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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 isvecbahis 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 isveçbahis giriş 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…”SLAP“…is…”SLAP“…why…”SLAP“…you…”SLAP“…should…”SLAP“…listen…”SLAP“…to…”SLAP“…what…”SLAP“…I…”SLAP“…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, isveçbahis yeni giriş 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.

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