Shopping Trip II

As you know by my other stories, my wife spanks me.  Also, her
best friend Mary recently gave my wife a cane for our anniversary
present.  My wife has now used it on me several times, and she
usually uses it at the end of my spanking.  It really hurts a lot
more than a paddle or any other of her spanking implements.

Anyway, this happened a few days ago when my wife took me
shopping with her.  Before we left the house, she threw a long
thin box into the back of the car.  She told me that this box
contained something that she just might need on this shopping
trip.

We ended up going to a lingerie store that was exclusively for
women.  The store had an entrance in was the lower level of a
parking ramp, and that's where we parked.  I felt nervous and out
of place because the store was full of women and it only
contained women's lingerie and underwear.  I made a lot of loud
remarks about what I saw in the store and about the women who
were in the store.  I thought they were just innocent remarks,
but my wife thought differently.

When we finally left the store and we were walking towards the
car, my wife said, "You have really embarrassed me again.  I want
to make sure you never embarrass me like that, again.  I wanted
to spank you in the back of the store like I did the other time,
but I asked the clerk about doing that, and she said that wasn't
possible.  So now, this will have to do."

We were now standing next to the car and my wife continued, "I
want you to drop your pants and bend over the hood of the car,
right now!"

"But this is out in the public, and other people may see this," I
protested.

"You better hurry up, or I will increase your punishment," was
her only reply.

So I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my slacks, and soon they were
around my ankles.  As I was bending over the car, my wife reached
into the backseat and pulled out that long thin box.  She pulled
out the cane that Mary had given us.  Now I really knew that I
was in trouble.

Then I felt my wife pull down my underpants and she said, "You
know I always spank you on the bare.  Why did you leave these
on?"

"I was hoping since I am out in the open like this that you would
allow me to leave them on," I said.

"You should of thought of that before you made those remarks,"
was her only reply. "I'm going to give you six strokes of the
cane.  Be sure and count them and say, "Thank you, ma'am" after
each stroke.  If you stand up or forget to count, the stroke will
be given again.  Do you understand, Clyde?"

"Yes," I answered.  "Just hurry up so no one will see me like
this."  Then she tapped my naked bottom a few times, I heard the
whistle sound, then WACK!  It hurt so badly that I instantly
stood up and rubbed my bottom.

"Bend over the car, again." My wife said.  "And that last stroke
will not count."

As I was bending over the car again I saw a woman come out of the
store.  She asked my wife, "What is going on here?  I just saw
the both of you in the store."

"I'm giving my husband six strokes of the cane for all of the bad
remarks he made in the store."  My wife said.

"I heard the remarks he made.  They were very rude and
insulting," she said.  "Is there anyway I can help?"

"Why don't you go to the other side of the hood and grab his arms
so that he stays bent over the hood," my wife said.  So I saw her
go over to the other side of the hood and soon this strange woman
was holding me in place.

I felt the tap of the cane again, the whistle, then WACK!  "One,
thank you, ma'am," I said.

"You have him trained very well," the woman said, who was holding
me in place.

I looked behind me and now many women were coming out of the
store.  I hated being caned in public, being bent over the car
hood, and being naked from the waist down.  I felt the tap of the
cane, heard the whistle, WACK!  "Two, thank you, ma'am," I said.
Now, the women had gathered around the car to watch me being
caned.

"You can go ahead and stay and watch me cane my husband," my wife
said.  "This is for how rude he was in the store."  The other
women stayed to watch the show, and talked among themselves.

Tap, whistle, WACK!  "Three, thank you, ma'am," I said.

This went on until I had my six counted strokes, which were
actually seven, since the first stroke didn't count.  Then my
wife said to the women who had gathered around, "You can go ahead
and feel the strokes that he received on his naughty bottom." 
Next I felt many pairs of hands on my bottom while I was still
bent over the hood of the car.  Sometimes they even felt my balls
that were hanging down.  I couldn't believe that my wife was
allowing this to happen to me.  Then my wife said, "I want to
give him one last stroke to make sure he never embarrasses me,
again."

The women backed away, a tap, whistle, WACK!  "Seven, thank you,
ma'am."  I said.

"You can stand up now," my wife said.  "Pull up your pants, and
then sit in the car."  So I did as I was told, and soon was
sitting down gently in the car.  The women were busy talking to
my wife and looking at me.  After about five minutes, the other
women finally left and my wife got in the car.  "I NEVER want you
to embarrass me again.  If you do, you can expect to be caned
again.  That's anywhere at anytime."

I just sat silently on the seat of the car and hoped that this
would never happen, again.




