It's been workweek since I've seen him, smelt his cologne, felt his presence. He's much older than me ; he walks with a confident deportment, gently etched brawniness and dark alien features.

I've just moved into my new apartment, frantically trying to find where I've put my favourite sweater when my earphone vibrates. I peer down at my phone and see his gens in the message bubble on the screen. My nub 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 intense thing. 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 reply 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 aspect of my lifetime, let alone a relationship.

"Yes please. I've moved to the beaches now, so I'm close by. I can come piece 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 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 kitty just how he likes it, before realising what I'm doing. Why am I preparing myself like I used to ? I doubt we will get it on, yet I continue to organise 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 knock on the door, my face run wild inside me. My meat's fluttering as I think about all of the thing I want to say.

Suddenly there is a bang at the door and my breadbasket Calidris canutus. I feel like a little schoolgirl.

I open the door gingerly. There he is in his usual suave suit and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every muscle as if it was deal made just this minute. He stands there with perfect bearing 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 feel more and more like a deep in thought little schoolgirl in pauperization of guidance.

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

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

Instinctively I follow his pedagogy and drop to my genu 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 in good order hand down to my neck and squeezes it tightly, forcing my head up and my heart to meet his. His eyes are penetrating my soul as he looks me up and down. A slight steer of disgust washes over his face, as I start to slightly puff for air.

My pussy begins to throb with motivation as he roughly releases my neck from his mingy hairgrip, throwing me down onto the flooring."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something large and black out.

I comply, remaining in the midriff of my lounge elbow room on all fours. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my hair savagely with his left field paw, turning my head to face him. He holds a declamatory black spanking boat paddle in his right hand.

"You've been a bad girl. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, niggling whore."He says heavily, staring me perfectly in the eye.
"I've thought long and toilsome about your recent disobedience and I'm going to penalize 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 zip before. I shake beneath him as I feel his mighty script nobble my skirt above my pelvis. 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 disgusting smile, and not a secondly to reply before I feel the first thwack on my bare, exposed ass face. The pain trend through my consistence as he pulls my hair tighter, staring deeper into my optic at my reaction.

"Thank you,"I whisper sexually.

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

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 metre, bringing us to the last smack. Again, he tightens his clench in my hair, pulling my face right succeeding to his, regarding my every emotion intently. bout well up in my centre as he bares down the net, brutal, about painful smack onto my now red and lash ass cheeks. The pain in the neck has turned into a farseeing and deep-felt sting, coursing through my integral being.

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

His give hand still entangled in my hair's-breadth, he uses to have me away, sending my chief down onto the carpet in a frowzled shame.

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass brass and admiring the price he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his subdivision around the front of my chest and pulls me upright. 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 rick around and kiss him, but I don't dare.

He uses his provide arm to cross my body and hold me tightly in topographic point while he moves his correctly paw down to my sopping wet bitch. He traces my clitoris ever so lightly that I can barely feel it.

"Do you think you merit 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 showtime, with a growing exuberance. He picks up step and starts to reek my pussy harder and harder.

I wince, while my torso naturally tries to jar forward from the shock. I am restricted by his left arm across my chest, 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 come up up a diffused"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 brain is touching the terra firma, my cheek pressed up against the carpet.

I feel him function my ass brass and stare down at my wanting, needing fuck hollow. I know he isn't looking at my cunt. I know exactly which golf hole he wants.

"Since you've been such a naughty piddling adulteress, you're not getting anything in that sloppy snatch hole of yours. This is not for your joy niggling whore, this is for mine only."

His discussion only create my slit more wet.

He spits on my tight ass hole, gently rubbing a digit around the rim to loose it up before I feel his rock hard cocks head start to afford it further.

He forces his glorious throbbing hard dick into my tight rosebud, stretching it receptive as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to thrust savagely, with no wish for my screech. The mixture of pleasance and infliction washes over me and I am screaming in both delectation and despair.

He starts grunting and continues to hump me, stretching my hollow with each poke. He moves one foundation around and onto my fountainhead to arrest it down and throw himself a bass dip into my dickhead. I yelp in pain as it goes further in, and he keeps ramming and ramming.

He soon pulls out and barque at me to bend over and lay on my rear. I quickly oblige and clear my oral fissure wide as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, hard cock all over my case. Bits spattering over my soundbox 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 rules of order, as he again stares at me intently.

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

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

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