On her way to the gym she stopped at the Starbucks for a vanilla latté and a breakfast bar. She had to keep in shape and worked out almost daily. Watching her on the treadmill made it obvious that she was in tip-top condition. Her black spandex pants stretched perfectly over her apple shaped ass, a sight that made all the other girls envious. By the time she did light weights she had worked herself into a sweat. The light weights were for muscle toning only, of course. She wanted to look lean and slightly muscular, yet stay feminine.

Back at home Simone ran herself a bubble bath, but she didn't get in right away. She hit the button on the CD player and listened to "Principles of Lust" by Enigma, her favorite band. Simone turned her back to the bedroom mirror and looked at herself, over her shoulder. She moved her hips slowly and sensually, to the rhythm of the music. She ran her hand over her bottom, as if imagining a lover's touch. Moving her hand to the front, she explored her thighs and then moved up, rubbing herself between her legs for several minutes. She slowly increased the pressure and friction, grinding her crotch to a pleasant glow.

A wet spot of desire was forming on the front of her stretch pants. At that point she started to peel her pants down, inch by inch, like a stripper, moving her hips with the music. When her behind was completely bared she looked at the mirror image of her backside with big and curious blue eyes. A dozen parallel welts, slightly raised and purple in color, adorned her bottom cheeks. Those stripes were not fresh and already fading. They were the result of a caning with a slim bamboo from three days earlier.

"Naughty girl," Simone whispered to herself and began to finger her pussy.

Wet and wide open she stopped masturbating just before she felt herself coming. She let out a sigh as she slid into the bubble bath. Cupping her breasts with both hands she continued touching herself in the bathtub. She thought about the first time with Anthony. It happened only two weeks ago. Usually she never went to a hotel with one of her escort clients on the first date, but Anthony was different. First of all he wasn't that old, mid forties maybe. More importantly, though, Anthony treated her like a real person. He didn't just talk; he actually listened and responded to what she had to say. Yet she looked at him as some sort of father figure, someone with authority. She liked that. Somehow she felt safe and secure with Anthony.

That first time he took her to a suite on the top floor of the Carlisle hotel, downtown Los Angeles. As soon as they got to his room he grabbed her and kissed her, almost violently. While kissing he pushed one hand under her black cocktail dress, between her thighs, caressing her where she liked it best. At that moment he discovered that Simone wasn't wearing any panties.

Since she was already aroused his fingers went into her easily. Simone began to ride on his fingers without shame, hugging him closely and moaning with her head on his shoulder. In less than a minute her body shook with an orgasm. Her juices dripped all over Anthony's hand. He kissed her again, and then held out his fingers for Simone to lick clean. She had never tasted her own juices before. It tasted sweet and sour to her.

"You've been a bad girl, Simone," he said matter of factly. "Turn around."

Leaning against the door she felt Anthony pulling up her black cocktail dress, up over her waist.

"Keep your legs straight. Arch the small of your back. Arch up your bottom, Simone!"

She did as she was told. Anthony put one arm over the small of her waist to hold her tight.

"You..." Smaaacckk! "...have..." Smaaacckk! "...been..." Smaaacckk! "...bad!" Smaaacckk!

Anthony scolded Simone and spanked her at the same time. Again and again the palm of his hand smacked her bare bottom, as if she were a little girl. Simone was too surprised to react. First it felt like pure pain, but as her bottom got warmer she began to appreciate the spreading heat. He alternated the smacks and spanked her ass left and right. Simone began to shift her bottom as if to meet his beat. In response Anthony started to hit her as hard as he could. Even though he only used his bare hand, the spanking amounted to a true punishment. With her ass cheeks burning as if set on fire Simone began to whimper. Her bottom had turned color from pink to a more dark and brilliant crimson.

Just before Simone was about to scream her spanking was over. Anthony pulled her cocktail dress back down, covering her red ass. He kissed her from behind, on her neck and on the cheek, and then opened the door to let her go. When he saw that she had tears in her eyes he took his handkerchief and gently wiped them away. He thanked her for a great evening and kissed the back of her hand like a gentleman. But as she turned to walk away he slapped her ass one last time, as if to send her on her way.

Remembering her first real spanking Simone masturbated herself to a climax in the bathtub. She turned the hot water on and opened the drain at the same time to heat up her bath. Dreamily she listened to the last song on the Enigma CD. Time to get going.

Simone stood up in the tub and shaved her legs. She liked to shave her pussy hair, too. Except for a neat, vertical strip of hair, about one inch wide. French style. Those dark golden locks she trimmed carefully with a pair of small scissors. She was proud of the fact that she was a true blonde. She rinsed the leftover shaving gel off her legs and put on her white cotton bathrobe. She was hungry for a cigarette.

She grabbed the book she just purchased yesterday before she stepped out on her balcony. Anthony had told her about it. "Platform" by Michel Houellebecq. Sitting in her comfy lawn chair she propped up her feet on the balcony railing. The bathrobe fell open over her slightly spread legs and Simone enjoyed the breeze fanning her pussy. She lit up a Marlboro Ultra Light and sucked in the smoke. When she exhaled it almost sounded like a sigh of joy. She wondered whether any of her neighbors were peeping on her. She spread her legs a little more apart.

Simone read the inside flap of the book while she smoked. The novel was about a civil servant who survived on TV dinners and pornography. On a vacation in Thailand he meets Valerie, a girl that would change his life and bring him back to humanity. They engage in S&M, public sex and partner swapping. Together they develop a business model for sex tourism. Platform is, as Anita Brookner has written, "a brilliant novel, casting a prescient eye on the abuses and inequalities that lead to wider trouble."

Wow! Simone liked what she read. Philosophy, literature and sex - all mixed together. There was a reason that Simone had majored in literature in college. She loves to read. Especially naughty stories. If they were well written. Like the "Story of O" for example, one of her all-time favorites. She couldn't quite remember which came first: her love to read or her love to touch herself? It didn't matter. She stubbed out her cigarette and turned to chapter one. Holding the book in one hand, she stretched out the other to reach between her legs. She rubbed herself very gently, with the slightest touch. And the story unfolded like a movie inside her mind. She had plenty of time. Simone had the whole afternoon to herself. She didn't yet want to think about her regular engagement that she was booked for later in the evening.