It's been hebdomad since I've seen him, smelt his Cologne, felt his presence. He's lots quondam than me ; he walks with a confident demeanor, gently etched muscles and dark exotic features.

I've just moved into my new apartment, frantically trying to get hold where I've put my favourite jumper when my phone vibrates. I peer down at my phone and see his name in the message house of cards on the screen. My mettle skips a small beat.

I've been hoping for him to touch me for what tone like forever. I miss him more than he could sympathise, even though I was the one that ended our intense 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 want 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 estimate. I'm so confused about what I want, in every aspect of my life, let alone a human relationship.

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

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

I notice the absence seizure 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 cunt 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 laid, yet I continue to prepare myself anyway.

I choose an turnout that is tight around my coxa and ass and dip low into my cleavage. Waiting casually on the lounge for him to knock on the door, my nerves run baseless inside me. My heart's fluttering as I think about all of the things I want to say.

Suddenly there is a knocking at the room access and my stomach knots. I feel like a little schoolgirl.

I open the door gingerly. There he is in his common suave courtship and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every muscle as if it was bridge player made just this minute of arc. He stands there with double-dyed posture and a gaze like I've never seen before.

I say hi and he doesn't reply, he just holds his stare, regarding me deeply, making me feel more and more like a baffled fiddling schoolgirl in need of direction.

With authority and a touch of arrogance, he moves forward and past me into the lounge elbow room, dropping his bag beside the door. I close the threshold and follow him, my heart peeking.

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

Instinctively I follow his direction and pearl to my knees before him, my pass 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 caput up and my eyes to conform to his. His eyes are penetrating my soul as he looks me up and down. A rebuff hint of disgust washes over his face, as I start to slightly gasp for air.

My snatch begins to throb with want as he roughly releases my neck from his mingy grip, throwing me down onto the trading floor."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something large and black out.

I comply, remaining in the middle of my lounge room on all fours. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my fuzz savagely with his left hired hand, turning my head to brass him. He holds a enceinte black spanking boat paddle in his right hand.

"You've been a bad girl. A very, very, naughty, vile, little whore."He says heavily, staring me dead in the eye.
"I've thought long and severe about your Recent epoch disobedience and I'm going to penalise you for what you've done. I am your master. I have the entirely say in what happens to you."He says coldly. His mean, menacing, angry timbre turns me on like nix before. I shiver beneath him as I feel his right helping hand lift my doll above my hips. The shame washes over me and my pussy oozes juice.

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

"I am going to spank you 10 clock time, very, very hard.. and you're going to thank me after each and every one."He gives me a yucky smile, and not a instant to reply before I feel the start thwack on my bare, exposed ass cheeks. The pain row through my body 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 smack down upon my ass cheeks. I scream out this time as he's smacked me knockout.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 times, bringing us to the last thunder. Again, he tightens his adhesive friction in my haircloth, pulling my face right next to his, regarding my every emotion intently. binge well up in my center as he bares down the final, brutal, most painful flavor onto my now red and slash ass cheeks. The pain has turned into a long and deep-felt hustle, coursing through my integral being.

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

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

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass cheek and admiring the legal injury he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his arms around the front line of my chest and pulls me upright. We're both on our knee joint, I'm facing the lounge way with him behind me holding me tightlipped to this chest.

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

He uses his left arm to cross my soundbox and hold me tightly in position while he moves his in good order hand down to my sopping wet cunt. He traces my button ever so lightly that I can barely palpate 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 thankful I spent my time smacking you, teaching you a lesson."He says as he starts to pat my cunt, softly at first, with a growing enthusiasm. 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 shocks. I am restricted by his unexpended arm across my chest, which is now increasing in grip.

He continues to smell my slit 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 knees, then continues to fight me down so my head is touching the ground, my nerve pressed up against the carpeting.

I feel him part my ass cheeks and stare down at my wanting, needing shtup holes. I know he isn't looking at my slit. I know exactly which mess he wants.

"Since you've been such a naughty picayune slut, you're not getting anything in that sloppy pussy hole of yours. This is not for your pleasure little whore, this is for mine only."

His words only create my kitty-cat more wet.

He spits on my tight ass yap, gently rubbing a fingerbreadth around the rim to loosen it up before I feel his rock difficult peter head beginning to open it further.

He forces his glorious throbbing hard dick into my crocked rosebud, stretching it open as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to thrust savagely, with no regard for my shriek. The miscellany of pleasure and infliction laundry over me and I am screaming in both delectation and desperation.

He starts grunting and continues to fuck me, stretching my kettle of fish with each knife thrust. He moves one foot around and onto my head to hold it down and dedicate himself a deeper dip into my asshole. I yelp in pain in the ass as it goes further in, and he keeps ramming and ramming.

He soon pulls out and barque at me to turn 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 shaft all over my face. Bits sputtering over my body and over the floor.

He stares at me, wanking Sir Thomas More out of his rooster as I scoop up the cum from my face and into my lip. He looks at me then looks at the cum on the floor.

"Clean up your mess."He Holy Order, 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 feet. I opened my mouth wide and look up at him standing over me.

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

He pulls his pants back up, collects his paddle and bag and walking to the door. Before I get the chance to say anything, he opens it and issue, leaving me on all fours in the midsection of my lounge room with my skirt around my waist and my scanty down at my mortise joint, fresh cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .