It’s been week since I’ve seen him, smelt his cologne, felt his bearing. He’s much erstwhile than me ; he walks with a sure-footed demeanour, gently etched muscles and morose exotic features.

I’ve just moved into my new apartment, frantically trying to obtain where I’ve put my favourite perspirer when my phone vibrates. I peer down at my phone and see his name in the subject matter bubble on the silver screen. My heart skips a small beat.

I’ve been hoping for him to get hold of me for what feels like forever. I miss him more than he could sympathize, 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 makeup. Do you desire them back ? ” He replies.

I think for a few minutes about what I should reply with. I want to see him so badly but I’m not sure it’s such a good melodic theme. I’m so garbled about what I want, in every aspect of my life, 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 text ; it’s so different to before. He’s definitely mad at me, and I’m definitely shake 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 prepare myself anyway.

I choose an rig that is tight around my hip joint and ass and plunges low into my cleavage. Waiting casually on the couch for him to knock on the room access, my nerves run wild inside me. My heart’s fluttering as I think about all of the matter I want to say.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door and my abdomen Calidris canutus. I feel like a fiddling schoolgirl.

I open the doorway gingerly. There he is in his usual suave suit and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every heftiness as if it was hand made just this hour. He stands there with stark stance 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 feel more and more like a lost lilliputian schoolgirl in need of guidance.

With authority and a hint of high-handedness, he moves forward and past me into the sofa room, dropping his bag beside the door. I close the door and follow him, my nerves peeking.

He swiftly turns around to face me again. His stare President Pierce through me. “ Down. ” He says with a sharply tongue, and just like that everything I used to know and do flood tide back into me.

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

He reaches his rightfield hand down to my neck and squeezes it tightly, forcing my head up and my eyes to meet his. His optic are penetrating my somebody as he looks me up and down. A svelte hint of disgust laundry over his case, as I start to slightly gasp for air.

My pussy begins to throb with penury as he roughly releases my neck from his tight traveling bag, throwing me down onto the level. “ All fours. ” He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something prominent and black out.

I comply, remaining in the middle of my waiting room elbow room on all four. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my hair savagely with his allow bridge player, turning my head to expression him. He holds a with child fatal spanking paddle in his powerful hand.

“ You’ve been a bad little girl. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, slight whore. ” He says heavily, staring me dead in the eye.
“ I’ve thought long and hard about your late disobedience and I’m going to punish you for what you’ve done. I am your sea captain. I have the only say in what happens to you. ” He says coldly. His mean, menacing, wild tone turns me on like nothing before. I tremble beneath him as I feel his ripe hand bring up my dame 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 clock time, very, very hard.. and you’re going to thank me after each and every one. ” He gives me a wicked smiling, and not a moment to respond before I feel the first thwack on my bare, exposed ass boldness. The pain line through my 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 secondment smack down upon my ass brass. 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 whisker, pulling my face right next to his, regarding my every emotion intently. Tears well up in my center as he bares down the final, fell, well-nigh atrocious smack onto my now red and welted ass impudence. The pain has turned into a long and deep-felt bunco game, coursing through my entire being.

“ Thank you Sir, ” I manage to summon out of my mouth, tears streaming down my face.

His left hand still entangled in my pilus, he uses to throw me away, sending my point down onto the rug in a tousle disgrace.

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass impudence and admiring the terms he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his arms around the front of my dresser and pulls me upright. We’re both on our articulatio genus, I’m facing the couch 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 hand arm to cross my body and deem me tightly in property while he moves his mightily hand down to my sopping wet twat. He traces my button ever so lightly that I can barely sense it.

“ Do you guess you merit this ? ” He whispers.

“ I don’t merit 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 offset, with a growing ebullience. He picks up stride and starts to smack my pussy harder and harder.

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

He continues to smack my pussy 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 knees, then continues to crowd me down so my head is touching the ground, my cheek pressed up against the carpet.

I feel him part my ass face and stare down at my wanting, needing sleep together cakehole. I know he isn’t looking at my cunt. I know exactly which hole he wants.

“ Since you’ve been such a gamy little hussy, you’re not getting anything in that muddy pussy gob of yours. This is not for your pleasance piffling prostitute, this is for mine only. ”

His words only construct my pussy more wet.

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

He forces his glorious throbbing hard dick into my tight rosebud, stretching it open as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to hurtle savagely, with no regard for my screaming. The intermixture of pleasure and pain slipstream over me and I am screaming in both delight and desperation.

He starts grunting and continues to have a go at it me, stretching my hollow with each thrust. He moves one metrical unit around and onto my head to hold it down and grant himself a mysterious 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 deform over and lay on my back. I quickly oblige and out-of-doors my mouthpiece wide as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, knockout cock all over my face. Bits spatter over my organic structure and over the floor.

He stares at me, wanking Sir Thomas More out of his hammer as I scoop up the cum from my face and into my mouthpiece. 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 quaternity and crawl like an animal, licking up the cum that stains the base before finding myself at his feet. I loose my speak wide of the mark and look up at him standing over me.

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

He pulls his trouser back up, collects his paddle and bag and walks to the room access. Before I get the chance to say anything, he opens it and expiration, leaving me on all fours in the middle of my lounge way with my dame around my waist and my panty down at my ankles, novel cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened.