ROOM WITH A VIEW

The apartment was small, but had huge picture windows out onto a narrow balcony and views across a courtyard to the theatre and office complex about 60 metres away. It comprised a living room and kitchen with a bedroom off, plus a small hallway and a tiny bathroom. You don't get much in Central London these days for even a little under £200,000!

Annabel loved it though. She worked in the City and made good money and this was her first step on the property ladder. She'd only had the apartment for about a month and had already had a flat warming party and some of her best friends round to dinner - and now she was showing it off to her new boyfriend.

Well - perhaps boyfriend wasn't a very suitable term for Mark. Although Annabel was 29 - well 30 next month - she'd always been attracted to older men. She had lost her virginity when she was 17 to a friend of her father's who was more than twice her age and that had been an extremely pleasant sexual awakening. He had taken his time to arouse her with extremely sensuous foreplay and subsequently she'd found the wham bang thank you ma'am behaviour of most of the youths of her own age to say the least disappointing. Older men who take out much younger women may well be sexual predators for the most part, but they do seem to appreciate what they are getting so much more - and the sense of adventure in trying out new sexual practices she found exceptionally arousing.

Mark admitted to 50, and although he didn't look it a couple of throwaway statements had already made her realise he was definitely a little older than he claimed. She guessed about 57 or 58, but she didn't mind. He'd already brought her to heights of sexual ecstasy she had not encountered before. She marvelled in her own sexuality - her ability to achieve orgasm after orgasm at Mark's gentle touch - and he so obviously delighted in her coming and coming again. And he'd just introduced her to sensual spanking.

She'd been first appalled at the idea - and a little afraid. She hadn't been spanked since she was about ten when her father had applied a hairbrush to her bare bottom with such intensity that she really hadn't been able to sit down comfortably for a few hours. She knew she'd deserved it - she'd niggled and pushed her parents to their limits. It wasn't a calculated spanking from her father - it was an angry one and in a way she knew she'd won even though she went bawling and screaming to her bedroom to nurse her poor bruised bottom. He'd never spanked her again - she'd realised he was ashamed how hard he'd beaten her and she now knew just how far she could push her parents. She was, she admitted, a rather spoilt child and much of her behaviour with the opposite sex was a direct result of this. She used to trample all over her boyfriends - and somehow despised them when they did what she wanted. Sure she granted sexual favours when she felt like it - maybe that was why the sex was nearly always so unsatisfactory - except with some of the older and more self assured males she'd found attractive.

Mark was indeed self assured. Last week when she'd thrown a mini temper tantrum to try and get her way, he'd hoicked her over his knee and spanked her - not hard, but enough to sting. She was so taken aback that it totally silenced her - but she knew it had also aroused her. Mark sensed it too and a little later he massaged her bottom and eased her panties down and gave her another light spanking. She'd wriggled and writhed over his knee as this warm glow reached from her bottom to other parts and his first gentle touch of her clit had sent her right over the top. She didn't think she'd ever had such a powerful orgasm. She wanted him to spank her harder - maybe even very hard, but didn't like to say so. Even though he didn't the sex that evening was terrific and she could hardly wait for her next spanking - and tonight could be the night! She could feel herself dampening between the legs just at the thought. How would she get him to spank her harder, without telling him directly which she felt might put him off her somehow? Maybe another minor tantrum was in order.

Mark's arrival gave her the opportunity straight away. He was nearly an hour late. He'd been caught on the underground on a broken down train. She did believe him, but pretended not to and was sarcastic - and remembering her childhood she pushed and niggled away until she achieved her objective.

"Annabel" he fumed at last, "I'm going to give you the benefit of assuming you actually want what's about to happen to you and that's what all this is about. But young lady this time you are going to be really sorry." He stood up and went to the bathroom. Annabel at first thought he was going to leave and was about to rush after him when he re-appeared holding her long handled Body Shop bath brush. "I saw this last time I was here" he said, "and I thought at the time that this could make a useful implement - and now both you and I are about to find out how useful."

Annabel started to plead. She didn't like the idea of the bathbrush at all. She'd actually played about and spanked herself with it and even that had hurt. But even so she realised she was also very excited in areas that mattered! He dragged her by the arm into the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her over his knee. He took her panties straight down and proceeded to spank her. God it hurt - and the Annabel realised that the curtains were still open and anyone looking out of the building opposite could see what was going on. "Mark, stop - draw the curtains - please" she shouted. Mark didn't stop. "Someone might be watching" she shouted. "Let them. I hope they are" he said as he applied the brush even harder.

The spanking hurt - really hurt, but what was worse was the thought that they might be being watched excited her as well. She could feel herself getting so wet between the legs as the bathbrush continued to be brought down relentlessly on her bare bottom. She was genuinely sobbing now and Mark stopped. He rubbed her bottom and between her legs and felt how wet she was. He picked her up and kissed away the tears, all the time fondling her between the legs until she came in a huge orgasm that made her shake and her knees tremble. And as he continued massaging, she continued coming - it went on almost endlessly. She was crying, she was breathless, she had never experienced such pleasure as he laid her gently down and eased off his own trousers. She felt for his erect penis. He used its head to massage her clit some more without putting it in and at the same time eased up her blouse and expertly unhooked her brassiere so he could play with her very erect nipples. She knew she was now virtually naked on her bed and still in view of anyone who might have been watching from the office building - she didn't care - it enhanced everything in her mind. 'Let them watch and be jealous' she thought. Anyone would surely love to be in her place now. Such pleasure despite the burning ache in her bottom.

She sensed Mark ease on a condom as at last he entered her, kissing her breasts - raising her legs high in the air as he thrust in deeply. She had never stopped coming since that first orgasm - she was almost exhausted, but still her body defied her shuddering as the pleasure coursed from her brain right down to her feet. She realised he was coming too and pulled him in tight. She watched his face as he grimaced seeming like he was in pain - the petit mort as the French called itt - so apt. He gasped as he came and then they lay in each other's arms cuddling each other tight. Who cares who was watching - probably nobody - but you never know. Just the thought that someone might be. She had to do this again. But maybe the spanking was too hard she thought - but then I don't have to be such a bitch and maybe he won't do it quite so hard. But then maybe�.. She thought back on the pleasurable part. "If I need the pain to achieve that kind of pleasure then it's a no-brainer" she thought. And as for the watchers in the wings - "well maybe we can sell tickets and help pay off my mortgage" she thought with an inner grin as she curled up beside Mark and the evening drew in.