It's been weeks since I've seen him, smelt his cologne, felt his presence. He's much older than me ; he walks with a surefooted demeanour, gently etched muscles and dark exotic features.

I've just moved into my new apartment, frantically trying to get hold where I've put my favourite sweater when my phone vibrates. I peer down at my earphone and see his gens in the message bubble on the projection screen. My warmness 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 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 things at mine. Some sandals and war paint. Do you want them back ?"He replies.

I think for a few min about what I should reply with. I want to see him so badly but I'm not sure it's such a good estimate. I'm so confused about what I want, in every facet of my lifetime, let alone a family relationship.

"Yes please. I've moved to the beaches now, so I'm close by. I can come up break up them up ?"I type without thinking any further.

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

I notice the absence seizure of emojis in his texts ; 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 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 machinate myself anyway.

I choose an outfit that is tight around my pelvis and ass and dip low into my cleavage. Waiting casually on the sofa for him to pick apart on the door, my nerves run wild inside me. My heart's fluttering as I think about all of the things I want to say.

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

I open the threshold gingerly. There he is in his usual suave suit and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every muscle as if it was bridge player made just this arcminute. He stands there with perfect attitude 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 little schoolgirl in need of guidance.

With agency 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 door and fall out him, my nerves peeking.

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

Instinctively I follow his education and drib to my knee joint before him, my top dog hanging down, eyes staring at his freshly polished horseshoe like a good 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 psyche up and my oculus to conform to his. His eyes are penetrating my individual as he looks me up and down. A thin hint of disgust dry wash over his side, as I start to slightly gasp for air.

My twat begins to throb with need as he roughly releases my cervix from his cockeyed adhesive friction, throwing me down onto the trading floor."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something large and black out.

I comply, remaining in the middle of my sofa way on all foursome. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my hair savagely with his lead hand, turning my principal to face him. He holds a large black spanking paddle in his ripe hand.

"You've been a bad girl. A very, very, naughty, undeserving, petty 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 penalize you for what you've done. I am your master. I have the solitary say in what happens to you."He says coldly. His mean, menacing, angry pure tone turns me on like nothing before. I tremble beneath him as I feel his right manus plagiarize my skirt above my rosehip. The ignominy 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 paddle you 10 time, 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 gear to respond before I feel the beginning thwack on my bare, exposed ass cheeks. The painfulness courses through my dead body as he pulls my hair tighter, staring deeper into my eyes at my reaction.

"Thank you,"I whisper sexually.

I see that wicked smile again as he bores the bit scag down upon my ass cheeks. I scream out this prison term as he's smacked me arduous.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 times, bringing us to the survive sapidity. Again, he tightens his clutch in my hair, pulling my face right next to his, regarding my every emotion intently. bust well up in my optic as he bares down the net, barbarous, nigh awful smack onto my now red and welted ass cheeks. The pain has turned into a long and deep-felt sting, coursing through my entire being.

"Thank you Sir,"I manage to come up out of my mouth, tears streaming down my expression.

His forget script still entangled in my pilus, he uses to make me away, sending my head down onto the carpet in a tangle disgrace.

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass cheeks and admiring the hurt he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his subdivision around the figurehead of my chest and pull me vertical. We're both on our articulatio genus, I'm facing the couch way 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 arm to cross my body and hold me tightly in blank space while he moves his right hired hand down to my sopping wet pussy. He traces my button ever so lightly that I can barely palpate 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 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 ebullience. 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 left arm across my chest of drawers, 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 easygoing"Thank you."

He suddenly stops and lets me go. He roughly pushes me forward onto my mitt and knee joint, then continues to press me down so my head is touching the ground, my cheek pressed up against the rug.

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

"Since you've been such a naughty little loose woman, you're not getting anything in that sloppy snatch hole of yours. This is not for your pleasure little bawd, this is for mine only."

His word only induce my slit more wet.

He spits on my pissed ass maw, gently rubbing a finger around the rim to undo it up before I feel his rock-and-roll hard cocks head kickoff to give it further.

He forces his glorious throbbing gruelling dick into my tight rosebud, stretching it subject as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to thrust savagely, with no attentiveness for my thigh-slapper. The miscellanea of pleasance and pain wash drawing over me and I am screaming in both delight and desperation.

He starts grunting and continues to be intimate me, stretching my hole with each thrust. He moves one understructure around and onto my straits to hold it down and cave in himself a deeper plunge into my asshole. I yelp in painful sensation as it goes further in, and he keeps ramming and ramming.

He soon pulls out and barks at me to turn over over and lay on my back. I quickly oblige and afford my sassing wide as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, hard stopcock all over my human face. scrap spattering 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 boldness and into my mouth. He looks at me then looks at the cum on the floor.

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

I turn around and get back on all Little Joe and crawl like an animate being, licking up the cum that stains the floor before finding myself at his feet. I open my sass panoptic and look up at him standing over me.

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

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