Jack was 45, athletic and every woman's idea of a hunk. He had blonde hair which he kept in a crew cut and at six feet two he stood above most people in any room. His large chest was testament to his workout regimen. He had had a heavy two hour workout at the gym that Saturday. Later on he went to a nearby bar to relax, have a few drinks and watch some college football.
He sat at the bar drinking a beer while watching his alma mater, Virginia Tech beat up on Georgia. He was quite pleased of course. When they scored their next touchdown he cheered and looked at the young woman sitting next to him at the bar and said, "Damn they're looking good today!"
The woman just smiled at him in return and looked back down at her drink. He felt a bit put off but decided to continue, "My name's Jack by the way." Jack had always been a very personable bigger than life sort of guy.
The young woman looked back up at him and smiled weakly and said, "Hi, I'm Tracy." She had hoped he'd say something but now that he had she found herself scared shitless that he might ask her a question.
"I don't think I've seen you here before," Jack continued desiring to get a conversation going. As Jack looked at her he found her attractive and he'd not had any sort of female companionship in a while with his busy work schedule and all. He was hoping they might get something going.
They went through all the usual small talk, what do you do, are you married, where'd you go to college, etc. Jack bought her several drinks as they continued to talk and their conversation became increasingly warm.
After talking for about an hour and thinking she might interested in him as much as he was in her he asked, "you wanna get out of here and go somewhere?"
Without thinking Tracy said, "Sure."
Jack was surprised she hadn't asked him where. As they left the bar and headed towards his car Tracy noticed just how big a man he was, how well built. She wanted to touch him, somewhere, anywhere and feel what looked like muscles of steel.
"We can take my car," Jack indicated pointing to his BMW.
Tracy was impressed. He had the sporty little two-seater and while she had usually disdained the yuppie sort of car this particular one she favored. When they got in the car she said, "So where are we going, your place?" She couldn't believe she had said all of that. She had not meant to say anything about going to his place even though it was what she was hoping for. Now she felt foolish as well as rather tipsy.
"If you want," Jack replied.
Tracy said she did and in no time they arrived at a nice colonial style house in a very nice part of town. When they got inside and into the living room Jack offer Tracy a drink and she accepted. He brought her the drink and sat down next to her.
Jack had a beer in his hand and while taking a couple of sips from the bottle he stared at her. Tracy was uncomfortable with this type of attention usually. She didn't feel quite so self-conscious. She only wished that he'd say something instead of just staring at her. She had been staring down at her drink and when she looked up at Jack he leaned in and kissed her. Although complete surprised she wasn't offended but felt like she needed to at least feign some sort of resistance so she pushed him away and said, "Don't, I don't even know you."
Jack wasn't sure what to make of her and considered his next move. It had been her suggestion that they come here so he'd assumed she wanted something and he was hoping that was sex. He hadn't had any sex in a long time and was about as randy as he'd ever been. He waited a few moments more and when she looked at him again he again leaned in and kissed her. This time she didn't resist. Jack put his arms around her and pulled her into him and started kissing her passionately. He quickly moved his hands to her breasts.
"No don't!" Tracy complained. Jack noticed, however, that she hadn't pushed him away and he found that odd.
"You know you've got nice tits!"
Tracy was surprised at this comment and replied, "Oh you are a bad boy aren't you."
Now he felt certain she was playing a game of some sort so he decided to go along and said, "And you're a very bad girl."
"I'm sorry daddy, I don't mean to be." Tracy put on her very best little girl look for him. Jack was totally surprised by her response. This was something he had never encountered before but he'd certainly heard a lot about it.
Jack thought about it for a second and then grabbing Tracy's arm roughly he stood up and pulled her up too and said, "You've been a very bad girl. I'm going to have to take you upstairs and give you a good spanking."
As Jack pulled Tracy roughly up the stair Tracy silently cooed to herself. She was excited. In the bedroom he sat down on the bed and pulled her over his lap and began to spank her hard. His had stung her ass but the sting was a little muted by the jeans she was wearing.
"You are such a bad little girl Tracy! I thought I brought you up better than that! You're becoming a slut and I can't have that, do you understand me?"
