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.