It's been calendar week since I've seen him, smelt his cologne, felt his presence. He's much elder than me ; he walks with a confident conduct, gently etched muscularity and dark exotic features.

I've just moved into my new apartment, frantically trying to come up where I've put my favourite sweater when my sound vibrates. I peer down at my speech sound and see his epithet in the content bubble on the covert. My heart skips a small-scale beat.

I've been hoping for him to get hold of me for what feels like forever. I miss him more than he could read, 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 things at mine. Some sandals and constitution. Do you want them back ?"He replies.

I think for a few minute about what I should answer with. I want to see him so badly but I'm not sure it's such a dear theme. I'm so confused about what I want, in every scene of my life, let alone a family 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 bead them to you. Just text me the address."He replies.

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

I choose an outfit that is tight around my pelvic girdle and ass and plunges low into my cleavage. Waiting casually on the lounge for him to tap on the door, my nerves run wild inside me. My heart and soul's fluttering 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 fiddling schoolgirl.

I open the door gingerly. There he is in his common suave suit and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every muscle as if it was bridge player made just this minute. He stands there with double-dyed posture and a regard like I've never seen before.

I say hello and he doesn't reply, he just holds his stare, regarding me deeply, making me feel more and more like a lost picayune schoolgirl in penury of steering.

With say-so and a hint of arrogance, he moves forward and past me into the waiting area room, dropping his bag beside the door. I close the threshold and follow him, my nerves peeking.

He swiftly turns around to face me again. His stare pierces through me."Down."He says with a discriminating clapper, and just like that everything I used to bang and do outpouring back into me.

Instinctively I follow his instruction and cliff to my stifle before him, my head hanging down, centre staring at his freshly polished brake shoe like a honest submissive should. Why am I doing this ? I ask myself internally.

He reaches his correctly manus down to my neck and squeezes it tightly, forcing my head up and my eyes to get together his. His oculus are penetrating my somebody as he looks me up and down. A slim hint of disgust washes over his side, as I start to slightly puff for air.

My pussy begins to throb with need 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 orotund and dark out.

I comply, remaining in the centre of my lounge elbow room on all fours. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my haircloth savagely with his left manus, turning my drumhead to human face him. He holds a large black spanking paddle in his rightfulness hand.

"You've been a bad daughter. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, little whore."He says heavily, staring me dead in the eye.
"I've thought long and difficult 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, angry tone of voice turns me on like nothing before. I shiver beneath him as I feel his right manus go up my skirt above my pelvic girdle. The shame washes over me and my pussy oozes juice.

He softly rolls my step-in down to my genu 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 grin, and not a minute to reply before I feel the first thwack on my bare, exposed ass cheeks. The infliction courses through my dead body as he pulls my hair tighter, staring deeper into my heart at my reaction.

"Thank you,"I whisper sexually.

I see that wicked smile again as he bores the second scag 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 thunder. Again, he tightens his grip in my hair, pulling my face right following to his, regarding my every emotion intently. Tears well up in my eyes as he bares down the final, brutal, almost unspeakable smack onto my now red and welted ass cheeks. The pain in the ass has turned into a foresightful and deep-felt bunco, coursing through my full being.

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

His left bridge player still entangled in my fuzz, he uses to switch me away, sending my head teacher down onto the carpet in a tousled disgrace.

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass cheeks and admiring the equipment casualty he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his arms around the front of my chest of drawers and pulling me upright. We're both on our human knee, I'm facing the lounge elbow room with him behind me holding me close to this chest.

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

He uses his impart arm to cross my body and arrest me tightly in place while he moves his powerful hand down to my sopping wet slit. 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 cunt, softly at first, with a growing enthusiasm. He picks up tempo and starts to peck my kitty-cat harder and harder.

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

He continues to smack my cunt 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 headway is touching the ground, my boldness pressed up against the carpet.

I feel him piece my ass face and gaze down at my wanting, needing fuck maw. I know he isn't looking at my cunt. I know exactly which trap he wants.

"Since you've been such a naughty piffling slut, you're not getting anything in that baggy bitch pickle of yours. This is not for your pleasure trivial cocotte, this is for mine only."

His words only bring in my snatch more wet.

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

He forces his glorious throbbing unvoiced dick into my plastered rosebud, stretching it clear as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to thrust savagely, with no regard for my screams. The mixture of pleasure and pain washes over me and I am screaming in both delight and desperation.

He starts grunting and continues to fuck me, stretching my cakehole with each push. He moves one foot around and onto my head to hold it down and give himself a deeper plunge into my cocksucker. I yelp in pain in the ass as it goes further in, and he keeps ramming and ramming.

He soon pulls out and barque at me to turn over and lay on my back. I quickly oblige and opened my mouth wide as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, hard cock all over my face. Bits splatter over my body and over the floor.

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

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

I turn around and get back on all four-spot and creeping like an animal, licking up the cum that stains the floor before finding myself at his feet. I open my mouth wide and wait up at him standing over me.

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

He pulls his pants back up, collects his boat paddle and bag and walk to the doorway. Before I get the chance to say anything, he opens it and exits, leaving me on all fours in the middle of my lounge room with my skirt around my waist and my panties down at my ankle joint, fresh cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .