It's been weeks since I've seen him, smelt his cologne, felt his bearing. He's often older than me ; he walks with a surefooted demeanor, gently etched brawniness and morose exotic features.

I've just moved into my new apartment, frantically trying to bump where I've put my pet sweater when my earpiece vibrates. I peer down at my speech sound and see his name in the message bubble on the screen. My heart skips a small beat.

I've been hoping for him to reach me for what flavour like forever. I miss him more than he could infer, even though I was the one that ended our vivid affair. He's mad at me for it, I know he is.

"Hey you…"It reads."Hey you…"I reply.

"You left a few things at mine. Some sandals and makeup. Do you require them back ?"He replies.

I think for a few minutes about what I should respond with. I want to see him so badly but I'm not sure it's such a good idea. I'm so confused about what I want, in every face of my lifespan, let alone a relationship.

"Yes please. I've moved to the beaches now, so I'm close by. I can come break up them up ?"I type without thinking any further.

"I'll free fall them to you. Just text me the address."He replies.

I notice the absence of emojis in his textbook ; it's so dissimilar to before. He's definitely mad at me, and I'm definitely excited to see him.

He's coming at 8pm and it's currently 7pm, so I hurry to the shower. Instinctively I shave my pussy just how he likes it, before realising what I'm doing. Why am I preparing myself like I used to ? I doubt we will fuck, yet I continue to prepare myself anyway.

I choose an turnout that is tight around my hips and ass and dip low into my cleavage. Waiting casually on the couch for him to bump on the door, my face run fantastic inside me. My marrow's fluttering as I think about all of the matter I want to say.

Suddenly there is a bang at the room access and my stomach naut mi. I feel like a short schoolgirl.

I open the door gingerly. There he is in his usual suave suit and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every brawniness as if it was hand made just this minute. He stands there with perfect posture and a gaze like I've never seen before.

I say hello and he doesn't reply, he just holds his stare, regarding me deeply, making me sense more and more like a bewildered little schoolgirl in pauperism of guidance.

With authority and a confidential information of arrogance, he moves forward and past me into the lounge room, dropping his bag beside the door. I close the door and take after him, my nerve peeking.

He swiftly turns around to face me again. His stare Pierce through me."Down."He says with a sharp natural language, and just like that everything I used to know and do flood tide back into me.

Instinctively I follow his instruction and drop to my knee before him, my head hanging down, eyes staring at his freshly polished shoes like a good submissive should. Why am I doing this ? I ask myself internally.

He reaches his right manus down to my neck and squeezes it tightly, forcing my head up and my eyes to forgather his. His eyes are penetrating my soul as he looks me up and down. A slight hint of disgust washables over his grimace, as I start to slightly puff for air.

My twat begins to pulsate with need as he roughly releases my neck from his rigorous grip, throwing me down onto the floor."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something enceinte and black out.

I comply, remaining in the middle of my lounge room on all fours. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my hair savagely with his left hired man, turning my head to face him. He holds a tumid pitch-black spanking paddle in his good hand.

"You've been a bad daughter. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, little whore."He says heavily, staring me utter in the eye.
"I've thought long and hard about your late disobedience and I'm going to punish you for what you've done. I am your master. I have the only when say in what happens to you."He says coldly. His mean, menacing, angry tone turns me on like nothing before. I shiver beneath him as I feel his decent hired man cabbage my bird above my hips. The shame washes over me and my pussy oozes succus.

He softly rolls my panties down to my stifle and gently caresses my ass cheeks.

"I am going to spank you 10 times, very, very hard.. and you're going to thank me after each and every one."He gives me a puckish smile, and not a second to reply before I feel the firstly thwack on my bare, exposed ass impertinence. The pain course through my body as he pulls my hair tighter, staring deeper into my eyes at my reaction.

"Thank you,"I whisper sexually.

I see that wicked smile again as he bores the second smack down upon my ass impudence. I scream out this prison term as he's smacked me harder.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 times, bringing us to the survive smack. Again, he tightens his grip in my hairsbreadth, pulling my boldness right next to his, regarding my every emotion intently. crying well up in my eyes as he bares down the final, brutal, most painful big H onto my now red and lather ass cheek. The pain has turned into a farsighted and deep-felt insect bite, coursing through my entire being.

"Thank you Sir,"I manage to muster out of my mouth, tears streaming down my face.

His pull up stakes handwriting still entangled in my hair, he uses to confuse me away, sending my fountainhead down onto the carpet in a dishevel shame.

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass impudence and admiring the impairment he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his branch around the front of my thorax and pulls me unsloped. We're both on our knees, I'm facing the lounge room with him behind me holding me close to this chest.

How badly I want to just grow around and kiss him, but I don't dare.

He uses his left arm to cross my consistence and hold me tightly in shoes while he moves his rectify hand down to my sopping wet twat. He traces my clit ever so lightly that I can barely find it.

"Do you recall you deserve this ?"He whispers.

"I don't deserve anything you give me, Sir."I meekly respond.

"That's right, you don't deserve anything. You should be thankful I spent my clip smacking you, teaching you a lesson."He says as he starts to pat my cunt, softly at first base, with a growing ebullience. He picks up pace and starts to smack my puss harder and harder.

I wince, while my body naturally tries to jolt forward from the shocks. I am restricted by his will arm across my chest, which is now increasing in grip.

He continues to smack my pussy harder and harder until I'm screaming loudly in pain.
I manage to come up up a sonant"Thank you."

He suddenly stops and lets me go. He roughly pushes me forward onto my paw and knees, then continues to labor me down so my head is touching the ground, my impudence pressed up against the carpeting.

I feel him role my ass cheeks and stare down at my wanting, needing fuck holes. I know he isn't looking at my twat. I know exactly which hollow he wants.

"Since you've been such a naughty minuscule slut, you're not getting anything in that waterlogged twat hole of yours. This is not for your pleasure piffling whore, this is for mine only."

His Bible only earn my pussy more wet.

He spits on my cockeyed ass hole, gently rubbing a finger around the rim to loosen it up before I feel his rock toilsome tool head start to open it further.

He forces his glorious throbbing surd dick into my blotto rosebud, stretching it exposed as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to thrust savagely, with no regard for my screams. The miscellany of pleasance and nuisance washes over me and I am screaming in both delight and desperation.

He starts grunting and continues to have it off me, stretching my hole with each thrust. He moves one groundwork around and onto my head to check it down and cave in himself a deeper plunge into my asshole. I yelp in nuisance as it goes further in, and he keeps ramming and ramming.

He soon pulls out and bark at me to turn over and lay on my vertebral column. I quickly oblige and loose my verbalise encompassing as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, hard hammer all over my face. morsel splatter over my body and over the floor.

He stares at me, wanking Sir Thomas More out of his turncock as I scoop up the cum from my typeface and into my mouth. He looks at me then looks at the cum on the floor.

"Clean up your mess."He lodge, as he again stares at me intently.

I turn around and get back on all fours and Australian crawl like an animal, licking up the cum that stains the base before finding myself at his feet. I open my sass wide of the mark and look up at him standing over me.

He brutally shoves his pecker, covered in my ass juices, deep into my mouth. He holds my head down hard on his cock until he hears me choking, then releases. As I pull away, a long line of expectoration follows from the tip of his dick to my mouth.

He pulls his pant back up, collects his paddle and bag and walks to the door. Before I get the chance to say anything, he opens it and exits, leaving me on all quadruplet in the midsection of my sofa room with my skirt around my waist and my panties down at my ankle, saucy cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .