It's been calendar week since I've seen him, smelt his cologne, felt his presence. He's practically previous than me ; he walks with a positive deportment, gently etched muscles and saturnine exotic features.

I've just moved into my new apartment, frantically trying to detect where I've put my favourite sweater when my phone vibrates. I peer down at my phone and see his name in the content house of cards on the screen. My sum skips a small beat.

I've been hoping for him to contact me for what feels like forever. I miss him more than he could understand, 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 affair at mine. Some sandals and makeup. Do you require them back ?"He replies.

I think for a few minute of arc about what I should reply with. I want to see him so badly but I'm not sure it's such a good theme. I'm so upset about what I want, in every vista of my life, let alone a relationship.

"Yes please. I've moved to the beaches now, so I'm close by. I can get 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 seizure 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 cunt just how he likes it, before realising what I'm doing. Why am I preparing myself like I used to ? I doubt we will love, yet I continue to prepare myself anyway.

I choose an kit that is tight around my pelvic arch and ass and dip low into my cleavage. Waiting casually on the couch for him to knock on the room access, my brass run wild inside me. My affectionateness's fluttering as I think about all of the things I want to say.

Suddenly there is a bash at the room access and my venter knots. I feel like a picayune schoolgirl.

I open the door gingerly. There he is in his usual suave wooing and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every brawniness as if it was hand made just this moment. He stands there with perfect tense posture and a regard like I've never seen before.

I say hello and he doesn't answer, he just holds his stare, regarding me deeply, making me find more and more like a lost little schoolgirl in need of direction.

With office and a tinge of high-handedness, he moves forward and past me into the lounge room, dropping his bag beside the door. I close the door and trace him, my nerves peeking.

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

Instinctively I follow his didactics and dip to my human knee before him, my head hanging down, eyes staring at his freshly polished place like a good submissive should. Why am I doing this ? I ask myself internally.

He reaches his right hired hand down to my neck and squeezes it tightly, forcing my head up and my optic to meet his. His eye are penetrating my soul as he looks me up and down. A tenuous mite of disgust washes over his human face, as I start to slightly gasp for air.

My twat begins to pulse with need as he roughly releases my neck from his crocked grip, throwing me down onto the trading floor."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something large and smuggled out.

I comply, remaining in the middle of my waiting room way on all quartet. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my hair savagely with his will hand, turning my pass to face him. He holds a large shameful spanking paddle in his redress hand.

"You've been a bad missy. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, little whore."He says heavily, staring me abruptly in the eye.
"I've thought long and strong about your Holocene epoch disobedience and I'm going to punish you for what you've done. I am your passe-partout. I have the only if say in what happens to you."He says coldly. His mean, menacing, furious musical note turns me on like null before. I tremble beneath him as I feel his right hand annul my skirt above my rose hip. The disgrace washes over me and my pussy oozes juice.

He softly rolls my step-in 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 thank me after each and every one."He gives me a wicked grin, and not a second to respond before I feel the world-class thwack on my bare, exposed ass boldness. The annoyance course through my body as he pulls my hair tighter, staring deeper into my middle at my reaction.

"Thank you,"I whisper sexually.

I see that wicked smile again as he bores the second smack down upon my ass cheeks. I scream out this time as he's smacked me surd.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 times, bringing us to the net savor. Again, he tightens his adhesive friction in my hair, pulling my expression right next to his, regarding my every emotion intently. teardrop well up in my oculus as he bares down the net, vicious, most painful smack onto my now red and welted ass impertinence. The botheration has turned into a long and deep-felt sting, coursing through my entire being.

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

His remaining hand still entangled in my hair, he uses to cast 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 damage 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 knee, 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 osculate him, but I don't dare.

He uses his left arm to cross my organic structure and hold me tightly in place while he moves his right script down to my sopping wet puss. He traces my clit ever so lightly that I can barely finger it.

"Do you recollect 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 time smacking you, teaching you a lesson."He says as he starts to pat my cunt, softly at first off, with a growing enthusiasm. 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 electric shock. I am restricted by his entrust 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 mild"Thank you."

He suddenly stops and lets me go. He roughly pushes me forward onto my manus and knees, then continues to push me down so my header is touching the earth, my impudence pressed up against the carpet.

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

"Since you've been such a gamy little slut, you're not getting anything in that sloppy cunt hole of yours. This is not for your pleasure petty whore, this is for mine only."

His watchword only draw my pussy more wet.

He spits on my mean ass pickle, gently rubbing a finger around the rim to loose it up before I feel his careen hard prick head beginning to open up it further.

He forces his splendid throbbing operose cock into my tight rosebud, stretching it receptive as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to thrust savagely, with no compliments for my wow. The intermixture of delight and hurting washes over me and I am screaming in both delectation and desperation.

He starts grunting and continues to have a go at it me, stretching my pickle with each thrusting. He moves one foot around and onto my head 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 bark at me to wrench over and lay on my backrest. I quickly oblige and open my oral fissure wide as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, arduous cock all over my aspect. chip splattering over my organic structure 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 up your mess."He Holy Order, as he again stares at me intently.

I turn around and get back on all Little Joe and crawling like an beast, licking up the cum that stains the base before finding myself at his infantry. I open my mouth wide and seem up at him standing over me.

He brutally shoves his dick, covered in my ass juices, 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 long line of spit follows from the tip of his dick to my mouth.

He pulls his trouser back up, collects his paddle and bag and pass to the door. Before I get the fortune to say anything, he opens it and exits, leaving me on all fours in the middle of my waiting room room with my skirt 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 .