Before I can answer, a fleeting look gives away my excitement. Swiftly, he flips me over and twists my arm behind my back and pins me down. He slaps my ass hard with his free hand. It echoes in the room. I gasp quietly. One....He slaps my ass again.This time, I whimper. Two... Once more, my ass feels a sting. This time, I yelp. Three... I can feel the heat where my ass now has one cheek red with Master's handprint burning on it. He pauses, admiring the mark he made before thrusting himself inside me. Hard. Harder. Faster. I can feel his balls slap against me as he keeps thrusting. My moans get louder and louder. I try to loosen his grip from my arm. But his grip tightens around my wrist and the ache increases as he fucks me harder. "Tell me, what excuse there is for missing supper". I open my mouth as an excited "ah!" escapes my lips. But before I can speak, I hear him growl softly, "There is no excuse."