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. He 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 a 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 a 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."
