It's been week since I've seen him, smelt his cologne, felt his presence. He's often old than me ; he walks with a surefooted demeanour, gently etched muscle and glum exotic features.

I've just moved into my new apartment, frantically trying to find where I've put my pet sweater when my phone vibrates. I peer down at my phone and see his public figure in the message house of cards on the screen. My centre skips a minuscule beat.

I've been hoping for him to meet me for what feels like forever. I miss him more than he could infer, even though I was the one that ended our vivid affaire. 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 need 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 estimation. I'm so confuse 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 clean 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 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 exhibitioner. 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 educate myself anyway.

I choose an outfit 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 doorway, my nervousness run savage inside me. My affectionateness's flapping as I think about all of the things I want to say.

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

I open the door gingerly. There he is in his usual suave suit and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every muscle as if it was hand made just this mo. He stands there with perfect military strength and a gaze like I've never seen before.

I say hello and he doesn't reply, he just holds his stare, regarding me deeply, making me experience more and more like a lost little schoolgirl in motive of guidance.

With government agency and a hint of arrogance, he moves forward and past me into the lounge room, dropping his bag beside the door. I close the doorway and surveil him, my nerves peeking.

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

Instinctively I follow his instruction and free fall to my knees before him, my heading hanging down, eyes staring at his freshly polished shoes like a well submissive should. Why am I doing this ? I ask myself internally.

He reaches his right hand down to my neck and squeezes it tightly, forcing my nous up and my eyes to contact his. His middle are penetrating my soul as he looks me up and down. A little pinch of disgust slipstream over his face, as I start to slightly heave for air.

My cunt begins to throb with need as he roughly releases my cervix from his close grasp, throwing me down onto the floor."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something large and fateful out.

I comply, remaining in the eye of my couch way on all foursome. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my hairsbreadth savagely with his left manus, turning my head to boldness him. He holds a with child black spanking boat paddle in his mighty hand.

"You've been a bad girl. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, petty whore."He says heavily, staring me dead in the eye.
"I've thought long and hard about your recent disobedience and I'm going to penalize you for what you've done. I am your passe-partout. I have the only say in what happens to you."He says coldly. His mean, menacing, angry tone turns me on like cypher before. I shake beneath him as I feel his mighty hired hand go up my dame above my hips. The pity washes over me and my kitty-cat oozes succus.

He softly rolls my panties down to my knees and gently caresses my ass cheeks.

"I am going to spank you 10 prison term, very, very hard.. and you're going to thank me after each and every one."He gives me a wicked smile, and not a second to reply before I feel the first thwack on my bare, exposed ass impertinence. The botheration courses through my 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 indorsement hell dust down upon my ass impudence. I scream out this time as he's smacked me tough.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 times, bringing us to the last smack. Again, he tightens his traction in my tomentum, pulling my expression right next to his, regarding my every emotion intently. Tears well up in my eye as he bares down the final examination, bestial, nearly irritating smack onto my now red and welted ass cheeks. The pain has turned into a long and deep-felt bunko, coursing through my total being.

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

His left hand still entangled in my hair, he uses to throw me away, sending my head down onto the carpet in a frowzled disgrace.

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass buttock and admiring the damage he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his limb around the front end of my dresser and pulls me erect. We're both on our knees, I'm facing the sofa 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 daring.

He uses his odd arm to cross my consistence and hold me tightly in place while he moves his right wing hand down to my sopping wet slit. He traces my clit ever so lightly that I can barely feel it.

"Do you recall 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 tempo and starts to peck my pussy harder and harder.

I wince, while my body naturally tries to jolt forward from the electrical shock. I am restricted by his left arm across my chest, which is now increasing in grip.

He continues to smack my kitty harder and harder until I'm screaming loudly in pain.
I manage to summon up a lenient"Thank you."

He suddenly stops and lets me go. He roughly pushes me forward onto my hands and knee joint, then continues to push me down so my head is touching the ground, my impertinence pressed up against the carpet.

I feel him part my ass boldness and stare down at my wanting, needing get it on trap. I know he isn't looking at my snatch. I know exactly which hole he wants.

"Since you've been such a naughty little slut, you're not getting anything in that swampy snatch pickle of yours. This is not for your pleasure little whore, this is for mine only."

His parole only build my twat more wet.

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

He forces his glorious throbbing severely dick into my tight rosebud, stretching it open as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to thrust savagely, with no compliments for my belly laugh. The mixture of pleasure and pain dry wash over me and I am screaming in both delight and desperation.

He starts grunting and continues to fuck me, stretching my hole with each drive. He moves one foot around and onto my school principal to apply it down and give himself a deeply plunge into my asshole. I yelp in pain in the ass 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 vertebral column. I quickly oblige and open my mouth spacious as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, hard cock all over my face. moment sputter over my body and over the floor.

He stares at me, wanking to a greater extent out of his cock as I scoop up the cum from my expression 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 fours and crawl like an animal, licking up the cum that stains the floor before finding myself at his foundation. I afford my utter wide and await up at him standing over me.

He brutally shoves his prick, covered in my ass juices, deep into my mouth. He holds my oral sex down hard on his cock until he hears me choking, then releases. As I pull away, a hanker line of spit follows from the tip of his dick to my mouth.

He pulls his drawers back up, collects his paddle and bag and walk of life to the threshold. Before I get the chance to say anything, he opens it and way out, leaving me on all fours in the middle of my waiting area room with my skirt around my waist and my panties down at my mortise joint, fresh cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .