It's been week since I've seen him, smelt his cologne, felt his front. He's much older than me ; he walks with a confident demeanour, gently etched muscles and dismal exotic features.

I've just moved into my new apartment, frantically trying to find where I've put my favourite perspirer when my phone vibrates. I peer down at my phone and see his name in the message house of cards on the screen door. My heart skips a little beat.

I've been hoping for him to contact 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 affair at mine. Some sandals and constitution. Do you want them back ?"He replies.

I think for a few instant about what I should reply with. I want to see him so badly but I'm not sure it's such a in force estimation. 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 do pick them up ?"I type without thinking any further.

"I'll drop 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 slit just how he likes it, before realising what I'm doing. Why am I preparing myself like I used to ? I doubt we will lie with, yet I continue to train myself anyway.

I choose an outfit that is tight around my rosehip and ass and dip low into my segmentation. Waiting casually on the couch for him to knock on the threshold, my nerves run violent inside me. My heart's fluttering as I think about all of the thing I want to say.

Suddenly there is a rap at the doorway and my tummy knots. I feel like a little schoolgirl.

I open the doorway gingerly. There he is in his common suave suit of clothes and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every heftiness as if it was helping hand made just this mo. He stands there with gross carriage 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 mazed little schoolgirl in need of counsel.

With authority and a wind of arrogance, he moves forward and past me into the lounge room, dropping his bag beside the doorway. I close the room access and travel along him, my nerve peeking.

He swiftly turns around to face me again. His stare President Pierce through me."Down."He says with a precipitous tongue, and just like that everything I used to know and do floodlight back into me.

Instinctively I follow his instruction and drop to my knee joint before him, my capitulum hanging down, optic staring at his freshly polished horseshoe 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 head up and my eyes to suffer his. His eye are penetrating my soul as he looks me up and down. A slight hint of disgust washes over his look, as I start to slightly heave for air.

My pussy begins to throb with need as he roughly releases my neck from his tight hold, throwing me down onto the story."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 fours. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my fuzz savagely with his lead hand, turning my principal to grimace him. He holds a large black spanking paddle in his right hand.

"You've been a bad young lady. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, little whore."He says heavily, staring me numb in the eye.
"I've thought long and hard about your Recent epoch 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, furious tone turns me on like nothing before. I tremble beneath him as I feel his flop manus raise my skirt above my hip. The pity 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 spank you 10 clip, very, very hard.. and you're going to thank me after each and every one."He gives me a repellent grinning, and not a second to respond before I feel the first thwack on my bare, exposed ass boldness. The hurting class 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 second smack down upon my ass cheeks. I scream out this time as he's smacked me harder.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 times, bringing us to the last nip. Again, he tightens his grip in my hair, pulling my face right adjacent to his, regarding my every emotion intently. Tears well up in my heart as he bares down the final, beastly, most irritating smack onto my now red and welted ass cheeks. The hurting has turned into a long and deep-felt sting, coursing through my entire being.

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

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

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass cheeks and admiring the impairment he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his weapons system around the front of my chest and pulls me upright. We're both on our knees, I'm facing the waiting area room with him behind me holding me fill up to this chest.

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

He uses his remaining arm to traverse my body and hold me tightly in berth while he moves his rightfulness hand down to my sopping wet cunt. He traces my clit ever so lightly that I can barely sense it.

"Do you cogitate 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 slit, softly at first, with a growing ebullience. He picks up pace and starts to smell my kitty harder and harder.

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

He continues to smack 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 knee, then continues to push me down so my head teacher is touching the soil, my cheek pressed up against the carpet.

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

"Since you've been such a juicy footling loose woman, you're not getting anything in that sloppy cunt maw of yours. This is not for your pleasure little lady of pleasure, this is for mine only."

His words only make my slit more wet.

He spits on my crocked ass hole, gently rubbing a finger's breadth around the rim to loose it up before I feel his rock concentrated cocks head start to afford it further.

He forces his glorious throbbing hard dick into my sloshed rosebud, stretching it unfold as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to push up savagely, with no esteem for my screech. The potpourri of pleasure and pain washes over me and I am screaming in both delectation and desperation.

He starts grunting and continues to fuck me, stretching my jam with each thrust. He moves one foot around and onto my head to hold it down and give himself a rich plunge into my SOB. I yelp in pain as it goes further in, and he keeps ramming and ramming.

He soon pulls out and barque at me to rick over and lay on my back. I quickly oblige and candid my mouth wide as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, concentrated cock all over my look. Bits sputter over my dead body and over the floor.

He stares at me, wanking more out of his prick as I scoop up the cum from my face and into my sassing. He looks at me then looks at the cum on the floor.

"clean up your mess."He 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 fundament. I open my sassing wide and await up at him standing over me.

He brutally shoves his hawkshaw, covered in my ass juices, deep into my mouth. He holds my capitulum down hard on his cock until he hears me choking, then releases. As I pull away, a recollective telephone circuit of spit follows from the tip of his hawkshaw to my mouth.

He pulls his pants back up, collects his paddle and bag and walk to the threshold. Before I get the chance to say anything, he opens it and issue, leaving me on all quaternion in the middle of my lounge room with my skirt around my shank and my scanty down at my ankles, fresh cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .