In the darkness of the movie theatre, Gwen leaned over to her boyfriend, saying "I can't believe they put the actress in that dress. Have you seen anything so ugly?"
"Ssh! No talking during the movie, remember?" Logan whispered back, as quietly and kindly as he could.
"And that makeup!" She pretended not to have heard him. "I wonder if it was the same person who committed both offences."
"People are trying to watch the movie," he whispered, slightly less kindly now.
She rolled her eyes. "It's a boring movie!"
"Shh! And you're the one that really wanted to watch it," he pointed out, still whispering.
Unable to think of a retort, Gwen sighed and leaned back in her chair.
A few minutes later, Logan leaned over to her. "Put your phone away," he whispered.
"Now YOU'RE the one talking," she replied sullenly – though just as loud as before.
"The light from your screen is distracting the people behind you. Put it away."
"I'm bored, so I'm going to check Instagram."
"You are going to put that phone away and be quiet, or I'm going to take you outside and put you over my knee – at which point you can make all the noise you want," he whispered in her ear.
Gwen froze, her eyes wide while a cold shiver ran down her back. Hurriedly, she placed the phone in her pocket. She knew Logan did not make idle threats. She prayed that no one had overheard him, but the whispers of the surrounding moviegoers dashed her hopes.
"Did you hear that? I think he threatened to spank her!"
"Should we tell him if she pulls her phone out again?"
Blushing fiercely and trying to burrow down into her seat, Gwen vowed that for the rest of the movie, she would sit quietly and draw no further attention to herself. Hopefully, no one would ever know the identity of the girl in the cinema who was threatened with a spanking.
However, the minutes ticked away slowly, and the movie didn't magically become more interesting. She couldn't even amuse herself by making sarcastic comments, so she was reduced to sighing quietly and rolling her eyes at the dialogue.
Eventually, she decided to send a quick picture of the movie screen to her bestie, with a funny comment about her suffering. If she was quick, no one would notice that she had her phone out, would they?
And it's possible that she would have got away with it if she had turned the flash off.
For several long seconds after the sudden flash of light, Gwen stared in horror, too stunned to do or say anything. Suddenly, Logan took her wrist in a firm grip. "Come with me," he said. His voice was calm, but stern, and the look in his eyes made it clear that she really shouldn't try to argue right now.
She made no attempt to resist as he pulled her to her feet and dragged her away. She'd hoped that someone would rush to her aid, but the gleeful cheers and whistles coming from the people sitting nearest them made that seem unlikely. She blushed beet red as he dragged her along the aisle towards the exit, and she could see people glancing at them and giggling. She wondered how many of them knew exactly what was going to happen to her.
As she was dragged out of the room, she expected him to head towards the car so they could go home, but to her surprise, he walked towards the toilets. Despite her impending punishment, she frowned. Did he need to pee before they left? Well, he should let go of her arm, then – there wasn't much she could do to help him with that.
Suddenly, she realized what he was thinking. Her eyes widened and she dug her heels into the carpet. "No! You can't!"
He turned to look at her. "What did you say?"
"You can't –" She glanced around to make sure they were alone. "You can't punish me HERE! Let's go home!" Obviously, she would prefer not to be spanked at all, but even she could recognize that by this point, that particular battle was lost.
Logan raised an eyebrow. "Do you really think that right now, it's a good idea to tell me what I can and can't do, young lady?"
Gwen bit her lip. An idea struck her. "You… you're not wearing a belt today! If we go home now, I'm sure that your belt will make sure I learn my lesson!" Gwen hated it when he used the belt on her, but she would rather have a dozen spankings at home with the belt than a single one at the cinema, even if it was with his hand.
"Young lady, if you misbehave at the cinema, you can be spanked at the cinema," he scolded sternly. "But if you insist, you can have a belting when we come home as well."
Gwen stared at him. This conversation was clearly not going her way. "This is too humiliating, Logan," she said, looking pleadingly at him with tears in her eyes. "They will hear us!"
"Over the movie?"
"What about the people who work here? Or someone who goes to use the toilet? Or someone walking out because they too realized the movie is boring?"
He sighed. "You didn’t mind everyone hearing you before, so it's only fitting," he said. "Now, are you coming, or should I spank you out here?"
She gaped at him, but she quickly realized that he wasn't joking. Desperate to minimize her shame, she followed him.
They entered one of the toilets, and Logan locked the door. "Hands on the counter," he ordered, and Gwen placed her hands on the counter next to the sink. She had no wish to disobey him further. He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, lowering them to half-mast. Her panties followed.
He placed one hand on her back and bent her over, then patted her bare bottom firmly. "Are you ready for your spanking, young lady?"
Gwen had a sarcastic reply on the tip of her tongue – and that was where it would stay. She was not stupid enough to make things worse for herself right now. "Yes, sir," she replied.
The first smacks made her wince in pain. She always forgot just how much Logan's hand stung. It was unbelievable that a hand that could caress her so softly, could also be so hard when he spanked her. It had to be some kind of evil magic.
His hand moved from cheek to cheek, flattening her full buttocks with every hard slap. She bit her lip, trying her hardest not to cry out. Hopefully, someone would mistake the sound for applause from the audience.
"Are you learning your lesson, young lady?" he asked sternly as he continued to spank her.
"Yes, sir," she replied.
"And what is that?"
"I will not talk in the cinema," she said, holding on to the counter for dear life. She knew what the penalty for trying to protect her bottom would be. "I will not use my phone in the cinema."
"That's right," he replied, delivering a few extra-hard spanks to her sit spots. "Seems like this is having an effect."
Again and again, his hard hand smacked against her soft skin, and she hissed through her teeth. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and her bottom was burning as if she'd sat in a campfire.
"Sir!" she whimpered. "Please…"
"Who decides when your punishment is over, Gwen?" he asked calmly.
She sighed. "You do, sir."
"That's right."
Every smack on her poor posterior added fuel to the flame, and she started to wonder if she'd ever sit again.
Then, suddenly, it was over. He gave her bottom a quick rub, before allowing her to pull her panties and jeans back up. She whimpered as the rough fabric of her jeans clung to her sore cheeks, but she knew better than to complain. Who knows – maybe he'd force her to walk around without them, showing off her red rear.
She was allowed to dry her tears before they left the bathroom. As they headed for the exit, the audience members from their screening had also begun to trickle out, and quite a few of them glanced over at her and giggled. She blushed, trying her hardest not to soothe her burning bottom. If she started to rub the seat of her jeans in public, she'd just confirm their suspicions, and that would be too humiliating.
Logan leaned over and whispered in her ear. "When we get back home, I want you to fetch the belt."
She winced. She'd hoped he'd forgotten about that. "Yes, sir," she replied miserably. This really wasn't her day.
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