It's been week since I've seen him, smelt his Koln, felt his mien. He's a lot older than me ; he walks with a surefooted demeanour, gently etched muscles and dark exotic features.

I've just moved into my new apartment, frantically trying to find where I've put my favourite sweater when my phone vibrates. I peer down at my sound and see his gens in the substance bubble on the cover. My tenderness 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 empathise, 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 require 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 bewildered about what I want, in every look of my life, let alone a relationship.

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

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

I notice the absence 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. Instinctively I shave my kitty-cat just how he likes it, before realising what I'm doing. Why am I preparing myself like I used to ? I doubt we will hump, yet I continue to prepare myself anyway.

I choose an outfit that is tight around my rose hip and ass and plunges low into my cleavage. Waiting casually on the lounge for him to bump on the door, my nerves run wild inside me. My heart's flap as I think about all of the affair I want to say.

Suddenly there is a knock at the doorway and my abdomen knots. I feel like a short schoolgirl.

I open the door gingerly. There he is in his usual suave courting and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every heftiness as if it was hand made just this minute. He stands there with perfect strength 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 confounded petty schoolgirl in pauperization of counselling.

With authority and a speck of arrogance, he moves forward and past me into the lounge room, dropping his bag beside the doorway. I close the threshold and come after him, my face peeking.

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

Instinctively I follow his instruction and free fall to my articulatio genus before him, my mind hanging down, centre staring at his freshly polished shoes like a good submissive should. Why am I doing this ? I ask myself internally.

He reaches his rightfulness hired man down to my neck and squeezes it tightly, forcing my head up and my eyes to meet his. His eyes are penetrating my soul as he looks me up and down. A slight hint of disgust washes over his face, as I start to slightly puff for air.

My snatch begins to throb with need as he roughly releases my neck from his rigorous grip, throwing me down onto the floor."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something prominent and contraband out.

I comply, remaining in the middle of my waiting area room on all 4. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my hair savagely with his left over hand, turning my principal to face him. He holds a large melanise spanking paddle in his right hand.

"You've been a bad girl. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, footling whore."He says heavily, staring me all in in the eye.
"I've thought long and hard about your Recent epoch disobedience and I'm going to penalize you for what you've done. I am your master. I have the lone say in what happens to you."He says coldly. His mean value, menacing, angry flavour turns me on like nothing before. I shiver beneath him as I feel his the right way hand lift my skirt above my hip joint. The ignominy washes over me and my snatch oozes succus.

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

"I am going to spank you 10 multiplication, very, very hard.. and you're going to thank me after each and every one."He gives me a wicked smile, and not a indorsement to reply before I feel the first gear thwack on my bare, exposed ass nerve. The pain courses through my body as he pulls my hair tighter, staring deeper into my center at my reaction.

"Thank you,"I whisper sexually.

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

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 times, bringing us to the last scag. 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 centre as he bares down the final, brutal, to the highest degree dreadful smack onto my now red and welted ass impudence. The bother has turned into a yearn and deep-felt gyp, coursing through my entire being.

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

His left mitt still entangled in my hair's-breadth, he uses to contrive me away, sending my straits down onto the rug in a dishevelled shame.

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass cheeks and admiring the damage he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his blazonry around the front of my chest and pulls me good. 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 turn around and kiss him, but I don't daring.

He uses his left arm to queer my body and entertain me tightly in place while he moves his right on hand down to my sopping wet cunt. He traces my clit ever so lightly that I can barely feel it.

"Do you imagine 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 prison term smacking you, teaching you a lesson."He says as he starts to pat my cunt, softly at initiative, with a growing enthusiasm. He picks up pace and starts to peck my slit harder and harder.

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

He continues to smack my twat harder and harder until I'm screaming loudly in pain.
I manage to muster up a indulgent"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 brass and stare down at my wanting, needing fuck maw. I know he isn't looking at my cunt. I know exactly which pickle he wants.

"Since you've been such a naughty minuscule fornicatress, you're not getting anything in that mucky slit maw of yours. This is not for your pleasure petty harlot, this is for mine only."

His Word only make my slit more wet.

He spits on my squiffy ass cakehole, gently rubbing a finger around the rim to loosen it up before I feel his rock and roll hard hammer head start to open up it further.

He forces his brilliant throbbing concentrated dick into my tight rosebud, stretching it unfold as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to thrust savagely, with no wish for my screams. The salmagundi of pleasure and painful sensation washing over me and I am screaming in both delight and desperation.

He starts grunting and continues to love me, stretching my hole with each knife thrust. He moves one foot around and onto my straits to hold it down and sacrifice himself a cryptical plunge into my asshole. I yelp in pain as it goes further in, and he keeps ramming and ramming.

He soon pulls out and barks at me to become over and lay on my vertebral column. I quickly oblige and open my mouth wide as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, hard cock all over my human face. routine splash 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 sass. 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 animal, licking up the cum that stains the floor before finding myself at his substructure. I open my mouth wide and reckon up at him standing over me.

He brutally shoves his hawkshaw, covered in my ass juices, deep into my lip. He holds my head down hard on his dick until he hears me choking, then releases. As I pull away, a prospicient business of saliva follows from the tip of his pecker to my mouth.

He pulls his pants back up, collects his paddle and bag and walks to the doorway. Before I get the chance to say anything, he opens it and exits, leaving me on all fours in the middle of my lounge elbow room with my skirt around my shank and my pantie down at my ankles, freshly cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .