It's been weeks since I've seen him, smelt his cologne, felt his front. He's lots older than me ; he walks with a confident behaviour, gently etched brawniness and coloured exotic features.

I've just moved into my new flat, frantically trying to find where I've put my favourite jumper when my phone vibrates. I peer down at my earpiece and see his name in the subject matter bubble on the screen. My heart skips a small beat.

I've been hoping for him to contact me for what feels like forever. I miss him more than he could empathize, even though I was the one that ended our intense matter. 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 makeup. Do you want them back ?"He replies.

I think for a few minute of arc about what I should reply with. I want to see him so badly but I'm not sure it's such a good thought. I'm so confused 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 pick them up ?"I type without thinking any further.

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

I notice the absence of emojis in his schoolbook ; 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 rain 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 have a go at it, yet I continue to prepare myself anyway.

I choose an outfit that is tight around my hips and ass and plunges low into my cleavage. Waiting casually on the sofa for him to pink on the door, my mettle run wilderness inside me. My heart's fluttering as I think about all of the things I want to say.

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

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

I say hello and he doesn't answer, he just holds his stare, regarding me deeply, making me find more and more like a befuddled piddling schoolgirl in need of guidance.

With self-confidence and a pinch of lordliness, he moves forward and past me into the lounge room, dropping his bag beside the threshold. I close the room access and succeed him, my heart peeking.

He swiftly turns around to look me again. His stare pierces through me."Down."He says with a acute knife, and just like that everything I used to know and do outpouring back into me.

Instinctively I follow his pedagogy and drop cloth to my knees before him, my head hanging down, heart staring at his freshly polished shoes like a proficient submissive should. Why am I doing this ? I ask myself internally.

He reaches his veracious hand down to my neck and squeezes it tightly, forcing my straits up and my oculus to receive his. His eye are penetrating my soulfulness as he looks me up and down. A thin pinch of disgust washing over his face, as I start to slightly heave for air.

My pussy begins to throb with need as he roughly releases my neck from his stiff bobby pin, throwing me down onto the trading floor."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something magnanimous and black out.

I comply, remaining in the middle of my sofa room on all tetrad. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my hair savagely with his will paw, turning my brain to case him. He holds a gravid Shirley Temple spanking paddle in his right hand.

"You've been a bad fille. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, little whore."He says heavily, staring me deadened in the eye.
"I've thought long and surd about your Recent epoch disobedience and I'm going to punish you for what you've done. I am your master. I have the solitary say in what happens to you."He says coldly. His mean value, menacing, tempestuous tone turns me on like cypher before. I shake beneath him as I feel his right hand hand sneak my annulus above my pelvic arch. The shame washes over me and my pussy oozes succus.

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

"I am going to paddle you 10 prison term, very, very hard.. and you're going to thank me after each and every one."He gives me a wicked smile, and not a second to respond before I feel the beginning thwack on my bare, exposed ass impudence. The annoyance course of action through my body as he pulls my pilus 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 cheeks. I scream out this fourth dimension as he's smacked me harder.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 clock time, bringing us to the finis smack. Again, he tightens his grip in my hair, pulling my nerve right next to his, regarding my every emotion intently. teardrop well up in my center as he bares down the net, brutal, most painful skag onto my now red and welted ass cheeks. The botheration has turned into a long and deep-felt con, coursing through my entire being.

"Thank you Sir,"I manage to come up out of my backtalk, tears streaming down my typeface.

His depart handwriting 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 cheeks and admiring the legal injury he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his weapon around the front of my chest and wrench me vertical. We're both on our knee joint, I'm facing the waiting area way with him behind me holding me close to this chest.

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

He uses his provide arm to cut through my body and hold me tightly in place while he moves his ripe hand down to my sopping wet snatch. He traces my clit ever so lightly that I can barely palpate it.

"Do you imagine 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 meter smacking you, teaching you a lesson."He says as he starts to pat my pussy, softly at outset, with a growing enthusiasm. He picks up pace and starts to smell my pussy harder and harder.

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

He continues to smack my snatch harder and harder until I'm screaming loudly in pain.
I manage to summon up a piano"Thank you."

He suddenly stops and lets me go. He roughly pushes me forward onto my hands and articulatio genus, then continues to fight me down so my header is touching the ground, my boldness pressed up against the carpeting.

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

"Since you've been such a blue little slovenly woman, you're not getting anything in that squashy cunt hole of yours. This is not for your joy little whore, this is for mine only."

His words only reach my pussy more wet.

He spits on my nasty ass hole, gently rubbing a finger around the rim to loose it up before I feel his rock hard peter head start to give it further.

He forces his brilliant throbbing hard dick into my tight rosebud, stretching it open as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to thrust savagely, with no regard for my shriek. The mixture of pleasance and pain slipstream over me and I am screaming in both delight and desperation.

He starts grunting and continues to screw me, stretching my hole with each jab. He moves one foot around and onto my head to hold it down and have himself a deeper plunge into my dickhead. I yelp in botheration as it goes further in, and he keeps ramming and ramming.

He soon pulls out and barks at me to turn over over and lay on my back. I quickly oblige and open my utter wide as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, hard cock all over my brass. routine splash 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 cheek and into my mouth. He looks at me then looks at the cum on the floor.

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

I turn around and get back on all tetrad and creep like an animal, licking up the cum that stains the story before finding myself at his feet. I open my rima oris wide and face up at him standing over me.

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

He pulls his bloomers back up, collects his boat paddle and bag and paseo to the threshold. Before I get the prospect to say anything, he opens it and way out, leaving me on all IV in the eye of my waiting area room with my wench around my waist and my panties down at my mortise joint, smart cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .