Chapter 7: The Trip Home

On the way home we pulled in to a roadside cafe. My husband went to the boot of the car and I followed. He took out a dog collar with the word “SLUT” written on it. “Please, don’t.” He slapped me hard across the face and fastened it around my neck. We went into the cafe.

There were 6 customers, all male, a waitress and a bar tender. I started to head for a booth but my husband insisted that we sit up at the bar. I struggled with my skirt to cover my behind on the high stool. “Leave it alone, let everyone have a good look at your ass slut.” He said loudly so everyone could hear him. I sat down feeling so ashamed as all the eyes in the place stared at me.

The waitress gave me a disgusting look when she came over to take our order. “I’ll have the peppered steak and the slut will have the chicken.” he told her.

When we finished our food the bar tender came over and started chatting with my husband. He was looking at the collar. “That’s interesting.” Without replying my husband turned to me “What are you.” he asked. I looked at him for mercy. He looked threateningly at me.

“I’m Pauline and I’m a slut.”

“Nice to meet you, Pauline the slut. What brings you here.” My husband then told him about our shopping trip describing everything that happened at the adult store in great detail. I was completely mortified. The bar tender was rubbing his penis through his trousers as he listened about me drinking the bowl of cum. I was completely embarrassed and humiliated.

When my husband finished he said to the bar tender. “I think she needs another drink” It took a few seconds before I realised what he meant. I looked at him horrified. “Let’s go into the back office.” the bar tender suggested.

The bar tender, whose name was Pete, led the way. My husband pushed me towards the office. Once inside Pete undone his trousers dropped them to the floor followed by his underwear. He stroked his cock until it was fully erect.

“OK” said my husband “Get down on your knees and suck his cock.”

“No way. That’s not going to happen. I’m not sucking him.” I yelled. “You’re not turning me into some sort of whore.”

“Get your belt” my husband said to Pete as he removed his own belt from his trousers. I tried to get to the door but my husband grabbed my hair. He dragged me over to the desk and and threw me face down across it. He ripped the skirt off me and started to whip my ass. Pete joined him. I screamed as they whipped me mercilessly across my back, ass and upper legs.