When we've both cleaned up and Dave has admired my red butt yet again, he decides we should go to the supermarket as he has invited two friends for dinner.
"It will give you a chance to show off your cooking expertise kitten."
On a Saturday, our local supermarket is almost a gay cruising zone. So many 'items' like the two of us shopping and lots of other gay guys on their own. Glances and winks are exchanged. On the way out Dave meets two friends, Ian and Chris, and I'm introduced. Ian is a big bruiser of a guy with a full beard and Chris is about my size. Both are shirtless and wearing shorts. Chris has a thick metal chain around his neck and I have no doubt what the relationship must be. Dave chats with them for a few minutes saying I'm his new lover and that I love being spanked and fucked. I stand there listening. Ian and Chris grin at my blushes and I get the feeling Dave is enjoying the humiliation he's putting me through. And, being honest, so do I.
I do the cooking completely naked. When I've finished preparing the meal, Dave inspects and approves the various dishes and gives me his always welcome hug, grope and kiss.
"I'm impressed Matt, you seem to know what you're doing. Now shower and put on a pair of pink panties, black trousers and a white tee shirt. You'll look like a waiter kitten."
"Okay Dave. Do you want me to act like a waiter tonight?"
"Not really, but I expect you to wait on table as any obedient wife would. Is that okay?"
"Of Course Dave," and I give him a quick peck on the lips.
The pink silk pants are tight and sexy. I can feel them moving under my black trousers and with my white shirt open at the neck to show Nick's gold chain I decide I look pretty cool. A splash of after shave and I'm ready.
When the guests arrive, Dave greets them at the door and brings them through to meet me. They're an odd sort of item. Bernard, in his 50's or perhaps even 60's, is average height, rather overweight, white haired with twinkling blue eyes. Gavin is in his late twenties and an adonis. Tall, slim, jet black hair, fine facial features and green eyes. He is, I guess, Indian or Pakistani. Both of them speak with what I think of as Oxbridge accents and wear immaculate casual clothes. Gavin hands Dave a large plastic bag with two bottles of wine.
"Gavin plays the cello in the orchestra," explains Dave. "And as you can see is into the more mature sort of guy."
"Aren't I the lucky one?" chortles Bernard. "Three grand- children and in my old age meet Gavin who loves fucking old men."
"And making them do as they're told," says Gavin.
"A bonus I assure you Matt as you may know?"
"Matt isn't made to do anything Bernie, he likes to please me," said Dave.
"Of course, of course. Who wouldn't!"
"Have you and Gavin been together a long time?" I ask.
"Since he seduced me when I was his private cello tutor. Three lessons and this twenty year old tells me he's in love with me. I say 'how nice' and within a minute he has my trousers down and he's sucking my cock. Another minute and he has me bent over and fucking me. First penis I'd had up my arse since school and the best sex for twenty years."
We all laugh at Bernie's lurid description. Not that I can understand why a handsome young guy like Gavin is attracted to someone so much older.
"That was eight years ago," said Gavin "to answer your question Matt. And the answer to you're unasked question is that only old guys like Bernie turn me on."
"Thank god for that," laughs Bernard.
I serve several rounds of drinks and then we move to the kitchen table and everyone compliments me on my cooking. I make sure all the wine glasses are kept topped up. At one point I spill some wine as I fill Dave's glass.
"That's very naughty of you kitten," Dave looks me in the eyes and I know he means something. It happens when we're finishing coffee. Dave moves his chair away from the table and points at his feet.
"Come and stand here Matt. Naughty boys have to be punished."
Oh no! Not in front of these guys. Dave unfastens the button of my trousers, takes down the zip and pushes my trousers to the floor. He lifts up my shirt and I blush beetroot red as my pink panties are displayed.
"I do believe they're girls panties. How very becoming Matt", laughs Bernard.
"Turn around Matt and let my friends see your ass and this endowment," Dave slides his fingers over my silk covered stiff prick.
"Looks like he's leaking precum to me," announces Gavin.
And I am. I can feel it. Dave slowly and embarrassingly rolls down my panties until my prick springs up hard and my shaved genitals are on show to his friends. I'm pushed down over his knees and he starts spanking me hard. First one bar cheek and then the other.
"Do you know why you're being punished Matt?"
"Because I spilled wine?"
"Precisely, but also because I want my friends to see how obedient you are to me."
And I'm utterly happy to be demonstrating my obedience and in spite of the tears starting to roll down my face I'm carried away by the humiliation of the scene. Being spanked, especially with others watching, is a great turn on and I add to it by pumping my hard prick between his legs. Dave stops spanking and helps me to stand up. I instinctively reach down to pull up my panties and trousers. Dave restrains me with a hand.
"No kitten. Take them right off and then go and face the corner with your hands on your head so we can admire your red arse."
Cornertime is not new to me and I do as I'm told.
"Perhaps you'd like to see how I keep Bernie in line Dave."
I'm astounded to hear Gavin saying this. Is he going to beat this old man?
"Really?" questions Dave.
"Yeah, we both experienced the same sort of boarding school fun. Me at my RC school in India and Bernie at a posh school over here. He loves playing my role play fag, don't you Bernie?"
"Oh yes Gavin Sir."
"You hear him? And I'm the head prefect or sometimes the brutal headmaster. I think Matt should watch this."
"Okay, turn and watch Matt."
A stern looking Gavin faces a Bernard with his head bowed and hands behind his back. Gavin takes a cane from the plastic bag in which he'd brought the wine. He swishes it menacingly through the air a couple of times.
"You're a lazy fag Bernie and you deserve a severe caning here in front of all the school prefects. You will receive twenty strokes. Count them out boy. Now drop your trousers and pants and touch your toes."
Bernard quickly drops his trousers and pants and bends over. Understandably he finds it difficult to quite touch his toes. Gavin lifts up the old man's shirt, kicks his legs apart, steps back and raises the cane. The large backside is already red with several purple cane marks. Wow! I'm amazed. I notice Dave is licking his lips in anticipation of what is coming.
Gavin lifts the cane high and it swishes through the air to strike Bernard very soundly on his red rump.
"Thank you, one Sir."
When he says "twelve Sir", he staggers slightly.
"Stand still boy or I'll double the punishment," yells Gavin.
And Bernie does stand still and takes the full twenty strokes. His arse is almost glowing red hot. He doesn't move.
"Feel that ass Dave if you want?"
Dave walks over and slides his hands over the old man's red bottom.
"Ready to be fucked Dave if you want?"
"Well, thanks for the offer, but I think Matt needs my cock. How about us fucking them side by side. Get over here Matt and bend over."
I bend down beside Bernie who turns his head and smiles at me.
"Oh isn't this great Matt? Two juniors being fucked by the head prefects in front of the sixth form."
I have to admit the idea excites me especially when Dave nudges his cockhead into me. I can see Gavin has dropped his pants and I glimpse his huge brown cock beginning to ram his old man lover. Bernie and I hold hands and steady ourselves as both our men fuck us hard. They cum at almost the same and each shouts out his triumphant climax. Dave rests across my back for a moment.
"Take Bernie to the bathroom and both get cleaned up and come back naked," orders Dave.
Bernie insists I shower with him and takes the opportunity to grope me back and front.
"Do you want to fuck me Matt? You've a lovely cock."
"Sorry, I don't do that."
"Now go and stand in the corner," instructs Gavin as we enter the living room.
We stand in our respective corners for ages with our red bottoms on show to Dave and Gavin.
"Think we better let them have some relief," says Dave "and let them toss off."
"Suppose so," replies Gavin "but let them do a sixty- nine, it's more fun to watch. Lie on the floor Bernard."
Bernie gets down on his back on the floor. I sit astride his fat paunch and I'm not enthusiastic when I see his short stubby cock surrounded by grey hair.
"Get going Matt. You don't mind do you?"
It's Dave's way of telling me be obedient and do something he wants. I flatten myself down on Bernie's belly and take his cock in my mouth. At the same time he starts gobbling on my hard prick and I'm instantly carried away into my sexual dreams. I suck without regard to Bernie's looks and get into the humiliation of satisfying this old man in front of two other men. My red bum must be bobbing up and down as the old man blows me and I can imagine my blond head of hair bobbing up and down as I suck. Dave and Gavin are laughing and clapping their hands in appreciation of our performance. It's enough to send me over the top and my spunk unloads into Bernie's mouth. His takes a little longer and I have very little to swallow.
This may be the last chapter of Obeying Husband. I'll be grateful if you can let me know whether you liked it. will.obe@btinternet.com