It was a lovely day and I was sitting outside the café at a table enjoying the sun. Lucky for me the view from this spot was exceptional. The storefront across the way was occupied by one of those Cross Fit places that are all the rage. Looking in the window I could see that a variety of people were working out. Men and women sweating and grunting as they pulled on ropes and hoisted various objects above their heads. One woman with a petite yet muscular physique was lifting a tire high above her head pushing her well developed and scantily clad c-cups out for all to admire. Just then a gentleman walked out and right past me. A sight to behold with pulsating muscles rippling out of his tank and an equally impressive muscle in his tight bicycle shorts. It had to be 10 inches.
At that moment I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head. My wife, Ma'am as I call her had just appeared from the café. I had been caught gawking and worse in public. She let me know it. No words where needed after the strike to my head and a deadly look. All she said was "move it!" I did not dare try to explain myself, I knew I had broken the first rule. Don't do anything that does not serve to pleasure her. We made it to the car and then she let me have it. "You must be punished" All I said was yes Ma'am as I drove her to the party, her furiously texting all the way.
Ten minutes later we arrive and I pulled up to the curb to let her out. She looked at me and sternly said "park". I looked quizzically at her and then quickly parked as instructed. I was confused because I was supposed to drop her off at her friends house. Another friend was getting married and so the girls were having one of those sex toy parties. You know, the ones where the ladies get together and have free champagne, get a little tipsy as they ogle at sexy lingerie and dildos that make you blush. Before I could enquire Ma'am said "Obey!" No more was needed as she instructed me to follow.
We arrived at the front door and knocked. The door opened and Gillian answered. She was wearing a fetching sun dress and already had a half empty glass in the her hand. She waved us in with an enthusiastic hello. She did not seem surprised that I was in tow, I suspect that was what the texting was about. She showed us into the living room and pointed out a seat to Ma'am. She then guided me in the direction of the bedroom. I looked back and Ma'am mouthed at me "Obey". I entered the room where Gillian had directed. Lying on the bed was all manner of items. Silky nighties, leather corsets, frilly panty sets and much more. I turned back to Gillian with a look of confusion and she said forcefully "Strip". I hesitated and was trying to find the words to express myself when she repeated herself adding another word "Strip and Obey". I knew I was in for it, Ma'am had something in mind to teach me a lesson and it made me uneasy to say the least.
Gillian watched intently as I removed each piece of clothing. As I did so she gave me instructions. "You are to start with the clothing items on the left and work your way to the right. Put each one on and then come out and model it. I expect you to be perky at all times and give us a good show. You will find Breast forms and make up on the dresser. There is a wig on the counter. Don't make us wait" I was in shock! I had been punished before for such behavior but nothing like this. There was nothing to say except "Yes Gillian".
I went as fast as I could but a good twenty minutes went by before I was ready. In the meantime the booze was flowing and the girls were ready for a show. I slowly made my way to the living room and got my courage up. I pranced out as perky as could be . I had put on the cut blonde wig and some stylish makeup. The first outfit was a red see through teddy with an opaque hart G-string. At least I was covered in the right place. I had the forms on to and they giggled as I walked. The women hooted and hollered as I spun around like a runway model showing off the outfit. I thought I was home free as all seemed pleased but then Ma'am got up and said "what took so long! You weren't in there stoking off where you?" My cheeks burned with embarrassment.
There were at least a dozen women in the room most of whom I knew. I just quietly said no Ma'am. She just said "bend over". I did as instructed and she said "ladies, tardiness can't be tolerated. Please step forward and give one good slap to his ass. Make it count!" Most hesitated but our neighbor Patrice had already finished a couple drink and boldly stepped forward setting the tone she drew back her hand and stuck my right cheek with everything she had. That broke the ice and they stepped up one at a time and cheered each other on. By the time they all had a turn I was whimpering. Ma'am simply said "next".
