The Punishment ( 4 )


Anal, Bdsm, Fantasy, Humiliation, Spanking
It's been weeks since I've seen him, smelt his cologne, felt his presence. He's often one-time than me ; he walks with a convinced 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 dearie perspirer when my phone vibrates. I peer down at my sound and see his epithet in the message bubble on the screen. My heart skips a humble beat.

I've been hoping for him to contact me for what flavour like forever. I miss him more than he could understand, even though I was the one that ended our intense 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 want them back ?"He replies.

I think for a few bit about what I should reply with. I want to see him so badly but I'm not sure it's such a good thought. I'm so obscure 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 break up them up ?"I type without thinking any far.

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

I notice the absence seizure of emojis in his texts ; 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 bath. Instinctively I shave my cunt just how he likes it, before realising what I'm doing. Why am I preparing myself like I used to ? I doubt we will roll in the hay, yet I continue to prepare myself anyway.

I choose an kit 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 nerves run wild inside me. My tenderness's flutter as I think about all of the things I want to say.

Suddenly there is a roast at the door and my stomach gnarl. I feel like a fiddling 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 helping hand made just this minute. He stands there with unadulterated posture and a gaze like I've never seen before.

I say howdy and he doesn't answer, he just holds his stare, regarding me deeply, making me find more and more like a lost little schoolgirl in need of guidance.

With self-assurance and a hint of arrogance, he moves forward and past me into the waiting area room, dropping his bag beside the room access. I close the doorway and be him, my nerve peeking.

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

Instinctively I follow his instruction and drop to my knee joint before him, my principal 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 hand down to my neck and squeezes it tightly, forcing my head up and my eyes to meet his. His middle are penetrating my someone as he looks me up and down. A slight intimation of disgust washes over his fount, as I start to slightly gasp for air.

My pussy begins to pulsate with need as he roughly releases my neck opening from his cockeyed clutch, 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 centre of my lounge room on all quadruplet. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my hair savagely with his odd hand, turning my chief to brass him. He holds a large pitch-black spanking paddle in his right hand.

"You've been a bad girl. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, small whore."He says heavily, staring me dead in the eye.
"I've thought long and punishing 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, wild tone turns me on like nix before. I tremble beneath him as I feel his justly hand move up my dame above my hips. The shame washes over me and my pussy oozes juice.

He softly rolls my panties 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 wicked smiling, and not a indorsement to reply before I feel the first off thwack on my bare, exposed ass cheek. The botheration courses through my body as he pulls my pilus tighter, staring deeper into my eyes at my reaction.

"Thank you,"I whisper sexually.

I see that wicked smile again as he bores the irregular smack down upon my ass impertinence. I scream out this time as he's smacked me harder.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 times, bringing us to the shoemaker's last flavor. Again, he tightens his adhesive friction in my hair, pulling my font right next to his, regarding my every emotion intently. Tears well up in my eyes as he bares down the final examination, brutal, near dreadful smack onto my now red and welted ass cheeks. The pain has turned into a hanker and deep-felt hustle, coursing through my entire being.

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

His left hand still entangled in my fuzz, he uses to throw me away, sending my foreland down onto the carpet in a dishevelled shame.

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass boldness and admiring the price he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his arms around the front of my chest and drag me erect. We're both on our knees, I'm facing the lounge room with him behind me holding me closemouthed to this chest.

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

He uses his left arm to cross my trunk and hold me tightly in place while he moves his right paw down to my sopping wet cunt. He traces my button ever so lightly that I can barely feel it.

"Do you think 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 clip smacking you, teaching you a lesson."He says as he starts to pat my cunt, softly at first, with a growing enthusiasm. He picks up yard and starts to smack my kitty harder and harder.

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

He continues to peck my kitty-cat harder and harder until I'm screaming loudly in pain.
I manage to muster up a gentle"Thank you."

He suddenly stops and lets me go. He roughly pushes me forward onto my hands and genu, then continues to press me down so my straits is touching the undercoat, my face pressed up against the carpet.

I feel him component my ass cheeks and gaze down at my wanting, needing do it holes. I know he isn't looking at my snatch. I know exactly which hole he wants.

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

His words only make my pussy more wet.

He spits on my tight ass hole, gently rubbing a fingerbreadth around the rim to loosen it up before I feel his tilt backbreaking dick head start to open it further.

He forces his splendid throbbing hard dick into my compressed rosebud, stretching it undetermined as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to thrust savagely, with no regard for my shrieking. The potpourri of pleasure and botheration washes over me and I am screaming in both delight and desperation.

He starts grunting and continues to hump me, stretching my hole with each thrust. He moves one foot around and onto my head to sustain it down and give himself a deep plunge into my asshole. I yelp in pain in the ass as it goes further in, and he keeps ramming and ramming.

He soon pulls out and barks at me to turn over and lay on my backrest. I quickly oblige and unfastened my mouth widely as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, hard cock all over my face. Bits splatter 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 nerve and into my mouth. He looks at me then looks at the cum on the floor.

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

I turn around and get back on all Little Joe and crawl like an animal, licking up the cum that stains the flooring before finding myself at his pes. I open my talk wide and look up at him standing over me.

He brutally shoves his dick, covered in my ass succus, 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 hanker line of spit follows from the tip of his dick to my mouth.

He pulls his trouser back up, collects his paddle and bag and manner of walking to the door. Before I get the probability to say anything, he opens it and exits, leaving me on all Little Joe in the heart of my couch way with my dame around my waist and my scanty down at my ankles, overbold cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .
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