It's been calendar week since I've seen him, smelt his cologne, felt his mien. He's much older than me ; he walks with a positive demeanour, gently etched heftiness and black alien features.

I've just moved into my new apartment, frantically trying to line up where I've put my favourite sweater when my phone vibrates. I peer down at my phone and see his name in the message bubble on the concealment. My heart skips a small beat.

I've been hoping for him to reach me for what feels like forever. I miss him more than he could realise, even though I was the one that ended our vivid liaison. 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 want them back ?"He replies.

I think for a few minutes about what I should respond with. I want to see him so badly but I'm not sure it's such a good idea. I'm so put off about what I want, in every aspect of my aliveness, 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 them to you. Just text me the address."He replies.

I notice the absence of emojis in his school text ; 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 shower. Instinctively I shave my kitty-cat 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 sex, yet I continue to prepare myself anyway.

I choose an outfit that is tight around my hips and ass and plunges low into my segmentation. Waiting casually on the couch for him to pink on the door, my nerves run wild inside me. My heart's flapping as I think about all of the matter I want to say.

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

I open the door gingerly. There he is in his usual suave suit of clothes and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every muscular tissue as if it was hand made just this second. He stands there with perfect position 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 experience more and more like a lost little schoolgirl in penury of guidance.

With sanction and a hint of arrogance, he moves forward and past me into the lounge way, dropping his bag beside the door. I close the doorway and abide by him, my face peeking.

He swiftly turns around to face up me again. His stare Pierce through me."Down."He says with a precipitous glossa, and just like that everything I used to know and do deluge back into me.

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

He reaches his right hand down to my cervix and squeezes it tightly, forcing my caput up and my center to meet his. His center are penetrating my soul as he looks me up and down. A cold-shoulder hint of disgust race 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 tight grip, throwing me down onto the floor."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something with child and black out.

I comply, remaining in the middle of my waiting area room on all tetrad. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my hair's-breadth savagely with his left hand hand, turning my headland to look him. He holds a large black spanking paddle in his compensate hand.

"You've been a bad girl. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, footling whore."He says heavily, staring me dead in the eye.
"I've thought long and hard about your Holocene disobedience and I'm going to penalise you for what you've done. I am your passe-partout. I have the merely say in what happens to you."He says coldly. His mean, menacing, angry tone turns me on like nothing before. I tremble beneath him as I feel his good hand lift my skirt above my rose hip. The shame washes over me and my pussy oozes juice.

He softly rolls my panties down to my knee joint 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 minute to reply before I feel the first thwack on my bare, exposed ass cheeks. The hurting form through my consistence as he pulls my haircloth tighter, staring deeper into my eyes at my reaction.

"Thank you,"I whisper sexually.

I see that wicked smile again as he bores the mo smooch 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 smack. Again, he tightens his grip in my hair, pulling my face right next to his, regarding my every emotion intently. Tears well up in my eyes as he bares down the final, brutal, most abominable smack onto my now red and welted ass face. The hurting has turned into a long and deep-felt gyp, 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 hold 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 wrong he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his arms around the figurehead of my pectus and pulls me upright. We're both on our genu, 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 leftover arm to cross my body and control me tightly in place while he moves his right field script down to my sopping wet bitch. 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 thankful 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 exuberance. 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 pull up stakes 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 manus and knee, then continues to drive me down so my head is touching the background, my cheek pressed up against the carpet.

I feel him function my ass brass and stare down at my wanting, needing shag holes. I know he isn't looking at my cunt. I know exactly which jam he wants.

"Since you've been such a spicy short slut, you're not getting anything in that sloppy cunt jam of yours. This is not for your pleasance piffling woman of the street, this is for mine only."

His Book only seduce my snatch more wet.

He spits on my pie-eyed ass golf hole, gently rubbing a fingerbreadth around the rim to loose it up before I feel his careen hard shaft head offset to open 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 screams. The commixture of joy and pain washes over me and I am screaming in both pleasure and desperation.

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

He soon pulls out and barks at me to grow over and lay on my backrest. I quickly oblige and assailable my mouth wide as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, hard putz all over my aspect. turn splatter over my consistency and over the floor.

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

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

I turn around and get back on all quadruplet and crawl like an animal, licking up the cum that stains the floor before finding myself at his feet. I open my lip wide and look up at him standing over me.

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

He pulls his pant back up, collects his paddle and bag and base on balls to the door. Before I get the prospect to say anything, he opens it and exits, leaving me on all 4 in the middle of my waiting area room with my annulus around my waist and my scanty down at my ankles, fresh cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .