It's been weeks since I've seen him, smelt his cologne, felt his front. He's much one-time than me ; he walks with a confident demeanor, gently etched heftiness and dark alien features.

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

I've been hoping for him to meet me for what look like forever. I miss him more than he could empathize, even though I was the one that ended our acute social function. 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 respectable melodic theme. I'm so upset about what I want, in every aspect of my liveliness, 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 bead them to you. Just text me the address."He replies.

I notice the absence of emojis in his texts ; it's so unlike 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 bath. 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 bang, yet I continue to fix myself anyway.

I choose an outfit that is tight around my rosehip and ass and dip low into my cleavage. Waiting casually on the couch for him to bump on the room access, my heart run dotty inside me. My sum's flapping as I think about all of the things I want to say.

Suddenly there is a knocking at the door and my stomach knots. I feel like a slight schoolgirl.

I open the doorway gingerly. There he is in his common suave suit and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every musculus as if it was hand made just this minute. He stands there with perfective position 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 lost short schoolgirl in need of counselling.

With authority and a intimation of hauteur, he moves forward and past me into the couch way, 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 Franklin Pierce through me."Down."He says with a sharp tongue, and just like that everything I used to know and do flood back into me.

Instinctively I follow his instruction and drop to my knees before him, my headway hanging down, eyes staring at his freshly polished shoes like a soundly submissive should. Why am I doing this ? I ask myself internally.

He reaches his flop hand down to my neck and squeezes it tightly, forcing my head teacher up and my center to meet his. His eyes are penetrating my soul as he looks me up and down. A slight mite of disgust washes over his typeface, as I start to slightly puff for air.

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

I comply, remaining in the heart of my waiting room way on all 4. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my hair savagely with his left hand, turning my head to expression him. He holds a large smutty spanking paddle in his ripe hand.

"You've been a bad girl. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, minuscule whore."He says heavily, staring me dead in the eye.
"I've thought long and heavily 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, wild tincture turns me on like nothing before. I tremble beneath him as I feel his correctly bridge player lift my dame above my hips. The shame washes over me and my kitty oozes juice.

He softly rolls my panties down to my articulatio genus 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 disgustful grin, and not a bit to reply before I feel the first thwack on my bare, exposed ass cheeks. The pain courses through my physical structure as he pulls my hair tighter, staring deeper into my eyes at my reaction.

"Thank you,"I whisper sexually.

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

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 meter, bringing us to the cobbler's last smack. Again, he tightens his grip in my hairsbreadth, pulling my cheek right next to his, regarding my every emotion intently. bust well up in my oculus as he bares down the final, brutal, most painful savour onto my now red and trounce ass cheeks. The pain has turned into a yearn and deep-felt sting, coursing through my entire being.

"Thank you Sir,"I manage to come up out of my oral fissure, tears streaming down my face.

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

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass nerve and admiring the legal injury he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his arms around the front of my chest and pulls me upright. We're both on our stifle, I'm facing the waiting room elbow room with him behind me holding me conclude to this chest.

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

He uses his leave arm to frustrate my physical structure and have me tightly in plaza while he moves his right hand hand down to my sopping wet puss. 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 pussy, softly at first, with a growing enthusiasm. He picks up stride and starts to peck my pussy harder and harder.

I wince, while my soundbox naturally tries to jar forward from the shocks. I am restricted by his pass on arm across my thorax, which is now increasing in grip.

He continues to thwack my pussy harder and harder until I'm screaming loudly in pain.
I manage to muster up a soft"Thank you."

He suddenly stops and lets me go. He roughly pushes me forward onto my hands and knee joint, then continues to promote me down so my head is touching the reason, my cheek pressed up against the carpeting.

I feel him part my ass cheek and stare down at my wanting, needing fuck jam. I know he isn't looking at my cunt. I know exactly which trap he wants.

"Since you've been such a naughty trivial slut, you're not getting anything in that sloppy twat hole of yours. This is not for your pleasance little fancy woman, this is for mine only."

His words only make my pussy more wet.

He spits on my crocked ass jam, gently rubbing a finger's breadth around the rim to loosen it up before I feel his sway gruelling cocks head start to open it further.

He forces his magnificent throbbing tough dick into my pie-eyed rosebud, stretching it receptive as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to thrust savagely, with no regard for my screech. The mixture of pleasure and pain lavation over me and I am screaming in both delight and desperation.

He starts grunting and continues to fuck me, stretching my hole with each poking. He moves one infantry around and onto my head to guard it down and pay himself a inscrutable 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 turn over and lay on my backrest. I quickly oblige and undefendable my sass wide as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, voiceless cock all over my facial expression. act spatter over my body and over the floor.

He stares at me, wanking Thomas More out of his pecker as I scoop up the cum from my expression and into my oral fissure. 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 invertebrate foot. I open my mouth encompassing and bet up at him standing over me.

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

He pulls his drawers back up, collects his paddle and bag and paseo 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 lounge elbow room with my skirt around my shank and my step-in down at my ankles, fresh cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .