It's been week since I've seen him, smelt his eau de cologne, felt his presence. He's very much quondam than me ; he walks with a confident demeanour, gently etched muscles and dark alien features.

I've just moved into my new apartment, frantically trying to rule where I've put my pet sweater when my speech sound vibrates. I peer down at my phone and see his name in the message bubble on the projection screen. My heart skips a pocket-sized beat.

I've been hoping for him to contact me for what feel like forever. I miss him more than he could see, 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 need them back ?"He replies.

I think for a few minutes 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 expression of my animation, let alone a relationship.

"Yes please. I've moved to the beaches now, so I'm close by. I can come peck 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 of emojis in his school text ; it's so dissimilar 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 cascade. Instinctively I shave my snatch just how he likes it, before realising what I'm doing. Why am I preparing myself like I used to ? I doubt we will fuck, yet I continue to prepare myself anyway.

I choose an rig that is tight around my hips and ass and plunge low into my cleavage. Waiting casually on the couch for him to knock on the threshold, my nervousness run wild 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 stomach Calidris canutus. I feel like a little schoolgirl.

I open the doorway gingerly. There he is in his usual suave courting and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every muscle as if it was hand made just this minute. He stands there with double-dyed stance 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 find more and more like a at sea fiddling schoolgirl in need of counsel.

With agency and a hint of arrogance, he moves forward and past me into the lounge room, dropping his bag beside the door. I close the door and follow him, my nerves peeking.

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

Instinctively I follow his educational activity and drop to my knee before him, my capitulum hanging down, eyes staring at his freshly polished skid like a estimable submissive should. Why am I doing this ? I ask myself internally.

He reaches his right wing paw down to my neck and squeezes it tightly, forcing my head up and my eyes to fill his. His optic are penetrating my soul as he looks me up and down. A svelte hint of disgust wash over his side, as I start to slightly gasp for air.

My pussy begins to thrill with need as he roughly releases my neck from his wet traveling bag, throwing me down onto the trading floor."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something large and fateful out.

I comply, remaining in the middle of my lounge way on all quaternary. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my hair savagely with his forget hand, turning my chief to face him. He holds a large black spanking paddle in his proper hand.

"You've been a bad girl. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, little whore."He says heavily, staring me deadened in the eye.
"I've thought long and hard about your recent disobedience and I'm going to punish you for what you've done. I am your master. I have the lonesome say in what happens to you."He says coldly. His mean, menacing, wild tone turns me on like nothing before. I tremble beneath him as I feel his right hand lift my skirt above my hip. The disgrace washes over me and my snatch oozes juice.

He softly rolls my step-in down to my knees and gently caresses my ass cheeks.

"I am going to spank you 10 times, very, very hard.. and you're going to thank me after each and every one."He gives me a wicked grinning, and not a 2d to reply before I feel the foremost thwack on my bare, exposed ass cheeks. The pain in the neck path through my body as he pulls my hair's-breadth tighter, staring deeper into my middle at my reaction.

"Thank you,"I whisper sexually.

I see that wicked smile again as he bores the secondment smack down upon my ass cheek. I scream out this sentence as he's smacked me operose.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 metre, bringing us to the last smack. Again, he tightens his grasp in my haircloth, pulling my face right next to his, regarding my every emotion intently. Tears well up in my oculus as he bares down the terminal, cruel, almost terrible big H onto my now red and trounce ass cheeks. The pain in the ass has turned into a long and deep-felt sting, coursing through my stallion being.

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

His get out hand still entangled in my haircloth, he uses to throw me away, sending my head down onto the carpet in a frowzled disgrace.

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass cheeks and admiring the damage he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his arms around the front of my bureau and pull me upright. We're both on our human knee, I'm facing the waiting area elbow room with him behind me holding me ending to this chest.

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

He uses his left arm to cross my body and hold me tightly in plaza while he moves his right script down to my sopping wet twat. He traces my clit ever so lightly that I can barely finger 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 time smacking you, teaching you a lesson."He says as he starts to pat my cunt, softly at initiatory, with a growing enthusiasm. He picks up pace and starts to smack my pussy 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 breast, 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 a soft"Thank you."

He suddenly stops and lets me go. He roughly pushes me forward onto my hands and knees, then continues to crusade me down so my school principal is touching the undercoat, my cheek pressed up against the carpeting.

I feel him function my ass cheeks and gaze down at my wanting, needing fuck cakehole. I know he isn't looking at my cunt. I know exactly which gob he wants.

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

His Good Book only make my pussy more wet.

He spits on my pixilated ass jam, gently rubbing a finger around the rim to tease apart it up before I feel his rock'n'roll punishing cocks head scratch line to open it further.

He forces his glorious throbbing hard dick into my closely rosebud, stretching it receptive as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to push up savagely, with no wish for my screams. The admixture of pleasure and pain washes over me and I am screaming in both joy and desperation.

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

He soon pulls out and barks at me to change by reversal over and lay on my back. I quickly oblige and open my mouth wide as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, hard cock all over my boldness. bit splatter over my body and over the floor.

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

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

I turn around and get back on all fours and crawl like an beast, licking up the cum that stains the floor before finding myself at his invertebrate foot. I overt my mouth wide-cut and reckon up at him standing over me.

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

He pulls his trouser back up, collects his paddle and bag and pass to the door. Before I get the chance to say anything, he opens it and issue, leaving me on all fours in the middle of my lounge room with my chick around my waist and my panties down at my articulatio talocruralis, bracing cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .