It's been weeks since I've seen him, smelt his cologne, felt his presence. He's often older than me ; he walks with a confident conduct, gently etched muscles and dark exotic features.

I've just moved into my new apartment, frantically trying to find where I've put my front-runner sweater when my phone vibrates. I peer down at my phone and see his name in the message bubble on the screen. My heart skips a small beat.

I've been hoping for him to contact me for what feels like forever. I miss him more than he could understand, 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 need them back ?"He replies.

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

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

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

I notice the absence of emojis in his text edition ; it's so different 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 organize myself anyway.

I choose an turnout that is tight around my pelvic arch and ass and plunges low into my segmentation. Waiting casually on the couch for him to rap on the room access, my nerves run godforsaken inside me. My heart's fluttering as I think about all of the things I want to say.

Suddenly there is a knocking at the door and my tummy air mile. I feel like a little schoolgirl.

I open the door gingerly. There he is in his usual suave causa and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every muscle as if it was hand made just this minute. He stands there with perfect posture and a regard 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 lost little schoolgirl in motivation of guidance.

With authority and a hint of arrogance, he moves forward and past me into the lounge room, dropping his bag beside the door. I close the doorway and keep up him, my nerve peeking.

He swiftly turns around to front me again. His stare Franklin Pierce through me."Down."He says with a sharp tongue, and just like that everything I used to know and do floods back into me.

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

He reaches his right hand down to my neck and squeezes it tightly, forcing my head up and my eyes to meet his. His heart are penetrating my soul as he looks me up and down. A slight hint of disgust backwash over his face, as I start to slightly pant for air.

My pussy begins to throb with indigence as he roughly releases my neck opening from his tight grip, throwing me down onto the floor."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something large and melanise out.

I comply, remaining in the midsection of my lounge elbow room on all tetrad. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my fuzz savagely with his impart hand, turning my principal to face him. He holds a large black spanking boat paddle in his right hand.

"You've been a bad girl. A very, very, naughty, ugly, little whore."He says heavily, staring me short in the eye.
"I've thought long and hard about your recent disobedience and I'm going to punish you for what you've done. I am your master. I have the only say in what happens to you."He says coldly. His mean, menacing, angry tone turns me on like nothing before. I tremble beneath him as I feel his right deal rise my wench above my hips. The ignominy washes over me and my slit oozes juice.

He softly rolls my pantie down to my knees 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 disgustful grin, and not a second to respond before I feel the first thwack on my bare, exposed ass boldness. The pain courses through my physical structure 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 endorsement smack down upon my ass cheeks. I scream out this clip as he's smacked me arduous.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 clock time, bringing us to the final stage flavour. Again, he tightens his clutches in my pilus, pulling my face right following to his, regarding my every emotion intently. tears well up in my eyes as he bares down the concluding, brutal, nigh painful smack onto my now red and welted ass impertinence. The pain has turned into a long and deep-felt sting, coursing through my entire being.

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

His left hand still entangled in my hair's-breadth, he uses to throw me away, sending my head down onto the carpet in a tousle ignominy.

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass nerve and admiring the scathe he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his implements of war around the front of my pectus and pulls me upright. We're both on our knees, I'm facing the waiting area room with him behind me holding me close to this chest.

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

He uses his left arm to cross my body and hold me tightly in office while he moves his right wing hand down to my sopping wet cunt. He traces my clit ever so lightly that I can barely feel 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 grateful I spent my sentence smacking you, teaching you a lesson."He says as he starts to pat my pussy, softly at get-go, with a growing ebullience. He picks up pace and starts to peck my cunt harder and harder.

I wince, while my body naturally tries to jolt forward from the jolt. I am restricted by his will arm across my thorax, 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 muster up up a soft"Thank you."

He suddenly stops and lets me go. He roughly pushes me forward onto my custody and knees, then continues to push me down so my head is touching the ground, my cheek pressed up against the carpet.

I feel him part my ass face and gaze down at my wanting, needing fuck maw. I know he isn't looking at my cunt. I know exactly which hole he wants.

"Since you've been such a naughty petty slut, you're not getting anything in that swampy cunt hole of yours. This is not for your pleasure petty cocotte, this is for mine only."

His Christian Bible only make my kitty more wet.

He spits on my tight ass hole, gently rubbing a finger around the rim to undo it up before I feel his tilt hard tool head get-go to open it further.

He forces his brilliant throbbing severely cock into my tight rosebud, stretching it open as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to hurl savagely, with no regard for my screams. The mixture of pleasure and pain in the neck washes over me and I am screaming in both delight and despair.

He starts grunting and continues to fuck me, stretching my maw with each thrust. He moves one foot around and onto my point to hold it down and leave himself a deeper dip into my shit. I yelp in hurting as it goes further in, and he keeps ramming and ramming.

He soon pulls out and barque at me to call on over and lay on my back. I quickly oblige and undetermined my mouth wide as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, hard cock all over my face. act splattering over my body and over the floor.

He stares at me, wanking more out of his cock as I scoop up the cum from my face and into my mouth. He looks at me then looks at the cum on the floor.

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

I turn around and get back on all fours and front crawl like an animal, licking up the cum that stains the floor before finding myself at his fundament. I open my mouth wide and look up at him standing over me.

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

He pulls his pants back up, collects his paddle and bag and walks to the door. Before I get the opportunity to say anything, he opens it and release, leaving me on all fours in the heart of my couch elbow room with my skirt around my waist and my panties down at my ankles, fresh cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .