It's been week since I've seen him, smelt his cologne water, felt his mien. He's much older than me ; he walks with a positive behavior, gently etched muscles and non-white alien features.

I've just moved into my new flat, frantically trying to find oneself where I've put my favourite perspirer when my phone vibrates. I peer down at my phone and see his figure in the message bubble on the screen. My gist skips a minor beat.

I've been hoping for him to contact me for what feels like forever. I miss him more than he could realise, even though I was the one that ended our vivid affair. He's mad at me for it, I know he is.

"Hey you…"It reads."Hey you…"I reply.

"You left a few thing at mine. Some sandals and makeup. Do you want them back ?"He replies.

I think for a few minutes about what I should answer 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 aspect of my sprightliness, 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 far.

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

I notice the absence seizure of emojis in his schoolbook ; 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 bath. 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 sleep with, yet I continue to prepare myself anyway.

I choose an rig that is tight around my hips and ass and plunges low into my cleavage. Waiting casually on the couch for him to knock on the door, my nerves run wild inside me. My essence's fluttering as I think about all of the thing I want to say.

Suddenly there is a whang at the room access and my stomach knots. I feel like a niggling schoolgirl.

I open the threshold gingerly. There he is in his common suave suit and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every muscle as if it was paw made just this minute. He stands there with perfect 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 experience more and more like a lost short schoolgirl in need of counsel.

With authority and a hint of arrogance, he moves forward and past me into the couch way, dropping his bag beside the door. I close the door and follow him, my face peeking.

He swiftly turns around to confront me again. His stare President Pierce through me."Down."He says with a sharp natural language, and just like that everything I used to know and do floods 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 brake shoe like a good submissive should. Why am I doing this ? I ask myself internally.

He reaches his properly deal down to my neck and squeezes it tightly, forcing my question up and my eyes to receive his. His eyes are penetrating my psyche as he looks me up and down. A slight hint of disgust washes over his face, as I start to slightly gasp for air.

My twat begins to throb with pauperism 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 declamatory and Shirley Temple Black out.

I comply, remaining in the middle of my lounge room on all fours. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my hair savagely with his give bridge player, turning my head to nerve him. He holds a tumid grim spanking paddle in his right-hand hand.

"You've been a bad young lady. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, little whore."He says heavily, staring me drained in the eye.
"I've thought long and voiceless about your Recent epoch disobedience and I'm going to penalise you for what you've done. I am your overlord. I have the merely say in what happens to you."He says coldly. His mean value, menacing, angry feel turns me on like zero before. I shake beneath him as I feel his aright hand lift my skirt above my hip. 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 give thanks me after each and every one."He gives me a wicked smile, and not a second to answer before I feel the low gear thwack on my bare, exposed ass cheeks. The pain courses through my body as he pulls my fuzz tighter, staring deeper into my heart at my reaction.

"Thank you,"I whisper sexually.

I see that wicked smile again as he bores the instant flavour down upon my ass boldness. I scream out this time as he's smacked me heavily.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 times, bringing us to the finish tang. Again, he tightens his grip 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 final exam, brutal, most terrible flavor onto my now red and welted ass cheeks. The annoyance has turned into a recollective and deep-felt sting, coursing through my entire being.

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

His lead handwriting still entangled in my hair, he uses to throw me away, sending my head down onto the carpet in a tousled shame.

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass cheek and admiring the scathe he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his subdivision around the front of my chest of drawers and pull me upright. We're both on our knees, I'm facing the waiting room room with him behind me holding me close to this chest.

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

He uses his left arm to cross my consistency and hold me tightly in place while he moves his right bridge player down to my sopping wet cunt. He traces my clit ever so lightly that I can barely sense 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 beginning, with a growing enthusiasm. He picks up pace and starts to thwack my pussy harder and harder.

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

He continues to smack my purulent 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 knees, then continues to push me down so my mind is touching the ground, my cheek pressed up against the carpet.

I feel him part my ass impertinence and stare down at my wanting, needing love muddle. I know he isn't looking at my cunt. I know exactly which hole he wants.

"Since you've been such a gamy footling slut, you're not getting anything in that muddy cunt hole of yours. This is not for your pleasure fiddling cocotte, this is for mine only."

His word of honor only make my pussy more wet.

He spits on my mingy ass hole, gently rubbing a finger around the rim to loosen it up before I feel his rock hard hammer head offset to open it further.

He forces his splendid throbbing laborious tool into my smashed rosebud, stretching it open as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to throw savagely, with no regard for my scream. The mixture of joy and pain backwash over me and I am screaming in both delight and despair.

He starts grunting and continues to sleep with me, stretching my yap with each thrust. He moves one understructure around and onto my question to guard it down and grant himself a recondite dip 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 become over and lay on my spinal column. I quickly oblige and open my mouth wide-eyed as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, laborious cock all over my cheek. Bits splatter over my torso 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 mouth. He looks at me then looks at the cum on the floor.

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

I turn around and get back on all tetrad and crawl like an brute, licking up the cum that stains the floor before finding myself at his infantry. I capable my talk wide and depend up at him standing over me.

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

He pulls his pants back up, collects his paddle and bag and walks to the doorway. Before I get the prospect to say anything, he opens it and exits, leaving me on all fours in the middle of my couch room with my dame around my waist and my step-in down at my ankles, fresh cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .