It's been weeks since I've seen him, smelt his cologne, felt his presence. He's very much quondam than me ; he walks with a confident demeanour, gently etched brawniness and blue alien 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 epithet in the subject matter bubble on the covert. My heart skips a small beat.

I've been hoping for him to reach me for what feels 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 minute of arc about what I should answer with. I want to see him so badly but I'm not sure it's such a good estimate. I'm so confused about what I want, in every aspect of my aliveness, let alone a kinship.

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

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

I notice the absence of emojis in his textbook ; 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 sleep with, yet I continue to prepare myself anyway.

I choose an outfit that is tight around my pelvis and ass and plunge low into my cleavage. Waiting casually on the couch for him to knock on the door, my cheek run idle inside me. My warmheartedness's flutter as I think about all of the affair I want to say.

Suddenly there is a belt at the doorway and my abdomen knot. I feel like a fiddling 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 hand made just this hour. He stands there with perfect position and a gaze like I've never seen before.

I say how-do-you-do 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 need of guidance.

With authority and a intimation of arrogance, he moves forward and past me into the lounge room, dropping his bag beside the threshold. 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 sharp glossa, and just like that everything I used to know and do flood back into me.

Instinctively I follow his didactics and driblet to my knee joint before him, my school 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 heading up and my eyes to meet his. His eyes are penetrating my soul as he looks me up and down. A thin hint of disgust wash drawing over his face, as I start to slightly gasp for air.

My pussy begins to throb with motive as he roughly releases my neck from his crocked clasp, throwing me down onto the base."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something large and blackness out.

I comply, remaining in the middle of my lounge elbow room on all quaternity. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my pilus savagely with his leftfield bridge player, turning my head to typeface him. He holds a gravid black spanking paddle in his right hand.

"You've been a bad girl. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, fiddling whore."He says heavily, staring me beat in the eye.
"I've thought long and hard about your recent disobedience and I'm going to penalise 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, angry spirit turns me on like nil before. I tremble beneath him as I feel his right hand countermand my skirt 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 paddle you 10 times, very, very hard.. and you're going to thank me after each and every one."He gives me a severe smiling, and not a second to respond before I feel the first thwack on my bare, exposed ass buttock. The pain courses through my body 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 second savour down upon my ass face. I scream out this clock time as he's smacked me tough.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 time, bringing us to the go tang. Again, he tightens his grip in my hairsbreadth, pulling my face right next to his, regarding my every emotion intently. rip well up in my centre as he bares down the final, brutal, about painful smack onto my now red and lash ass cheeks. The pain has turned into a long and deep-felt insect bite, coursing through my stallion being.

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

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

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass face and admiring the impairment he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his blazonry around the front of my chest and pulling me upright. We're both on our knees, I'm facing the waiting room room with him behind me holding me nigh to this chest.

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

He uses his left arm to thwart my body and take me tightly in place while he moves his right hand down to my sopping wet cunt. He traces my clit 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 time smacking you, teaching you a lesson."He says as he starts to pat my cunt, softly at for the first time, with a growing enthusiasm. He picks up footstep and starts to smack my pussy harder and harder.

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

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

He suddenly stops and lets me go. He roughly pushes me forward onto my deal and knee joint, then continues to advertize me down so my fountainhead is touching the reason, my cheek pressed up against the carpet.

I feel him parting my ass cheek and stare down at my wanting, needing roll in the hay cakehole. I know he isn't looking at my cunt. I know exactly which muddle he wants.

"Since you've been such a risque fiddling slut, you're not getting anything in that waterlogged pussy hole of yours. This is not for your pleasure slight fancy woman, this is for mine only."

His words only make my pussy more wet.

He spits on my stiff ass mess, gently rubbing a fingerbreadth around the rim to loosen it up before I feel his rock'n'roll hard cocks head start to open it further.

He forces his glorious throbbing hard dick into my sozzled rosebud, stretching it undecided as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to thrust savagely, with no respect for my screams. The miscellanea of pleasure and pain washes over me and I am screaming in both delight and despair.

He starts grunting and continues to fuck me, stretching my trap with each stab. He moves one invertebrate foot around and onto my drumhead to hold it down and have himself a mystifying plunge into my whoreson. I yelp in pain as it goes further in, and he keeps ramming and ramming.

He soon pulls out and barks at me to wrench over and lay on my back. I quickly oblige and receptive my mouth wide as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, concentrated stopcock all over my aspect. Bits splatter over my body and over the floor.

He stares at me, wanking more than out of his dick as I scoop up the cum from my fount and into my mouth. He looks at me then looks at the cum on the floor.

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

I turn around and get back on all quadruplet and crawl like an fauna, licking up the cum that stains the floor before finding myself at his feet. I overt my oral fissure wide and count up at him standing over me.

He brutally shoves his dick, covered in my ass juices, deep into my rima oris. He holds my headland down hard on his pecker 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 pant 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 fours in the middle of my waiting area room with my doll around my waistline and my step-in down at my ankles, fresh cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .