(C) Copyright Carey Newton 2009 All Rights Reserved. You need to be 18 or over to read this story, if you are not please stop now. With that proviso permission is given to download a copy of this story for your own personal use but no other reproduction, electronic or otherwise, is permitted without my specific permission. If you liked the story please do email me via the authors page. Feedback is the lifeblood of any writer and encourages me to continue. (MF cons rom spank) The candle flickered on the table between them, its light reflecting in the ruby contents of the wine glass in front of her. She reached out and raised the glass to her lips. It was a fine wine, smooth and velvety, that slid easily down her throat as she drank. They had been together as a couple for a year now and this was their anniversary. Twelve months to the day from when she had first given herself to him. Fresh out of law college she had joined a firm that represented one of the companies that he owned. They had met during a meeting to discuss a potential take-over he was considering. As the junior on the team she was very much in the background so it came as a surprise when, the next day, a bunch of twelve red roses arrived at work together with a note from him inviting her out to dinner the next evening. She was flattered, he was an attractive man though some fifteen years her senior, but she was concerned about compromising her integrity at work. When she told the partners their response was to take her off any work relating to his companies and to suggest subtly that while the decision was of course hers to make it would be regarded as a positive career move and enhance her profile within the firm. He had wooed her like a perfect gentleman and after their third date she had accompanied him back to his apartment in the city for coffee and it had seemed natural for her to stay the night. She was not a virgin and had had a steady boyfriend at University but they had drifted apart when she went to law college and she had been celibate ever since. Her studies had preoccupied her time and she chose to avoid distractions focussing instead on her career. She felt her body tightening as she thought of that first night together. The sex was great but they connected emotionally as well. The age difference did not seem to matter, he was her friend as well as lover, though at times she had to admit she was just a little in awe of him and wondered why he had chosen her among all the women available to him. If he had not made the first move they would never have got together since she still considered him beyond her reach and sometimes wondered when it was she would wake up. Focussing back on the present moment she noticed that he was watching her with a serious but half amused expression. After a brief moment, as if wanting to be sure that he now had her full attention, he spoke. "I feel we are now ready to move our relationship on to the next level. There is, however, something I would like you to do first." "What is that?" she asked with a smile, her heart racing with joy. "To allow me to put you over my knee and spank you on the bare bottom." Her smile faded and she looked at him incredulously, "This is a joke right?" "Do I look as if I'm joking?" He watched her searching his face, trying to gauge what it was that he really wanted from her. "The intimacy should not concern you. We are already lovers and the delights of your body hold few surprises for me." She blushed again at the memory of some of the things they had done together. "Though liberal in many ways I am at heart very old fashioned. What I require in a partner is companionship but also submission. I need you to demonstrate that such an arrangement is acceptable to you and that you are prepared to dispense with any modern notions of equality between men and women." "And if it isn't?" "Then we will continue to be friends but our other intimacies will cease." He watched her as she glanced down and thoughtfully bit her lower lip as she considered his request. He knew that she loved him and that it was only a question of time before she accepted his terms. When they had first met she had still been an innocent sexually and it had required a degree of tact and perseverance on his part to bring her to his bed. Once, however, that threshold had been crossed she had proved to be an eager student, adaptable and more than willing to experiment both in private and in the open air. She smiled as she recollected some of the games they had played. Though outwardly cool and self controlled he had recognised in her the marks of a true submissive and everything he had done had been designed to enable her to appreciate and eventually embrace her true nature. "If I agreed when would this take place?" "There is no time like the present." She raised her eyes to look into his and, after a few moments consideration, silently nodded her agreement. He moved a chair by the window and sat down on it. The late afternoon sunlight streamed in as if to place him at the centre of a spotlight. It was a stage on which she was being asked to display and offer herself up to him. As she stood beside him she looked out of the window. There was an apartment block opposite and anyone looking out of the upper storeys would be able to see into the room and observe what they were doing. Curiously dispassionate she realised that he had deliberately placed the chair there for that very reason. No words passed between them as she knelt and bent forward over his lap. "Move so that your hands can touch the floor. She shuffled forward, her breasts pressing against the side of his leg and hanging loose beneath her. The posture raised her bottom invitingly in the air. With his right hand he lifted up her skirt and tossed it over her back. Her white cotton knickers swelled to contain the flesh of her buttocks and his gaze lingered over them from above. "Lift up." She did so and, grasping the waistband of her knickers he pulled them swiftly down to her knees imprisoning her legs She gasped at the sudden exposure and then relaxed as she felt the warm sun on her bare skin. Though he was often demanding she had learned to trust his sudden whims and find pleasure in allowing his will to shape hers. The caress of the sun was replaced by the firm touch of his fingers as his hand moulded itself to the smooth curves of her buttocks. She parted her legs as much as she was able because of the restricting underwear, to give him free access to all her charms. Lightly he slapped her bottom, watching fascinated as the flesh quivered and gently subsided. Her body was a wonder that never ceased to delight him. The hand withdrew. "How many spanks do you think I should give you?" She hesitated, not wanting to name a number either too low or too high. She was afraid, but also wanted his respect as well. "That is for you to decide," she said softly. "A good answer. This is not about how many you deserve but simply the number I choose to give you", he paused thoughtfully, "I think for your first time 30 will be sufficient." She suppressed a gasp, thirty! What had happened to 'six of the best' and she was nervous about this being the 'first' time since that implied further occasions to follow, however, she said nothing. "Are you ready?" he asked. She murmured her acquiescence. "Say it out loud. Ask me to spank you." "I would like you to spank me." "Why?" "Because I want to please you." Her voice was steady as she said this, it was simply the truth. If he put his hand between her legs she was sure it would come away wet with her arousal. She tensed waiting for the first blow to fall. "Try to relax, it will hurt less." She willed herself to obey and closed her eyes.