I saw him for the first time in over four weeks. He had been busy and so had I and we just couldn't get a time to work out.
I was running late and the train just wasn't coming. I hopped off the subway station and I decided to take a taxi, which is something I never do. I get to his place and I text him. He buzzes me in and I walk up the stairs and he opens the door and says hi. I say hi back. He kisses me and pins me against the wall while kissing me and I melt. I apologize for being late. He takes my bag and wallet and places it on the floor and tells me to follow him. So I do.
"Clean this shelf, I'm going to be in my room for about 10 minutes. And kneel here when you're done." I look at the shelf and it is covered in a layer of dust. "Yes, sir." He walks into his room and I get to work. Soon, I finish and I kneel. I hear him on the phone coming down the hallway. He comes behind me and grabs my hair and puts my head against him. As he continues his conversation, he tells me to move things to the shelf I just cleaned. I do as I say. He gets off the phone and we rearrange the stuff on his shelf. At one point we do a little dance and he backs me into the shelf and kisses me.
We finish rearranging and he walks over to an adjustable stool and lowers the height. He unbuckles my pants and has me lay over the stool. As I lay over, I hear his unbuckle his belt and I get the feeling that he's going to spank me with his belt. With the first lash of his belt, I moan out in pain. He continues to spank me with his belt and I cry out from the pain. He stops and feels the slickness between my legs.
"Oh, what is this here? Answer my question."
"I'm very wet, sir."
"I can see that."
He slips a finger into me and I moan out in pleasure. He stops suddenly and starts spanking me with the belt again.
