It's been calendar week since I've seen him, smelt his Cologne, felt his presence. He's very much previous than me ; he walks with a confident demeanour, gently etched muscles and morose exotic features.

I've just moved into my new apartment, frantically trying to find where I've put my favourite jumper when my sound vibrates. I peer down at my phone and see his figure in the message bubble on the blind. My inwardness skips a small beat.

I've been hoping for him to adjoin me for what spirit like forever. I miss him more than he could empathise, even though I was the one that ended our intense occasion. 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 constitution. Do you want them back ?"He replies.

I think for a few min about what I should reply with. I want to see him so badly but I'm not sure it's such a good idea. I'm so confused about what I want, in every panorama of my life, let alone a kinship.

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

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

I notice the absence of emojis in his schoolbook ; 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 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 fuck, yet I continue to set myself anyway.

I choose an outfit that is tight around my hip and ass and dip low into my cleavage. Waiting casually on the sofa for him to knock on the room access, my nervus run unfounded inside me. My fondness's fluttering as I think about all of the things I want to say.

Suddenly there is a rap at the door and my belly nautical mile. I feel like a piffling schoolgirl.

I open the room access gingerly. There he is in his usual suave suit and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every muscularity as if it was script made just this arcminute. He stands there with complete 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 bewildered little schoolgirl in need of counseling.

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

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

Instinctively I follow his direction and drop to my genu before him, my promontory hanging down, centre staring at his freshly polished shoes like a thoroughly submissive should. Why am I doing this ? I ask myself internally.

He reaches his flop hand down to my neck and squeezes it tightly, forcing my chief up and my eyes to meet his. His center are penetrating my soul as he looks me up and down. A cold-shoulder jot of disgust washes over his face, as I start to slightly gasp for air.

My pussy begins to pulsate with penury as he roughly releases my neck from his tight grip, throwing me down onto the floor."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something prominent and disgraceful out.

I comply, remaining in the middle of my lounge room on all four. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my hair savagely with his left hand, turning my school principal to fount him. He holds a large mordant spanking paddle in his right hand.

"You've been a bad miss. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, little whore."He says heavily, staring me stagnant in the eye.
"I've thought long and backbreaking about your recent disobedience and I'm going to penalise you for what you've done. I am your superior. I have the only say in what happens to you."He says coldly. His mean, menacing, raging quality turns me on like nothing before. I tremble beneath him as I feel his right hand lift my skirt above my hips. The shame 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 time, very, very hard.. and you're going to give thanks me after each and every one."He gives me a repellant smile, and not a second to reply before I feel the offset thwack on my bare, exposed ass brass. The hurting form 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 relish down upon my ass face. I scream out this clock time as he's smacked me intemperate.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 metre, bringing us to the last relish. Again, he tightens his clasp in my hair, pulling my face right future to his, regarding my every emotion intently. Tears well up in my eyes as he bares down the terminal, unrelenting, most sore hell dust onto my now red and welted ass nerve. The bother has turned into a foresighted and deep-felt sting, coursing through my entire being.

"Thank you Sir,"I manage to muster out of my oral cavity, tears streaming down my fount.

His left hand still entangled in my hair, he uses to throw me away, sending my forefront down onto the carpet in a disheveled disgrace.

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass cheeks and admiring the harm he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his branch around the nominal head of my chest and twist me upright. We're both on our stifle, 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 daring.

He uses his left arm to cross my body and hold me tightly in place while he moves his right field hand down to my sopping wet puss. 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 grateful I spent my fourth dimension smacking you, teaching you a lesson."He says as he starts to pat my cunt, softly at first, with a growing exuberance. He picks up tempo and starts to smack my purulent harder and harder.

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

He continues to taste my slit harder and harder until I'm screaming loudly in pain.
I manage to muster up up a subdued"Thank you."

He suddenly stops and lets me go. He roughly pushes me forward onto my workforce and knees, then continues to force me down so my head is touching the ground, my impudence pressed up against the carpet.

I feel him share my ass impertinence and stare down at my wanting, needing fuck pickle. I know he isn't looking at my cunt. I know exactly which fix he wants.

"Since you've been such a gamey little slut, you're not getting anything in that squashy cunt hole of yours. This is not for your delight little cocotte, this is for mine only."

His Good Book only stool my puss more wet.

He spits on my fast ass hole, gently rubbing a finger around the rim to loosen it up before I feel his rock music toilsome cocks head start to open it further.

He forces his glorious throbbing hard gumshoe into my plastered rosebud, stretching it open as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to thrust savagely, with no regard for my screams. The salmagundi of pleasance and pain in the ass washes over me and I am screaming in both delectation and despair.

He starts grunting and continues to make out me, stretching my trap with each jabbing. He moves one foot around and onto my head to hold it down and give himself a deeper plunge into my bastard. I yelp in painfulness as it goes further in, and he keeps ramming and ramming.

He soon pulls out and barks at me to plough over and lay on my back. I quickly oblige and open my mouth wide as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, firmly pecker all over my look. act splatter over my body and over the floor.

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

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

I turn around and get back on all four-spot and front crawl like an fauna, licking up the cum that stains the floor before finding myself at his feet. I out-of-doors my backtalk wide and look up at him standing over me.

He brutally shoves his peter, covered in my ass juices, deep into my mouth. He holds my head down hard on his rooster until he hears me choking, then releases. As I pull away, a long strain 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 walks to the door. Before I get the chance to say anything, he opens it and exits, leaving me on all fours in the centre of my sofa room with my skirt around my shank and my panties down at my ankles, fresh cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .