#439) The Fat Lady Just Sang, So the Fat-Bottomed Girl Ought to Cum

This is another of the elements in that “Never Have I Ever” game from the My Bottom Smarts blog, this one recounting one of my many public spankings.
To thumbnail the exposition, my boyfriend’s parents belong to the upper crust, the country club set, are members of the yacht club at their summer home, you get the picture. He took me home to meet them this past summer.
Besides other high society events during our visit, they wanted us to join them at a performance of their city’s opera, to which they were supporting members. I’d only been to an opera performance once. I loved the grandiosity of it, the imposing voices, larger-than-life characters, elaborate scenery and costumes, but that’s where my appreciation ended. Roy, having been raised on it (among other must-do cultural spectacles) wasn’t even that enthusiastic.
But on the way from our hotel room (where we could sleep in the same bed, unlike his parent’s estate) to the opera, we got a phone call from Roy’s mother. She said that his father had just experienced a heart-related health emergency, and that they wouldn’t be able to attend.
“Is it serious? Should we meet you at the hospital?” Roy asked into his iPhone.
He repeated for me that his mother said that his father was just about to be released, needed bed rest, that we’d see them in the morning, to enjoy ourselves at La Traviata.
“Do you want to skip it, drive back to the hotel?” he asked.
“Won’t some of your parents’ friends note that we’re not there…?” I returned.
“You’re right,” he responded dejectedly. I flashed him a glimpse of what was underneath my ball gown. It was a hot summer night. When I debated what lingerie to wear under this expensive couture creation I’d borrowed from his mother for the occasion, none of it looked comfortable, so I went commando. Roy’s eyes got big at the sight of my freshly shaved, so quite bare pussy. “Oh, I look forward to making out with you!” he now enthused.
“Will be able to? Won’t we get caught?”
He showed me to his parents’ private box hanging off the wall close to the stage. It was prepared to seat four. We stacked two of the chairs at the back, then moved the front seats back from the balcony edge a bit. We were entirely secluded, in our own private world as the lights dimmed. When the orchestra struck up the prelude, we started kissing, with Roy’s hand invading my space deliciously, getting my tits out of the decolletage to nibble upon, throwing the side slit open to reveal my sex, which he started fingering. By the time the main characters came out on stage, I was warmed-up.
“Do you think we can risk a spanking?” I whispered loud enough to be heard.
“Did you think you could escape without one?” Roy shot back.
I dove over his lap, loving that we were being so naughty in public without being seen. He easily opened the gown by its scandalous slit up the side to completely expose my bare bum. The music grew louder, the voices topped it. Roy began spanking, topping me wonderfully. I dug my pointed toes into the plush carpet, my hands gripped the ornately carved legs of the theater chair. He really let me have it! Every other time Roy (or previous boyfriends) had attempted to spank me in public, it had to be fast. It was mind-blowingly liberating to be bared in this huge public space, to be receiving a luxuriously long thrashing while the audience applauded because the performers wowed them with each overture! The applause seemed like it was for me, taking a memorable spanking on my big bottom. It never occurred to me before this moment that the sound of a hard spanking was very Zen, the sound of one hand clapping. He clapped enthusiastically, chapping my ass thoroughly. His cock gave us a standing ovation as I felt a huge orgasm start to build within me.
“Unzip me!” I commanded my Top. I didn’t want to stain his mother’s expensive gown. I stepped out of it, then yanked Roy’s trousers and underwear down. I straddled him while facing his euphoric expression, sinking down seductively slowly on his erection, letting him enter me pains-takingly, excruciatingly slowly, penetrate me deeply, we fucked energetically, climaxed almost simultaneously, my convulsions spurring his on. I stayed seated on my lover for minutes afterward, hoping that our confluence of ejaculations would stop leaking out of us. While we waited, we kissed passionately. When I thought we were safe from pulling a Lewinski (get the historical reference of sexual-staining evidence?), I got up and stepped back into my dress as Roy pulled up his pants.
That was when we noticed the silvery bulb-like turret hanging down from the ceiling of his parents’ private box.
“Is that a smoke detector?” I asked hopefully.
“No… I think it’s a security camera…” Roy answered. Suddenly our wonderfully private public display of affection was not nearly so private. To this day, we don’t know if we were videotaped spanking and having sex. If we were, we didn’t hear from the Operatic Association or Roy’s folks. If we were, I didn’t count it in my scoring of the “Never Have I Ever” game because making a spanking video was one of the few things I said I didn’t yet do!

4 responses to “#439) The Fat Lady Just Sang, So the Fat-Bottomed Girl Ought to Cum”

  1. Never have I ever even thought about spanking a woman during an opera performance that we were attending.
    My ex-wife and I used to occasionally go to an opera butt she never orgasmed there and she never ever was spanked there. I would probably have enjoyed playing the timpani on her bottom but the thought never entered my mind. It would have been a challenge though as we never had a box to do it in. It would have been a bigger challenge to me because she didn’t much care to be spanked.
    Your story does bring humorous
    imaginative scenes to my mind!
    Thank you for the ” visions of sugar plums!”

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