Jack climbed into the passenger seat of the family car and looked critically at his wife's clothes. In response to his orders, she'd worn a pair of tight, white shorts, and a bright yellow halter top that looked to be one size too small. It didn't take much inspection to see that she wasn't wearing a bra under the top. But only Jack knew that she wore no panties under the shorts. A pair of open-toed sandals completed the ensemble. He offered no comments as she pulled into traffic and headed for the mall, though his anger at the morning's events still smoldered. He felt as though hi s options for effective punishment were severely narrowed. He could force her to drive around town topless, but how embarrassing was that to a woman who had spread her legs in front of 40 leering men? He could pull her pants down and spank her soundly, but he suspected that she was beginning to really get off on the helplessness and the pain. Besides, he wanted to find something that was appropriate to the crime. That would take some more thinking.

They got to the mall faster than he'd anticipated, so he had her park in a dark and secluded corner of the parking garage.

"Pull up your top," he ordered after she'd shut off the car.

She gave him a startled look but immediately complied. Without even glancing around he leaned over and sucked the nearest nipple into his mouth. Her tiny nugget felt hard against his tongue, and it grew more and more prominent as he massaged it between his teeth. Without any prompting she leaned into him, and he stuffed great gulps of her tit into his mouth. She began panting greedily as he lashed her nub with his tongue, and soon her entire bosom was covered in spit and sweat. As he urgently ravaged her tits, he just as frantically rubbed and probed the V beneath her shorts, letting the friction of the denim heat her cunt and clit. As she thrust her pelvis against his hand, he crammed his mouth over her breast, engulfing it, reveling in it, knowing that he owned every inch of it. Without removing his hand from between her legs, he came up for air and gave her a challenging order, "A word game. One minute. Ten answers. For every one you miss, ten bare hand swats on your naked butt. Ready? Ten words for a woman's breasts. Go!"

She had a few ready from her research on the net. "Boobs. Tits. Um, jugs. And, um, melons. And, ahhhh, what's that restaurant? Hooters! And what else? Titties? And there's that other one. . . what does Dad's friend call it? I, I, I think it's . . ."

"Time's up!" Jack said, squeezing her pussy for emphasis. "I think that gives you five. Not very good for a slut fuck, don't you think? Titties are just smaller tits. And in case you're wondering whether I know five more, here they are: knockers, headlights, torpedoes, knobs and your rack. Though given your pair, I think we should go with torpedoes, don't you? That's fifty swats on your bare butt before midnight. Hope you're not planning on doing too much sitting!" He gave both her boobs a friendly bat. "Now get dressed. We have to go shopping."

Once inside they headed straight to a woman's dress shop that specialized in knock-off designer styles. While they could get what they wanted at a chain store, Jack had selected this one because there was a separate waiting room for husbands just outside the dressing rooms. Before they entered, Jack told his wife exactly what he wanted her to get, and then he went to the waiting room while she gathered up the clothes. Less than ten minutes later Kelli arrived with a salesgirl in tow. "I'd like to try these on, if you don't mind, and I'll get back to you," Kelli said to her, when it became apparent that the girl wanted a say in the purchase decision.

The first dress Kelli modeled for him was far too complicated, especially given the parameters necessary for that night's adventures. In short order he gave the thumbs down to two more, before she finally donned one that intrigued him. A black minidress, it featured a plunging neckline with a minimum of frills. A single strap hooked around the neck, adding support but leaving her arms and shoulders bare. Best of all, it outlined her figure perfectly His second selection went in the opposite direction. A simple white top, it hung loosely on her body, The main attraction for Jack was that it unbuttoned completely down the front, from the neck to the hem.

"We'll take these two," he said to Kelli, handing his credit card to her. "And ask them if you can wear the white one home."

He waited by the door while Kelli completed the transaction, then led her back to the car. From the way she walked, he could tell that she was incredibly conscious of the fact that she had no underwear on. One wrong movement, and dozens of shoppers would see the shaved slit of her pussy.

In the parking garage, he led her to the passenger side of the car. He'd parked in the very corner of the garage, so they had a concrete wall along both the passenger side and the front of the car. Pulling the fabric up so that her ass was bare, he guided her into the corner and bent her over so that she needed to put her hands on the wall to support herself. Anyone who came along could see what was happening, but wouldn't be able to see her face.

"Here's the first ten of your fifty, slut!" he whispered harshly at her. He let the anger from that morning build up, then let his arm swing forward onto her bare ass, the sound of the smack echoing through the garage. From the way her legs tensed, he could tell that he'd stung her. And after two more smacks her butt had already begun turning a nice shade of pink, noticeable even in the poor lighting in the corner. He paused a moment to fondle each taut globe, running his fingers along the heated skin. It was hard to believe that just two weeks ago that she'd only let him touch her ass when they were making love. And now he had her bent over half-naked in a public place, freely feeling her ass and fingering her pussy.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Three reports echoed in quick succession through the garage as he aimed his attention on the sensitive fold where her legs met her ass. Kelli jumped at each one, a sob fighting its way through her clenched teeth. Jack paused again, the hair on the back of his neck rising. He turned slowly, finding himself to be the object of attention of a small, balding man, sporting a big, leering grin.

"She spent too much shopping," Jack said blithely, turning back to his wife's naked ass. Smack! The sound cracked like a pistol retort. Smack! He asked her how many that had been, then dropped two more on her to finish out the count of ten. Smack! Smack! Jack turned back to look at his audience of one, who had stepped closer to get a better look. Stepping aside, Jack slowly caressed his wife's glowing rear, then suddenly pulled her pussy lips apart so the man could get a good look at his wife's tight, wet cunt. As he saw the man's eyes light up, Jack felt a light go on inside his head. He knew how to punish her for missing his blowjob that morning. And it would be fun for everyone . . . except her, of course.