morning they both woke up at the same time. He leant over her and hugged her. He had his usual morning hard-on. He decided to start the morning well. He guided her hands to his cock. 

"See how hard it is. That means it needs your attention. You know what to do."

That woke her up from the sleepy haze. She did know what to do but was not expecting that in the morning. She moved her head to his crotch and took his cock out of his boxers. It had a musky smell and she did not like that but she started licking it. He enjoyed the fact that she straightaway went into the licking part. No hand jobs. The videos he showed her were working. She was becoming quite good at this.

She started licking and sucking feverishly. Part of it was mechanically happening given the recent practice. She was also thinking ahead on what she should do when he eventually came. The thought of swallowing his cum was not a pleasant one. She thought about the video in which the girl's face was sprayed with cum. That was not pleasant either. The last time she just spat it out and he did not seem to mind. She figured that was what she would do.

She pumped him more as she felt him lose his hardness. 

"Use your hands as well", he guided her.

She then used both her hands and mouth and within seconds he was hard again. Then he came in spurts. She took him inside her mouth and then ran to the bathroom to spit it out. This little routine amused him. While he wanted her to swallow, he decided he would not force her. She came back from the bathroom.

"Ms. Varkala is getting good at sucking cock." He joked and laughed.

She smiled. Part of her felt good that he was happy. 

"Let's get her some coffee."

He got up and pulled his boxers and walked into the kitchen. She brushed her teeth and walked it. He was sitting on the table with coffee. She joined him. 

"Here's a tip. Any time you feel like it, you can suck my cock. I mean anytime." He spoke like a man.

"Even now." He rubbed his crotch. His cock was still hard.

She smiled. The message was clearly received. 

"Today we are going out. Wear one of the skirts I got. We will explore the city today. You have not seen much of London."

They both showered and dressed. As they were about to leave, he pulled her closer and lifted her skirt. 

"Just checking what panties you are wearing."

She was wearing the new ones he had bought.

"Good. No more of your panties. I like them better." he gave her ass a squeeze. She liked the attention. Her body was no longer concerned about nakedness. He was right. Keeping her naked for the first few days did have an impact.

Their first stop was the London eye. Meeta was afraid of heights but Dinesh assured her that it was fine. Meeta thought that the view on top was beautiful and she forgot about the height. She also saw two couple kiss passionately inside their booth. Meeta was torn between enjoying the view and looking at people around her. They both invoked her curiosity. She wanted to see how they dressed and how they behaved. She wanted to make sure she did fit into this society. Dinesh held her hands and while he did not talk much he did explain the different things around them. They did the usual tourist stuff; the palace, Trafalgar Square etc. 

While they were inside London Bridge, Dinesh moved his hands on her waist and slowly down her ass, squeezing it. There was no one around them but Meeta was scared someone would see them. Dinesh took more opportunities to play with her but it was mostly when they were alone. They ended the London tour by eating at a posh Indian restaurant, which Meeta liked.

As they entered the house, Dinesh pulled her closer and kissed her passionately. She returned the favor, although a bit clumsily. 

"You looked good today and I liked spending the day with you," Dinesh remarked.

"I liked it as well," she replied.

He nibbled around her neck and ear. It tickled and she giggled. And slowly he fumbled around her skirt looking for the zipper and hook. He removed it and the skirt dropped on the floor. Meeta was not sure what to do here and so she let him drive it. He then picked her up and carried her to the bed. He gently threw her on the bed and removed his shoes pants and boxers. Meeta stared at his penis. It was fully erect. She was half expecting him to ask her to suck it. But he moved on the bed and kissed her again. He then put his hands inside her panties and found her pussy. She shuddered a bit and felt her ears getting hot. Dinesh fingered her for some time and this got her wet. Dinesh felt it but he thought it was not wet enough. He stumbled in table's drawers and pulled out a tube. He poured generously on her pussy and massaged it. This made her even hot. Dinesh them pulled her panties down and removed it.

"I'm going to enter you. I will be gentle. If this hurts, let me know immediately."

He put the tip on her pussy and rubbed it and slowly entered her. She closed her eyes. It felt strange but good. He was fully in and slowly pumped her. He was careful not to hurt her, as it was her first experience of this kind. He slowly increased the tempo and she started to groan. 

"It's ok to scream. There is no one else here to hear you." 

"Ohhhh". She groaned. She did want to let herself go.

Her groans became moans of pleasure and he worked on her. He was enjoying as well and the power of deflowering her excited him more. Then she came, much faster than he thought. 

She screamed as she came. "Ohh my god...Ohh..."

He removed his penis out but kept rubbing her clit with it. Her moans went down but she kept her eyes closed. She was embarrassed by her reaction to this. During her wedding she had dreaded this act because she was not sure what would happen. She was also secretly happy that Dinesh did not want sex immediately. But this experience was beyond her wildest imagination. She knew she had to open her eyes but was not sure how to face him. Before that could happen, he leant on her and kissed her on the eyes, lips and necks. 

"Looks like my girl had a good first one."

"Yes", she said opening her eyes. She smiled.

The both lay on the bed for a minute. She was not sure what to do next. He sensed that. He was still horny and was considering a repeat but decided that it was too much for the first fuck. He let her settle from the experience. She surprised him by speaking first.

"That was good. I was afraid of this as it was my first."

"Did you ever fantasize about this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Did you ever think about sex in your teens?"

"No." It was a defensive answer. Sex was never the topic of discussion between her friends but from time to time one of her friends' friends would talk about it. She knew something but her conservative upbringing meant that it was not something she was comfortable talking about.

"Really?" He probed more.

"I rarely talked about it with my friends or thought about it myself. I did think about it when we were getting married." 

"Enjoy it. It is the best thing in the world." 

He played with her breasts as he spoke. But it was time for his pleasure. He grabbed her gently and pushed it down towards his manhood. She tensed a bit and she knew what was expected of her now. 

"Now that you had your pleasure, make sure I get mine. Suck well."

She complied and put good effort into it. She sucked furiously and he held played with her hair. 

"I want you to swallow my cum this time." His voice was stern.

She was not sure. She hated that act and felt it was gross. That thought distracted her very much and she lost focus on the blowjob. She stopped sucking and decided to confront him.

"I don't like swallowing. It feels gross."

He looked at her. She was getting a bit rebellious. He decided to challenge her a bit.

"Hmm...you have to start some time."

"Please..." She pleaded.

"No." He held his ground. This was spoiling his mood.

"Please...give me some time. I not used to this." She reasoned.

"OK"

She seemed pleased that he agreed.

"But, you need to do something in place of that."

She looked at him puzzled.

"Remember the dance video I asked you to watch. I want you to give me a demo now and then suck me off. It's either that or you swallow."

For Meeta this was a no-brainer. She hated the act of swallowing.

"I will do the dance."

"OK, let's go the living room."

He turned on the lights as they went it. The room became well lit. She walked behind him. She still had the top on but was naked from the waist. He sat on the couch.

"Remove the top and get going." He ordered.

Meeta tensed up. Saying she will dance was easy but to perform in front of him was another thing. She tried to remember the video. She knew parts of it but was not sure where to start. She started by removing the top. She was now fully naked now.

Dinesh sat on the chair. This was a better situation for him. It gave him the power. He stared at her, knowing well that she was embarrassed. Meeta swayed her body clumsily. Dinesh picked up a remote and clicked. Soon the room was filled with music. Meeta had never heard it before but it did help. She started to move to it. She was still clumsy and so Dinesh decided to take control.

"Move your breasts. Get them to jiggle."

She did as told. She was sweating a bit now. She remembered the scene from the video where the girl rubbed her breasts against her face. She tried to replicate that. Dinesh kissed her nipples and squeezed her breasts. 

"Good, keep shaking."

After about half a minute he motioned her to turn around. She knew that he wanted her to now do the same with her ass. She shook her hips to the music.

"Splatt", he gave her a gentle slap.

"Shake it baby. I love it."

The encouragement helped and she did a more vigorous jiggle.

"Spread your legs." 

She did and he reached out and rubbed her pussy. 

"Now grind your ass on my cock."

She complied. His cock was rock hard and felt warm. She massaged his cock with her ass.

"Good. Don't stop till I tell you too."

She did as told. She kept massaging him. He decided to keep her going for some time. It was really hot and he was ready to explode any time. After about few minutes she got tired of shaking her hips and slowed down a bit.

"Splatt." A much harder spank landed. 

"Don't slow down. My cock is not happy."

She quickened. This continued for another minute or two. He wanted a let out. It was getting unbearable.

"Now suck me."

She dropped to her knees and started sucking. Within 30 seconds he came violently and groaned even more violently. It was one his best orgasms. She grabbed some tissues from the table and spat his cum on that. Because he came so hard and fast she did end up swallowing a bit of his cum but managed to spit out the most. She sat by his feat watching him, as he lay there with his eyes closed and penis still quite erect. She thought about what a transformation she was going through. Just a few weeks ago she was not sure what to do as part of her sexual relationship and she was even scared. Her fear was still there but she had just given like the 5th blowjob to him and enjoyed sex. She felt a sense of gratitude towards Dinesh for this. However she was not that thrilled about him forcing her to do the dance and dictating terms. There was not much she could do about that in a way was resigned to it.

[pvsraju]

The next morning Dinesh woke up early and completed his morning run. He showered and had coffee. Meeta was still asleep peacefully. He slipped her sheets. She was wearing just her panties and the t-shirt he had bought her. She stirred a bit. He looked at her face and she looked innocent. Her lips moved a bit and he thought about them wrapped around his cock. It aroused him again. What sexual tricks can I play today? He smiled at his thoughts. Meeta slowly opened his eyes and was a bit startled to see him but a smile appeared on her lips as well. He leant and kissed her on the lips and let his hands roam over her body. She returned the kiss or at least tried to. They kissed for some time and then he lifted himself from her. 

"Get showered, we will figure something to do," he added.

She rubbed her eyes and got up. As she was about to go into the bathroom, he called.

"Come here."

She obliged. He slipped his hands into her panties and rubbed her pussy. 

"Just checking if there is any growth. There is a bit of stubble here but not much. Remember, keep this shaved. " He reminded her of his requirements and walked out of the room.

She showered and came out to see him in their wardrobe looking through her clothes. 

"I think you should wear a smaller skirt today."

"Uhh." She stammered. 

"I am not sure I feel comfortable in it."

"Let's try it. We have to start some time."

"Do you really want me too?" She asked.

"Yes." He gave a forceful answer.

"Wear this top with it." He advised

She started dressing and then came out in the living room. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt as well.

"The weather is looking better today. Some sun and warmth at last. We will go out into the country today. Let's show you some places"

Meeta nodded but she was still adjusting her skirt, trying to pull it lower but it was the lowest it could be. It was not the shortest skirt he had bought her but it only barely down her knees. Meeta had not worn something like this since early years of school and she felt naked. The top was much better and covered her better.

"What panties are you wearing?"

"The blue one you bought." 

"Show Me," He asked

She was not sure what he meant and then realized he wanted her to show it to him. She lifted her skirt and showed him the blue frilly panties he had bought. 

"Nice. Let's go. "

They went to Stonehenge and few other places around it. Meeta liked the travel but her mind always wandered on the skirt she was wearing. There were lots of other women dressed similarly and so she did not feel the odd one out. Dinesh was more physical with her in public then the previous days. He had his hand over her shoulders and would brush her hips or waist often. This made Meeta conscious as well but she managed to play along. Around afternoon after they had lunch, he then drove her deep into some place that looked like a jungle. They was nobody in sight and he pulled into the side road in the mud. 

"Let's walk here. It is always lonely and there is no one here."

They both got out. Even thought the sun was out, it was a bit cold for Meeta. Dinesh went back to the car and got a throw and gave it to her. He also pulled a bag and they walked by the trail. There was literally no one there and they came to a spot that had a bench. 

"How did you like it so far?" He asked.

"I liked it."

"And the skirt," he said, tugging it a bit.

"It is short. I feel weird" She smiled defensively.

"You look good in it and as you saw today other women had smaller skirts. Also In public when I hug or get closer don't get scared. Let yourself go." He advised.

"Now to loosen you a bit more. Stand up." 

She got up pensively not sure what he meant.

He slipped his hands under her skirt and pulled her panties down in a quick motion. She gasped and looked around.

"There is no one around, possibly for miles. Step out of them."

"Why? What is someone comes?" She squealed.

"No body will come and stop freaking out."

She hesitated. 

"Come on. Remove your slippers and ease them off you."

She gingerly did it. He took the panties and stuffed it into the bag. He then hugged her and kissed her on the cheeks. 

"Just some fun and games , dear," he exclaimed.

"Don't get tense or worried. This is sexy." He lifted her skirt and squeezed his bum and patted them. Her body got real warm both from his touches and the fear that her bum was bared to the outside air. And anybody could suddenly appear and se them. He continued fondling her and played a bit with her pussy. Dinesh sensed that she was too scared to enjoy this. He decided to help her out.

"Looks like you don't like this. Let me give you a choice. " He ventured.

"Make me cum in 15 minutes right here and you get your panties back. Otherwise you stay bare bum for rest of the day today." He enjoyed toying with her and he was sure she was debating this in her mind. 

She thought for a while, thinking through her blow jobs from the last week. She was not sure how soon he came in those. She did remember the time when her mouth hurt and that felt long. 15 minutes felt too short. Could she negotiate this?

"OK, 20 minutes." She said finally and this surprised Dinesh. She was playing the game.

"Fine, get on the job," he said, pulling his phone out.

She settled down neared him on her knees and looked around.

"Are you sure there is no one here?" 

"We will find out. It's my pants that will be down won't they?" He joked.

She wanted some assurances that no one will come there and this scared her a bit. She nervously fumbled on his pants and took his cock out. 

"Ok, time starts now." He mentioned.

She started sucking and went hard at it. 

"Easy. He said. Be nice to it and force won't win here." He remarked.

She spent time working on his cock. She got it real wet with her saliva and worked. 10 minutes passed and she continued slaving away. The challenge aspect of their role play got her into competitive zone and she seemed to have relaxed a bit. 

"15 minutes. You need to step up." He said. He was sure he could hang on for 20 minutes. Even 30 minutes perhaps although it was really hot getting a blow job from an innocent women who was doing it so that she could get her panties back. In a bet that was "Blow job for panties", he was winning either way. He tried to focus his mind elsewhere to avoid the arousal.

She was getting frantic and trying different things with his cock. She also sucked his balls in hope. Going back home naked under her skirt was not a good thing and she wanted to get out of that.

"2 minutes" He called and she tensed. She started wringing his cock hard.

"Ouch... Careful." This caused his arousal to subside a bit as it hurt. It also meant that she was going to lose it.

"Time's up." He called at the 20-minute mark. 

His cock popped out of her mouth with an audible "plop". She looked sad and defeated. 

"I will give you more time. How about 5 more minutes?" He had always planned on extending this.

Another 5 minutes and more sucking followed but there was no result. It required a lot of effort from Dinesh to avoid exploding. She felt angry that she was not able to get him to cum. Maybe he was good at playing these games and had practiced with previous girl friends. She made a note to herself to understand the dynamics of learning how to make men cum.

"You have failed, my dear." He called out.

She looked at him glumly. 

"You still need to make me cum. You can't stop at this half way. So keep sucking."

She dutifully got back to the job.

In about 2 minutes he came hard and groaned. She pointed his dick away from her to avoid the spurts and spat out the little bit that entered her mouth. "Almost made it", she thought. Her thoughts immediately drifted to the panty-less journey back home.

Dinesh let his orgasm subside and wiped himself with tissues in the bag. Meeta had wandered a bit looking at the plans. He got up went behind her and slowly hugged her.

"You can have your panties back." She smiled immediately at his charity.

"But there is a catch." He added.

"For the next five minutes as we walk back, I want you to lift your skirt and bunch it up such that your full ass is in view and then walk in front of me. You need to put a good show by swaying your ass like a dancer." 

This was not easy for her. Walking naked in this jungle was risky in her mind. But the carrot he dangled was good one as well. 

"OK." She said and without him telling her started hiking her skirt up. She had bit of a struggle keeping there and it kept falling, as it was not that tight around her hips.

"Let me help you." He volunteered and took her skirt and wedged it it's hem. He worked on it to make sure it was nicely presented. Meeta sensed he was enjoying this. She definitely was not but played along. 

"Looks perfect." He punctuated that with a slap to her ass, which made it jiggle. 

"Walk away, my hotness."

She did and tried her best to sway her hips. He walked slowly behind her admiring the site. It was real hot watching her and his limp penis hardened again. 

About 4 minutes or so into her walk, they heard some noises. They were distant but Meeta who was concentrating on putting a good show jerked immediately. 

"There are people coming." She screamed her mind frozen, as was her skirt. 

"Relax." Dinesh said and he assuredly moved closer to her and pulled her skirt down and smoothed it.

In another two minutes they ran into a bunch of guys. Dinesh exchanged hellos and Meeta held her head down as if they had seen the whole scene. Once she realized that people could have seen them, she was alarmed at that what all she had done.

"You told me there wouldn't be anyone here." There was anger in her voice.

"Relax dear. The odd of people are less plus we had lots of time to react with you in the skirt."

"But still...I don't like this...what if they had some without making noise." The anger in her voice was still there.

"That's part of the fun. Don't get angry"

"But still..." She was defiant.

He walked up to her.

"I said relax. It is not a big deal." He tried to hug her. She pushed him away a bit.

He held her tight and kissed her. She still resisted.

"Don't get bratty. Maybe your bum has had too much cool air and I should warm it a bit?" He threatened.

"It's not fair. This was your idea. Your fault." 

"Nobody is at fault here. We played a game and part of it was the risk of getting caught. It was very low but, like anything, it could happen." He reasoned but with a raise voice.

She did not say anything but walked away.

"Come here." He ordered.

"Come here." He repeated when she did not obey.

"Don't walk away like that. That is not good!"

She calmed just a bit but was still defiant. She was angry with this situation and did not see the fun in the game.

"Stand here." He ordered. There was anger in his voice.

She did. He walked behind her lifted her skirt. She wanted to protest but kept quiet. 

"It was all a good game and so play along. Don't sweat it. And this is for walking away from me." "Splatt"

He smacked her hard on the panty-less ass. The sound was loud in the quiet forest. The spank caused her ass to tingle a bit and she was afraid of more. But there were none. He let her skirt drop.

"Let's go my bratty girl." Dinesh said hugging her and giving her a peck to her neck. She relaxed a bit. The smack to his ass was a warning or sorts and she knew there could be more and that scared her. He opened the bag and handed out her panties.

"Here, I will let you wear them. Put them on here."

She took it and clumsily but with good speed put on her panties. He started walking ahead of her. She adjusted her skirt and followed him. She did not say much on the walk back. Her mind wandered to the people who almost caught them in the act. They drove back and stopped at a restaurant. Dinesh ordered some stuff for her as she was not sure what to eat. 

"Did you like the trip so far?" 

"Yes." She replied.

"Even losing to me in the game." Dinesh joked.

"No." She replied.

"Are you going to answer in yes and no?" 

"No." She replied with sly smile. She was still annoyed with him and wanted him to know that.

"You still thinking about the people in that forest?" Dinesh pinched her cheeks playfully. 

"Yes." Meeta decided to respond honestly. 

"Well if you had sucked well and made me cum, that would not have happened." 

This startled her and she looked around to make sure no one else heard that.

"Loosen up dear. Don't brood over it."

"I don't feel comfortable with it. I am just being honest." She retorted.

Dinesh thought she was being more defiant today. It made this a bit fun but he was tired of consoling her.

"OK. I get it but let's drop that topic now." He sounded irritated.

"Did you like the food?" He tried to change the topic.

"Yes." Another one word answer came from her.

"Do you like fried food?"

"Yes."

"Which ones?" 

"Potato or Onion pakoras." She responded but still avoiding much of the conversation. He decided to do something about it.

"I think we need get your mind off the current state. Go to the toilet her and remove your panties. You did not deserve getting them back." He calmly told her.

"What?" She whispered. She fully heard it but could not believe what he was saying.

"You heard it right the first time."

She lost her defiance and became apologetic. 

"Sorry, I was just distracted. I will be fine now."

"No. Too late...I gave you a chance. Plus this will help your distraction."

She did not move. She was thinking about how to avoid this now. 

"Get going." He raised his voice.

She thought about apologizing again but was not sure if that would work.

"The toilet is over there. Go ahead. Any more delay will mean a meeting with Mr. Spatula when we get back." It was an ominous warning.

She got up and walked to the washroom quietly. She took out her panties and stuffed them in her tiny purse. As she walked back she felt all eyes in the restaurant were on her. She nimbly sat down. Dinesh looked at her.

"Where are they?" 

"In the purse?"

"Show it to me."

She gingerly opened the purse and showed it to him. 

"Good. You have been a bad girl today. Why are you behaving like this?" 

"I'm sorry." She had decided in the toilet that she did not want to push this any further. She was afraid of him and did not want to make this any worse. Dinesh decided to push it further.

"So you agree that you have been bad?"

"Do you?" He pushed when he got no reply.

Meeta knew there was only one correct answer. 

"Yes...I am sorry." 

"What happens when you are bad?" He pushed it further fully enjoying this.

She stared at him not sure what to say.

"What happens?"

"I...huh...get punished." She stammered.

"Should I punish you when we get home?"

"No. I'm sorry." There was a bit of edge in her voice. She hated what he was doing to her, in front of everyone in this restaurant. She felt embarrassed. The waiter came and asked if they wanted anything else. Meeta was no long hungry but Dinesh ordered some desert and then asked her.

"Do you want some dessert?" 

"No." She replied quietly.

As the waiter walked away, he added.

"They have good cakes here and close your purse."

Meeta was shocked. The waiter, if he was paying attention probably saw that. She quickly zipped it up. Dessert came and Dinesh ate it slowly.

"Want a taste?" He offered.

"Sure." Meeta tried it and she liked it very much.

"It is good." She exclaimed.

"Nice and sweet like you. Have some more." Piped Dinesh. She smiled.

They finished the meal and got in the car.

"Want to do another hike?" 

"No. Let's go home." Replied Meeta.

"Are you afraid I will make you do something else?" He stared into her eyes. Meeta dropped her eyes and nodded.

"There is a lot to explore but you will enjoy some of it. Some are for my pleasure. I do encourage you to think of stuff to do that will please you. Sexually, I mean."

She did not say anything.

"Let's take a short walk. I will show you a lake." 

He drove off and they got outside. It was getting a bit windy and Meeta's skirt was fluttering a bit. That made her conscious of the lack of any underwear. She tried to smooth it down, as there were people around her. The wind also caressed her naked ass and pussy. Meeta tried to take her mind off that. It was beautiful view though with the lake and the surrounding trees. There were very few people around but a couple close to them was kissing passionately. Dinesh casually put his arm around her and they walked for a while. 

"It's good view, right?" 

"Yes, it is lovely."

"I used to come here before a lot. We even used to sit here and drink with my college friends. This is also where I met my first girl friend." Dinesh was very candid and Meeta was listening intently, especially, the last part around girl friends. She gathered the courage to ask a question.

"How many girl friends did you have?" 

He thought about it for a second.

"It depends on what you mean by girl friends. I only had 2 relationships that I would classify as a girl friend and that lasted long enough. I had few other flings during my college days but they were one night stands."

"Wow", thought Meeta. He has been with lots of girls. Did he play these games with them? She wondered.

"I don't think any of them were as beautiful as you." He added romantically and gave her a kiss.

"Or, naughty as you were today." He gently patted her bum. She shivered a bit as a gust of wind came through. His touch reminded her that she was naked under her skirt.

"Let's go home. It is getting cold." Dinesh added.

Meeta was glad and walked back thinking whether she was really naughty today or if Dinesh was joking. It was evening by the time they got home. Dinesh walked in and poured himself a drink. He offered it to Meeta but she declined. She decided to make some food and wandered into the kitchen. By the time she had finished, Dinesh was on his 3rd drink and watching sports on TV. She came in and said that food was ready. 

"I am not very hungry. Are you?" 

"No. I can wait."

"Do you want a drink? Have a glass of wine."

"OK." She remembered wine from her first day here and it was sweet like juice.

He got up and poured her a glass. She took it and sipped. Dinesh was feeling the impact of his drinks and he stumbled a bit as he got back.

"I am getting drunk." He laughed. 

"We had a nice day today. Did you enjoy some of it? I know there were some parts you did not like." He smiled at her.

"Yes, I liked it."

"What was your best and worst part? Be detailed in your answers." He took another sip of the alcohol.

"The lake was the best part because it was beautiful."

"And the worst?"

She paused trying to pick the right words.

"Not wearing panties and you scolding me." 

"What did you not like about not wearing panties?"

She felt this was a strange question. In her head it was obvious. 

"I felt naked. I don't like that."

"Did it increase your heart rate? Did you feel excited?"

"Not excited, scared perhaps."

"Did your pussy tingle?" Dinesh probed further.

"No."

"I find it exciting knowing that you are without panties. It  was  hot   knowing that only you and I know that but we are in public nevertheless."

"Do you know why I scolded you?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"because  I argued with you."

"No, because you were behaving like a brat. I think deep inside you are a brat. Your parents have been strict but you are waiting to let go. Feel free to go beyond your limits. Explore the possibilities. You have the freedom with me. If I don't like anything you will know or your cute little bum will." He laughed at the last statement.

Meeta had to agree with some of this. Part of her felt free in terms of not having someone over her. Also weirdly, Dinesh imposing his sexual needs on her also freed her. While she did not like large parts of that, what she did like was the fact that he was making the call and she had to follow without any questions. Not having to make the sexual decisions was bit of a relief to her.

Dinesh was getting drunk by the minute and he was also getting ready to play for more games.

"Ready for more  games ?"

"What do you mean?"

"I am drunk and a bit aroused. I have a beautiful girl in front of me. It is time to play. First have some wine. It will help."

He got up and poured her some wine. 

"Drink it quick." He put the glass to her lips. She took a large sip. She liked the taste of it and then took another swig. The alcohol hit her and she felt her head. 

"Take the wine to the bedroom. Get undressed. I mean fully naked. Then wear the thong I bought you. I will be there in 5 minutes."

Meeta was not keen on more sex games as the day had tired her a bit. But she knew she had to do this. She obediently went to the bedroom. Dinesh drained his drink and poured one more. He pictured her in the thong and the delicious things he could do to her.

At the 5-minute mark, Dinesh walked into the bedroom. Sitting on the bed was Meeta naked but for a tiny piece of clothing. Although she had paraded naked before, this was embarrassing to her. She nervously twitched.

"Stand up and let me look" 

She got up.

"Turn around, let's see that sweet ass."

She obeyed. Dinesh was thrilled at the sight. The thong added to the hotness by sliding in her crack.

"Now bend over and grab your ankles."

She did.

"Lower, stretch a bit."

She tried her best. Her delicious ass was now even more raised. She realized that Dinesh liked her ass the most among her assets. 

"Now reach between your legs and show me your pussy."

She hesitated but then managed to act accordingly. She moved her hands to her mound, slipped the thong to the side and showed him her well shaven pussy.

"Remember how I played with it before. Now do the same yourself with your hands."

Meeta almost gasped at the request. This was completely alien to her and to do it front of him was even harder. But she did a meek attempt of playing with her pussy.

"Keep working. I want to see it wet soon." Dinesh shouted. The drinks were getting to his head.

She increased her fingering but her position and fear both interfered with any arousal she was trying to achieve. Dinesh walked near her and caressed her ass and slid his fingers down to her pussy. He casually flicked it and ran his finger in circular motion. That seemed to get some arousal going. He decided to change the mode a bit. He unzipped his shorts and let it fall to the ground. He was not wearing any underwear. 

"Suck my cock but play with yourself as well. Get both of them real wet."

She got up and dropped to her knees took his cock in her mouth. With her free hand she slipped it to her pussy and continued the effort. Dinesh let this continue for a few minutes. 

"Are you wet?" He asked.

"No..." She stammered.

"Get up."

She did.

Dinesh went and laid by the bed while she watched intently. He pulled a tube from his drawer. 

"Here, rub this and start sucking."

Meeta poured the jelly like thing into her palms and massaged her pussy with it. Then obediently knelt and took his cock into her mouth. 

"No hands on my cock. Use both your hands to play with yourself."

Meeta adjusted. This was an awkward position to be in. Her hands were in between her legs and her face just dropped over his cock. She also could not control how far his cock went into her mouth. So she ended up gagging a bit every now and then. 

"That's ok. Take it all in." Dinesh said, pushing her head down on his cock.

"Guhhh..." She gagged and spluttered. Dinesh released her head and she gasped.

"Want to get fucked?" He asked. She just stared at him with a dumb look not sure what she was supposed to do.

"Today, you do all the fucking. Get up and get your pussy on my dick and do the work. I am going to sit here and enjoy. Also how well you do this one will dictate what I do to you next."

Meeta got up, saliva drooling from her mouth. Dinesh was lying on his back and his cock was all wet and hard. She lifted herself and knew that she had to get his cock insider her. As she started positioning herself, Dinesh ordered.

"Rub the tip of your pussy on my cock. Don't put it in."

Meeta obliged. It has harder to just rub the tip and so she clumsily tried her best. Her pussy was all greased up by the lube and she was feeling a bit wet. She kept reminding her that she should enjoy this.

"Rub it more..." Dinesh moaned.

After a few minutes of the rubbing , Meeta's thighs were tiring. She closed her eyes and tried get into a rhythm. Dinesh watched her intently. His cock was aching and it was getting unbearable.

"Ask to be fucked" 

Meeta opened her eyes, a touch startled. She was beginning to enjoy it but the interruption did not help. 

"What you mean?" She asked.

"Ask me to fuck you like you asked me to give you panties back today."

"Fuck me..." She almost whispered. This was hard for her to do.

"You can do better."

"Please fuck me..." She tried using please.

"Why should I fuck you?" 

Meeta stared. It was him who wanted to fuck her and she wondered why she needed to explain.

"Because you want to fuck me..." 

Dinesh laughed.

"You don't want to fuck me?"

"Yes, I do..."

"Then convince me."

"How?" She asked innocently.

"I don't know. You have your pussy, your breast, your mouth, your words. Use them."

She ground her groin on his cock and tried again.

"Please fuck me..."

"Keep trying. I will let you know when you have succeeded."

She continued the grind. His cock felt real hard and she was rubbing some of the gel on his cock via her pussy. 

"Play with your breasts as you grind."

She moved her hands to her breasts and played them.

"Close your eyes and squeeze them. Don't stop the pussy grinding."

Meeta obliged. She was putting quite a show now. For a conservative girl from rural India, she was now displaying herself like a porn star. Dinesh let it go for about half a minute.

"Ok, that was hot. You did a great job and your reward is my cock. Put it in and keep grinding."

Meeta guided his shaft into her wet pussy and continued grinding. 

"Pump it now. Go up and down."

Meeta used her hands to guide herself. This went on for a few minutes and Meeta was getting tired. She was sweaty all over now. She continued her sexual workout. After another 2 minutes, she slowed down because she was tired. Dinesh sensed that. He decided to give her a break. He lifted her and hugged her but kept his cock inside her. She gasped but relaxed a bit. He lifted her hips and pumped her himself. He rammed into her real hard. This seemed to get her attention and he sensed a bit of arousal on her part. So he continued the momentum.

Meeta's head was spinning. She was tired from the workout but her pussy was tingling now and she was getting closer to a orgasm. When Dinesh slowed a bit, she pushed her pussy down and clenched his cock. She wanted him to continue. 

"Liking that are you?" Dinesh asked.

"Yes..."

"Ask me to fuck you and don't stop"

"Fuck me..." She moaned and Dinesh obliged.

"Fuck me...Ohh..." She continued.

And then her orgasm hit her. She dropped on his side and moaned. He watched her in amusement. After about half a minute, she opened her eyes and smiled nervously. She was embarrassed to do this in front of him but she did enjoy it. 

"Now that you had your fun, get up."

She did. He pushed on her stomach.

"Get your ass higher."

She arched her back presenting her ass lewdly to him. She was not sure what he intended.

"I am going to fuck you doggy style." He exclaimed.

"Arch it further. I want nothing but your ass and pussy in my view. You can bury your face in the pillow you want. "

She did as instructed and pushed her ass higher for his pleasure.

"Spank." A slap landed on her ass

"I think you can do better than that. Spread your legs as well. I need good access to that pussy."

The spank stung a bit and she was reminded of the previous spanking sessions. But she pushed her face further into the pillow and forced her legs apart. He positioned his penis on her love tunnel and started pumping her. He grabbed her hips and pushed hard into her. She responded by pushing her hips back. He fucked her for a few minutes whilst massaging her buttocks.

"Ahh..." He came violently and sprayed cum all over her ass and buttocks. He the collapsed on his back. She held her position for a few seconds as she was not sure. The hot cum trickled down her back into her asshole and pussy. It made her uncomfortable. At least it was not in her mouth and she was happy for that. She thought they were done and so slowly eased back. She lay next to him on her back. 

"Nice fuck. Now lick my cock clean." He exclaimed.

She was shocked by this request. It felt dirty. Didn't he just enter her? His cock was glistening with her juices.

"I can't." She muttered

"What do you mean?"

"It is wet." She replied.

"Yes, lick it clean." 

"No... It is weird."

"How do you know? Have you tried it before?"

"No...but..."

"No buts, do as you are told?"

She got up and went close to his cock. It repulsed her and she couldn't do it.

"Please, can I not do it?" She begged.

"No. That would be disobeying me." In his drunken state Dinesh was in no mood for letting this go. 

She hesitated further, trying to think what excuse would get her out of this. 

"Can I do dance for you instead?" 

He smiled at her offer. At least she was thinking of options. 

"No. I am going to count till 3 and I want your tongue on my dick. 1." He began counting. She resisted and did not move. At the count of 3, Dinesh got up and pushed her out of the bed. She slid down. He got up and sat on the edge of the bed.

"That deserves a punishment." He exclaimed pulling her over his knee. She tried to get out of the position. But he was too strong for her. He held her over his knee, pushed her hands away.

"Keep your hands down." He shouted.

"Spank...Spank..Spank." He gave her 3 quick and hard swats. Her butt jiggled nicely. She put her head down and let him have his way. She decided not to apologize. She had done nothing wrong here. He was probably drunk.

He continued raining blows on her defenseless bottom. After about 2 minutes her bum started stinging. She realized he was no going to stop easily.

"Spank...Spank." More rained. Dinesh was enjoying this power. He was also enjoying her submission to his whims.

"This will continue until I hear you say sorry." He added and continued slapping her ass. She started twitching and tried to protect her ass. He held her arms in his one hand and continued.

"Keep your hands away. I can tie them up if you interfere. This will stop when I hear the magic words." 

"Splatt.." He gave her the most forceful of the spanks.

"Ouch..." she cried out. Her resistance was giving away. Her eyes were welling up with tears and his ass was burning from the stings.

"Splatt..." Dinesh gave her a harder one and quickly followed it by another.

"Splatt..."

Two hard ones got her response. 

"Sorry...Please stop..." She sobbed.

"Spank" He gave her a gentle one but continued.

"Sorry for what?" 

"Spank...Spank." He alternated to each cheek.

"Sorry for disobeying you." She quickly replied.

"What did I ask you to do?"

"Spank...Spank." He focused on the part where her ass joined her thighs.

"Lick your cock." She quickly replied.

"And if I stop spanking will you do that?" He added two more

She hesitated.

"Splatt." A real hard one landed and her hips shook. She knew there was no way out.

"Yes...Please stop."

"Say it then."

"Say what?" She wailed.

"That if I stop spanking you, you will lick my cock clean."

"If you stop spanking I will lick your cock." She quickly replied.

He immediately stopped. She held her position for a few seconds trying to regain her composure. He ass was still on fire and she impulsively rubbed the sting. Dinesh let her do it.

"My cock is wating..." he added.

She slid past his legs and dropped on her knees. His cock was fully erect. She took his dick on started licking. It still felt weird but the spanking left her with no choice. His cock tasted salty and different. She licked for a few minutes. She was not sure what to do next.

"Remember the other night. What are you supposed to do when I spank you?"

He wanted a blowjob. Will he ever be satisfied? She thought. She obediently started sucking. The spanking had aroused Dinesh and he came in a matter of minutes. As he was coming he pulled out of her and sprayed her face with his cum.

"Since you don't like to swallow." He laughed. She stayed in her position on her knees. The sting in her bum was wearing down Dinesh then collapsed on his back and closed his eyes.

"You can go get yourself cleaned up if you want. I am feeling sleepy."

Meeta got up and went to the bathroom. By the time she was back , Dinesh was sound asleep.

[pvsraju]

The next day they woke up late. Meeta was sore from the last night's adventures. Dinesh woke up more satisfied. He had pushed her quite a bit last night and she seemed to handle it far. 

"How was last night?"

"Fine," Meeta murmured. 

"Sore bum?" He joked.

She smiled nervously. 

"You need to behave better and obey. If not you will get some bum warming from time to time."

Meeta felt afraid of him at that moment. There was bit of mean streak about him and her bum reminded her of that. She did not respond to his comment.

"We should do something today. I only have one more day of holiday." Dinesh remarked. He got up and walked to the bathroom. He was still naked from last night. Meeta dragged herself out of the bed in her panties and t-shirt. She made herself coffer from the fancy coffee machine and pondered over the last few days. She was happy in many ways but the sexual activities and his dominance left it edgy. She decided to call her mother just to speak to someone else. Her Mom asked the usual questions and then started asking about Dinesh. Her topic meandered around sex, although, she never asked directly. Meeta comforted her Mom and told her as all was good and she was happy.

As she was speaking, Dinesh walked in and went to the coffee machine. Meeta finished talking and the got up and went to Dinesh who was standing by the window. 

"Want to speak to my Mom?" She asked.

"Sure." He took the phone from her and wrapped his other arm around her waist.

He exchanged the usual pleasantries and then her mother asked how Meeta was taking care off.

"She is doing fine. She is occasionally naughty." He joked while rubbing his hand over her ass.

Meeta stiffened again. The conversation he was having and his hands made her tense. Her mother got concerned at Dinesh's statement and asked him to be considerate as she was naïve. 

"Don't worry, I will take care of her." He remarked casually slipping his hand into her panties and squeezing her ass. The conversation end with Dinesh explaining what they were planning to do that day. Meeta's mother then asked him to give the phone to her and he did.

Her mother told her to be a good girl and listen to Dinesh. 

"I think he is making me listen to him", thought Meeta. 

"Don't worry amma, I will be good." She eventually hung up after the usual goodbyes.

"Did your mom tell you to be a good girl?" Dinesh asked.

"Yes." She replied.

"Good, so that is two of us who think you are not good." He laughed.

"I'm not bad." She replied defiantly. 

"It depends what bad means." He pulled her closer and kissed her. 

"I think you have been a very good girl in some aspects and just bratty on others. You did a great job last night of sucking my cock." 

Meeta was embarrassed at the mention of that.

"OK, let's get going. The day looks good."

"What about breakfast?" Meeta asked.

"We will do it outside. Let's get showered." 

As she got out of the shower, Dinesh was in shorts and standing by the wardrobe. 

"Time to dress my doll." He stated and started rumbling.

First came the lacy panties, then the short skirt and finally a red top. 

"This will do nicely." He exclaimed.

Meeta obediently took it and started dressing. Dinesh dropped into the bed and watched her. She looked beautiful as she dried her hair wearing just her panties. Her breasts still moist and her nipples erect. 

She wiggled into the slightly tight skirt and then got her top on. The skirt was short for her liking but she was getting used to it and she did not want to argue over it. She made a mental note that she will follow his orders today. Anything to avoid getting her 'bum warmed' as he had put it.

"You look beautiful. Stunning!!" Dinesh exclaimed and kissed her.

They drove into a restaurant to have an early brunch. Meeta ate quietly while Dinesh chatted about general stuff. 

"Last week has been very interesting", remarked Dinesh.

"I have enjoyed your company and our adventures."

Meeta nodded, unsure, what to say.

"It is safe to say you probably have mixed feelings about it." He was reading her mind well.

"To put it simply, I am doing some of this for my own pleasure but there is also an element of getting you out of the your traditional comfort zones."

"And I will push you more as we go ahead as well. But I also want your honest feedback in this and also I want you to explore things yourself. This is a new country, a new life for you and so you have the choice to mold it differently than what you were used to in India." 

"What do you think?" He asked.

Meeta took a deep breath and collected her thoughts.

"I will try. I think I need more time to be used to it. It is going a bit too fast for me." She managed to speak out.

"I can sense that but I am intentionally pushing you." He answered.

She smiled nervously.

"I also don't like you beating me." She wanted to say that since this morning but finally managed to blurt it out.

"By beating you mean spanking?" 

"Yes." 

"Now that is a different thing. There is a sexual element to that but that is something I think is required in our relationships. It enforces who is the dominant one."

"I will be just and won't abuse you. I promise that. But your ass is mine to spank when I see that you have crossed a line or disobeyed me. So that will continue. It is something you will have accept as part of our marriage"

He was making sure that he was the boss and the message was loud and clear. She also sensed the tone and that made her a bit tense. She shifted in her chair only to be reminded of the sting in her bum from the night's spanking. The image of his cock dripping with cum also splashed in front of her eyes. It was the wildest night of her life.

Dinesh sipped his coffee and studied her expressions. He felt he was playing a delicate balance of making sure she played on without giving up. For a girl who had just been exposed to sex, she had come a long way. She had gone from a sari clad conservative, never see a man naked to a sexily dressed chick eating her eggs at an English place, who, last night had sex, sucked a cock and got her bum spanked. There were still things he wanted to do to her and he also wanted her to revel in her own sexuality and push her own limits. He decided to change the topic.

"So what else do you want to do in this country? Starting tomorrow I will have to go to work and so you will have the day for yourself."

"I don't know. I need to think about it." She replied.

"You can use your phone to navigate around the house area. I will explain the train system and maybe take you around on that to get familiar. Try to get out and don't stay at home all the time."

"Yes, I will"

"You know the kitchen part and so can cook. Use the gym and get fit. And use the Internet to read and explore"

"OK. What are your office hours?"

"9 to 6. For the first few weeks I will try to be early and also check up with you during the day."

"Will you come home for lunch?"

"I usually don't but given that I have a beautiful girl at home, I just might". He winked

They finished the meal and drove back home. Meeta was getting familiar with the roads. 

"We are going home?" She thought they were going somewhere else.

"Just parking the car there. We will walk around and check out the train system."

They parked and got out. The wind ruffled her skirt and she tried to smooth it down. It was sunny but a bit cold for her. 

"Do you want your jacket?"

"I think I will manage." She replied.

They walked around the place and Dinesh explained a few things to her. They finally got to the tube station and it was crowded. Dinesh explained the system to her and bought her a travel card as well. They got into one of the trains.

"Here's a task for you. Build a list of places you want to go in England and outside. We will plan them out over the year."

"OK. I can do that." She smiled.

They spent the rest of the morning wandering around London in tubes. Towards the afternoon, they boarded a much big train, which was similar to the ones Meeta had travelled in India. 

"These trains go much longer distance. I will take you to the place where I went for college. There is a nice place to eat there." Dinesh added.

This train was much emptier and there were hardly any people in their compartment. Dinesh put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. He gently fondled her shoulder and moved closer to her breasts.

"Your breasts are nice." Now he was fully fondling them. Meeta to her own surprise did not tense up. She was getting used to the public displays of affection. 

"They are kinda small but I like them small." He also flicked her nipples over her blouse. He got closer and gave her a long kiss on her lips. She responded a bit.

"Use your tongue." He advised. She did and they kissed for a few seconds. As that was happening, he slowly slid his hand under her skirt. He slowly parted her panties and fingered her pussy. Now she was tense and she tried to look around to see if anyone could see them.

"Relax. We are not in view of anyone." He continued playing.

"You have a stubble growing here. Make sure you shave it tomorrow." 

She nodded.

"Now close your eyes and don't open them." 

He started fingering her, playing expertly with her pussy. She closed her eyes but was scared of people spotting them. But soon she realized she was getting wet and her body was giving into the pleasure. This went on for few minutes and she kept her eyes closed. She started breathing heavily and Dinesh was enjoying her reactions. Then it abruptly stopped.

Meeta opened her eyes, partly disappointed that it stopped, but, she immediately saw why. They were at a station. She adjusted her skirt a bit. Dinesh smiled at her and licked his fingers of her juices. 

"Good girl. You enjoyed that. Didn't you?"

She nodded shly.

As the train moved, he resumed the fingering and she closed her eyes. Meeta realized that she had let herself go at that moment. In a public train wearing a short skirt she was getting pleasured. As Dinesh continued she got closer and closer.

"Ohh." She let out an audible groan as she came. She panted and opened her eyes. Dinesh was grinning at her. He enjoyed it more than her. For Meeta, the emotions of pleasure quickly gave way to embarrassment. She nervously shifted in her seat and looked around to see if anyone noticed. There were few people 4-5 rows from where they were sitting. They would have heard her but could not see her. They did not seem to care at this point. Her panties were soaked and that became her next concern. 

"My panties are wet." She mumbled.

"Yes, I know that. Looks like your pussy enjoyed it. Explain to me your feelings as you went through this."

Meeta looked confused and not sure what to do. 

"Your eyes were closed and you seemed lost. What went through your mind?"

"I don't know." Meeta thought it was embarrassing to speak that out.

"I am sure you do. You are just shy."

Meeta did not answer.

"Come on. Out with it. I want the juicy details. I fully enjoyed watching you."

"I was not thinking at all." She stammered.

"Liar. Maybe if I you remove your panties, you can speak up better. Will that help?" He joked but it also was a hint of a warning.

She decided to speak the truth. 

"I was thinking about how I never did this to myself. It was so pleasurable. "

"And..." He wanted more.

"I also was afraid of someone catching us doing this."

"Did that make you want more?"

"No. I was just afraid."

"Then how did you overcome that fear?"

"I don't think I did. I just gave up and you were controlling it anyways."

"Interesting. See there is pleasure is giving up control and not worrying about people and other stuff."

She thought there was truth in that statement but she was not fully convinced.

"What if I did that in front of people?" 

She was shocked at this question.

"Are you crazy?" She was afraid that he would.

"Just joking. Wanted to see how far you were ready to go. I won't make you do it. So calm down."

She did. They reached a station called Reading and got out. For rest of the afternoon and evening they wandered in the town and Dinesh showed her the places. On the way back they boarded a similar looking train and it was even more empty as it was getting late on a Sunday.

Once the train left the station, Dinesh slid his hand her under skirt again. She looked at him & smiled. She seemed like she wanted it again.

"Dirty girl. Did you just have all the fun?" Dinesh mocked her.

"I think I need some now. So time to put you to work." He pointed at his cock.

She hesitated a bit.

"Do you want me to unzip you?" 

"Yes, that would be a start. This is a non-stop train and so you have 30 minutes to make me cum. You can use your hands but a little mouth will also help."

She got the clue and unzipped his jeans. She fumbled a bit trying to get his cock out. It was half erect and so it made it harder to pull out. Once the cock was out, her first impulse was to bend down and suck it. Dinesh smiled at this. Most women he went out would use their hands as much as they could before using their mouth. Meeta because of her lack of experience had a different method. 

She sucked and licked and seemed committed to it. She had become a good cocksucker in 2 weeks. Her own thoughts raced ahead. "Should I swallow when he comes? " She remembered the argument over it & was not sure how he would react if she did not.

This went on for close to 25 minutes and they neared their destination. Dinesh decided to put an end to this. 

"You can stop now. We are close to the station and you can finish this later." 

Meeta dutifully lifted her head. She felt defeated for not being to make him cum. She looked at him and smiled.

"Don't worry sweet lips. You will continue this at home. You are getting better at this. We will give you more practice" He remarked and laughed.

Meeta straightened her hair and cleaned up a bit and Dinesh put his family jewels back.

They got off the station and repeated their tube journey back home. Meeta felt relaxed and last night's spanking felt far away. She sensed that there would be more sex when they got home but she seemed prepared. Dinesh felt that they were forming a bond and there was no friction today. He also did not push her today and wanted her to relax a bit.

The minute they got inside the house, Dinesh exclaimed.

"My cock has unfinished business with you. Why don't you strip naked and get on all fours."

"In the bedroom?" Meeta asked.

"No. Right here. You can use the couch to present yourself." 

Meeta slowly undressed. Her top and skirt came off. She then got her bra and panties down. Fully naked, she stared at the couch.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Get yourself on the couch on your knees, ass up in the air. We will have sex doggy style today."

She slowly move to the couch & awkwardly climbed on her knees. She had bent over for him before but she felt more exposed this way. Dinesh adjust her hips and positioned it. 

"Arch you back. Here you are presenting your pussy and ass to me."

She adjusted. Dinesh felt her pussy and massaged it a bit. 

"I will be back. Stay here." He said

it felt like ages and Meeta felt stupid on her knees. She did not move though as she was not sure how he would react.

Dinesh came back with some lube. He rubbed it on her pussy. This startled her. It felt cold and gooey. He continued massaging her with it. It started feeling good. Then she heard his zipper come down and knew what was coming.

His cock entered her well-greased pussy. He slowly increased the tempo and she started moaning. 

"Close your eyes like you did in the train. " He suggested.

She obliged. He was now panting himself and increasing the tempo even further. She buried her head into the couch. She was enjoying it and she moaned.

He pounded her even more and smacked her ass from time to time. She groaned every time that happened as her ass was still sore from last night. But her arousal took over and she came again. Her groans subsided into a whimper. Dinesh was far from orgasm and wanted to prolong this. 

"Twice in one day. Not bad. You are becoming sluttier. You should fuck me now." He got up.

She turned her head and looked at it shyly again. 

"Get up and get fucked." Dinesh moaned as he sat next to her. She moved from her all-fours position and sat on his cock. He guided it into her. This position was not very familiar to her and she also knew that she had to do the work now. 

She slowly moved up and down pumping his cock. He grabbed her ass and guided her from time to time but let her do the rest. This went on for few minutes. 

"Nice job. Now finish me off with your mouth." He punctuated that with a slap to her ass.

She obediently got off, her pussy still wet, and, got on her knees. His cock smelt of her juices and she felt strange licking that. Last night's spanking did not help in her overcoming that but it did force her to stop objecting. 

After 5 minutes of furious sucking, he came and she released his cock from her mouth. Cum sprayed on her face and tits. Dinesh moaned in delight. 

"That's what I call a good end to a day." 

She got up and went to the bathroom. She wanted to clean up the cum over her face. When she got back, Dinesh was still in the couch with his eyes closed. He got up when she came into the room.

"Time to go bed. Let's go." He grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom.

[pvsraju]

Next morning, Meeta woke up and heard noises in the kitchen. Dinesh was already up. She hurried out of the bed. Dinesh was cooking something and was in his shorts. It looked like he had done some running in the gym.

"Good morning, my love." Dinesh gave her a kiss. 

"Good morning", she replied. Can I do something?

"No. I have it covered. Make yourself some coffee."

Meeta made herself some coffee and sat at the table. Dinesh got his breakfast plate to the table.

"So, first day alone for you." Dinesh remarked.

She nodded.

"I won't come home for lunch but will be home around 5.00"

"OK."

They chatted for few minutes and then Dinesh got up and went for a shower. Meeta sat wondering what she would do today. She did not have any plans as such and was going to relax in her solitude.

Dinesh came back to the kitchen. He was smartly dressed. Meeta had not seen him dressed like this since their marriage reception. 

"OK, I will rush now. See you in the evening. Call me if you need anything." He kissed her on her lips and hugged her.

Meeta showered and had some cereal. She then watched tv aimlessly. Around 11.00 , she heard her phone ring. She hunted for it and picked it. It was Dinesh.

"How is it going?"

"OK, I did not do much so far. Just lazing around."

"Good, don't forget to shave your pussy." 

She was shocked that he was saying that over the phone.

"Ok." She mumbled. Dinesh decided to play more.

"I had a break from the meetings and was thinking about you and your naked body. Then I remembered your pussy. Make sure you it is smooth by the evening." He laughed and she mumbled again.

"What else are you going to do?"

"I don't know."

"You better figure out things to do. Go run in the gym. Cook some good food and wait for me."

"Ok."

They talked for another few minutes and then he hung up. Meeta decided to get the pussy thing sorted first. She had already showered but she stripped naked again and went into the shower. She wondered why Dinesh wanted her shaved. Is that what all women do? She made a mental note to check about this on the Internet. She carefully shaved and moisturized her most sensitive area.

She did not feel like gym and so decided to explore the kitchen. She had prepared herself for being a good cook but in the last few weeks she had done very little cooking. Sex dominated their interaction more and she was getting used to it. Now she decided to switch to a traditional India wife and cook something good for her husband. She labored for next few hours and cooked different stuff. She checked the clock and it was around 4.30. Dinesh should be here soon. She decided to change into a more traditional Indian dress.

At around 5.15 she heard the car approach and she opened the door. Dinesh got out smiling.

"Looking good." He said giving her ass a good squeeze. Meeta smiled back. She was getting used to these personal touches.

Dinesh collapsed into the couch. 

"Get me a beer." She said.

She went to the kitchen and bought him one. 

"How was your day?"

"I was fine. I watched TV and cooked."

"Good. Did you take care of your pussy?"

"Yes." She replied shyly.

"Good. Let's see that then." Dinesh said sipping his beer.

"You mean now?" She asked quizzically.

"Yes, why not. I was thinking about it on the drive back."

Meeta tensed again. She slowly fumbled her salwar and undid it. It fell on the ground. She was wearing plain white panties. She slid them down. Then she lifted her kameez and clumsily showed her pussy to him.

"Lose the top. It is coming in the way." Dinesh waved at her.

She obeyed. She was now naked, except for her bra.

"Widen your legs a bit."

She did.

"Come closer."

She did.

He felt her pusssy and inspected it. He rubbed his hand on her soft clit. He loved smooth pussies and always had a hard time convincing his girl friends to do that. Now his wife would always be shaven.

"Nice work. Try to keep it this way all the time."

He leaned back on his couch again.

"So whenever I come from office, you should offer me beer."

"OK." She replied still standing with her pussy in view.

"And you should offer to suck my dick."

She nodded. He will never get tired of me sucking his cock.

"Offer it then."

She stared at him and then understood.

"Do you want me to suck your dick?" 

"Yes, my love." He said pointing at his crotch.

She bent down and started undoing his pants. She slid it down along with his boxers and a semi-hard cock jumped at her. She wrapped her head around it and started licking it. Dinesh sat back with a beer in hand and wet lips around his cock. This was the bliss every man dreamt off. Not to mention he could do this every day for the rest of his life.

Meeta worked his cock. It tasted more salty than usual. She was beginning to feel other subtleties like his movements etc. Her mind wandered into what she was going to do when he came. Swallowing topic was a hard one for her. She still could not get to grip with that. She was reminded of the cruel spanking she received when she refused to lick him clean. She also thought that Dinesh did that because he was drunk but was not certain. She looked up at Dinesh and he had closed his eyes and was lying back on his head. From her previous experiences she realized that he was enjoying it very much and was also close to oragam.

Then he came all of a sudden. Meeta immediately removed his cock but continued pumping him with her hands. Warm cum sprayed a bit on to her face and shoulders. Dinesh moaned in pleasure. 

"Great work. That feels good." He whispered.

Meeta took that as a sign that she could get up and she went to the bathroom to get cleaned. When she got back, Dinesh had dressed and was sipping his beer. She went to pick her clothes up.

"Put them in the bed room and lose the bra. You look good this way." 

Meeta obediently did as told. She came back and the TV was on. She sat next to him. He put a arm around her shoulder and kissed her. 

"Looks like you cooked a lot. I sneaked a taste and it was delicious. Did you do anything besides cooking?"

"No."

"You will get used to it. You need to find yourself a hobby and some stuff to do."

"Yes, I will."

"Let's go to the gym." Dinesh got up. Meeta was not sure.

"I have one more task for you. Get up. If you want wear some clothes as well." 

Meeta took up that offer and went inside. Dinesh was already there and had changed into some shorts. She did the same and wore a t-shirt. She did not want to workout but she knew Dinesh would insist. They went to the gym room after that.

"Get on this treadmill. Let's see if you can run a mile." Meeta hopped on it and Dinesh started it. It began to move and Meeta picked up the pace. About 2 minutes into it she started panting. This was too much for her.

"Can I stop?"

"No. A little more. We need to get you fit." He punctuated that with a crisp slap to her butt.

Meeta quickened at this but she was getting tired. This lasted for another 2 minutes. She was sweating profusely now. It was more tiring than sex.

Dinesh decided to have mercy and stopped it. She got up and grabbed the water bottle. She took deep breaths and looked like she had run a marathon.

"So here's the deal. You have one full month. You need to get yourself fit enough to run 1 full mile in 10 minutes. Got it?"

"I will try." 

"Try hard or there will be consequences." Dinesh laughed. There was a hint of threat in his voice. Meeta smiled but her thoughts raced in a different direction. She was increasingly becoming aware of Dinesh's dual nature. She was not sure if he was just mean or being strict with her. She thought time would tell.

"Go get freshened. I will do a quick run and we can have dinner."

When Dinesh got back, Meeta had changed her dress and was busy arranging the dinner table. There was lot of food there. 

Next day followed a similar pattern in the morning. Meeta busied herself in the afternoon with more cooking. She did not feel like going to the gym and so skipped it. Physical workout was something she was starting to hate. 

Dinesh did not call during the day and was a bit late coming as well. When he finally arrived, Meeta offered him a beer and gathered herself to ask the next question.

"Do you want me to suck your cock?" 

"Not today dear. Get dressed we are going out."

"What about the food?"

"Put that in the fridge. We can use it tomorrow."

"What should I wear? Where are we going?" 

"Dinner but a friend and his wife are joining. Wear the skirt I bought you."

Meeta dressed hurriedly. This was the first time she was meeting someone in this foreign land. This made her nervous. 

As they got into the car, Dinesh started explaining.

"This friend's name is Adam. He is from the UK and works in my office. His wife's name is an Indian girl named Anjana or Anju as we call her. She has been here for about 6 years now. She was originally from north of India." 

Dinesh kept giving more details as they drove. They reached the restaurant. Adam and Anju were already there. Dinesh introduced them to her. They exchanged pleasantries. Anju seemed a very nice girl. She was much more modernly dressed and spoke very fluent English. Meeta & Anju seemed to hit it off.

They ordered wine. Anju had lots of questions on their marriage etc. Meeta tried to answer them to her best. She kept looking at Dinesh from time to time. She wanted to make sure he was approving of her behavior. Dinesh did not seem to pay any attention to her. He was chatting with Adam about some football game. Anju interrupted that by asking Dinesh a question.

"So Mr. Dinesh how does it feel to be finally stringed?

Meeta was not sure what stringed meant.

"So far great. Meeta is a good combination of good and bad girl." He pinched her cheeks as he said that. They all laughed except for Meeta. She felt shy. Anju continued her interrogation.

"And Meeta, how do you feel in this alien country with Dinesh?"

"I...am fine." Meeta stammered trying to find the right words.

"I'm getting used to this place but so far it is good. " She looked at Dinesh nervously. Dinesh interrupted.

"It has been a bit hard for her with the new place and a husband. But she is slowly getting there. I'm teaching her."

"Teaching her? She is like your student?" Anju looked amused.

"You can say that. What do you think Meeta?" He put her on the spot.

"Yes. I do need to learn about living here."

"And living with me." Dinesh added and gave her a squeeze. 

"She is a nice obedient wife. Anju you should learn from her" Adam added and laughed. 

"Maybe I should teach her a few things." Anju chipped in. They all laughed but Meeta was uncomfortable in this conversation. It centered on her and she was not sure what to say. She decided to stay quiet. 

They ordered food. During dinner Dinesh moved his hand to Meeta's lap She became conscious but continued to eat. Dinesh took a bite and moved his hand under her skirt. As he leaned over, he moved his hand farther between her legs and up her thigh a little farther. Meeta coughed slightly and tried to shake him away. There were people around her. She excused herself to the bathroom. As she left, she heard Anju saying.

"Looks like you have found a shy Indian bride." 

"Yes, she is but she will learn." Dinesh replied.

Anju wanted to say that she was perfect for him. She knew of the controlling side of Dinesh. She had seen some of that with his other girl friends. And for a very short period, she also had a bit of crush on Dinesh. She had a suspicion that Dinesh was controlling her more than what they saw in public. 

Meeta came back and saw that they had ordered more wine. Dinesh filled her glass. 

"More for you. I can't drink as much. Need to drive."

"I don't want more." She replied.

"Common, a bit more won't hurt." 

The previous glass was already making her dizzy. She was not sure if she could take it.

"No, I don't think I can drink it."

"Don't be afraid. If you get drunk, I won't take advantage of you." Dinesh joked. They all laughed. Dinesh did not force her to drink it and she was relieved. Adam and Anju were getting more drunk as the evening passed as they were the only ones drinking. Adam seemed a quiet guy , interested more in sports and technology. He spoke with Meeta from time to time but there was not much in common for them to talk. Anju on the other hand was quite keen on chatting up Meeta.

"So what are you doing during the day?" She asked.

"Nothing at this point. I watch TV & cook." Meeta answered.

"And she looks pretty for me." Dinesh butted in.

"I'm sure you want her to do that. You are such a pig." Anju remarked.

Meeta was shocked at that remark but Dinesh did not seem to mind.

"Well one of us has to look better and I rate her chances more." Dinesh ran his hands over her hair. 

"Does he make you do stuff?" Anju continued.

This was a tough question to answer. The reality was yes he did make her do stuff. But how could she answer that.

"What do you mean..." 

"Like ordering you around?"

"No."

"Don't be afraid of him." Dinesh's hands were on her thighs again. 

"I am not..." She mumbled. Dinesh squeezed her thighs.

At this point Adam interjected saying that they should leave as he had early morning meeting. It was getting quite late as well. Dinesh offered to drop them and asked to wait outside the restaurant while he fetched the car. Adam decided to go to the toilet. With Dinesh out of sight, Anju continued.

"Don't be afraid of him. He likes to be controlling but you should stand up."

Meeta nodded, not knowing what to say.

"I only work 4 days a week and can meet you on Friday. We can catch up and I show you around."

"Ok."

"You are naïve but be strong and say no when you must."

"Ok." Meeta felt like she was dominating her now.

Dinesh got the car and they all got in. Anju kept her chatterbox going.

"So Meeta tells me that you like to control her." Meeta was shocked and started at Anju. She just winked back.

"Did she?"

"No. I did not." Meeta mustered the courage. She hated Anju at that point.

"Well you did not but it is not hard to decipher." The wine was talking now.

"You are drunk, Anju." Dinesh joked.

"But yes, I do control her a bit. She needs direction in this new land."

"Direction. Look at you preaching."

"She is drunk now." Adam remarked.

"We are almost at your place. She is your problem now." Dinesh joked. This seemed to lighten the discussion but Anju sulked a bit. As they got out of the car, Anju pulled Meeta closer and whispered.

"Stand up for yourself."

"Bye guys, it was fun meeting you." Adam chipped in and they disappeared into their apartment complex.

"She talks a lot doesn't she. I know her from college here." 

Meeta wondered if she and Dinesh had any other relationship.

"So do I control you?" He asked.

"Yes. At times you do. Like you told me what to wear today." Meeta answered truthfully.

"Yes, I do. So why did you not say that to Anju?"

"I don't want to."

"Ok, but the reality is that I will control you from time to time. That was our agreement. Remember? You are supposed to obey." 

"Yes..." She muttered.

"Let's play a game now to test that."

"What game?"

"For every red light we see, you lose something in you clothing. We start by simple things like your hair clip, each button of your blouse and work up."

"Are you crazy? People might see us."

"It is hard to see through these windows but that is a chance. That is the fun part of the game."

"Fun for you." Meeta raised her voice.

"Yes. Are you saying you won't do that?"

Meeta was afraid to answer this. The car stopped at a red light.

"Ok, first item to remove. Come on..."

"Please can we go home and play some other game."

"No. We play this now." Dinesh switched to his stricter tone.

"For every red light, I need to see something off within 5 seconds. If I don't see that, you get 5 spanks when we get home. And these won't be friendly spanks."

Meeta got scared. She was caught in a difficult place again. The light turned green and they drove on. She did not say anything. Her head spinning from the wine, the fear of removing her clothes in the car and the possibility of a spanking at home.

"There's another light coming." Dinesh said looking ahead. To her relief, it stayed green and they passed through.

Inevitably there was another red light. Dinesh looked at her and smiled.

"What is it going to be?"

"1...2..3...4...5" He counted.

Meeta's mind had wandered to her conversation with Anju. This made a bit defiant. 

"Time's up. 5 swats to your bum when we get home." 

The light changed and they drove on quietly. Meeta's mind was racing. There was no doubt Dinesh would spank her when they got home. That would not be fun and yet what he was asking was also too much. She made up her mind that she would play the game a bit and gamble on the fact that there won't be as many red lights.

At the next red light, Meeta eased her top button of her blouse.

"Good girl."

Dinesh decided to taka longer route to prolong this fun. They caught a red light on 2 of the next 5 stops and Meeta lost 3 of her 4 blouse buttons. Her mind was now doing the math. She had not much to play with. She had one more button and then it was her blouse, skirt and her underwear.

"Do my shoes count?" She asked. It was an acceptance that she was playing the game.

"Yes, they do."

This seemed to help her but her luck was running out. They ran into 4 straight lights and she lost her shoes and socks. She was back to her blouse and skirt.

"How far away are we?" She asked, tension in her voice.

"We are getting close. 4 more miles." 

The next 2 lights were green but they ran into a red. Meeta lost the last button. Her bra was in full view and the blouse was barely hanging onto her. There were no lights for some time and Meeta thought she would escape losing more. 

"One more red. What is it going to be? Your blouse?" 

Meeta looked around. This was a more crowded light and there were cars near them. Meeta hesitated.

"1...2" He counted again. Meeta looked at the other car and they seemed to be looking at their car. It was not clear if they were staring inside. 

"3...4...5"

"OK, I'm doing it." She shouted a bit and took her top off.

"Actually per the rules that was a bit late. But since you have been good, I will let that go. We are almost there."

Almost there was not enough and they hit another light. This time there were in a more secluded spot. Meeta had thought this through. She slipped her panties down. It was better than removing her skirt.

"Smart girl. Now you are playing the game."

Meeta did not feel that smart in her skirt and bra. She kept looking around nervously. They finally reached their house. Meeta reached for her blouse, which was on the car floor.

"No. You need to come in just like that. That is part of the game." 

"But...someone will see us."

"It is a bit late and this is the game." Dinesh took the blouse from her hand and got out. Meeta stayed in there afraid of getting out. 

"Come on hurry up."

"Please can I wear my blouse?"

"No"

"Please..." She begged.

"No. Counting to 5 and if you don't get out, we add 10 more to the 5."

He began counting.

"This is not fair. Please." Meeta tried to reason.

He finished counting. 

"I'm going to start again and this will continue."

Meeta felt it was lost cause and scrambled out. The night air felt cold against her breasts, which were only protected by her bra. The air also played with her panty devoid freshly shaven pussy.

She hurried and followed Dinesh. Thankfully there were no one near them and their neighbors were all-away or had already gone to bed. Dinesh fumbled the keys and opened the door. 

"Get in. We have some indiscipline to take care off. Don't we?" He led her inside.

Once inside, Dinesh went inside to the bedroom. Meeta followed in her semi undressed state.

"As per rules, you get 15 spanks. Let's see with what."

Meeta thought about pleading but she decided not to and take what was coming to her. Dinesh pulled out a wooden ruler from the desk. 

"This will do nicely. Get on the bed on your knees."

She obliged and rested her head on the pillow. Dinesh walked by her and pushed her back down.

"Ass up." He adjusted and flicked her skirt over exposing her round buttocks. 

"So now you count out loud each one and ask for the next. Got it?"

"Yes."

Dinesh was enjoying this again. He decided that the first one would be a hard one. The ruler whizzed in the air.

"Splattt."

"Owww...One." She remembered to count.

"Ask for another?" Dinesh reminded.

"Can I have another?"

"Splattt."

"Two. Can I have another?" She wiggled her bottom in pain. Dinesh admired it. 

"Splattt."

"Three. Can I have another?" She was feeling the sting more and her ass was showing signs already.

"Splattt." Dinesh concentrated on the part where the buttocks met the thighs. 

"Oww...Four. Can I have another?" Meeta was sniffling now.

"Splattt." Another hard one landed. Meeta's hands reached out to rub her bottom.

"Not allowed." He stopped her hands.

"If you need to rub your bottom, you need to ask me. This is your punishment for not following orders before. Anything that happens during this requires my agreement."

"Splattt." He added another spank. Meeta lost count in her head. 

"Six. Can I rub my bottom?"

"That was five. You did not count the last one. And you can rub."

Meeta was grateful. She quickly rubbed the sting off her bottom.

"Let me know when you are ready." Dinesh loved the sight of this girl rubbing her bum and waiting for her next one.

After about half a minute, Meeta spoke up.

"I'm ready for the next."

"Splattt." Dinesh aimed at the flesh part of her buttocks. 

"Six. Can I have another?" Meeta had composed herself.

Dinesh rained the next 4 in quick succession.

"Splattt." 

"Seven. Can I have another?"

"Splattt." 

"Eight. Can I have another?"

"Splattt." 

"Nine. Can I have another?"

"Splattt." 

"Ten. Can I have another?"

The sting in her bum resumed for Meeta and she groaned.

"Can I rub my bottom? Please?"

"No."

"Please?" She tried again. Dinesh was hitting her hard and while she was fine now she was not sure if she could handle the next five.

"No."

"Splattt." Dinesh added another hard one.

"Oww... Eleven. Can I have another?"

"Splattt."

"Twe..lve. Can I have another?" Meeta now started sobbing.

"Splattt." It was probably the hardest of his hits. Her buttocks quivered and she clenched. 

"Thirteen. Can I have one more?" Meeta gritted her teeth.

"You can stop counting." Dinesh finished the next two in quick succession. After the fifteenth, he rubbed her bottom with his hands and soothed them. Meeta liked that and she closed her eyes. He continued rubbing her bottom and his hands also roamed over her pussy. Meeta was glad it was over.

"Ok, get up now."

Dinesh put the ruler back in the drawer and started changing his clothes. Meeta gingerly got up and walked to the bathroom. Her bum hurt as she moved. At that moment she was afraid of Dinesh. 

When she got back from the bathroom, Dinesh was lying in the bed.

"Learnt you lesson? Come here." He ordered.

She walked next to him.

"Turn around."

She did and displayed her freshly spanked bottom.

"Looks like your bottom did learn the lesson." She gently squeezed it.

Meeta clenched again but did not say anything. She was a bit defiant but did not have the courage to speak out.

"Now thank me for it." Dinesh continued.

"Thank you." She blurted.

"Say it like you mean it. You don't sound like you are thanking me from your heart."

"Thank you." She tried again with more effort.

"Better. Now you need to thank someone else." Meeta started like a deer.

"Don't forget. Every spanking end with something."

Meeta understood. She slid on the bed and pulled his shorts down. She got to work with her mouth and his very hard cock. Dinesh played with her hair and encouraged her in the act. Fifteen minutes into that, he came again. Another wonderful orgasm and she was getting used to it. 

Meeta was quickly learning to anticipate when was exploding and expertly moved his cock out of her mouth. She did sprayed with cum on her face and her bra clad breasts. She looked up and Dinesh had closed his eyes and was still groaning. She gently worked his penis with her hands and that elicited more moans. Then she slid past the bed and went back to the bathroom.

[pvsraju]

Then one day out of the blue, Anju called at her house. They chatted for a while over tea. Anju was trying to pry as much information as she could. She sensed that not everything was all right in this relationship. She knew Dinesh was all over this poor naïve girl and that was something she could not easily swallow.

Anju managed to maneuver the talk towards sex.

"So how are things with you and Dinesh in bed? It must be hard for a girl like you from a small town."

Meeta was shocked at this question.

"It is fine."

"Don't be shy. I can help you here."

Meeta thought she was right but was struggling to open up.

"It's fine. A bit new to me but it is going fine."

"Is Dinesh behaving?" Anju decided to be direct.

"What do you mean?"

"I have known Dinesh before and he can be very demanding."

Meeta was stunned a bit. She knew more about her husband than she had thought.

"Yes, he is bit demanding. I suppose men are like that."

"Yes, men are like that. But you also need to control the situation. Don't agree to everything he wants. Make sure you hold your ground. "

Meeta just looked on.

"Has he ordered you to do anything you don't want?"

Meeta's thought raced. What can she reveal to a woman who she barely knew but was getting quite personal? Dinesh had ordered her to wear the clothes he wanted, ordered her to suck his cock, strip partly in public and make sure she ran a 1mile in like 10 minutes. She knew she had to reply and the running demand seemed the most personal one.

"Yes, he wants me to get better running."

"What do you mean?"

"He wants me to run on the treadmill for a mile and do it in like 10 minutes or so. "

Anju was amused and shocked. That was a weird request but she understood why Dinesh would do that.

"Do you want to?"

"No. I don't like running as much."

"Then don't do it."

"He will be angry."

"Yes, he will but you have to take a stand otherwise he will keep demanding more."

"I don't know. I am a bit afraid."

"I can understand. But you have to be strong."

"I will try."

"Yes, so make sure you don't do that and tell him that you don't like that. Be firm."

"OK."

"What else does he make you do?"

"Nothing else."

Anju suspected that was not true but decided not to push her anymore. She had opened up a bit and that was good.

"OK. We should go out some time. Shopping or something."

"Yes."

"I will sort something out and let you know"

They chatted a bit and then Anju left. Meeta reflected on the conversation and what she had agreed to do. She was going to stand up to Dinesh and not practice running as she had told. She was given 4 weeks for that and 1 week had already passed. She made up her mind that she would not do that and as Anju said, stand her ground.

The next few weeks flew by. Meeta was getting into the routine of waking up, doing some reading, cooking and waiting for Dinesh to come home. Some evenings, Dinesh would come late and so she was all-alone for a long time. Some evenings would also end with her giving him a blowjob. She was becoming a good cocksucker as Dinesh would joke. They also had sex 2 times a day. She was beginning to like the sex part more and getting into it. She searched the Internet for more details and improved her education on it.

One Saturday, after the 4 weeks had passed and while they were having the breakfast, Dinesh spoke about it.

"How is your running going?"

Meeta mustered courage. 

"I did not run much. I don't like it."

"So you did not practice at all?" Dinesh looked amused at her.

"No. I hated it and so did not."

"Can you run half a mile?"

"I don't think so."

"That was terrible. I gave you one full month for this and you can't even run half way."

"I'm sorry but I don't like running."

"That does not matter. It will keep you fit and we agreed on it."

"Look I can't. Why don't you understand?" She shouted back.

"That tone is not good. First of all you fail the test and now you are shouting at me." He was much calmer.

"I don't want to run." She seemed contrite but she held her ground. Her mind wandered to the conversation she had with Anju.

"And you decided that without talking to me?"

"I felt like it."

"You felt like it." Dinesh repeated what she said.

"This is not acceptable. Disobedience of the highest level." Dinesh raise his voice. He was clearly angry.

"I think we need to teach you lesson. At the least you could have told me about this before."

She realized her folly. She was not standing up as she had hoped. And not speaking to Dinesh before about it meant she was on flimsy ground. This meant only one thing. A spanking. She had managed few weeks without it.

'Ok, come to the living room. We will work on this."

"I'm sorry." She squeaked.

He smiled at her defensive approach.

"Not really. You will be sorry later. Get going and don't increase your punishment any more."

Dinesh was trying to think of the best way to punish her. He wanted to be a bit creative. Meeta was scared now. She felt she  had angered him more and that won't be good for her. They went to the living room.

"Get naked. I will count to ten. Any delay increases what your bum is going to get today."

"I...2...3"

Meeta frantically stripped. Dinesh was enjoying the site of his lovely girl trying to get naked only to be punished. Meeta managed to get her bra off when Dinesh counted the last.

"10. Too slow."

"I'm almost done." Meeta cried as she tugged her panties down. 

"Good. Now go to the bathroom and get that body oil."

Meeta was surprised at this request. She was getting ready for a beating but this was totally out of context. She obeyed and fetched the oil.

Dinesh wanted to prolong the punishment and also the humiliation. He was also going to give her the worst of her punishments and wanted to make sure her ass could handle it. Meeta handed him the oil.

"Over my knee." 

Dinesh sat on the chair. Meeta draped herself over his knee and rested her hands on the floor. Dinesh took a good portion of the oil and applied it on her ass. He rubbed it in and massaged her round and firm cheeks.

"I want you remember this well. You have disobeyed me and you are also acting up. My request was reasonable and you knew this long ago. "

Dinesh lectured her and continued rubbing. Her ass cheeks were shining. Then out of nowhere.

"Smack." His hand smacked her. Meeta was expecting this 5 minutes ago but not now.

Dinesh continued spanking her and alternatively rubbing her. He wanted the blood to flow well into her cheeks. The second half of this was going to be hard and he did not want her skin to break.

After a minute of hand spanking, Dinesh stopped.

"Get up."

She obeyed.

"Hands on this chair. Ass up."

She positioned herself.

"Higher. I want you on tip toes and spread your legs."

She stretched and complied. 

Dinesh adjusted her cheeks and pulled her a little more. She tried to balance herself on the toes. This felt ridiculous to her.

Ridiculous, however, was not what she felt a moment later. She felt something crash into her bum. She let out a gasp and turned around to see Dinesh wielding his belt which was nicely folded into two. 

"Splatt..."

The second stroke was harder. Her mind went blank for a moment even trying to think about what she should think. She was interrupted in this meditation by another landing of the belt. Her bum burned and as she shifted, he felt like she was going to fall over. He also let out a muffled sob.

"Stay still and hold position." Dinesh ordered.

"Splatt..." 

"Splatt..." 

As she struggled to hold her balance, two rapid blows landed. She dropped and her legs and started rubbing her fiery bum.

"Please. I have learnt my lesson. I'm sorry." She cried. 

"I'm not sure if you have learnt a lesson and also you left your position." Dinesh said dispassionately.

"I will give you a 5 min break and then we will resume."

Ohh my god thought, Meeta. He is cruel and wants to do this more. She now wished she had followed his orders and pushed herself to do the run. She thought he would let her go easy. It was big mistake and now her bum was paying the price. She gently touched it. It was sore but there were no welts. She looked around to see the damage. It was getting a bit pink but her brown ass was not showing much colour.

Dinesh also admired her position and the powerful situation he was in. His wife was naked in front of him and waiting for the next round of punishment. His cock was rock hard. He wanted to stop and maybe fuck her or have some oral pleasures. But he also wanted this to be her worst punishment. He was serious about her fitness.

"Let's try a different position." Dinesh spoke after few minutes, as if conducting an experiment. Meeta gingerly stepped forward looking up to him with pleading eyes.

"I'm sorry I have to do this but you need a lesson." He led her to the living room.

"Get down on your knees."

She did.

"Get your breasts on the floor and that naughty ass of yours as high as you can."

Meeta awkwardly tried that. This felt worse than bending over.

"Higher, you can do better." Dinesh prodded.

Meeta tried her best. Her face was on the floor and so were her breasts. It was embarrassing to be made to display herself like this.

Dinesh wandered behind her and admired the position. 

"Keep your legs together."

She shifted and that made her ass rise a bit higher. Dinesh felt it look cuter that way. He then took some oil again and massaged her a bit. Meeta loved the gentle rub of the oil against her freshly punished ass.

After a few minutes of silent rubbing, Dinesh got up. He went to the other room and to get the belt he had forgotten. Meeta anxiously waited in her exposed position.

"Let's do six more. Shall we?"

Meeta did not reply. She did not have a say. She was also having mixed emotions of being sorry and angry. Dinesh was being cruel but he was also clear when he set the ground rules. So from that angle he was fair. Strict and cruel but fair.

"Splatt..." Stroke 1 of the new batch landed.

"Owww..." Meeta cried. That hurt and she wiggled her ass.

"Splatt..." Another one this time it her at the place where her ass met the thighs.

"Splatt..." Another in the middle of her cheeks.

"Splatt..." Almost at the same spot. She choked a sob and cried out.

"Sorry."

"Two more to go." Dinesh assured her. He however paused longer than before and made her anticipate it. 

"Splatt..." He carefully landed the next one. The burning in her ass reached a peak and she tried to wiggle it away.

"Last one coming." 

"Splatt..." The final one landed with a good force and the burning found a new peak.

She instinctively tried to rub it.

"No rubbing. Stay in the position. You can continue to wiggle your bum though." Dinesh mocked her.

She was slow in moving her hands back.

"Hands back. Do you want few more?" Dinesh shouted.

"No." She quickly restored the status.

"Good. Stay like that till I tell you to get up."

Dinesh watched her from behind. Her beautiful bum had taken a decent beating. There were no welts and so it would be fine later on but she felt the sting for sure. He could see her bum twitch a bit. He was enjoying this and she was not.

"Come lie over my lap." He gestured.

She got up clumsily, her breasts jiggling in the process. She desperately wanted to rub her bum but managed to keep away from it. Dinesh was sitting in the couch. She walked over like a little girl and placed herself over his lap. Dinesh adjusted her a bit so that her bum placed just below his head. He ran his hands over her bum.

"That hurt right?" He punctuated that question by squeezing her cheeks a bit.

"Yes..." She moaned.

"It was supposed too as it as a punishment." He gently rubbed her cheeks now and that she moaned a bit in relief.

"Will you be better next time?"

"Yes." She was quick to reply. He added some oil to her bum and massaged the sting away. She was feeling grateful at that moment. She felt that she was totally under his thumb and keeping him happy was the only way to keep her happy.

"Good. I am glad the message got through." He surprised her by giving a crisp slap to her bum. It stung.

"Now get up, we have one last punishment."

She felt a sense of fear. What was he talking about?

He led her towards the Gym room. Meeta feared more spanking. As he walked she ran her hands over his cheeks, just to feel them. They no longer stung but were a bit sore. 

Dinesh wanted to prolong her punishment and wanted to send her a clear message.

"Up in the treadmill." 

She got up.

"I'm going to set this to very slow speed. But you are going to walk this for the next 30 minutes. This is what you should have done for the last month to achieve your goal. "

With that he pressed the start button. Meeta's legs started moving. It was not at running speed but she had to put some effort. The movement also did not help her spanked bum. As if that was not enough, Dinesh gave her another crisp slap.

"Think about this. I will be back in 30 mins."

With that he left. Meeta reflected on what happened in the last 1 hour. It was certainly the most intense of her sessions with Dinesh. He was the boss and there was no doubt about that. And he was making sure today that she toed the line or be punished. She hated being this spot but was not sure what to do. She reasoned to herself that she could have avoided this by completing what Dinesh has originally told her. She continued walking in her naked self and after about 20 minutes she started feeling tired. She mustered more effort and continued.

Dinesh finished some phone calls and was watched TV. He looked at his watch and it was close to 30 minutes. So he decided to go check her. In the Gym, the treadmill had stopped. Meeta was not sure what to do next and so she stood there naked and a touch sweaty. 

"Looks like you had a good workout." He remarked. She hung her head down, a bit embarrassed. They walked in to the living room. Dinesh was aroused by this power play and wanted a good fuck. He put his hands over her shoulder and whispered into her ear.

"You look real hot after you are punished. I think you need a good fucking." He nibbled at her ears and she felt a tickling sensation. Her body also grew warm at his affection. 

Dinesh pushed her on the bed and she fell on her ass. She squeaked as her ass touched the bed. Dinesh quickly dropped on his knees and started playing with his pussy. First with fingers and then his tongue. 

Meeta was startled but started enjoying the sensations. Her ass still hurt from the belting she received but now her pussy was receiving waves of pleasure. It was an odd mix of pain and pleasure. 

Dinesh held her thighs apart and worked furiously. She was getting wet by the second and he loved her reactions. Once she was wet enough, he got up and stripped his pyjamas. He slowly entered her. She gave gasp as his erect cock penetrated her. She was loving this.

"Nice and tight you are." He quipped.

He slowly increased the pace and was soon humping her with his cock ramming into her. Her moans increased and she put her arms above her head and grabbed the pillows. After some serious fucking, Meeta reached orgasm and Dinesh could tell by her reactions. He slowly pulled out of her as she moaned. She wanted a bit more and so she tried to get hold of him.

"Want more. Don't you?"

She nodded.

"Then you get to work." He moved on the bed beside her. 

She understood that he wanted her to get on top. She did and slowly slid into him. She started riding him and her pleasure returned. Dinesh grabbed her by her ass and she was reminded of the punishment. But she continued humping.

"Nice work." He punctuated that with a slap to his ass. She winced a bit.

"Enjoying this?" He slapped her ass again.

She nodded and continued grinding. She was getting tired and breaking up quite a sweat. But at the same time she was enjoying this as well. She came again and that made her slow down a bit. Dinesh grabbed by her hip, pulled her down and started fucking her hard. She groaned in pleasure and some pain as his things slammed into her ass cheeks. 

They both were drenched in sweat and Meeta was really tired now. Dinesh however was not done. 

"Get up." He asked her to get off his cock. She did.

"Finish me with your mouth." He ordered.

Meeta was gasping and the last thing she wanted to do was suck him. But she did not want to give him any more reasons to torment her ass. She slipped on the side and took his cock in her mouth. It was slimy with her juices and she felt strange licking it. Dinesh was very close to orgasm and so it did not take too long and he came violently. Some of the warm cum also hit her face and she turned her face away. Meeta was thankful that he came quickly and she slowly massaged the last bit of cum from his cock.

[pvsraju]

Dinesh moaned as she worked on his cock. He looked up and she was dutifully milking his cock. Her eyes looked a bit tired, possibly, from the tears she shed. 

"That was good. The best!"

Meeta was glad he felt that she way. She enjoyed the second part with the fucking but what happened in the morning was not forgotten. Her ass still hurt from the thrashing.

"Did you learn a lesson though?" 

"Yes."

"Start working out. I will redo the test in 3 weeks."

She nodded.

"Let's go out somewhere. It is almost evening."

He got up and went for a shower. Meeta got up and felt her ass, which was tender. Her hands also wandered around her pussy and it was still a bit moist from the sex. She increasingly getting aware of her sexuality and she liked the sex. Some of the other stuff around it was however not that easy to swallow. Her mouth still tasted salty from his cum. She decided to shower in the other bathroom. 

The hot shower helped her to calm down but it hurt when water or soap came in contact with her ass. She closed her eyes and remembered the sight of the belt in his hands. As she got out of the shower, Dinesh was smartly dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. 

"I have selected the clothes for you." He indicated the nicely laid stack on the bed.

Meeta dried herself and looked at what she was supposed to wear. Dinesh had picked one of the short skirts and top to go with. There was bra next to it but no panties. She obediently dressed. She felt a bit naked, as she had not worn this skirt since the first time. Dinesh had made her go panty-less before but it was the first time in this small skirt.

"Can I wear my underwear? It feels a bit odd." She tried her luck but was not sure if he would agree.

"No. You don't get to wear panties this weekend. Plus I think you ass won't mind that as panties might hurt."

Meeta thought about that. It was partly right but she rather take the pain then go without panties. She did not say anything.

"Let's go out for a drink. It is a bit too early for dinner. We can then figure out what to do."

They got into the car. As she sat on the leather seats, Meeta winced. Her ass was getting sorer. Dinesh saw that.

"Sorry your ass had to take that. But you deserved it for disobeying me." 

Meeta kept quiet. Dinesh sensed the defiance in her silence.

"I think this will make sure you remember next time. Won't you?" Dinesh was trying to make her talk.

"Yes." She mumbled.

"Remember what?" Dinesh persisted.

"Not...to disobey you?" Meeta blurted out. She felt humiliated having to say it.

"We will get you drunk and you will forget that." Dinesh joked and pulled over into a parking lot. It was bar like place and was quite crowded. Meeta meekly walked behind him, making sure her skirt stayed low. The cool air and her lack of underwear was helping with her sore behind. 

They entered in and Dinesh went to the bar. There were couple of bar stools free and he got into one. Meeta maneuvered herself on it awkwardly. The hard stool caused her more pain and so she shifted uneasily trying to find the best spot. There was not one.

"Drink?" 

"I will have coke." She replied looking around nervously at all the people, wondering if they knew her state of undress.

"A pint of Stella, a coke and a glass of white wine." Dinesh ordered. The bar lady was busy juggling the different drink orders and Meeta looked at her in awe. She got the beer first and the followed it by the wine. 

"This wine is for you. I have also ordered coke. The wine will help you relax and also with the pain in your naughty bum." Meeta quickly looked around to see if anyone heard that. 

"Don't worry. Plenty of women get spanked by their husbands." Dinesh had no idea if that was true but neither did Meeta. Couples do practice such relationships and in some cases it is also forced on the wife. What they were doing was closer to the latter. 

"Do they?" Meeta got a bit curious.

"Well...it is not that common but at the same time it does happen. I think it is a good way to run the relationship. I will take care of you and make sure all your needs are satisfied. But at the same time you need to give up some control and let me decide things."

"Yes. But I don't like it." The waitress bought her coke and she took a sip.

"Off course, no one likes having their bum spanked. You just need to behave and remember that if you get me angry, your bum pays the price."

Meeta stayed quiet. The message was loud and clear. She disagreed but did not know how to counter argue. Dinesh took a long sip of the beer.

"Have some wine. So what made you disobey?"

Meeta took a sip of the wine and it actually felt ok. Just like other things she was getting used to the alcohol.

"I don't know." She replied.

"You know. You just can't say it. Think again."

"I did not like it and thought you would understand."

"Understand what?"

"That I did not like it."

"It is good for you. You are at home all day with little to no activity."

She nodded. That part was true. She switched to the wine. It was working well. Dinesh finished his beer and ordered another. 

"Do other wives exercise?" 

"Yes. There are gyms here as well if you are interested."

"Does Anju exercise?" She was the only person she knew here.

"I don't know. She might. Speaking of her, did you meet again after that." 

"No. Only once."

"What did you talk?"

"Just the usual stuff."

"Did she ask any private questions? She is a bit nosy."

"Not much. She asked about how I was adjusting etc." Meeta did not want to divulge any more.

"Next time you speak to her ask about the exercise and you can also ask her what she feels about me forcing you to do it."

Meeta was surprised at how close Dinesh was to knowing what actually happened. She took a long sip of the wine.

"One more?" Dinesh asked.

She nodded. 

"One more wine, please."

Meeta shifted in her seat.

"Let's go somewhere comfortable." Dinesh took the beer and wine and got up. Meeta did the same and the cool air returned to soothe her ass. She felt good and did not want to sit again. Dinesh was right about not wearing panties.

They walked around the place and found a nice quiet corner with a more comfortable couch. This was much better than the barstool.

"Better on your bum?" Dinesh joked.

Meeta smiled back.

"So what else did you and Anju talk about?"

"Nothing else. Cooking etc." She partly lied.

"Cooking, really? Anju hardly cooks." 

"She..." "She was asking me about my cooking." Meeta stammered trying to cover her lie.

"I think you are hiding something from me. You girls were gossiping." Dinesh laughed.

"Did she ask about our sex life?" 

"Yes." Meeta decided to say the truth.

"But I was not comfortable talking about it and so we did not talk much."

"Nosy girl!!"

"Did she tell you to disobey me?" Dinesh was fishing a bit. He was not sure but it felt that Meeta was not telling him everything.

"What do you mean?" Meeta shot back but could not hide the nervous tone.

"I don't know but maybe she is partly to blame for your what happened to your bum."

Meeta went quiet. Dinesh hit the nail on the head.

"She did. Didn't she?"

"Yes." Meeta looked down on her glass of wine.

"That nosy interfering bitch." Dinesh laughed.

"Poor you." 

Meeta agreed. She was the poor one, caught between  Anju and a belt wielding husband.

"She deserves a spanking." Dinesh took another sip of the beer.

Meeta was shocked to hear that. Would Dinesh spank her?

"Next time you speak to her. Tell her about what happened. You also tell her that I was angry and spanked you."

"No. I don't want to tell her that."

"You will. " Dinesh used his strict tone of voice.

"No. Please don't make me do that. It is weird telling her that."

"Trust me that will help. You don't need to give her all the details."

"OK." Meeta agreed.

He hugged her and gave her a kiss. 

"Good girl."

Dinesh wanted to see how Anju reacted to that. She was playing a game with him via his wife. Dinesh knew juicy secrets about Anju from their college days. Secrets that Anju's husband Adam did not know. Because of that Dinesh held the power in their relationship and Anju hated that. He felt sorry for Meeta who was now caught in this proxy battle. But it was fun and it added a new twist to his domination of Meeta.

Meeta finished her 2nd wine and was feeling it. Dinesh had another beer and was enjoying the conversation and the occasional feel up her skirt. He also flicked her pussy from time to time making her shudder a bit. They then got up and decided to have dinner. Dinesh took her to a nice sandwich place. As they were eating, Dinesh ran into one of his friend. 

"Hey Dinesh." The guy exclaimed. He had another person with him.

"Hi Praveen." Dinesh replied and shook his hands.

"So you back from India. And is this is your wife?"

"Yes, I got back a month ago. This is my wife Meeta. Meeta, this is Praveen, a friend whom I went to college with."

"Hello." Meeta said. Praveen smiled back. Meeta also observed that the other guy was staring at her legs. This made her uncomfortable. 

"This is  Ravi, my roommate." Praveen introduced him.

"So how is marriage treating you?" Praveen asked.

"Nice. Have a lovely wife." Dinesh put his arms around her shoulder.

"I can see that." Praveen joked. Ravi was still starting at her. They ate together and talked about random things like football, cricket, a movie etc. Meeta kept quiet except for the occasional nod of agreement.

"She is a bit shy. Isn't she?" Praveen asked.

"A little bit but mainly because of the new country, people etc. I am trying to open her up and teach her a few tricks" Dinesh joked and put his hands on her thighs. Meeta was a bit embarrassed because they could all see her skirt ride up a bit. 

The sandwiches were done quickly and Praveen and his friend left.

"He is an ok guy. Not a close friend." Dinesh explained to her.

"The other guy was strange. He kept looking at me." Meeta offered her observation.

"Yes, I noticed that. One of those people who struggles to talk to women but does not mind staring. "

"He is weird. I did not like him."

"Well you are worth looking at." Dinesh leaned and kissed her. 

"But I might hide you from him next time."

It was getting close to 8.00 PM. It was getting a bit cold as well. Meeta had totally forgotten about her lack of panties and also the punishment this morning. The wine did help. They walked by a cake shop.

"Do you want something sweet?" 

"Yes. Sure."

They entered. The place had lots of different cakes and they offered a taster of them. Meeta and Dinesh tried a few. Meeta liked one of them very much and exclaimed.

"That is great. I love it." 

"That is a cheesecake."

"I want it."

"Sure, let's take them home." They ordered a few cakes and drove back home. 

"Why did we not eat here?" Meeta asked.

"I have a plan." 

Meeta was getting afraid of his plans but stayed quiet.

As they got home, Dinesh said.

"Let me toss a coin and that will decide who gets to eat the cakes first." 

"Ok, why can't we eat together?"

"You will know soon. Your call."

"She called heads and it came tails." 

"I get to eat first."

Meeta was visibly disappointed.

"You want to eat the cake, don't you?"

She nodded and smiled.

"You want to eat it first?" 

"Yes."

Dinesh started removing his clothes to her surprise. 

"So this cake is quite easy to spread and my plan was to eat of each others bodies."

Meeta was not sure. She wanted to eat the cake but it felt odd. Dinesh was quickly naked. He then laid on the couch, opened one of the cake boxes and smeared his lips with the cake.

"Start here." 

Meeta got the idea and tried to lick his lips. The cake was delicious and so quickly ravished it. She looked up to Dinesh for seconds. Dinesh now applied the cake to his chest. Meeta got the idea and instinctively knew that she was going to have to eat it of his cock as well. 

She licked the cake off his chests. The third serving went down further and was by his belly button. Meeta adjusted herself on her knees. His cock was getting hard and she moved it away to get access to the cake. The cake was really good and so she was licking it off quickly.

"Now the final serving." Dinesh tool all of the cake and smeared it on his cock and thighs.

"Make sure this area is completely cake free." He applied a little bit of cake to her face.

Meeta got back to work, licking his balls and cock. His cock kept moving from the arousal and she had a touch time keeping it in control. She was also feeling a bit full but there was still some cake left. So she worked on it.

"I bet you never eaten cake like this." Dinesh moaned.

"Yes. This is the strangest way." 

"It is the best way as well."

"Best for you." Meeta muttered in between her licking.

"Don't worry. You will get your chance as well."

Meeta cleaned up to her best. His cock was getting a bit sticky.

"I'm done." She looked up.

"Want another cake?"

"No."

Dinesh looked down.

"There is still some left by my balls. Lick that clean. Work a little more."

Meeta obediently went back to licking. She gathered as much saliva as she could and worked on it. His cock was now wet and shiny. She was wondering if he would ask her to suck him. She was tired from the activities of the day and was not in a mood for that.

"That's good. Now get up. My turn."

Meeta stood up.

"Get that cake and get naked."

She bought the cake to him. The she slipped off her top and undid her bra. She unzipped the skirt and was fully naked in quick time.

"Sit here." Dinesh offered his spot and got up.

He took his cake and mashed it a bit. Then he smeared some on her breasts and face.

"You tell me where you want this or else I will make my own decision."

Meeta was not sure. She was embarrassed to tell him where to put the cake. But she wanted to play the game a bit.

"My stomach."

Dinesh obliged and smeared some.

"What about here?" He put his finger on her pussy and twirled it.

She giggled at the touch and did not say anything.

"Still shy. I won't put anything there unless you tell me."

"Ok."

"Ok. What?"

"Put some there."

"Where?" Dinesh was toying with her.

"In my pussy?" 

"A lot or just a little?" Dinesh continued.

"A little."

"Are you sure?"

She smiled. Dinesh lathered it with a lot of cake. It felt cool and a little bit dripped on her thighs.

Dinesh started with her breasts and licked with fervor. Meeta felt a bit ticklish at first but then started liking the sensations.

Dinesh moved on to her belly and that tickled even more. She giggled. Dinesh increased the intensity and the reduced the ticklishness. Then he moved to her pussy. There was enough cake to work on and so he expertly used his tongue. Meeta was finding this pleasurable and so she closed her eyes. 

Half way through he stopped. He wanted to see if she reacted to that. Meeta felt angry at the stoppage and opened her eyes.

"Continue?"

"Yes, off course." She sounded irritated.

"Now the shy girl wants more."

"Yes..." She groaned.

"Ask nicely and I will do it."

Meeta was irritated even more. Why was he doing this? Yet she wanted this to continue.

"Please continue." She pleaded.

Dinesh launched his second salvo and this time he was putting a lot more effort. She groaned and instinctively wrapped her legs around his neck. Dinesh worked up the face and sensed her orgasm. She started shouting and groaning. It was the most expressive she had been with him. Then her orgasm hit her and her moans reached top pitch before subsiding. Dinesh let her catch her breadth and waited for her legs to be lifted off him.

"Now that's how you eat cake." He got up and went to the kitchen. When he was back, Meeta had recovered and had a guilty look on her face. She barely managed to look at him. 

"That was good." She managed to say something.

"Good. You horny little naughty girl."

"Now get on all fours. I want to fuck you."

Meeta was a bit tired and did not want any more sex but she sensed Dinesh wouldn't be happy if she did not comply. So she slid off the couch and got on all fours. 

Dinesh got down and fingered her already wet pussy. He also played with her ass. The sting from the morning was mostly gone but Meeta still felt a bit. Then something happened that caught Meeta by surprise. She felt his fingers in her ass hole. Dinesh was not interested in fucking her asshole but he also felt that was one thing he had to do to make sure he fully had her. He was not planning to fuck her today but wanted to see how she responded. Her hole was really tight and she also instinctively squeezed it.

"This is one hole, I have not used. But will do so some day." He toyed with it. Meeta was shocked. She had not expected that at all. She was too stunned to say anything.

"What do you think?" Dinesh forced an answer.

"I don't know. Can we fuck there?"

"Yes we can. You have 3 holes and I have used 2 of them so far. This is the 3rd one."

"Ok." She acknowledged.

"You won't like it here but I might. So we will work on it and I will fuck you there some day. So don't worry today."

With that he thrust his cock into her sticky pussy. He pumped her and kept playing with her ass cheeks and spreading them. Meeta held her position but her thoughts went to her ass hole. How can he fuck me there? That is so tight and dirty. She was really scared.

Dinesh pumped more and he was building up a nice orgasm. As he came, he sprayed over ass cheeks and collapsed on the side. He gave her ass a good slap as he sat next to her.

"You can get off that position."

Meeta got up and sat next to him. Dinesh was pulled her close to him. 

"That was good. Wasn't it?"

She nodded. Her ass was sticky with his cum and her pussy with the cake. She wanted to take a shower.

"Can I go take a shower?"

"Yes, I was thinking the same. You go ahead. I will shower in the other bathroom."

They both showered and got out. Dinesh took longer than usual and so was out later. As he entered, Meeta was dressed in her pyjammas and top.

"Shower felt good." Dinesh exclaimed and then stared at her.

"I don't think you should be dressed. I still have not forgotten the morning."

The second half of the day was some of the best sex they had but Dinesh wanted to play the power games and so wanted to remind her of what happened in the morning. 

"Common. Get naked." He waved his fingers.

"But you already punished me." Meeta was bit defiant.

"I know that this is a continuation of that." Dinesh jumped into the bed and took his tablet and started playing with it.

Meeta sat for a while. She hated being made to undress for no reason. But she was afraid of angering him.

"Do you need help?" Dinesh looked up.

"No." She got up and removed her pyjammas and underwear. Stark naked she climbed into the bed.

"Good. You also stay naked tomorrow."

[pvsraju]

Meeta and Dinesh woke up late on Sunday. Meeta was the first and she got up and made herself coffee. She was distinctly aware of her nakedness and it felt strange sitting in the kitchen having coffee with no clothes on. Dinesh wandered in his boxers shortly. 

"Good morning. Naked glory." 

"Good morning."

He made himself coffee and sat next to her.

"You look beautiful."

"Is it because I am naked?"

"Partly. Plus it is quite hard to look good when you are naked. It is easy to look good with clothes, make up etc."

Meeta pondered over his philosophy. It was probably true but she did not like it. Dinesh interrupted her with a kiss to her lips and she reciprocated. They sat for a while like two lovers.

"Can you cook something today?" Dinesh asked.

"OK. Can I wear something?" 

"An apron is all you get to wear." Dinesh smiled at her.

Dinesh sat at the table reading stuff on his tablet and Meeta got cooking in her apron. Her bare bum was nicely on display and she looked sexy. Dinesh was thinking what else he could do with her today. Yesterday went perfectly. He got to dominate her and she also enjoyed parts of the sex. He wanted to maintain that balance in their relationship. As she was cooking, Dinesh groped her from behind and squeezed her cheeks. 

"Did you enjoy yesterday?" 

"Yes, I did." He nibbled at her ears and Meeta liked it.

"Not the punishment. I bet." He ran his fingers over her ass. There was hardly any mark from yesterday. 

"No I did not like that." 

"What about the cake?" 

Meeta giggled at the thought of cake. 

"What can we do with you today?" Dinesh asked rhetorically.

"How about leaving me alone for a while?" Meeta laughed.

"Leaving this piece of ass alone is hard. Dinesh squeezed hard.

They had breakfast with Meeta in her apron. 

"So, today, we are going to go for a run outside. It is a decent day outside. Let this be the first day of exercising."

Meeta nodded. 

"Where will we go?"

"I know a nice quiet place."

"Be nice with me. I have not done much exercising." 

"I will. But you are still in my punishment book and so you better do what I tell you to."

"What will I wear?" Meeta was afraid that Dinesh would make her run naked.

"Don't worry. I will get you something to wear." 

Dinesh bought her a pair of shorts, t-shirt and a bra. Meeta had not worn shorts outside but she like it better than the skirt. There was not underwear and she hated that. Dinesh was dressed in shorts and t-shirt as well. They drove for about 15 minutes to an isolated place, which also had a pond. It was quite cold and early and so it looked even emptier.

"It is cold." Meeta pointed out.

"Yes, a bit. But running will warm us up."

They both started jogging. Dinesh slowed to match her pace. It did not take too long for Meeta to get tired. She started gasping. 

"Common, don't stop." Dinesh scolded her.

"I'm trying." She panted. After a few more yards she stopped.

"That was horrible. Don't stop."

"Please. I need a break."

"OK, I will let you have a break but there is a penalty."

Meeta stared at him. Dinesh calmly got closer and tugged her shorts down to her thighs. 

"What are you doing?" Meeta frantically looked around to see if anyone was there. There wasn't anyone.

"You can take as many breaks as you want. But every break will mean your pants are down and you bum gets some fresh air."

"What if someone sees me?" There was anger in her voice.

"Unlikely anyone will be here but that is the risk you are taking when you stop."

"That is not fair." She lowered her tone.

"If you had practiced like I told you this wouldn't have happened."

"Please. I will practice. You already punished me."

"One more round will remind you that. Now stop complaining unless you want me to remove those shorts completely."

That scared the heck out of Meeta. There was no way she was willing to give up the shorts totally. She resigned to the fact and thought about what she could do next. She quickly pulled up her pants and started jogging at a very slow pace. Dinesh watched her from behind and then joined her.

"A little bit of encouragement helps." He playfully patted her covered bum.

Meeta did not say anything. She was being coerced to do it. Encouragement was just an excuse. However it did work and she was running again. The next sprint did not last too long as Meeta started tiring again. The one silver lining was that they were near a wooden area and so there was even less visibility. She pushed herself but could not go further and so decided that this would a place to stop. Dinesh was ahead of her and he looked back and stopped.

"Not bad. You did better."

Meeta panted.

"Pants down when you stop." Dinesh reminded her.

Meeta peeled down her pants till where her bum met the thighs. She walked clumsily.

"How much do we have to run?"

"This trail is only about 2Km. We are probably 1/3rd of the way now."

Meeta's mind started calculating how she was going to do this with as little exposure as possible. She was afraid someone else would show up without warning. Dinesh was also worried about that. He was not sure Meeta would take it well if some stranger saw her naked. While he did not mind that happening and that would add a good edge to this game, it was something that he was not willing to make her go through. There was a very low chance of someone coming here this early on a Sunday morning. 

Meeta restarted her run after a 2-minute break. She pulled her pants and got going. She hated running. It was making her sweaty even though it was mildly cold outside. This only lasted a short distance and she was tired again. This time she did not wait for Dinesh to say anything and obediently lowered her pants. 

"Yes. Can we please stop? I will practice from tomorrow."

"No. You are practicing now. One more complaint from you and you are getting a spanking here in public."

Dinesh waved his hand to gesture. 

"How much more?"

"We are still a long way away. You can stop now but you get a spanking. Your decision."

Meeta was caught between two hard choices. A spanking here would be embarrassing, especially if someone saw. Running was getting very hard as well. She felt nothing but anger and hatred at Dinesh. Why was he being so mean?

She pulled up her pants and ran. This time she surprised herself by not getting tired for quite a while. As she was getting tired, they heard some noises behind. Meeta was shocked and turned around to look. There were two girls in their bikes coming from behind. They sped past them quickly and were soon gone.

Meeta ran with renewed vigour as the fear of public exposure drove her. Dinesh smiled inwardly fully aware of the conundrum she faced. The new vigour only lasted for a while and Meeta came to a halt panting.

"Good work. We are about half way done now. "

Meeta panted as she lowered her pants and stumbled forward. 

"I am tired. I can't run anymore." She looked like she would collapse there. Dinesh decided to take pity.

"Ok. I will let you go this time. But we are doing this run in a month and if you cannot finish that one there will be consequences." He warned.

"Thank you." She rested her arms on his shoulder. 

"Let's walk the rest of the way." 

Meeta obliged but even that felt like an effort. They walked for the remainder and came to a resting place with some wooden benches. Dinesh sat on them and she joined.

"Good start to a Sunday. I bet you never run that much in your life."

"Yes. It is hard."

"What was hard? The running or the fact that you had to expose yourself?"

Meeta thought about it. They both were difficult in their own way. 

"Both." 

"Are you afraid of being caught naked in front of people?"

Meeta thought that was an incredulous question.

"Off course. That is embarrassing. Wouldn't you?"

"Not really. I have been naked in front of others." 

"Really. Where?"

"In college. We once had to do a dare where bunch of had to get naked and run past this place." 

"Ohh. That is horrible. Did someone force you too?"

"No. There was peer pressure but nobody forced me. In a way it was exciting."

"Exciting?" Meeta was still perplexed.

"Trust me. Some people find it sexy and thrilling to do such stunts. Girls as well."

"Even girls. That would never happen in India."

"Maybe not in your town but rest of India is not that conservative and sexually restrained." 

"Do you think I am restrained?" 

"Yes. But it is not your fault. Also you have opened up a lot on the last month alone. You have gone from a shy girl who had no idea about sex to someone who enjoys it a bit. You have worn skirts and other clothes that you never dreamt off. Some of that has been coerced by me but you are getting better."

Meeta liked that he acknowledged her transformation. She herself reflected on this. Dinesh forced a lot of this on her but she had to give him some credit for getting her to where she was. 

"Why are you so demanding?"

"Because I can be and there is no harm in it."

"I don't like it always." She confessed.

"Yes. I know." He did not give any more explanation.

They both looked at each other. Dinesh then pulled her closer and they kissed. 

"You are mine to play with. Let yourself go and you will enjoy it as well." He whispered in between the kissing. Meeta was partly tired and partly lost in the embrace. She did not say anything. They walked back to the car and drove home. The rest of the day was spent doing some shopping and household stuff.

[pvsraju]

The following Friday, Anju called and offered to drive Meeta to a shopping mall. Meeta was uncomfortable at the prospect of meeting her but at the same time wanted some company. So she agreed.

Anju picked her up just before lunch and they went to nice looking restaurant just outside the mall. Anju was her usual talkative and inquisitive self. They chatted about cooking and what they wanted to buy. Invariably the topic of workout came up.

"Did you speak to Dinesh about the running? And did you stand your ground?

Meeta looked around nervously before finding her voice.

"Yes. I did."

"And..."

"He did not like it."

"So...did you tell him you could decide?"

"I tried but he got angry."

Meeta's mind wandered to that incident and the memories of belt crashing on her ass came to fore. She shuddered and went silent.

"You can tell me anything. I won't tell anyone. Did Dinesh force you?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"Well..." Meeta stammered and Anju waited patiently.

"He scolded me and beat me."

"WHAT!" Anju was shocked.

"What do you mean he beat you?"

"Well, he punished me for disobeying him."

"How did he punish you?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Meeta was afraid to say more.

"If you talk about it will help. Common be open with me. I am your only friend here." Anju played the emotional game.

"He span...spanked me."

"Spanked you?"

"Yes." 

"You mean on your bottom?" Anju was shocked to hear this. She suspected that Dinesh was the dominant in the relationship but did not know that he was so dominant. 

"Yes."

"Did he slap you?"

"No."

"Just spanked you with this hand." Anju wanted to dig further. She was more curious than anything.

"With his hand and belt. He made me remove my clothes and present my bottom to him." Meeta liked the word bottom better than ass or bum.

"WOW. That's crazy indeed. You should not let him do that."

"He is like that and to be honest he was clear about it from start about what punishment I would get if I disobeyed."

"You mean he told you before that he would spank you."

"Yes, he has spanked me before but this one was more severe."

"So he has done this more than one time."

"Yes."

"That is not how marriages work. You cannot let him stamp over you and beat you."

"What can I do?" 

"Tell him that it is not allowed for husbands to beat their wives."

"He is very clear about it. He is nice and loving otherwise. I just need to obey. I also thought running was good for me and I should have done that."

Anju realized that not only was Dinesh a dominant, Meeta was inherently submissive. She was powerless to do anything here. In some ways a perfect match. Her dislike of Dinesh also stemmed for her college days and their brief romantic encounter. She remembered Dinesh being loving but she also remembered him being a bit old fashioned and sexist.

"I'm sorry for you. But you need to find the courage to stand up. No husband in this country treats his wife like that."

"Dinesh said some couples are like that."

"Not really." Anju did not want to agree to that fact that some couples are kinky and have dom-sub relationships.

"Do you want me to talk to him?" Anju was not sure how she would broach this topic with Dinesh. She had lots of history with him and it was not her place. Yet she felt that she should do something.

"No. I don't think he will like it. He is nice except when I not obey him."

"What else does he make you do?"

"His main request is for me to get fit. He demands few other things in bed but nothing that I hate." Meeta was inadvertently opening up to her.

"I see. Start being firm and question his approach if he tries to beat you again."

"OK."

"Did the spanking hurt?" Anju's curiosity got the better of her. Her mind was trying to picture the situation. It was erotic and repelling at the same time. She pondered if Adam would ever do that to her. In her relation, the powers were mostly even and in some cases titled in her favour. 

'Yes. Very much. Dinesh was really angry that day. I could not sit properly next day."

"Poor you."

"Has he done that again, since?"

"No."

"Good."

Anju wanted to probe more but she felt she was crossing a line into very private territory. She did not want to push her more. Her mind now raced on whether she should confront Dinesh with this. She was not sure. She decided to change the topic.

The rest of the day passed with them doing lots of shopping. Meeta felt more friendly towards Anju than before. They exchanged childhood stories and bonded quite well. Once the shopping was done, Anju decided to take her to a pub. It was quite early for the pub but they went there anyway. They ordered wine and started talking more. 

Around 5, Meeta looked at the watch and exclaimed.

"Ohh. It is getting late. We should go home. Dinesh will be there by 6.00."

"Does he expect you stay at home when he gets?"

"No. But we should at least tell him."

"Then tell him. Tell him that you are out having fun and he should take care of himself." Anju laughed. She was mildly drunk. She chugged the remainder of the wine and motioned to the waiter.

"Don't you have to drive?" Meeta was concerned about her intoxication.

"Relax. I only had 2 glasses. I can drive."

"I think we should go home."

"Stop being afraid. Didn't we just talk about it?"

Meeta was partly concerned about Dinesh but she was equally concerned about Anju driving her. 

"I'm not afraid. We can go home and drink there."

Anju thought it was not a bad idea and part of her wanted to confront Dinesh. 

"Ok, let's do that." 

She cancelled her order and they drove home. Once home, they resumed their wine consumption.

At 6.30, Dinesh walked in to one tipsy girl, his wife and another very drunk girl, Anju. He was not expecting them but did not mind either. He liked that they were bonding.

"Looks like you girls are having too much fun."

"Ohh...yes we are. Aren't we?" Anju shouted and wrapped her hands around Meeta. Meeta smiled as well but at the same time she was trying to guage Dinesh's reaction.

"Good. Can I join?"

"Yes." Meeta quickly replied.

"Good, get me a beer then."

"Why don't you go get it yourself?" Anju was not holding back.

Dinesh was amused. He could tell she was drunk.

"I will get it." Meeta was tipsy but she was aware of the tension in that discussion. She went to the kitchen.

"So are you corrupting my wife?" Dinesh decided to join the banter.

"Teaching her how to handle you." 

"And how are you doing that?"

"Just some tricks. Why should I tell you?"

Meeta walked in with the beer.

"Thanks darling." Dinesh got up and kissed her.

"So what have you girls been up to besides drinking?"

"We went shopping and wandered around." Meeta answered.

Anju had gone bit quiet and was sipping her wine. She instinctively chugged the wine and spoke up.

"So you beat your wife if she does not obey you?"

The room went silent and Meeta was shocked. At that moment she regretted talking to Anju. Dinesh however was much calmer than Meeta expected.

"I do punish her if she breaks the rules we agreed on." He stared at Anju directly.

"You are such old fashioned and a jerk." Anju was annoyed at his calmness.

"Old fashsioned, maybe. Jerk, really?"

"Besides Meeta needs a good teacher? Doesn't she?" He grabbed Meeta by her hips and hugged her. Meeta was nervous and nodded reluctantly. She decided to interject.

"Anju is drunk. She is blabbering stuff." She tried to reason.

"Well she is not lying. I did punish you." Dinesh was blunt.

"You think you are so in control but you are not." Anju was getting agitated.

"So you what did you tell her?" Dinesh now looked at Meeta. His voice was stern.

"Nothing..." Meeta was afraid.

"It's OK. I'm not angry but wanted to see what all you told her."

"Just a little bit."

"Little bit about what?"

"The span..spanking you gave me." Meeta found it more embarrassing to say that in front of Anju.

"Which one? Dinesh was loving this conversation.

"The one about me not practicing running." Meeta felt he was intentionally asking for more details.

Anju interjected and tried to get up.

"I think you are a jerk for doing that."

"And who are you to interfere?"

Meeta tried to pacify the situation.

"Look. This is not an issue. We talked about it. Can you let it go?" She looked pleadingly at Anju.

"You are such a pussy. I told you to stand up to him. And you are a jerk." She repeated.

Dinesh was prepared for this. In fact he had a devious plan. He decided to test Meeta.

"Meeta, I want you go inside to the bedroom and wait till I call you."

Meeta stared at the order.

"Don't do it girl. I'm telling you."

Meeta was indeed debating it but she was afraid and unsure about Dinesh's reaction. She so wanted to take Anju's side and decided to muster the courage.

"Can we talk about this later? Let's drop Anju home now." She tried to play a different angle.

"We will drop Anju for sure but now you do what I tell you to."

"See, he is a jerk. Trying to control you in front of me as well."

Dinesh looked at Meeta. The rebel in her was fighting this situation but the beauty of it was that he was the winner on both sides of this fight.

"Please...let's drop Anju..." Meeta stammered.

"I will count to 5. 1...2...3" 

"OK, OK, I will go. You are a jerk." Meeta screamed and ran inside. Now Dinesh looked at Anju. She looked away.

"She has got a rebel in her and you are fueling that fire." He lectured.

"Now, you have crossed that limit. So back off a bit. You can teach her stuff but know your limits." He stared at her.

"Or else what?" Anju was defiant.

"It's the wine talking. Isn't it?"

"I could spank you as well." Dinesh laughed at his own joke and it angered Anju even more.

"Fuck you! I will do what I want. You can't stop me."

"Yes, I can." There was an assured calmness about his voice.

"You have always hated my guts. You have hated the fact that I dumped you. Now you are trying to get even via my wife."

Anju stared but there was truth in that.

"I'm going home." She wanted to leave now.

"Trust you to leave after creating a mess." Dinesh smirked.

"You are not in a state to drive."

"I'm going." She stumbled. Dinesh caught her and stopped her from falling.

"Let me go."

"I will. If you can stand up on your own." He let go and she almost fell again.

"You are one drunk brat at this time."

"Fuck you!"

"Enough!" He grabbed her by the shoulder.

"Now listen, you behave or I am going to call Adam and tell him about this episode and your behavior."

"What is he going to do? I will tell him about you beating your wife and maybe the security officer as well." Anju was not in a mood to give up.

Dinesh decided to play his trump card.

"I hate doing this but you are forcing it. Adam also does not know about 2 things, our history and your fling that happened after your marriage."

Anju froze. The alcohol and blood seemed to drain off her. She knew that Adam did not know about their history but the bigger revelation was that Dinesh new about her affair. Adam might be OK handling the first news but second one was one of those secrets that would ruin their marriage.

"How do you know...?"

"I always knew. I have no intention of letting any of that out. But I had to use that weapon today."

Anju was quiet. She had nothing to say and her defeat was reflected in her silence.

"Good. Looks like that helped take the brat out of you."

"Now you are going to sit here like a good girl and watch a man deal with his wife. Understood?"

Anju nodded. 

"In fact as show of acceptance of the situation, why don't you get up and get yourself a glass of water and me a beer."

Anju did not move.

"Dear Anju. After the conversation we just had, that is the least you can do."

Anju got up and dragged herself to the kitchen. Dinesh had no intention of blackmailing Anju. He was more than happy to play the games with Meeta. However, he sensed this situation was ripe to play another one of his perverted games. He had two beautiful women in his new game. 

Anju bought the beer and gave him. She walked and dropped on the chair further away from Dinesh.

"Now what?"

"For starters, why don't you stand up here?" He smiled.

She got up and complied.

"So here's the deal. I have no intention of blackmailing you. But you created a scene today and provoked Meeta into it. She will pay a price for it. Your job is stand here and watch. If you behave and stand there obediently I will drop you home after that. Also none of what we discussed here goes to Meeta. It will probably hurt your relationship more with her than me. Deal?"

"Ok, whatever."

"Good. Meeta, you can come now." Dinesh yelled. Meeta was pacing in the bedroom, unsure what was going to happen. All kinds of thoughts raced through her head. What will Dinesh do? I hope he does not leave me. That was always her bigger fear.

"Anju is now calmer. Isn't she?" Dinesh looked at Anju. She remained quiet.

"Isn't she?" Dinesh shouted.

"Yes." A meek defeated reply.

Meeta was surprised at this. She was not sure what Dinesh did to her.

"Now, before you ran in. You called me what?"

Meeta did not reply.

"I'm waiting. This is only going to make things worse for some part of your body. You know which!"

Meeta went back to her apologetic self.

"I'm sorry. I called you a jerk."

"Yes, you did. And for that, you are going to get punished in front of your co-conspirator.

Meeta was stunned. 

"No. Please. Can we do this after or in the bedroom?"

"No."

"Please..." Slight tears came to her eyes and she begged.

"No. It is apt for Anju to witness what happens to you when you upset me. Now come here in front of me." He gestured.

Meeta looked at Anju and she looked away. This was embarrassing to both of them. For Meeta is was just going to get worse.

As she stationed in front of her, Dinesh's hands went to her jeans' button. Meeta instinctively tried to stop him.

"Hands on your heads and keep it there. From now on, any interference will increase your punishment. Understood?"

Meeta obliged. Dinesh pulled her jeans down her knees to her ankles. 

"Step out of them." She did and her lacy black panties came to Anju's view.

"Put that jeans over there and come over my lap. And Anju this is what happens to a naughty Meeta."

"You win. You don't have to do this and humiliate her and us."

"That is for me to decide. I don't want another word from you unless I ask you a question. So zip it."

Anju was angry at being told to shut up but she had no choice. And so did Meeta and she draped herself over his lap. Dinesh adjusted to make sure her ass was well positioned and then started his favourite exercise.

"Spank." 

"Spank."

"Spank."

He started gently and increased the pace.

"Spank."

"Spank."

"Spank."

"Spank."

"Spank."

Meeta felt her ass getting warmer by the second. It then started to sting.

"I think Adam should do this to you." Dinesh looked at Anju. She scowled.

"And Meeta, you learning a lesson again for calling me a jerk?"

"Yes." Meeta was defiant in her answer.

"I did not hear the word sorry."

He punctuated it with few crisp spanks.

"Sorry. Sorry." Meeta corrected.

"I think these panties are coming in the way." As he said that he dragged the panties down to her thighs exposing her delicious buttocks. Anju was appalled at this and at the fact that she was made to watch this. Meeta cried out at the embarrassment. 

"Please...no"

"This is much better." He started raining blows.

"Spank."

"Spank."

"Spank."

"Spank."

"Spank."

After about 2 minutes, Meeta was crying and saying sorry repeatedly. Dinesh was thinking about stopping when Anju jumped.

"You brute. You are hurting her. Can't you see?"

"She deserved it. And didn't I tell you to keep quiet? You never learn do you?"

Dinesh massaged Meeta's globes taking the sting away.

"Meeta, get up. Go get the spatula from the kitchen."

"Please. Sorry. I am really sorry."

"Go get it." Dinesh dismissed her.

Meeta was dreading this. She bought back the spatula and gave it to him. She started to get back over his lap when he motioned her away.

"I think someone else in this room deserves this. First for being such a brat and for not being quiet when told to."

Anju immediately reacted to this. 

"Don't you dare?"

"You do deserve this. Now I won't remove your clothes. That is Adam's territory however, I will give you 6 smacks over your jeans."

"No way!"

"You are not in a position to bargain."

Anju knew that. Her mind raced but there was nothing she could do.

"Now come to the center of the room and grab your ankles. Don't delay this any longer."

Anju knew that he was right. Delaying was only prolonging their humiliation. Meeta was stunned. The burning in her bum temporarily forgotten as she was about witness her hubby spanking another woman. A woman who till 3 hours ago was arguing that she should not let him do that. Meeta wondered if Dinesh would make Anju remove her clothes. She also was wondering how she would react to that. For all the punishments Dinesh dished out to her, he was still hers. He combined pain and pleasure and all of that was on her. Now she was in her living room, stripped off her panties, waiting to see if her husband would do the same to another woman.

Anju moved to the center of the room, defeated. She stood there.

"Grab your ankles. Present the target." Dinesh mocked her. This was more than he had ever imagined. He never was that interested in Anju and did not harbor any sexual feelings about her. The situation presented itself and he had somehow managed to come on top. The power was intoxicating.

Anju grabbed her ankles. Her jeans tightened over her shapely ass. Meeta was relieved that Dinesh did not remove her jeans.

"I'm going to give you 6 hard smacks. At the end of 6, I want you to say sorry for meddling in our affairs. Understood?"

Anju did not respond at first but was reminded when Dinesh touched her jeans clad ass.

"OK"

"Good. And if I don't hear that, we will continue to 12." Dinesh tapped her ass again.

Anju cringed. She had lost the battler of wits here and found herself in this predicament. She was bending over for a guy she once had a crush but then ended hating. She was using Meeta as a weapon to get back but that had spectacularly backfired. Then her thoughts got interrupted.

"Splat" 

Dinesh used considerable force, knowing fully, that her pants offered good protection. The sound was loud and Anju did feel it. The humiliation of being subject to this hurt more.

"Splat" 

"Splat" 

Dinesh added two more in rapid succession. That did add a sting to her ass and Anju shifted a bit. 

"Splat" 

"Splat" 

"Splat" 

Dinesh finished the 6 in rapid fire. Then he waited for Anju. Anju was fully aware of it but waited long enough to open her mouth.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

Anju did not answer. Dinesh tapped her jeans.

"Want me to continue?"

Anju gave an exasperated sigh.

"I'm sorry for meddling with your life."

"Good. You can get up. You can leave now if you want or you can hang around. As far as I am concerned we are even."

Anju did not say anything. She got up. Looked around for her purse. Her eyes locked with Meeta's for a moment. They both were embarrassed and the bravado of the evening had faded away. 

Anju found her purse and without saying much got up and left. Dinesh did not say anything either till she left.

"So, that's settled. Come here you naughty girl. " Dinesh gestured.

Meeta moved closer and Dinesh hugged her.

"Now that was an experience. Wasn't it?" 

"Yes." Meeta agreed.

"You keep finding ways to get spanked. Don't you?" Dinesh squeezed her ass checks and laughed.

"What if she tells Adam?" Meeta was curious.

"She won't. She knows she deserved it and there is nothing she can achieve by telling Adam. Are you going to behave from now on? Or should we give you another treatment with the spatula?"

"No. I will be good." Meeta quickly answered.

"Are you sure? Maybe we should make it clearer." Dinesh toyed with her.

"I will be good. I won't see her again."

"You can see her again. In fact, you two are good friends. So you should continue that. It will be hard after tonight but try to maintain that. But what you must remember is that I am the boss here and this belongs to me." 

Dinesh patted her ass to underscore the point.

"Now all this has gotten be excited and I am debating if I should fuck your mouth or your pussy. What do you want?"

Meeta was not ready for this question. She stammered a reply.

"I don't know. "

"Well, think. I like doing both."

Meeta was thinking. She wanted sex but was too embarrassed to ask, especially, after what transpired.

"Let's do both since you can't decide."

Meeta was relieved to hear that, as she was not required to answer.

"On your knees." He motioned and she did likewise.

Dinesh unzipped his trousers and his erect cock sprung up.

[pvsraju]

Meeta stared at his cock, knowing fully, what he wanted her to do. She slowly took his cock into her mouth.

"Don't suck yet. Lick it first" 

She took the cock out and started licking it. Her tongue was dry and so she struggled at first but as she relaxed a bit she found her wetness. Dinesh stood there, enjoying the treatment. He was thinking what a wonderful submissive she was. Unwilling but submissive never the less. Meeta continued licking for few minutes and his cock was rock hard. 

"Hands behind your back." 

Dinesh ordered as he took his cock into his hands. He started rubbing his cock her against her lips and cheeks. 

"I think this dirty mouth needs a good fucking."

With that he started thrusting into her mouth. Meeta almost feel back but Dinesh grabbed her head and controlled it. At first Dinesh was slow moving his cock in and out gently. He slowly changed the pace. His cock was not the largest but at the same time it was not small either. He barely managed to deep throat her but her gag reflex was very active. She spluttered several time, spitting more saliva on his already wet cock. After few minutes, Dinesh decided to give her a small break.

"That was good. You also kept your teeth away without me telling you." 

Meeta relaxed a bit. She had unconsciously kept her teeth away. This face fucking was not enjoyable but then nothing today was. The spanking in front of someone was much worse than what she was enduring right now. She reflected on the fact that this was one of her worst days since getting married. She had lots of good ones but in terms of limits being crossed , the pain, the humiliation this was easily on top. She was rudely interrupted by Dinesh's manhood rubbing and slapping against her cheek.

"Round two."

Round two did not last too long as Dinesh pumped furiously as if she was a lifeless doll. He quickly came but instead of coming inside her mouth, he took his cock out and spurted over her hair and face. That was the last act of domination in today's session. 

"Ohh..." His orgasmic groans were louder than usual. He enjoyed this to the full extent.

Dinesh pulled up his trousers over his semi-flacid cock as Meeta slowly got up. She went straight to the bathroom to clean her face. In the bathroom as she ran cold water over her face, cleaning the gooey mess, she wondered if she had really made a mistake today. She was convinced that getting Anju involved in their personal life was not a good idea and that was totally her fault. She however felt that Dinesh went too far today and she did not have the courage to stand up to that and say no. She dried herself and got out.

Dinesh was sitting on the couch, doing something on the phone.

"Come here." He said is a very mild and loving tone. He put the phone aside and pulled her into his lap. 

"I'm sure you did not like anything that happened today. Correct?" He played with her cheeks. 

"No. I did not."

"But you deserved it. Don't you think?"

Meeta hated these questions. There was never a right answer and her embarrassment increased whichever way she answered.

"I don't know. I think you are deciding that." She found the right words.

"Yes, I am but your behavior contributed to it. I don't mind it though. Every time you screw up, I punish you and we get back to being a loving couple. You called me a jerk but I don't take that personally."

"But it was so embarrassing in front of her." Meeta fought back tears as the memories came back.

"That was part of the punishment. Sorry, if you did not like that. I will avoid punishing you in front of others."

Meeta nodded and shifted in his lap. She had worn a t-shirt and shorts when she came back from the bathroom.

"Is your bum hurting?" 

"No."

"You sure? I can put lotion or oil if you want."

"No. I am fine."

"Don't be shy. You might like it considering the day you had."

Meeta did not answer but Dinesh decided to make the decision for her. 

"Let's do this. You go to the bedroom and get fully naked on the bed. I will order some food and give you a good body rub."

He lifted her off his lap and set her on the way. She trotted obediently. Dinesh ordered food and picked some body oils from the bathroom. He was treated to a fully naked Meeta likely on the bed with her ass upturned. There were no marks on them from the spanking and in fact she did not feel anything from the spanking at all. 

Dinesh sat next to her and placed his hand on her bareback. She twitched at the touch. He then poured the body oil on his hands and started massaging her shoulders and back. Dinesh worked his hands and varied his pressure on her back and Meeta started enjoying it. He slowly moved his hands lower and reached her ass. Meeta stiffened momentarily as his hands massaged her ass. Dinesh did not apply much pressure on her behind and was very gentle. He slowly kneaded her cheeks and squeezed them. Dinesh worked her whole body and also did her legs and thighs. This lasted for about half an hour and Meeta drifted into a sleepy state. She had forgotten the humiliation of the day and given in to his expert hands.

"I think that is it." Dinesh decided to end it.

"Unless you want more?"

Meeta opened her eyes and turned her head.

"No."

"Don't be afraid to ask for more."

Then out of the blue, Dinesh slipped his hands down her ass cheeks into her pubic area.

"Want some action here?"

Meeta was sill shy when it came to her pussy and sexuality. She nervously smiled.

Dinesh ran his fingers over her pussy lips and flicked them casually. 

"Open your mouth and say something. Your mouth can do more than suck my cock. I'm not stopping till you tell me to stop."

"OK. Stop." Meeta stammered.

Dinesh immediately stopped.

"You need to shave there in the next few days. I can feel a stubble."

The doorbell interrupted their conversation. 

"Go, open the door." Dinesh patted her legs.

"I'm not wearing anything." Meeta blurted. A fear ran through her mind on whether Dinesh would make her open the door like that.

Dinesh laughed and got up to get the door.

"I know. I was just joking. I will call you once I have set the dinner. Don't get dressed. Your shining body looks great." 

Meeta lay on the bed, her body glistening in the oil. She did feel a lot more relaxed. After a few minutes, she heard Dinesh call her. She got up and went to the dining table.

"Take a seat." Dinesh was setting the table with the food. 

Meeta lowered herself on the chair. She had been naked in the house before but it felt weirder every time and the oil made things a bit slippery. They ate and chatted like any other normal day. 

'How was the massage?"

"Good. I liked it." Meeta smiled shyly.

"You still don't like being naked. Don't you?"

"Yes. It feels strange."

"It's not normal because we are not used to it."

"Then why do you make me?"

"Couple of reasons. 1. This gets you comfortable being naked around me."

"And 2...It is a good punishment for a naughty girl."

Meeta stayed quiet. 

"Are you working out? We have a test for you in 3 weeks."

"Yes."

"When did you last workout?"

"2 days ago."

"Good. Keep that up."

They ate and went to bed. Meeta was tired from the day's activities. She was afraid that Dinesh would demand more sex. As they lay in bed Dinesh wrapped his one hand around her.

"Sleep well my hottie." 

As he spoke, his other hand moved to her pussy and rubbed it. 

"Don't forget to shave this tomorrow."

Next morning Meeta woke up earlier. Dinesh was in deep sleep and so she tip toed to get herself coffee. She called her mother and they spoke for a long time. Her mother asked her several times how she was doing and if Dinesh was treating her well. She struggled to answer that question. Dinesh was treating her fine in many aspects but the dominance and the sexual activities were causing her grief. She also struggled to make a decision on whether that was because of her or Dinesh. None of that could be discussed with her mother and so she let it be. When she hung up, Dinesh was still sleeping and so she decided to take a shower.

As she entered the shower , she remembered that Dinesh wanted to her to shave. She slowly took her kit out and worked on her removing her stubble. She was getting it quicker at this and so she finished it soon. She generously applied moisturizer over it and soothed it. She then showered and got out.

Dinesh was now awake and sitting in the living room playing with his phone.

"Good morning. You showered soon."

"Yes."

"Did you shave?"

"Yes."

"Good. Come here, let me check."

Meeta felt like schoolgirl who was having her homework checked. She dragged herself next to him and dropped the towel she was wearing.

"Legs apart." Dinesh tapped her thighs. He then rubbed her pussy,

"Nice. Great. You have the hottest pussy, especially when shaved."

He rubbed it for some time, playing with it. Meeta felt a shiver run through her and it felt good being played like that. Dinesh sensed that and continued rubbing. 

"Looks like someone is liking this." He mocked.

Meeta felt dumb standing in front of him. Dinesh continued rubbing her pussy and then slowly slipped his finger into her hole. Meeta was getting wetter despite not liking the situation. After about half a minute of teasing, Dinesh stopped. He wanted to see her reaction.

Meeta just stared at him, partly embarrassed and partly perplexed.

"Should I continue?" 

Meeta smiled but did not answer.

"OK, I will stop."

Meeta wanted it but was embarrassed to ask for it. Dinesh sensed that but decided to tease her. He left his hands on her pussy but did not do anything.

"Please..." Meeta mustered courage to say it.

Dinesh decided not to prolong her suffering and worked his fingers on her pussy lips. Within 2 minutes, Meeta reached her orgasm. She was panting and trying to find a place to sit. Dinesh pulled her to his lap and let her waves of pleasure subsided. After few minutes, Meeta regained her composure. She tried to get up.

"You are one dirty girl. Shaving her pussy in the morning and having an orgasm by 9.00 AM in the morning." Dinesh teased her and planted kissed on her cheeks.

Meeta smiled and eased off his lap.

"All this has made me horny." Dinesh muttered and rubbed his crotch. His cock was already erect.

"How about a fuck before 9.00 to cap it off?"

Meeta was happy with her orgasm and was not keen on sex. Dinesh however was not asking her. He had removed his shorts and boxers. He pulled her on to his lap and slid into her wet pussy. Meeta let out a small groan as he entered her and tried to balance herself of his lap. Dinesh grabbed her by her ass and started pounding. He kept his pace going and they both started panting. It was done and dusted in five minutes and Dinesh pushed her aside and got up. Meeta felt worn out and it was not even 10 in the morning.

[pvsraju]

Few days passed since the incident with Anju. Meeta got busy with her workouts and cooking. Then out of the blue Anju called her on the following Friday.

"Hi. I was thinking about calling you for some time. Did not have the courage to do till now." She confessed.

"How are you?" That was the best Meeta could say.

"I'm fine. Listen we should meet again. I think we need to get past what happened last week."

"Yes, for sure." Meeta agreed.

"Did Dinesh spank you after I left? Or should I stay away from that topic?"

"No. He did not." Meeta was surprised that she was comfortable talking about it. Her mind also wandered to the sex after that and she lost track of what Anju was saying.

"Good. I have not told this to Adam." Anju wanted to make it clear. The whole reason Dinesh got an upper hand was because of the secrets that Adam did not know.

"OK. Do you want to come over sometime?" Meeta asked.

"Yes, maybe not today but will call you sometime. Are you guys doing something for the weekend?"

"I don't know. I need to check with Dinesh."

"OK. Let me know or we can meet next week."

Anju hung up after bit more of chitchat. Meeta was relieved that their friendship was still fine. She then called Dinesh to see what the plans for the weekend. Dinesh seemed busy and was curt in his replies. He told her that he would be home by 6.00 today and tomorrow they were going to a friend's birthday party. He then hung up quickly.

Meeta tidied up the place and waited for him.

Dinesh came home with box of stuff.

"What is in it?"

"Toys for you and me." Dinesh smiled.

"Get yourself a wine and pour of me." He gestured.

As they were sipping wine, Meeta asked.

"What is in the box?"

"You are curious. Aren't you?"

Dinesh was smiling inwardly. He had wanted to get these toys for some time but was not sure if Meeta would be ready for this. Dinesh started opening the box carefully. Meeta looked on.

"So these are some toys for us to play with. And you let me teach you how to use them."

The first thing Dinesh pulled out was a wooden paddle. He patted his hand with it.

"We won't need this unless you don't behave." He put it aside. Next he took out what looked like a shiny skirt and top. 

"Now why don't you undress and wear them?"

Meeta started undressing. She stripped to her panties and bra. She was not sure if she was supposed to wear them.

"This dress needs to be worn without any underwear." 

Dinesh clarified. Meeta slipped her under garments off and started with the skirt. The skirt was decently sized but she quickly realized that it two big openings, one exposing her ass cheeks and another her pussy. She was horrified but continued to dress up. The top did not disappoint either as it had openings for her nipples. Dinesh was watching closely. The skirt could have been tighter but it was still looking good. Meeta finished dressing up.

"This is a strange dress."

"Yes. But it is for us in our privacy. Now turn around, let me admire it."

Meeta did likewise and showed off her body.

"That is sexy. Do you like it?"

"I don't know." Meeta liked the feel of the dress but it also played with her mind as she felt naked and dressed at the same time.

"I like it. Now let's see what else we have here."

Dinesh took out something that looked like a jumbled up set of straps with some metal cuffs.

"What is that?" Meeta's eyes had more curiosity than fear.

"This will make sure I am in control." 

Meeta thought it was an odd thing to say since he was definitely in control. How much more did he want.

"Come here." 

Dinesh pulled her closer to him and started putting the straps around her wrists. They were like handcuffs once untangled. Dinesh clicked them in place with Meeta's arms in front of her. Meeta felt they were comfortable but she was not getting afraid of being tied up like this. She did not realize that it was going to get worse. 

"Now bend over and touch your ankles."

Meeta did so and her skirt stretched over her taught ass. Dinesh pulled the straps and attached them to her ankles. Meeta was tried to balance herself as Dinesh admired his wife dressed in shiny bum revealing skirt and her breasts hanging with her nipples peeking out. 

"Great." Dinesh went back to the box and Meeta tried to peek a look between her legs. She was not enjoying this part. Dinesh took out the blindfold and ran it over her head. Meeta panicked at the complete darkness.

"What are you doing?" There was some fear in her voice.

"Relax. Don't worry."

Dinesh let her stand for a few seconds, admiring her again and make sure she sweated a bit at her predicament. He then went to the bedroom and got the lube. He rubbed it over her pussy and massaged gently. Meeta seemed to relax a bit.

"What are you going to do?" Meeta asked. 

"Play with you like I always do and give you some pleasure."

Smack. Dinesh landed the paddle on her bare butt.

"Ouch..." Meeta stumbled a bit.

"Pleasure or pain..."

Dinesh then took something else out of the box.

"This is a toy just for you." 

Dinesh took the vibrator wand and rubbed it against her pussy. For a few seconds, Meeta was not sure what it was. Then it suddenly started buzzing and sent waves through her body.

"Ohh..." She instinctively moved away.

"No. Don't move away. Come back to it."

"What is it?"

"A vibrator."

Dinesh rubbed it against here again. Meeta gasped again. It was sending waves through her body and feelings she had never felt before. It felt similar to when Dinesh played with her pussy but the effect was much more than that. She could not last more than a few seconds before she stumbled again. 

But this time, Dinesh grabbed her by her thighs and made sure she could not get away. Meeta writhed and waves of pleasure passed through her body. She screamed. The restraints, the blindfold and this weird buzzing device were all causing emotions she had never experienced.

"Ohhh...please..." She did not complete that sentence.

"Please what?"

to this Meeta had no answer. She was scared of this but at the same time she was getting great pleasure from it. Dinesh continued toying with her as Meeta's body defied her and her already dripping pussy reached orgasmic heights. Dinesh undid the ankles so that she could slump on the floor. Dinesh continued with the vibrator and Meeta came violently and gave some of the loudest groans Dinesh had heard from her.

"Looks like we have a winner of a toy." Dinesh laughed and put it aside. Meeta breathed heavily. She loved the sensations this gave her.

"Le me get you a drink. You need that." Dinesh patted her thighs.

Meeta did need that. Dinesh bought her water and wine. He then undid her wrist restraints as well. Meeta immediately removed her blindfold. 

"Was that good?" Dinesh gave her the water.

Meeta drank the water greedily. 

"Yes. I was a bit afraid at first but that was awesome."

Dinesh liked that she admitted to her sexual desires around the vibrator.

"Good. Not all toys are for me."

Meeta drank all her water and instinctively picked the wine from Dinesh hands and started drinking it. The orgasm had reduced the effect of the first wine.

"Now what are you going to do for me?" Dinesh aksed.

"I don't know. What else is there in the box?"

"There is more but we can play with them later."

"So what do you want me to do?"

"You need to figure that out."

This put Meeta at spot. Typically she was used to Dinesh telling her exactly what to do. Her mind raced to the stuff he had made her do. She was thinking if she should suck his cock. This is something he seemed to like the most. Dinesh meanwhile got up, took the paddle out of the box and closed it. There was more stuff in that box but he wanted to take it slow.

"So..."

"I am thinking. Do you want me to suck your cock?" Meeta decided to ask bluntly.

"I want you to decide. I am all yours to do." Dinesh slapped the paddle on his hand.

Meeta walked towards him and reached of his pants. She pulled them down and boxers with it. Dinesh stepped out of it.

"Let me sit on the couch." 

Meeta got up and turned out.

"Splatt" Dinesh gave her a good smack with the paddle.

"Oww..." Meeta almost stumbled forward.

"Sorry, I could not resist trying it again. Your ass was tempting." 

Dinesh went and sat on the couch.

Meeta got her knees and started playing with his cock.

"Should I bring the lube?" She asked.

Dinesh liked that she was thinking about this.

"Not sure about the lube. But there is chocolate sauce in the fridge if you want to try chocolate covered cock." Dinesh smiled at his own joke.

Meeta got up and went to the fridge. She retuned with bottle of chocolate sauce. She dripped some over his cock started working on it. She gently massaged it with her hands before licking it. The chocolate felt good. She thought to herself this might be a good thing to do every time. Licking then moved to sucking. Meeta worked on the head of his cock, and with her other hand caressed his balls. Dinesh groaned as he reached his favorite emotion.

"I want you swallow when I come..." He groaned.

Meeta made a mental note of that. She still hated swallowing but over time she was getting used to it. Her mind also wandered to the paddle and she wondered if Dinesh would use that on her if she did not swallow. She was in no mood to deny him. But it took longer to make him cum and by that time the chocolate had run its course. She worked his sticky cock in her mouth and rolled her tongue over it. Dinesh stiffened as he reached the peak and came. Meeta felt the cum hit the back of her throat as he held him in this mouth. Then she slowly eased it out. There was still some cum left on his cock. She looked up and saw Dinesh had his eyes closed.

[pvsraju]

The next day after they got up and had a quiet breakfast. As they were sitting Meeta walked over to the 'sex box' and looked. 

"What else is here?"

The box had her curiosity and she was also fearful of what other surprises it had.

"Let me show you."

Dinesh started pulling stuff out. The first thing looked like a panty and he held it out.

"This is a butterfly panty. I think you should wear this after you shower today."

Meeta nodded.

"What does it do?"

"You will find out."

Then he took out a large and thick paddle.

"This is if you are really bad."

Meeta was horrified at the sight. It has thick and wide. She felt her bum twitch at the sight of that. And there was more.

Dinesh took out a cock like vibrator and showed it to her. It had couple of buttons and he pressed one of them. It started shaking and making noises.

"This is like the one you used yesterday but can give you different pleasures."

"It can also fuck you well"

He pushed it against her groin and laughed. The box was empty except for one thing. It was a small thing made of glass that looked like doorknob.

"What is that?" Meeta had no idea.

"This is for the last of your holes."

Meeta look puzzled. 

"What do you mean?"

"There is one more hole in your body we have not yet played with and this will help with that."

The penny still did not drop for Meeta. She was thinking but was not sure.

"You mean this?" She pointed to his pussy.

"That is your pussy. Didn't I already teach you that?"

Meeta smiled. Her mind still searching for the third hole.

"Lower your pyjamas." Dinesh asked her.

Meeta looked at him. She saw he was serious and lowered her PJs. As she was lowering, it struck her. The remaining hole was the one in her behind. This struck fear in her. She had never imagined that.

"Are you serious? That thing is for my..." She could not say it but tried to point to her ass.

"Yes. It's for your asshole." Dinesh helped her.

"That is horrible. I can't do that."

"Don't worry. I will ease you into it and you can do that."

"Do other couples do this?" 

"Some do. Can't say all of them do. But I would like to try it."

"It will hurt."

"Not if we do it right."

"I'm not so sure." 

"Let me guide you on this. We can try it out later today. Just trust me."

Meeta was still appalled at this. But she knew that Dinesh was going to make her do it one way or other. She tried to reason out.

"Not tonight. Maybe some other day."

"Hmm...Let's see. I will decide when your holes are filled." As he said that, Dinesh rubbed her ass and slipped his fingers on her crack and tickled her.

"Let's get showered and we can have some fun." Dinesh got up. Meeta pulled her PJs and trotted back to the bedroom wondering what the fun would be.

Meeta showered and came out. Dinesh was already dressed up is jeans and a nice looking shirt.

"Wear the skirt I bought you. The black one."

That skirt was one of the shortest ones she had. She had worn it only once before. 

"And the top?"

"Pick one." Dinesh was not too concerned about the top.

"I will be in the living room." 

Dinesh got up and went. He had been planning moving up a level with the sex play. He sensed that Meeta was not comfortable but the last several weeks had made her more accepting of his requests. The areas where she was not he was comfortable coaxing her or forcing her.

Meeta came to the room, dressed, as requested.

"You are looking great." Dinesh got up and gave her a kiss and hug.

"Now, let's see." He had the butterfly panty in his hand.

He shifted her skirt up and and bunched in around her hips. He then tugged her panties down to her ankles.

"Step out of them." He tapped her thighs.

She did.

He then slipped her the new panties and adjusted them around her hips. Meeta shifted uneasily. The panties felt weird and there was something rubbery in front of her pussy. She was not sure what that was for. She knew that Dinesh was upto something evil with this game.

"That looks good. Not sure if you need another panties over it. Maybe you do." Dinesh was talking to himself. He decided it was best to have another set of underwear. So he pulled her original kickers on top. They looked at little bunched. 

"See if this is comfortable. You can remove the other one if it is not."

Meeta was uncomfortable.

"Why the other one? What does the butterfly one do?"

Part of Dinesh wanted to hide that fact till the moment but he felt that was not fair and may have some unwanted surprises.

"Let me demonstrate."

"Give me a nice walk like a fashion girl."

"You mean here."

"Yes, start from that door to here."

Meeta did as told and swayed her hips in a mock fashion walk. Nothing happened at the end of the first walk.

"One more." Dinesh gestured as he fumbled in his pocket. Half way through the next, Meeta felt an incredible sensation in her pussy. That panty started vibrating similar to the toy Dinesh used yesterday. The one she had love-hate relationship with. Her knees almost gave up and she stumbled.

"Oh..." She realized that Dinesh had the remote control for it.

Dinesh stopped it. Meeta seemed to relax. Dinesh switched it on again.

"Ohh..." She squirmed again.

"Now I get to control your pleasure." Dinesh laughed. He turned it off again.

"I can't wear this outside." It was clear to her that Dinesh had too much control with that device. She could not even imagine how it would be in public.

"You will. That is part of the fun."

"Please don't make me wear that."

"That is not up for debate. Do you want to wear your normal panties over it?"

"Please. This will be embarrassing in public."

"No it won't. I will be nice as long as you are nice." 

"But..."

"No but. Do as you are told."

Dinesh was getting impatient. 

Meeta stood there in her predicament. She knew that Dinesh was not in a mood for any discussions and was likely to have his way. The question for her was whether she could negotiate something without making him angry. Her skirt was still bunched up.

"Come on. Decide and straighten up."

Meeta looked him without saying anything, almost pleading with her eyes.

"Do you want a spanking to clear your mind?" Dinesh looked straight into her eyes.

Meeta quickly pulled her panties up and fixed her skirt. 

"Good."

As they were walking towards the car, Dinesh turned it on again. Meeta shuddered. The device was giving her immense pleasure but the public nature of it was creating a different kind of emotion; fear. She managed to walk straight. Dinesh turned it off.

"Just making sure you are getting used to it."

"Will you turn it on in front of people?"

"I might but I will be careful. We will play some games and decide when you to turn it on."

Meeta was not sure what that meant. They got into the car and drove. They reached a big looking building similar to the mall Meeta had shopped many times. As they entered, Meeta saw lots of game rooms, pool tables, air hockey, video games etc. For the next 30 minutes they had fun playing different things. Meeta liked it very much and really got into it. She particularly liked the one where she had to roll a ball into one of the holes for different points. After some normal stuff, Dinesh decided to start his own set of games.

"So here's the game. You get 5 shots with the ball and you need to score 200."

The max possible was 500 and so 200 was possible but not easy at the same time time.

"OK." Meeta agreed.

She quickly rolled a few and hit 200 in 3 tries. She was pleased.

"Done!!" 

"One more time, but this time if you miss 200, I get to turn on the butterfly for 20 seconds."

This upped the ante as it made Meeta nervous. She failed miserably scoring only 20 in 5 tries. True to his word, Dinesh turned on the butterfly. Waves of pleasure hit Meeta's pussy but the fear of being in a public place also made her look around while trying to hide the torment. Dinesh stopped after 20 seconds and Meeta breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's do it again."

Meeta reluctantly started it. This time, however, Dinesh turned on the butterfly as she was about to roll her 3 ball.

"Eeee..." Meeta exclaimed as she was not anticipating this. She also tried to twist her hips. Dinesh laughed at her predicament.

"You are not supposed to do that."

"You mean this." Dinesh turned it on again. 

Meeta nervously looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to this. The constant stimulation was making her aroused but embarrassment of it happening in the public place was equally overwhelming. 

"Please stop..."

"Are you getting aroused? Or are you just afraid?"

"People might see."

"See what?"

"This."

"No, they won't if you don't wriggle and act aroused."

"But I can't help it."

"So you are a bit aroused."

"Yes." Meeta admitted with a nervous laugh.

Dinesh smiled and was thinking about turning it on again when his phone rang. It was Adam and they spoke for some time. 

"Adam and Anju are coming and so are another couple you have not met."

Dinesh had not planned for this and Meeta was now even more afraid of having a vibrator in her pussy and the controller in Dinesh's hands. She was also aware that this was the first time they were meeting Anju since the spanking incident few weeks ago. Her mind was in turmoil.

"Will you turn on that in front of them?" She asked fully afraid of his answer.

"Should I?" 

"Off course, not"

"Let's see. I get to decide when your pussy tingles today. Be a good girl and do as I tell and it may not."

"Say, you will be a good girl and obey."

Dinesh decided to tease her more and turned on the vibrator just for impact.

"Yes...I...will be a good girl." Meeta quickly replied. Dinesh stopped the vibrator.

"Let's go to the bar and have a drink."

They went to the bar and had some drinks. Meeta had her usual wine and she was getting used it. In about half and hour, the rest of the party arrived. The other couple were an Indian couple named Girish and Sujatha. They had moved to UK several years ago. Sujatha was originally from the same state as Meeta and Meeta quickly liked her. The exchange the usual questions about what was happening etc and chatted along.

Anju was nervous in all the talk. There was a tension between Dinesh, Anju and Meeta but no one else could see that. At one point went Dinesh was going to get more drinks, he asked Anju what she wanted. Anju replied that she was fine to which Dinesh replied.

"I think you need another drink. You seem a bit quiet today."

"I'm ok." Anju replied a bit curtly.

"Yes, she is a bit quiet. You ok, Anj?" Adam asksed.

"Yes. I'm." Anju was not enjoying the conversation.

"Ok, come with me and help me with the drinks." Dinesh asked.

Anju could not say no and Meeta looked at her reaction. Anju got up and went with Dinesh. 

"Ease up. Are you still thinking about our last incident?"

"Yes, I am. Easy for you to say."

"Relax, that is our secret and I will keep it that way."

"You are such a jerk." Anju retorted.

"There we go again. I am trying to be friendly here and you revert back." Dinesh was calm in this response, almost as if he was expecting that.

"Whatever!"

"Look, let's act normal."

Anju did not respond.

"Have a few drinks and it will loose up your tight ass." Dinesh laughed at the pun.

"Listen..." Anju was getting angrier. But before she could say anything.

"No, you listen. You deserved what happened last time for meddling. Yes, I was a bit of jerk but I was also setting things right. You have no right to interfere with how our marriage is run. "

"I have the right to explain to Meeta how to handle your personality"

Dinesh decided to end this debate.

"I will give you 2 options, one, let's continue as before and you stop the meddling or two, since I hold all the aces in this situation, I can settle this with another spanking for you. "

Anju stared at him furiously but realized her situation was untenable. In reality, Dinesh could what he wanted with her and that include a spanking. She tried to calm her nerves and think of answers.

"Let's go get drinks but do make that decision before the end of the night."

They trotted and got drinks without saying much. After a few drinks, they decided to go bowling and booked some lanes. Dinesh put his hand around Meeta as they walked and whispered into her ear.

"You are looking the best amongst the women here today. "

He patted her hips and Meeta smiled at the compliment.

Meeta had never bowled before and so she spent the first few rounds teaching her. She started liking it after the first few tries. Girish decided to make it competive and asked the pair up in couple and the couple that comes last buys the next round of drinks. That seemed like a fun thing to do and so they agreed. Meeta did not do well and so they lost. Dinesh asked Meeta to come with him for the drinks.

"You did ok for the first time. But do better this time."

Then suddenly Dinesh turned on the vibrator. Meeta had forgotten that for a while and she almost fell.

"Turn it off." She whispered.

"No. Keep walking."

The walk to the bar was not long but Meeta was getting very aroused by the time they got there. Her pussy was leaking juices and her face was getting red. Dinesh finally stopped it and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Just wanted to warm you up a bit for the next round."

They returned to the tables with the drinks. Everyone was getting a bit drunk at this time and there was lots of banter. Anju did not talk much but there were some tense moments which Meeta noticed. Another round of bowling began. Dinesh took Meeta to the side.

"Here' the game. For every strike I do, I get to turn on the vibrator. Likewise if you miss all pins, I do the same."

"What? In front of all?"

"Yes."

"Please don't. They might notice."

"You need to keep your pussy under control." Dinesh mocked her.

Meeta begged him a little more but he was adamant. So they games started. For the first round, neither things happened and Meeta breathed sigh. Then on the next try Dinesh managed a strike. Then in his victory pump put his hands in the pocket and started the vibrator. Meeta went red with the stimulation and embarrassment. Anju noticed that.

"You ok?"

"Yes."

"She likes me striking it." Dinesh quipped.

Meeta took a deep breath and tried to stand still. Dinesh let the vibrator run for some more time. After few minutes of others bowling, Meeta missed all in the first strike and to her horror missed it again on the second try. Dinesh prompty turned it on.

"That was bad. I am going to leave it longer because you missed twice."

Meeta shivered as her pussy vibrated in unison and triggered emotions. She almost zoned every one out. This time Sujatha noticed.

"You look like you are going to fall down." She held her hand. Meeta quickly stepped away.

"I'm fine. I think it is the wine."

"She is getting hot as well." Dinesh touched her face and laughed. Other joined in and Meeta managed a smile. When others were looking away, Meeta tried to reason with Dinesh.

"I can't handle it anymore."

"Did you cum?" Dinesh asked.

"Almost but if this goes on, I can't hide it anymore."

"Ok. I will stop." Dinesh relented.

Meeta excused herself and went to the toilet. Dinesh was chatting with Adam and Girish. He admired her as she walked back . Her short skirt rode up her thighs and had to be continually tugged down to maintain modesty. There was one more round of bowling left. Meeta somehow managed to finish that. By that time, they were all drunk to the point of caring who won. They decided to go have dinner.

At dinner, Meeta sat in between Anju and Dinesh while Girish and Sujatha sat in front. They ordered food and were chatting when Dinesh slipped his hands on Meeta's thighs and rode her skirt up. Meeta because alert and Anju caught this as well. Anju tried to look away as she was not sure what to do. Dinesh caressed her thighs and patted it. Sujatha bought up the topic of exercises and they all chipped in with their excuses and complaints of how they fail to do enough. 

"I manage to get 2 sessions a week." Dinesh added.

"Yes, you are disciplined." Girish added.

"What about you?" Sujatha asked Meeta.

"I do a bit." Meeta replied.

"She is learning. She is not the exercise kind of person but I am teaching her."

"More like forcing her..." Anju interrupted.

"A little bit of coercion hurts no one." Dinesh joked.

They all laughed. Meeta's mind raced to the last punishment she got for not meeting her goals. She had not worked out for a while. She hated doing that.

"Looks like, Adam needs to coerce you as well." Dinesh changed his focus on Anju.

There was some nervous laughter. Adam added.

"She is lazy as am I. We are perfect match." 

"Why don't you, Sujatha and Meeta workout on Friday? Meeta won't mind the company." Dinesh added. Sujatha responded.

"Now you are coercing us." More laughter followed. Sujantha continued.

"It does sound like a good idea though. I think we should try it."

Anju could not think of a way to decline this offer. She was not sure about this.

"Ok, deal. I will work you girls out every Friday at 5.00. Adam and Girish, you guys can come and we can play cards or something." There was another round of laughter.

"Meeta needs some more training. Her next test is coming."

"What do you mean by test?" Sujatha asked.

"She has to run a certain distance by end of the month. That's her target. Meeta can explain."

"I'm not that good at running and so we are trying to get me to run better." Meeta added.

"Interesting." Sujatha nodded. Anju was quiet but she gritted her teeth, fully aware that there was more to this. Dinesh's hands roamed on Meeta's thighs again. The waiter came and they ordered more drinks. Dinesh decided to have some more fun with the vibrator and so turned it on.

Meeta looked him in fury but there was nothing she could do now. The vibration suddenly rockets to new levels inside her and she clasps her legs together tightly. She looks piteously at Dinesh and with pleading eyes. To make matters worse, Sujatha continued the conversation.

"So what else are you doing these days?"

"Nothing..." Meeta was struggling to find words. Dinesh decided to stop and let her talk. Meeta almost left an audible sigh when it stopped.

The night dragged on for a while & they decided to call it a night. Anju was left alone as Adam decided to go to the toilet. Dinesh decided to take this time to have a chat with Anju and pulled her aside.

"Listen. You have to get over it. I won't apologize for what happened. Meeta deserved it as well and so did you. If this continues, Adam is going to find out and that won't be good of any of us." There was veiled threat in that.

Anju nodded and gave in.

"Good. Our little secret." He patted her shoulder. With his other hand grabbed Meeta and hugged her.

There was still an uncomfortable silence and it was broken by Adam arriving. Adam and Anju left. 

"Let's stay and get you another drink." Dinesh added.

Meeta was already feeling buzzed and was not sure if she could handle another. But Dinesh ordered another drink and coke for himself. He was also feeling it but did not have to drink more because he was driving. He however wanted to play with his toy a little more. 

"I'm going to make you cum here." 

His hands slipped under her skirt. His fingers found her pussy. Meeta looked around nervously but the bar was quite empty. There were a few people still bowling and playing pool.

"Did you like the vibrator?"

"No."

"Because we are in public or the vibrator itself."

"The public part." Meeta decided to be honest.

Dinesh fingered her even more and worked up the intensity. Meeta fumbled with her drink but was very much aroused by now.

"Relax, forget about the fact that you are external and enjoy."

Meeta did likewise and within in 30 seconds came. She shuddered, closer her eyes and let the emotions go through. When she opened her eyes, Dinesh was smiling at her. She looked around again and saw a couple staring at them. Meeta looked away unable to look that way.

"I think they saw." She whispered furiously.

"All they saw was a naughty girl who had a good time." Dinesh was wiping his fingers.

"Let's go." 

Meeta was happy to leave. Dinesh had more plans for the night though. As they drove up towards their house, the pulled up near a park. It was mostly empty given the time of the day but in the distant they could see some people and the traffic on the road was still on.

"Why are we stopping here?"

"To play with you more." 

Dinesh went up to a bench and sat there.

"Come suck me off."

"Here?"

"Yes. And if you don't make me cum in 20 minutes, I get to fuck you here."

Meeta was mortified at this.

"Can we go home and do that?"

"What is the fun in that?"

"Please..."

"No. Get to work." Dinesh pointed at his crotch.

Meeta resigned to the fact and slipped on her knees in front of him. She unzipped his cock and started sucking. Dinesh started a stop watch on his phone and enjoyed the situation. He was horny after all the activities but was also confident that he would hold for 20 minutes. Meeta furiously worked on his cock. Dinesh looked around to make sure no one had noticed this. Public sex excited him but he also did not want to get caught. 

At the 15-minute mark, Dinesh reminded her. Meeta paused for a while and looked at his cock. It was hard and it was wet but she had no way of telling if he was close. The fear of getting fucked here in public forced her to panic and she erratically worked on his cock. The stop watch struck 20 and Dinesh rubbed her head.

"Time's up dear. You still need to learn how to suck my cock."

"Please... Can you give me 5 more minutes?" Meeta tried to stave off the public fucking.

Dinesh considered but decided against it.

"No. Get up."

"Please. Someone might see us."

"That is the exciting part. Get behind this bench and lift up your skirt."

Meeta looked around again. She visualized her bending over the bench in this public place. She somehow couldn't do that.

"I can't"

"What do you mean?"

"I said. I can't"

"Sure you can. Let me show you."

"Please. I can't do this." Meeta raised her voice.

"You lost and you don't have a say."

"Please...I can't. Can we go home?" Meeta was no longer listening to him.

"No."

"I won't do it."

"Are you disobeying me?"

Meeta stayed quiet.

"I will count till 10. If your ass is not over this bench we are going home. But this will result in a punishment." Dinesh's voice was filled with anger.

He counted. Meeta was equally defiant and did nothing. After the count, Dinesh walked past her.

"Let's go. Let's teach your ass a good lesson today."

He held her arm and escorted her to the car. They drove around mostly in silence. Dinesh reminded her of her disobedience and Meeta kept quiet. Once they got inside, Dinesh yelled at her.

"Get fully naked. Now. Don't delay it." 

Meeta was dreading this. Her defiance had melted on the way home and she slowly she removed all her clothes and stood there in her naked glory.

Dinesh got inside and bought the big paddle. He pulled her on to his lap. He held her hips and let her legs drop on the ground. He was quite angry and wanted to make a point. He poured some oil on to his hands and gave her ass a quick rub with it. He did not massage it for long and he wanted to start the punishment. Meeta had her head down by Dinesh ankles and her legs flailing a bit. She was fully aware that Dinesh was very angry with her and so this punishment would hurt. She shifted uneasily as her bottom was getting prepared for the ordeal. After a few seconds on preparing the target, Dinesh began with the paddle.

"Thwatt." The first one landed with a good sound. Meeta has cheeks jiggled at the contact and she let out a small surprised cry.

"Thwatt."

"Thwatt."

Two quick ones landed in each cheek. They resulted in a much bigger cry from her. 

"I hope you learn a lesson after this." Dinesh punctuated that with a couple more.

"Thwatt."

"Thwatt."

Meeta did not say much. She was unhappy at the situation but was also not ready to admit any faults or beg for forgiveness. Dinesh sensed that and smiled inwardly. 

"Thwatt."

"Thwatt."

"Thwatt."

"Thwatt."

Several more blows rained in with Meeta's 'Owww' breaking the silence. Her bum was turning a bit red. Dinesh was enjoying this and decided to give her some more hard ones.

"Thwatt."

This landed in the part where her bum met her thighs that hurt the most and Meeta yelled and her legs flayed more. She slipped a bit from his lap. Dinesh pulled her back and held her more firmly.

"The naughty ass is paying a good price."

"Thwatt."

This one landed on the fleshier part of the bum. There were still no apologies from Meeta and so Dinesh increased the intensity of the next ones.

"Thwatt."

"Thwatt."

"Thwatt."

"Thwatt."

Meeta moaned and her resilience was getting shattered. She knew she had to ask for forgiveness.

"Thwatt."

"Thwatt."

Couple more landed and this time Meeta could not restrain herself from trying to rub the sting off. But Dinesh's hand was in the way.

"I think we are making the point. Aren't we?"

"Yes, please can I rub? Please..." It felt like there were ants crawling and stinging her.

"OK, a quick rub but I need to hear you say sorry first."

"Sorry..." Meeta whimpered and he let her hands on her own bum. Meeta gently rubbed them trying to take sting away. Dinesh watched in amusement.

"Now get up. Let's continue this in a different position." Dinesh tapped her bum with the paddle. Meeta wiggled out and managed to get another rub on her tender behind.

"Hands on the ground. Knees above it. And, off course present your ass."

Meeta shuffled and got into position. This was a bit awkward and they had not done this before. Dinesh let her settle in before the next one was delivered.

"Thwatt."

Meeta almost fell as she lost balance. Her bottom wiggled as she adjusted back.

"Thwatt."

This time she did fall.

"I can't hold that position." She had tears in her eyes.

Dinesh decided to take it easy but not allow full leniency either.

"Ok, you pick the next position."

Trying to think about a new position was the last thing Meeta wanted with a burning bottom. She remembered the last one where she touched her toes and reverted to it. Dinesh decided to play more.

"I don't like this. Try another." 

Meeta's brain raced again. 

"I don't know..." She moaned.

"Get on the floor and lie down on your breasts." Dinesh decided to make the call.

Meeta lay down flat on the floor. She thought this was more comfortable than standing up. But Dinesh was not going to stop there.

"With your face still on the floor, lift knees and get your you ass in the air."

Meeta stretched and lifted her ass. She felt lewd doing this.

"Good. Strecth more. You can put your hands in front of you."

Meeta shifted and tried her best.

"Good. Now get your legs together and raise it more"

Meeta's ass cheeks were now nicely bunched together. Dinesh was loving the control he was having over her.

"Good stay like that. If you move out of this position, it will only delay your punishment."

"Thwatt."

The fist blow landed. Meeta screamed with pain and wiggled her cheeks. Dinesh decided to prolong her humiliation.

"That was good wiggle. I tell you what. I was going to give you 12 more but if you do a good job of wiggling your ass to show how sorry you are, I will reduce the count. For every good wiggle, you get 1 less."

Meeta barely heard him but she understood the game. The last blow had take all her courage and resistance. She wanted this to end and would do anything to reach that end.

"OK" 

"Thwatt."

Dinesh gave a good one and waited. After the initial second of handling the pain, Meeta started the wiggle to the best. The wiggle actually helped reduce the pain. Dinesh's cock started aching at the sight.

"Good, That was nice. 1 less now."

"Thwatt."

Meeta repeated the wiggle and this time opened her legs to show him the pussy.

"Good."

"Thwatt."

One more landed. 

"Owww"

Meeta's eyes welled up with more tears from the pain but she dutifully wiggled to her ass in hope. Dinesh decided to end the torment. Partly because he felt she was really hurting but importantly he was getting horny.

"Hold that position."

Dinesh walked into the bedroom. Meeta shifted trying to take the sting away. She was hoping this would end soon. Dinesh returned and Meeta felt something cold on her pussy.

"Spread your legs a bit."

Dinesh lubed her pussy up. Meeta was expecting more spanks and so this came a surprise. Then she felt his cock touching her. Dinesh rubbed against her for a while. Meeta felt a different sensation and that seemed to help with the pain. After some rubbing, Dinesh entered her now well lubricated pussy. 

"Your pussy was too tempting." 

Dinesh gave her ass a squeeze and Meeta moaned with both pleasure and pain. Dinesh increased the pace and pushed her further into the ground. After a few minutes both were moaning with pleasure. Meeta's body deceived her and she reached an orgasm despite the pain in her ass and her awkward position. Dinesh came violently and squirted cum all over her battered and sore ass. Then with a slap on her ass he slumped next to her. 

"Ohh...that was good. Come lie over my lap." Dinesh remarked.

Meeta gingerly got up and lay her butt on his lap. The spanking still hurt and the pain was slowly returning.

"You will have trouble sitting tomorrow." Dinesh slowly rubbed her ass.

Then he took the oil that was close to him and applied generous portions on her. For the next few seconds Meeta moaned in the pleasure of his hands massaging her aching bum. Dinesh was playing the punisher and comforter at the same time. 

"Good. Now for the last part of your punishment."

Dinesh wanted to remind her of her infractions with something he had not made her do before.

"I want you to go stand in that corner. Head to the wall and hands on your head."

Meeta slid on the floor and looked at him a mix of hatred and love. She got up slowly and walked to the wall. She positioned herself as directed. Dinesh got up and walked to her. He gave her a kiss and whispered in her ear.

"Remember this the next time you disobey me. And get this ass a bit more out."

He gave a firm slap to her well-oiled bum as he moved away from her.

"Stay there for 15 minutes."

He went to the kitchen and got something to drink. Then he just turned the TV on and flicked through the channels. Meeta was embarrassed to be made to stand there in that position in what seemed like an eternity.

[pvsraju]

Meeta woke up next morning to find Dinesh missing. She assumed he was out working out or something. Her mind ran through last night's incident. Her poor bum hurt a hot to the point where she had to sleep sideways. She was terrified by the dreaded paddle and the sound it made when it came to contact with her bum. She pondered over the reasons why Dinesh would do something like that. Yes, she had disobeyed but it was an unreasonable request to begin with. She was thinking of ways to get Dinesh to know that he had gone too far and she was not a willing participant to this. She dragged herself off the bed and made herself coffee. She could barely sit down and had to put a few cushions under her aching bum.

She thought about complaining to her parents but that would not help as such. She also thought about complaining to Dinesh's parents. In the end she made up her mind that she would try to reason with Dinesh.

Dinesh, meanwhile was burning off some calories in the gym. He was sure he had gone too far last night. It was partly alcohol but he was surprised at how far he could go with this. He felt sorry for Meeta but his dominant instincts always pushed the limit.

"How are you today?" Dinesh asked as he came to the living room.

"I'm ok." Meeta mumbled. Is he kidding, she thought.

"I want to say I am a bit sorry for last night." Dinesh started.

Meeta was not sure what to say. She just kept quiet.

"How is your bum?" 

"Sore." She replied.

"Let's see."

Dinesh moved closer to her and caught hold of her pyjamas and dragged them down with her panties. 

"Stay here." He came back with some lotion.

"Lie over my lap." 

Meeta obliged. Dinesh started applying generous amounts of lotion and gave her bum a gentle rub.

"I'm sorry. I think I went a bit too far. You deserved punishment but not this much."

Dinesh felt the welts across her ass. He continued giving her a rub. Meeta closed her eyes and moaned in pain and pleasure. For brief moments, she forgot about the pain of the paddling. She also felt weirdly aroused but this rubbing. As if on cue, Dinesh slid his hands down her ass checks and felt her moist pussy. Meeta blushed, embarrassed by it.

"Interesting...What am I feeling here?" Dinesh mocked her. Meeta tried to get off.

"Stay there. Let me give you want you are looking for."

Meeta did not require any more persuasion.

Dinesh used two fingers. One inside her and one on the outside and continued his rubbing. Within a minute Meeta became very wet and wriggled her welted butt but this time in pleasure from his fingering. Another few minutes and she came and groaned in pleasure. 

Dinesh let her lie on his lap for a few minutes as she recovered from it. She then got up and pulled her pants. 

"Remove your pants completely. It will help with the soreness." Dinesh advised.

Meeta thought about it and realized that it was true. She slipped them off and stayed naked from waist down. She avoided sitting down for most of the day and lay on he stomach for large parts. The rest of the day was a quiet affair as they watched TV and did not talk much. The tension from last night subsided just a bit. 

The next few days followed a similar pattern. Meeta got busy with cooking and house duties. She also took time to workout as her next test was getting closer. Dinesh was also very busy with work and was coming home late. Eventually Friday came and Dinesh came home early.

"We are going out this weekend. We will stay outside as well."

"Where?" Meeta asked.

"About 3 hours drive from here. Girish and Sujatha are coming and so are another couple you have not met. We will just hangout there, maybe walk a little and come back on Sunday."

Meeta got busy packing the stuff. 

"Get some shorts and skirts. Don't think you need anything else." Dinesh ordered here.

He then got into the closet and took out the vibrator. This was the one without the remote control and the one Meeta had loved last time Dinesh used it on her.

"Should I take this?" He mocked her.

Meeta smiled but was too shy to say anything.

"Yes or No." 

Meeta still did not reply.

"Awww...my girl is a bit shy. Come here."

Meeta came close him. Dinesh pulled and kissed her lips. Meeta responded. As they were kissing, he felt his hands inside her pyjamas and then heard the vibrator turning on. Meeta quickly felt a shiver through her body and impulsively tried to move away. But Dinesh held her firmly.

"Is that a yes?" He rubbed it against her pussy.

"Yessss..." Meeta groaned. She actually wanted it now. 

Dinesh played with her a little more but did not get her to an orgasm. Meeta was left unsatisfied.

"We will finish this later."

Dinesh wiped the vibrator of her juices and dropped it in her bag. They packed the remainder of the stuff and drove. It was a fairly long drive through lots of winding roads. They reached a cottage and there were already two cars parked in front of it. It was quiet little isolated cottage in middle of the woods.

Dinesh introduced Meeta to another south Indian couple, Rahul and Sangeetha. Sangeetha too like Meeta and Sujatha had come to UK post marriage was just settling in. The girls got together and started chatting. They had wine dinner and it was quite late and so retired to their respective rooms.

As Dinesh was unpacking and he found the vibrator. 

"Let's finish what we started." He waved it at Meeta.

Meeta blushed and was not sure if she wanted to do it. She was wary of the people in other rooms but the wine had loosened her. But Dinesh was already unbuttoning her shorts. He let them slip to the floor and her panties followed. He turned it on and immediately got a reaction from her.

"Can we use the bed?" Meeta asked.

"Sure. Take off your top." 

Meeta obliged. Dinesh helped her on the bed. He then took two of the pillows and slipped it her under stomach. 

"There. This will be better." 

Dinesh applied finishing touched by elevating her hips and spreading her legs a bit. Meeta felt vulnerable in the position. Dinesh turned it on again and played with her clit. Within seconds, Meeta was groaning and her legs were trembling. She lost control of her body and her groans became louder. 

"Any louder and they will hear you." Dinesh mocked her as he moved the vibrator away from her. That shook her out of her orgasmic zone. She felt embarrassed for a moment but the vibrator returned. Dinesh continued this for 10-15 minutes, sometimes forcibly holding her as she tried to break free. In that time, Meeta came twice and was moaning beyond control. 

Rahul, Girish and Dinesh grabbed a beer and wandered out. They all knew each other from college days and were quite good friends. They had dinner & started playing cards. Dinesh also popped a bottle of wine and poured generous portions for all. Meeta was now getting used to the wine and in some ways liking it. The other two women also did not refuse it. After a few rounds, the women were getting drunk and the moans were getting loud. After her second one, Dinesh let her subside. Meeta finally got up and looked sheepishly at Dinesh. He was sitting on the chair sipping water

"Aren't you glad we bought it?"

Meeta smiled. "Was I loud?'

"A bit but I don't think they heard it." Dinesh reassured her. 

"How about I get your mouth to do some work now?" He started unzipping his trousers and took his cock out.

Meeta was tired from the drive, tired from the orgasms and was not keen on doing this. 

"I'm a bit tired. Can we go to sleep?"

"Yes. But after you make me cum. All that noises you made got me horny."

Meeta resigned to doing it and slipped on her knees in front of him. She worked her lips on his cock and slowly sucked on it. Dinesh ran his hands over her hair. After a few minutes, Meeta looked up and took a break. She looked really tired and Dinesh decided to go easy on her.

"Ok. I will let you off the hook today. But you need to pay me back tomorrow."

Meeta nodded. She was ready to do anything.

"I want you get up before I do and wake me up with blow job. Do we have a deal?"

"Ok."

"Good. Lets' go to bed then."

They cuddled into bed and were sound asleep soon. Meeta woke up to the alarm she had set last night. Dinesh stirred but was still asleep. She remembered what she had promised last night. Dinesh was naked from waist down and so his limp penis was in view.

She slid out of the bed and moved in front of the bed. She was not sure if she should jump in or be slow and not wake him up. She figured he would wake up anyways and so decided to go for it. She took a sip of water to help with her dry mouth and got to licking his cock. Dinesh woke up and smiled at seeing his wife sucking him off.

"Good girl."

Meeta sucked with energy. As he was coming close, Dinesh reminded her.

"Make sure you swallow today. Don't spit it."

The swallowing was something that Meeta always hated and never got over it. But she also did not want to anger him and decided to do as needed. It took about 20 minutes and he eventually came. Meeta almost gagged as she swallowed but managed to do it. 

As she was just finishing up she heard a knock on the door. It was Girish.

"You guys up?"

"Yes. We will be out there in a bit." Dinesh replied.

"Get dressed." He said as he got up.

They dressed and went outside. Others were asleep and only Girish was awake. He was making coffee and so they grabbed a cup each.

"Slept well?" Girish asked Meeta

"Yes." Meeta replied.

"I made sure she slept very well." Dinesh joked.

"We heard." Girish admitted.

Meeta turned red with embarrassment. The two men laughed and Dinesh patted her back. He then went to get a refill of his coffee leaving Meeta alone with Girish. It was an awkward silence and Meeta could not see him eye to eye.

"Don't be embarrassed. It is normal." Girish broke the ice.

"You are a bit shy, aren't you? Like my wife." He continued.

Meeta did not have anything to say. Thankfully for Meeta, Dinesh returned. Once they were alone, Meeta spoke.

"Why did you say that in front of him?"

"Say what?"

"About last night"

"Well, they heard and so there was not much hiding and he is good friend of mine."

"I felt very embarrassed."

"Don't be." Dinesh dismissed her fears.

After a lazy morning, they went out & did some hiking. A few miles into the walk, Meeta got tired. The other two women; Sujatha & Sangeetha seemed more fit and did not mind the workout. 

"Can we take a break?" Meeta asked wearily. 

"A little more." Dinesh encouraged her and gave her ass a friendly pat.

After another mile, they finally took a break and rested their legs. 

"Poor Meeta had to walk a lot after a long night." Girish joked. They all laughed.

"What do you mean?" Sangeetha was not sure what they were laughing about.

"They had a long night, if you know what I mean." Girish helped clarify.

Sangeetha laughed and it made Meeta turn more red.

"Girish, you are evil. The poor girl is embarrassed. Don't worry Meeta. He is like that and we will have our revenge."

Meeta could not find any words.

"Relax, Girish go easy on her." Dinesh tried to add to it.

"Don't be embarrassed. Just play along." Dinesh reminded her when they were alone for a minute

"I don't like Girish." Meeta said with anger in her voice.

Dinesh did not reply to that.

"We have 3 more miles to walk. You ok with that?" 

"I'm tired but can manage."

"Good. You need to get fitter. Don't forget to exercise."

Meeta had not done much exercise and was quickly reminded that she needed to do that before the next Dinesh test.

"Yes." She replied.

The rest of the trip went quite quickly, although all of them were tired. They picked some food on the way back and headed to their cottage. They went to their respective rooms to shower. Dinesh showered first and was sitting in the room when Meeta came from hers.

"Wear a skirt." 

"Ok." Meeta wondered why but did not mind.

The evening was still young and so they started drinking and chatting. The long hike and wine got all the women drunk quite quickly. Sujatha who had been very quiet all day, suddenly got more talkative. The women and men split apart a bit and starting their own conversations.

"That walk was tiring." Sujatha mentioned, her voice already slurring. 

"Yes." Meeta agreed.

"It was ok for me." Sangeetha pitched in. She was definitely the fitter of the two.

"So, looks like you had fun last night." Sujatha took the topic back to sex.

"Yes." Meeta was still embarrassed.

"I wish Rahul was more eager. I tried to get him to have sex but he said he was tired." Sujatha was being quite open.

"That's never a problem with Dinesh." Meeta decided to open up as well.

"Nor with Girish." Sangeetha added and they laughed.

Sujatha took another long sip of the wine and continued.

"How often do you have sex?" She asked Meeta.

"Few times a week." The wine and the frankness of Sujatha seemed to relax Meeta and she did not mind sharing.

"That is great. We only do once every 2 weeks. Good for you."

They chatted for a while on the same topic, sharing a few titbits. Meeta was not sure how much she should reveal about her sex life but did share more than she ever had. Their conversation was interrupted by Dinesh.

"Do you want to take a walk to the lake? The weather is nice." 

"I'm drunk." Sujatha replied.

"I'm tired." Meeta replied

"Wow, look at all the excuses." Dinesh remarked. He gave Meeta his hand and she pulled herself up.

"But, I am tired." Meeta whined. She sounded more drunk than tired.

"Quit whining." Dinesh gave her sharp smack on her ass. It made a good sound as well.

Meeta jumped. Sangeetha shifted nervously. 

"Ooo...he is demanding." Sujatha laughed.

"Yes. You want one as well?" Dinesh queried.

Sujatha and Meeta both looked at him in shock.

"Just joking." Dinesh laughed.

"Let's go." 

They all went to the main room. The guys had finished lots of beers and there were bottles all over the place. 

"Good job, Dinesh. Sangeetha darling come here." He shouted.

Sangeetha obliged. Girish grabbed her hips and hugged her.

"I just want to say I love my wife." He shouted again.

"After few drinks, you will love everyone." Dinesh joked. They all laughed.

"So where are we going?" Sujatha asked.

"Just a short walk outside. The sky is clear and so it will be a good view"

Sujatha who was, by now, fully drunk was paying with her hands over her hubby and mumbling along. They walked to the spot. The night air was cool but not cold. Girish and Sangeetha were stumbling along as well. Only Dinesh seemed sober.

"The sky is beautiful." Meeta exclaimed.

"Yes..." There was general agreement.

They all found spots to sit. Dinesh sat with his back to a rocky ledge and asked Meeta to lean on him. Sujatha was getting quite talkative and rambled about different places she had gone.

Dinesh had his arms around Meeta and gently patted her breasts. He planted a kiss on her back and whisphered into her ear.

"Spread your legs a bit and you will have fun."

"What?" Meeta whispered.

"Just do it. No one will know. It is quite dark"

As Meeta shifted, Dinesh got more room to explore. He slowly slides his hand up her thigh and finds here pussy. Meeta twitched a bit and looked around nervously. She was afraid of saying anything but the sensation she was feeling was quite good as well. In the background, she heard Sujatha was still chatting.

Dinesh gently cupped her pussy through the thin cloth of her panties, beginning to massage it. As he continued to rub her, her pussy got warmer and he started feeling her juices beginning to leak. Meeta let out an audible sigh and then nervously looked around. Dinesh paused to help gain composure.

The others did not notice and Girish was now singing some Indian song which others joined. There was enough commotion and so Dinesh decided to increase the fingering. He pulls her panties aside and finds the flesh. He pushes one of his fingers inside her now wet pussy. Meeta was trying her best to stay composed but her body was failing her. Dinesh holds her close and begins to his finger in and out of her. Meeta was biting her lips, trying to hold back the moans. Dinesh could feel her juices running down over my fingers. Her legs shaking more, pussy tightening more around my fingers. 

"Please stop. I can't control it." Meeta whispers.

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes. I might scream." Meeta's head was in turmoil but she the embarrassment of others knowing this was overwhelming, especially, considering that they already knew about their sex from last night.

"Go scream." Dinesh flicked her clit and toyed with her.

"Please." Meeta tried to convince him.

Dinesh stopped and looked around. Sujatha had stopped signing and she was looking at them. It looked like she knew what was happening with them. Dinesh smiled at her as she took her eyes away.

Meeta was relieved and tried to regain her composure. Girish and Sangeetha decided to retire at this point. Sujatha was not keen but her hubby, Rahul decided to do the same., much to her displeasure. This left the three alone in the dark.

"Rahul is such a bore. And you guys are so naughty." Sujatha spoke up almost immediately as they were alone.

"What do you mean?" Meeta asked.

"I saw what Dinesh was doing."

Meeta just turned red at this and lowered her eyes.

"Don't embarrass her. But I think she liked it too." Dinesh added.

"I wish Rahul was like that." Sujatha admitted.

Meeta's mind raced with conflicting feelings. A big part of her wished Dinesh was like Rahul and not creating these weird sexual situations. But hearing what Sujatha was saying also made her question her own beliefs.

"I can coach Rahul." Dinesh offered.

"Good luck." Sujatha was not that confident.

"Maybe Meeta can tell him." Dinesh squeezed her thigh.

"What me?"

"Yes." 

"No. Way."

"You enjoyed it and if you can tell that Rahul, maybe, he will see the value."

Meeta was appalled. Not only were they talking about sex in front of someone they had just met, Dinesh was making weird requests.

"She is just a prude. She likes it but won't admit it."

Sujatha laughed at this. Dinesh decided to end this.

"Let's go as well." He got up.

"Common. Let's stay a bit longer." Sujatha did not want to go.

"And do what?" Dinesh asked.

"I don't know. Maybe you can finger me." Sujatha joked but it was the wine speaking at this point and looks like she was getting horny.

"Now who is being naughty?" Dinesh asked. Meeta kept her mouth shut. She could not believe what Sujatha was asking. It made her angry but she did not know if she should express it. She got up on her feet.

"I'm going to stay here." Sujatha was defiant.

"No. Don't want to leave you alone."

Dinesh gave her hand but she did not take it. So he grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her up. Sujatha stumbled a bit and tried to protest. Her voice was evern more slurred. But Dinesh was stronger and pulled her up.

"Let's go."

"No..." Sujatha tried to break away.

"Meeta can you grab her purse and and that bag. I will get her there." Meeta obeyed. Dinesh grabbed Sujantha's wrists.

"Now, let's go." Dinesh was must firmer this time.

"No..."

Dinesh pulled her forward and gave her shorts clad ass a quick slap.

"Move..."

Meeta stared in disbelief as Dinesh gave her another crisp smack. This seemed to knock some sense into Sujatha and obliged.

"You are mean and strong. Not like Rahul" Sujatha continued her rant.

"I will teach Rahul to be strong and mean. Now move otherwise I will give you a few more." Dinesh warned.

"Does he do that to you?" Sujatha asked an already stunned Meeta.

"Yes. I do. Let's go." Dinesh answered it for her and walked ahead of them

Meeta trotted along and Sujatha meekly joined them.

"You are one lucky girl." Sujatha whispered.

"Uhh..." That was the best Meeta could say. She wanted to get away from this.

"I hope he teaches Rahul." 

Thankfully it was not too far and so they reached the cottage. Dinesh did not bother saying good night and went to the room. Meeta followed.

"That was weird." Meeta said as she was finally alone.

"Yes. Alcohol does that to everyone. You should have had more to drink." 

"I was afraid of being too drunk. Like her."

"Let yourself go. This is all harmless at the end of the day."

"Even you hitting her?"

"Well, she asked for it."

"I don't like it."

"I had to do it otherwise she would not have come."

Meeta decided to not debate it and went to change. When she got back, Dinesh was on the bed and was naked from the waist down.

"All this has made me horny. I also left your pussy unfulfilled. Let's fuck."

Dinesh was crude and this always made Meeta feel a bit weird. But he was right. The public setting overruled her emotions but she definitely wanted to cum. She got herself on the bed and waited for directions from Dinesh.

"I want you on top but first get my cock nice and wet."

Meeta was getting expereined at that and so she dutifully licked and sucked his cock to full erection.

"That's good enough."

Dinesh motioned her to get up and assume the sitting position on his cock. He slowly entered, his saliva laded member entering her not-so-wet but stimulated pussy.

"Now start humping." Dinesh gave her ass a slap.

Meeta bounced up and own this cock and rammed into his balls. She had only been on top once before and so this was still new to her. Dinesh guided her from time to time and she continued till she was gasping for breath and covered in sweat.

Dinesh gave her a break and grabbed her hips and started fucking her furiously. This got Meeta going as well and she started moaning like the night before. Dinesh continued till he came and then slid her off him. Meeta had cum by that time as well. They both fell exhausted and out of breath.

Meeta quickly fell asleep and Dinesh was drifting slowly. He heard some noises outside which was very odd for that time. He grabbed his boxer shorts and slowly opened the door. Sujatha was slumped outside near the door. She looked asleep but was stirring a bit. It looked like she was listening to them fucking.

[hornbeam1984]

Nice but very long. Still nice.

[kamdev99008]

superb..... not only story....

but.. your narration tooo...

now i think dinesh will get reward for his dominance.... may be sujatha next

[Renjith]

Super bro

[raj500265]

NICE ONE

[raj500265]

nice one