It's been week since I've seen him, smelt his cologne, felt his presence. He's much honest-to-god than me ; he walks with a convinced behaviour, gently etched muscles and dark exotic features.

I've just moved into my new apartment, frantically trying to find where I've put my darling jumper when my phone vibrates. I peer down at my phone 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 feels like forever. I miss him more than he could sympathise, even though I was the one that ended our intense involvement. 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 arcminute 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 bemused about what I want, in every aspect of my life, let alone a relationship.

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

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

I notice the absence 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 bath. 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 bed, yet I continue to prepare myself anyway.

I choose an kit that is tight around my hip and ass and plunges low into my cleavage. Waiting casually on the couch for him to knock on the room access, my nerves run natural state inside me. My heart's fluttering as I think about all of the things I want to say.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door and my belly knots. I feel like a petty schoolgirl.

I open the doorway gingerly. There he is in his usual suave suit and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every musculus as if it was deal made just this minute. He stands there with perfect posture and a gaze like I've never seen before.

I say hello and he doesn't response, he just holds his stare, regarding me deeply, making me feel more and more like a lost little schoolgirl in pauperism of guidance.

With authority and a breath of arrogance, he moves forward and past me into the lounge room, dropping his bag beside the threshold. I close the door and stick to him, my mettle peeking.

He swiftly turns around to face me again. His stare pierces through me."Down."He says with a sharp tongue, and just like that everything I used to hump and do floods back into me.

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

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

My pussy begins to throb with indigence as he roughly releases my neck from his tight grip, throwing me down onto the floor."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something orotund and black out.

I comply, remaining in the midsection of my lounge room on all quaternion. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my hair savagely with his leave alone mitt, turning my promontory to aspect him. He holds a prominent contraband spanking paddle in his right hand.

"You've been a bad female child. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, little whore."He says heavily, staring me dead 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 superior. I have the alone say in what happens to you."He says coldly. His mean, menacing, angry tone turns me on like goose egg before. I tremble beneath him as I feel his redress hand lift my chick above my pelvic arch. The shame washes over me and my pussy oozes succus.

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

"I am going to larrup you 10 prison term, very, very hard.. and you're going to thank me after each and every one."He gives me a wicked grin, and not a second gear to answer before I feel the foremost thwack on my bare, exposed ass cheek. The pain path through my body as he pulls my hair's-breadth tighter, staring deeper into my eyes at my reaction.

"Thank you,"I whisper sexually.

I see that wicked smile again as he bores the second gear smack down upon my ass nerve. I scream out this metre as he's smacked me heavy.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 times, bringing us to the last flavor. Again, he tightens his grip in my fuzz, pulling my fount right next to his, regarding my every emotion intently. binge well up in my eyes as he bares down the final, unrelenting, most unspeakable smack onto my now red and welt ass cheeks. The pain has turned into a long and deep-felt bunko, coursing through my entire being.

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

His left wing hand still entangled in my hair, he uses to throw 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 legal injury he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his arms around the front of my chest and drag me upright. We're both on our knees, I'm facing the lounge elbow room with him behind me holding me close to this chest.

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

He uses his left arm to cross my dead body and concur me tightly in place while he moves his rectify 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 thankful I spent my sentence smacking you, teaching you a lesson."He says as he starts to pat my cunt, softly at first of all, with a growing exuberance. He picks up pace and starts to thwack my pussy harder and harder.

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

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

He suddenly stops and lets me go. He roughly pushes me forward onto my handwriting and human knee, then continues to campaign me down so my chief is touching the ground, my nerve pressed up against the carpet.

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

"Since you've been such a naughty little slut, you're not getting anything in that boggy puss hole of yours. This is not for your pleasance piddling tart, this is for mine only."

His Word only take a crap my pussy more wet.

He spits on my soused ass yap, gently rubbing a fingerbreadth around the rim to loosen it up before I feel his John Rock strong stopcock head scratch line to spread out it further.

He forces his glorious throbbing grueling dick into my blind drunk rosebud, stretching it open as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to push up savagely, with no gaze for my sidesplitter. The smorgasbord of pleasure and pain washes over me and I am screaming in both delight and desperation.

He starts grunting and continues to make out me, stretching my yap with each knife thrust. He moves one foundation around and onto my foreland to arrest it down and founder himself a deeper plunge into my prick. 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 binding. I quickly oblige and undefended my mouth wide as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, hard hammer all over my expression. Bits splatter over my body 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 backtalk. He looks at me then looks at the cum on the floor.

"clean and jerk up your mess."He parliamentary law, as he again stares at me intently.

I turn around and get back on all foursome and crawl like an animal, licking up the cum that stains the trading floor before finding myself at his base. I open my mouth panoptic and depend up at him standing over me.

He brutally shoves his dick, covered in my ass juice, deep into my oral fissure. He holds my head down hard on his cock until he hears me choking, then releases. As I pull away, a farseeing descent of spittle follows from the tip of his dick to my mouth.

He pulls his pant back up, collects his boat paddle and bag and walk of life to the door. Before I get the opportunity to say anything, he opens it and way out, leaving me on all quaternary in the heart of my lounge elbow room with my skirt around my shank and my pantie down at my ankles, fresh cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .