Now, I am not normally one to talk in movies. But my boyfriend and I were among about eight other moviegoers in the entire theater, and we had both already seen the movie. Going was more to kill time than anything else, and hell if I wasn’t going to chat with him about it. The movie was boring, and I had been silly enough to wear a little sundress despite the air conditioner in the theater blasting.

About ten minutes into the movie he told me to hush up. But I was really only speaking at a whisper, and there was no one within about fifteen feet of us to hear me. Besides, the other people in the theater looked about as darn bored as I felt.

Twenty minutes in, he hushed me again. That’s when I sort of decided to play a little game, and every time he hushed me I decided to raise my voice a little. What started as a whisper got to be normal speaking level by the time the movie was about half an hour in.

Finally, the movie had hit a particularly dull spot, and I had seemed to hit a particular nerve in the boyfriend.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Over my knee.”

“Excuse me?!” I exclaimed. We are in the movie theater. While he had taken me over his knee so many times in the comfort of his own bedroom, I could not believe what he was suggesting that we do in front of a half dozen complete strangers.

“You get over my knee before I make you get over my knee. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” I got out of my seat and placed my hips over his thigh and my hands on the ground. At this point, it appeared that about half of the theater had noticed what we were doing and gave us inquisitive looks, while the other half was still somehow entranced by the flickering screen.

He raised my skirt up over my pale round ass. Dear, why had I worn a thong today? My entire behind was on display to anyone who cared to look. He placed his hand on my raised right cheek and rubbed it a little. Seemingly right as I felt his hand leave, I could feel it swinging back to slap my ass. Oh Lord, did it sting. And I let out a holler. The few people in the theater who had not already been looking our way now had their eyes on us.

The slap to my right cheek was immediately followed by one on my left cheek.

“That...”

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“...is...”

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“...why...”

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“...you...”

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“...should...”

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“...listen...”

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“...to...”

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“...what...”

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“...I...”

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“...say!”

At this point, I was sniffling. My ass felt like it was on fire. I felt as if I were never going to be able to walk without pain again. This spanking felt so much harder than prior ones ever had. Perhaps it was the strangers’ eyes on me. He had finally taken a break, and I glanced around. The moviegoers' eyes projected a few different things--confusion, mild concern, and the majority looked turned on. There was a couple behind us to the left, and his hand was on her inner thigh, rubbing it as if to say she was in for a similar punishment later that evening.

I glanced at the screen and it was a handful of men talking in a boardroom. To be honest, I’m not sure why we saw this film once, never mind twice. And it seemed my impression was not alone, as no one seemed to be turned towards the screen. Instead, all were directed towards my now-bright-red derriere.

I realized, slightly too late, that I had not been paying much attention to my man.

“Get on your knees, between my legs,” I heard. A command, if I had ever heard one.

I did as he said, and felt the cotton of my dress brush my quickly bruising behind. At least it was no longer on display for the world to see.

He undid his belt and unzipped his fly. He brought out his cock, which was as solid as a rock, and as long as I had ever seen it. He had always been a bit longer than average, but it was the girth that never failed to amaze me. How he fit it into my little holes I was never sure.

“Suck it,” he commanded.

I opened my mouth wide and took it in. The second it hit my tongue he started thrusting it back into my throat, making me gag. The scene in the film was fairly quiet, and the entire theater could hear me gagging and sputtering for air. I couldn’t breathe. My eyes were watering. But still--thrust, thrust, thrust. I tried to move my tongue in a licking motion while he thrust, but there simply was not enough time or space.

Finally, he removed his cock from my mouth. It was covered in spit and drool. I could feel drool coming down from the sides of my mouth. I must have looked like such a whore.

“Bend over.” He placed his hands on the seat in front of me, clearly meaning for me to put my own hands there. I placed my hands on the row in front, stood back and bent over. My waist was at a ninety-degree angle, and my red ass must have been on display for all.

He quickly lifted my dress up over my waist and past my breasts to be over my head, resting on my wrists and the row in front. I was embarrassed, as I had not worn a bra today, and the theater was so cold, and I was so turned on that my nipples were fully erect and on display for all to see.

He lowered my panties so they were around my ankles. My pussy was also on view for the world to see. And boy, was it wet. I was surprised it wasn’t dripping onto the floor, I was so turned on.

I felt the tip of his cock brushing against my tight cunt and my clitoris. Back and forth, back and forth. Suddenly, I felt a finger shoved up my ass. It was shocking and my asshole closed up around it.

After a few more strokes to my soaking wet cunt, he thrust his dick into my ass. I gasped. At this point, I could see that not an eye in the theater had strayed from us since we had started our display.

He pumped in and out. My ass could not take his cock; he was too big. I was screaming.

His thumb started brushing my clitoris. Two thumbs were shoved up my pussy. His cock continued to pound my ass. I was moaning. Moaning so loudly I was shocked no staff had come in to check on the commotion.

I was so close to cumming. I could feel it building up inside me, but I knew that my master would not let me cum without his permission.

“Sir, may I please cum?” I gasped. I could barely let more than a syllable out at once between gasps from his cock being shoved into my ass.

“No, you fucking slut. Not until you have learned your lesson. Will you speak in the movie theater again?”

“Nah…no, sir!” I gasped. I could feel my pussy constricting, I was so ready to cum.

“I don’t think the gentleman in the back heard you.” The back row was occupied by three men. I was sure they had heard me, and my master just wanted to make even more of an example of my suffering.

“I… will… never… speak…in a... movie… again… without… your… permission… sir… Please… May… I… cum… for… you… Sir?” I struggled to get each word out. I was so close to cumming. Normally I could hold it back for my master, but I had been so wet and horny when he began that I was struggling to contain myself.

“Cum for me, you whore.” As soon as he said that, it was a waterfall. All the pleasure built up inside me came out at once. I was moaning and gasping and I completely lost control. My abs were spasming, my pussy was contracting, my eyes were closed, but during the second I opened them I could see the people in front of us staring at me, mouths agape.

Normally after I orgasmed my master would hold me and stroke me. But he has not yet come.

“Down on your knees again, whore,” he commanded and I did as he demanded. It was hard to kneel, as my legs were still shaking.

He grabbed his cock and began stroking it over my face. Within a few seconds, jets of hot cum were hitting my face and breasts. He was done after a minute and handed me my dress, which had fallen to the floor.

“Clean yourself up; it’s embarrassing.” I used the dress to wipe my face up before putting it on. The skirt was now covered in cum. I sat down and watched the last half hour of the movie, still quivering from my orgasm.

When the movie ended the cum had hardened my skirt. I went to use the restroom, and as I was washing my hands a woman came in.

“Wow, darlin', that was quite the show.” The others in the restroom thought nothing of it, as they assumed she was referring to the movie. But I knew.