Absence

It had been six weeks since she had seen Him.  Her body craved Him, needed Him.

They spent the morning at His work.  He wore His uniform.  It turned her on.

They came home and sat on the couch, relaxing.  He still had his uniform on.

He told her to go get her crop.

She did as she was told.

She knelt in front of him, holding the crop.

He told her to stand and He removed her panties.  He bent her over His knees - her sundress up around her waist.

He started spanking her, fast and hard, stopping occasionally to smooth His hand over her warming ass, only to start again just as hard.  She had to remind herself to breathe.

He let her up and leaned her over the couch, spreading her legs wide.  The crop/cane was brought down against her legs.  She had to bite down onto her hand to keep from crying out. 

He was bringing her there, she could feel herself drifting away.  He wouldn't let her go, though, not just yet.

He pulled her by the hair up onto her knees.  He unzipped the trousers of His uniform and pulled out His cock.  She opened her mouth and He thrust inside of her.  Not a pretty blow job - a hard, dirty, messy face fuck.  Several times He slid His cock deep into her throat, constricting her breathing, and held her there, panic starting to build as she felt her head go fuzzy.

He came like that - deep in her throat. 

Afterwards, she stayed kneeling, resting her head on the couch, exhausted and spent.  He absently ran His fingers through her hair.  She smiled to herself,  closed her eyes, and left.