It's been calendar week since I've seen him, smelt his cologne, felt his bearing. He's much older than me ; he walks with a confident demeanor, gently etched sinew and morose exotic features.

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

I've been hoping for him to contact me for what feels like forever. I miss him more than he could interpret, even though I was the one that ended our acute matter. He's mad at me for it, I know he is.

"Hey you…"It reads."Hey you…"I reply.

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

I think for a few minutes about what I should reply with. I want to see him so badly but I'm not sure it's such a secure estimation. I'm so confused about what I want, in every scene of my life, let alone a kinship.

"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 seizure of emojis in his school text ; 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 slit 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 rig that is tight around my coxa and ass and dip low into my cleavage. Waiting casually on the couch for him to criticize on the door, my nerves run wild inside me. My core's flapping as I think about all of the things I want to say.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door and my tum mi. I feel like a piddling schoolgirl.

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

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

With federal agency and a mite of hauteur, he moves forward and past me into the waiting room elbow room, dropping his bag beside the door. I close the door and follow him, my nerves peeking.

He swiftly turns around to face me again. His stare President Pierce through me."Down."He says with a acutely clapper, and just like that everything I used to know and do floodlight back into me.

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

He reaches his redress hand down to my cervix and squeezes it tightly, forcing my head up and my eyes to see his. His eyes are penetrating my somebody as he looks me up and down. A slight hint of disgust washes over his face, as I start to slightly gasp for air.

My slit begins to throb with need as he roughly releases my neck from his closely bag, throwing me down onto the floor."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something bombastic and black out.

I comply, remaining in the center of my lounge elbow room on all fours. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my pilus savagely with his left paw, turning my psyche to face him. He holds a great inglorious spanking paddle in his right hand.

"You've been a bad girl. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, small whore."He says heavily, staring me deadened in the eye.
"I've thought long and firmly about your Holocene epoch noncompliance and I'm going to penalize you for what you've done. I am your master. I have the entirely say in what happens to you."He says coldly. His mean, menacing, raging feeling turns me on like nothing before. I tremble beneath him as I feel his right script lift my wench above my pelvic girdle. The shame washes over me and my pussy oozes juice.

He softly rolls my pantie down to my knees and gently caresses my ass cheeks.

"I am going to larrup you 10 times, very, very hard.. and you're going to give thanks me after each and every one."He gives me a unholy grin, and not a minute to answer before I feel the get-go thwack on my bare, exposed ass boldness. The painfulness courses through my body as he pulls my hair's-breadth tighter, staring deeper into my eyes at my reaction.

"Thank you,"I whisper sexually.

I see that wicked smile again as he bores the s skag down upon my ass cheeks. I scream out this time as he's smacked me backbreaking.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 times, bringing us to the survive smack. Again, he tightens his grip in my hair, pulling my side right future to his, regarding my every emotion intently. snag well up in my eyes as he bares down the final, brutal, nearly unspeakable smack onto my now red and whip ass cheeks. The annoyance has turned into a farsighted and deep-felt sting, coursing through my entire being.

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

His left hand still entangled in my hair, he uses to throw off me away, sending my head down onto the carpet in a rumpled disgrace.

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass face and admiring the damage he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his arms around the front of my pectus and twist me good. We're both on our human knee, I'm facing the lounge room with him behind me holding me end to this chest.

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

He uses his pull up stakes arm to cross my body and keep me tightly in place while he moves his right hand down to my sopping wet cunt. He traces my clitoris ever so lightly that I can barely finger it.

"Do you believe 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 metre smacking you, teaching you a lesson."He says as he starts to pat my cunt, softly at first gear, with a growing enthusiasm. He picks up pace and starts to thwack my pussy harder and harder.

I wince, while my consistence naturally tries to jolt forward from the shocks. I am restricted by his impart 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 summon up a soft"Thank you."

He suddenly stops and lets me go. He roughly pushes me forward onto my hands and knees, then continues to bear on me down so my headway is touching the reason, my buttock pressed up against the carpet.

I feel him section my ass cheeks and stare down at my wanting, needing be intimate golf hole. I know he isn't looking at my cunt. I know exactly which hollow he wants.

"Since you've been such a blue little fornicatress, you're not getting anything in that sloppy cunt hole of yours. This is not for your pleasure little whore, this is for mine only."

His words only make my pussy more wet.

He spits on my fuddled ass hole, gently rubbing a finger's breadth around the rim to untie it up before I feel his stone tough cocks head start to spread out it further.

He forces his brilliant throbbing severely tool into my cockeyed rosebud, stretching it undetermined as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to thrust savagely, with no esteem for my screams. The miscellany of pleasure and pain washes over me and I am screaming in both delight and desperation.

He starts grunting and continues to fuck me, stretching my golf hole with each knife thrust. He moves one foot around and onto my head to hold it down and give himself a deeper plunge into my asshole. I yelp in botheration 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 rear. I quickly oblige and undefended my utter wide-cut as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, hard hammer all over my cheek. 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 face and into my backtalk. 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 crawl like an fauna, licking up the cum that stains the floor before finding myself at his understructure. I open my mouth wide and look up at him standing over me.

He brutally shoves his tool, covered in my ass juices, deep into my mouth. He holds my mind down hard on his shaft until he hears me choking, then releases. As I pull away, a longsighted line of spitting follows from the tip of his peter to my mouth.

He pulls his trouser 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 quaternion in the center of my lounge room with my skirt around my waist and my panties down at my mortise joint, fresh cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .