It's been workweek since I've seen him, smelt his cologne, felt his mien. He's much older than me ; he walks with a convinced deportment, gently etched muscle and sorry exotic features.

I've just moved into my new apartment, frantically trying to line up where I've put my favourite sweater when my earpiece vibrates. I peer down at my telephone set and see his gens in the message house of cards on the screen. My inwardness skips a minor beat.

I've been hoping for him to contact me for what spirit like forever. I miss him more than he could understand, even though I was the one that ended our acute function. 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 composition. Do you want them back ?"He replies.

I think for a few hour about what I should reply with. I want to see him so badly but I'm not sure it's such a unspoiled thought. I'm so disoriented about what I want, in every prospect of my life-time, let alone a relationship.

"Yes please. I've moved to the beaches now, so I'm close by. I can come beak 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 texts ; it's so unlike 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 exhibitioner. 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 intercourse, yet I continue to organise myself anyway.

I choose an rig that is tight around my coxa and ass and plunges low into my segmentation. Waiting casually on the couch for him to knock on the threshold, my mettle run wild inside me. My heart's flutter as I think about all of the things I want to say.

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

I open the door gingerly. There he is in his usual suave courting and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every muscleman as if it was hand made just this instant. He stands there with perfect attitude 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 experience more and more like a helpless little schoolgirl in need of counselling.

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

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

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

He reaches his right deal down to my neck and squeezes it tightly, forcing my forefront up and my centre to meet his. His center are penetrating my soul as he looks me up and down. A slight hint of disgust washout over his case, as I start to slightly pant for air.

My pussycat begins to throb with pauperization as he roughly releases my neck from his sloshed bag, throwing me down onto the floor."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something great and black out.

I comply, remaining in the center of my waiting room room on all fours. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my fuzz savagely with his will handwriting, turning my head to cheek him. He holds a large black spanking paddle in his mighty hand.

"You've been a bad girl. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, lilliputian whore."He says heavily, staring me numb in the eye.
"I've thought long and laborious about your recent disobedience and I'm going to penalize you for what you've done. I am your professional. I have the only say in what happens to you."He says coldly. His mean, menacing, angry tone of voice turns me on like nothing before. I tremble beneath him as I feel his justly script lift my skirt above my pelvis. The shame washes over me and my pussy oozes juice.

He softly rolls my pantie down to my stifle 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 repelling smile, and not a secondly to reply before I feel the start thwack on my bare, exposed ass cheek. The annoyance course of study through my body as he pulls my fuzz tighter, staring deeper into my eye at my reaction.

"Thank you,"I whisper sexually.

I see that wicked smile again as he bores the second hell dust down upon my ass buttock. I scream out this fourth dimension as he's smacked me harder.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

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

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

His left hand still entangled in my hair, he uses to throw me away, sending my head down onto the rug in a dishevelled ignominy.

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass impudence and admiring the price he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his arms around the front of my thorax and pulls me upright. We're both on our knees, I'm facing the lounge room with him behind me holding me close to this chest.

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

He uses his left arm to cross my organic structure and obtain me tightly in station while he moves his right hand down to my sopping wet cunt. He traces my clit ever so lightly that I can barely feel 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 grateful I spent my time smacking you, teaching you a lesson."He says as he starts to pat my puss, softly at offset, with a growing ebullience. He picks up pace and starts to taste 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 chest, which is now increasing in grip.

He continues to smack my puss 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 workforce and articulatio genus, then continues to push me down so my head is touching the ground, my impertinence pressed up against the carpet.

I feel him piece my ass nerve and gaze down at my wanting, needing do it cakehole. I know he isn't looking at my pussy. I know exactly which hole he wants.

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

His Word only stimulate my pussy more wet.

He spits on my close ass fix, gently rubbing a finger around the rim to loosen it up before I feel his rock music operose cocks head showtime to open it further.

He forces his glorious throbbing heavy dick into my tight rosebud, stretching it open as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to thrust savagely, with no heed for my screech. The variety of pleasure and pain washes over me and I am screaming in both pleasure and desperation.

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

He soon pulls out and bark at me to wrick over and lay on my back. I quickly oblige and spread my mouth extensive as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, difficult cock all over my facial expression. routine sputter over my soundbox 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 lip. He looks at me then looks at the cum on the floor.

"Clean up your mess."He orders, as he again stares at me intently.

I turn around and get back on all fours and crawling like an animal, licking up the cum that stains the base before finding myself at his base. I spread my mouth wide and look up at him standing over me.

He brutally shoves his dick, covered in my ass juices, deep into my oral cavity. He holds my head down hard on his cock until he hears me choking, then releases. As I pull away, a prospicient line of expectoration follows from the tip of his tool to my mouth.

He pulls his pants back up, collects his paddle and bag and walk to the door. Before I get the chance to say anything, he opens it and outlet, leaving me on all fours in the middle of my sofa room with my skirt around my waist and my pantie down at my ankles, novel cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .