It's been hebdomad since I've seen him, smelt his cologne water, felt his bearing. He's much previous than me ; he walks with a surefooted demeanor, gently etched muscleman and dreary exotic features.

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

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

"Hey you…"It reads."Hey you…"I reply.

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

I think for a few mo about what I should respond with. I want to see him so badly but I'm not sure it's such a good theme. I'm so throw about what I want, in every expression of my life story, let alone a relationship.

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

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

I notice the absence of emojis in his text ; 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 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 sofa for him to knock on the doorway, my nerves run furious inside me. My affection's fluttering as I think about all of the things I want to say.

Suddenly there is a smash at the doorway and my stomach knots. I feel like a petty schoolgirl.

I open the room access gingerly. There he is in his usual suave case and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every muscle as if it was deal made just this minute of arc. 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 palpate more and more like a lost little schoolgirl in need of guidance.

With office and a hint of arrogance, he moves forward and past me into the lounge elbow room, dropping his bag beside the threshold. I close the door and follow him, my boldness peeking.

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

Instinctively I follow his instruction and drib to my knees before him, my top dog hanging down, eyes staring at his freshly polished shoe like a skillful submissive should. Why am I doing this ? I ask myself internally.

He reaches his right handwriting down to my neck and squeezes it tightly, forcing my head up and my eyes to meet his. His optic are penetrating my person as he looks me up and down. A slight hint of disgust washes over his side, as I start to slightly gasp for air.

My cunt begins to pulse with need as he roughly releases my cervix from his miserly handgrip, throwing me down onto the story."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something large and black out.

I comply, remaining in the center of my waiting area room on all four-spot. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my hair savagely with his bequeath paw, turning my top dog to nerve him. He holds a expectant black spanking paddle in his decently hand.

"You've been a bad girl. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, fiddling whore."He says heavily, staring me all in in the eye.
"I've thought long and hard about your Holocene epoch disobedience and I'm going to penalise you for what you've done. I am your headmaster. I have the only say in what happens to you."He says coldly. His mean, menacing, tempestuous tone turns me on like aught before. I tremble beneath him as I feel his powerful hand rustle my skirt above my pelvic girdle. The disgrace washes over me and my pussy oozes juice.

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

"I am going to spank you 10 meter, very, very hard.. and you're going to thank me after each and every one."He gives me a terrible grin, and not a second to respond before I feel the first thwack on my bare, exposed ass cheeks. The bother courses through my torso as he pulls my hair tighter, staring deeper into my oculus at my reaction.

"Thank you,"I whisper sexually.

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

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 time, bringing us to the last smack. Again, he tightens his grip in my hair, pulling my face right next to his, regarding my every emotion intently. crying well up in my eyes as he bares down the final, brutal, almost painful smack onto my now red and strap ass nerve. The pain has turned into a yearn and deep-felt sting, coursing through my integral being.

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

His provide hand still entangled in my hair, he uses to throw me away, sending my head down onto the rug in a dishevelled disgrace.

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass cheeks and admiring the damage he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his arms around the presence of my chest and pulling me upright. We're both on our knee, I'm facing the waiting area room with him behind me holding me penny-pinching to this chest.

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

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

"Do you guess 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 time smacking you, teaching you a lesson."He says as he starts to pat my slit, softly at first, with a growing enthusiasm. He picks up pace and starts to smack my pussy harder and harder.

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

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

He suddenly stops and lets me go. He roughly pushes me forward onto my hands 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 cheeks and gaze down at my wanting, needing shag kettle of fish. I know he isn't looking at my cunt. I know exactly which maw he wants.

"Since you've been such a risque footling slut, you're not getting anything in that sloppy snatch hole of yours. This is not for your joy little whore, this is for mine only."

His words only bring in my pussy more wet.

He spits on my tight ass hole, gently rubbing a digit around the rim to untie it up before I feel his John Rock tough prick head start to open it further.

He forces his brilliant throbbing hard dick into my tight rosebud, stretching it outdoors as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to thrust savagely, with no esteem for my screams. The mixture of joy and botheration washes over me and I am screaming in both delight and desperation.

He starts grunting and continues to fuck me, stretching my mess with each thrust. He moves one foot around and onto my head to contain it down and give himself a deeper plunge into my asshole. I yelp in pain in the neck 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 back. I quickly oblige and open my mouth all-embracing as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, intemperate cock all over my face. Bits splatter over my organic structure and over the floor.

He stares at me, wanking more than out of his hammer 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 four and crawl like an animate being, 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 peter, covered in my ass juices, deep into my lip. He holds my nous down hard on his hammer until he hears me choking, then releases. As I pull away, a long line of spitting follows from the tip of his prick to my mouth.

He pulls his pants back up, collects his boat paddle and bag and walks to the door. Before I get the chance to say anything, he opens it and way out, leaving me on all fours in the eye of my lounge way with my doll around my waist and my step-in down at my articulatio talocruralis, fresh cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .