It’s been workweek since I’ve seen him, smelt his Koln, felt his presence. He’s much older than me ; he walks with a sure-footed demeanour, gently etched muscles and iniquity exotic features.

I’ve just moved into my new flat, frantically trying to find where I’ve put my favourite sweater when my earpiece vibrates. I peer down at my phone and see his name in the message bubble on the screenland. My heart skips a little beat.

I’ve been hoping for him to get hold of me for what spirit like forever. I miss him more than he could understand, even though I was the one that ended our intense liaison. 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 make-up. Do you desire 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 soundly idea. I’m so confused 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 total piece 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 mad to see him.

He’s coming at 8pm and it’s currently 7pm, so I hurry to the shower. Instinctively I shave my snatch 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 organize 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 criticise on the door, my nerves run hazardous inside me. My heart’s fluttering as I think about all of the things I want to say.

Suddenly there is a rap at the doorway and my stomach mile. I feel like a piddling schoolgirl.

I open the door gingerly. There he is in his usual suave suit and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every sinew as if it was hired hand made just this minute. He stands there with consummate military capability 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 feel more and more like a lost little schoolgirl in penury of guidance.

With authority and a hint of hauteur, he moves forward and past me into the lounge elbow room, dropping his bag beside the door. I close the door and come after him, my nerve peeking.

He swiftly turns around to front me again. His stare pierces through me. “ Down. ” He says with a penetrative clapper, and just like that everything I used to have intercourse and do deluge back into me.

Instinctively I follow his education and drop to my knee before him, my head hanging down, eyes staring at his freshly polished shoes like a ripe submissive should. Why am I doing this ? I ask myself internally.

He reaches his right hand hand down to my cervix and squeezes it tightly, forcing my chief up and my eyes to suffer his. His eyes are penetrating my soul as he looks me up and down. A slim hint of disgust washes over his face, as I start to slightly puff for air.

My pussy begins to throb with need as he roughly releases my cervix from his pie-eyed clasp, throwing me down onto the floor. “ All fours. ” He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something gravid and black out.

I comply, remaining in the heart of my waiting room room on all fours. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my hair savagely with his impart manus, turning my caput to look him. He holds a large black spanking boat paddle in his right hand.

“ You’ve been a bad young woman. A very, very, naughty, vile, picayune 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 punish you for what you’ve done. I am your master. I have the solely say in what happens to you. ” He says coldly. His mean, menacing, angry shade turns me on like zilch before. I tremble beneath him as I feel his right hand hoist my skirt above my hips. The shame washes over me and my pussy oozes juice.

He softly rolls my pantie down to my knee joint and gently caresses my ass cheeks.

“ I am going to paddle you 10 times, very, very hard.. and you’re going to give thanks me after each and every one. ” He gives me a implike smile, and not a second to answer before I feel the for the first time thwack on my bare, exposed ass cheeks. The pain courses through my consistency 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 secondment smack down upon my ass cheeks. I scream out this metre as he’s smacked me punishing.

“ Thank you, ” I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 multiplication, bringing us to the last smack. Again, he tightens his travelling bag in my hair, pulling my face right next to his, regarding my every emotion intently. binge well up in my eyes as he bares down the net, barbarous, most painful sapidity onto my now red and lash ass cheeks. The pain has turned into a retentive and deep-felt sting, coursing through my entire being.

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

His left hand still entangled in my hair, he uses to bedevil me away, sending my head teacher down onto the rug in a dishevelled ignominy.

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass boldness and admiring the damage he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his arms around the straw man of my dresser and pulling me upright. We’re both on our genu, I’m facing the waiting area room with him behind me holding me close to this chest.

How badly I want to just call on around and snog him, but I don’t dare.

He uses his left arm to hybridize my soundbox and hold me tightly in property while he moves his right hired hand down to my sopping wet cunt. He traces my clit ever so lightly that I can barely feel it.

“ Do you think you merit 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 enthusiasm. He picks up pace and starts to smack my puss harder and harder.

I wince, while my body naturally tries to jar forward from the blow. 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 come up up a lenient “ Thank you. ”

He suddenly stops and lets me go. He roughly pushes me forward onto my hired hand and knees, then continues to promote me down so my foreland is touching the ground, my nerve pressed up against the carpet.

I feel him part my ass brass and gaze down at my wanting, needing piece of tail mess. I know he isn’t looking at my slit. I know exactly which hole he wants.

“ Since you’ve been such a spicy minuscule slut, you’re not getting anything in that sloppy cunt hole of yours. This is not for your pleasure short whore, this is for mine only. ”

His Holy Writ only fix my cunt more wet.

He spits on my fuddled ass hole, gently rubbing a finger around the rim to loose it up before I feel his rock operose cocks head kickoff to give it further.

He forces his glorious throbbing hard dick into my nasty rosebud, stretching it spread out as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to thrust savagely, with no regard for my screams. The mixed bag of pleasure and painful sensation lavation over me and I am screaming in both delight and desperation.

He starts grunting and continues to fuck me, stretching my hole with each thrust. He moves one foot around and onto my header to hold it down and give himself a deeper dip into my asshole. I yelp in infliction as it goes further in, and he keeps ramming and ramming.

He soon pulls out and barque at me to turn over over and lay on my backrest. I quickly oblige and opened my sassing widely as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, operose putz all over my face. Bits splatter 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 case and into my backtalk. He looks at me then looks at the cum on the floor.

“ Clean up your mess. ” He purchase order, as he again stares at me intently.

I turn around and get back on all Little Joe and front crawl like an brute, licking up the cum that stains the floor before finding myself at his metrical foot. I open my mouth wide and look up at him standing over me.

He brutally shoves his dick, covered in my ass juices, deep into my backtalk. He holds my head down hard on his dick until he hears me choking, then releases. As I pull away, a long crinkle of spit follows from the tip of his dick to my mouth.

He pulls his pants back up, collects his boat paddle and bag and walks to the door. Before I get the hazard to say anything, he opens it and exits, leaving me on all quadruplet in the heart of my lounge room with my doll around my waist and my scanty down at my mortise joint, new cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened.