"STAND UP!" the attractive woman yelled at him.  Jack Martle stood up and gave the lady an icy stare.

"I don't like your tone," he said.  His voice was deep and masculine, a fine match for his body, which was firm and trim.  She noticed the muscles rippling in his forearms and his blue eyes seemed to be speaking to her.

He had been on his feet all day, and he didn't need this stranger giving him orders.  He never was good at taking orders.  He was used to giving them.

"Just who the heck do you think you are?"

"I'm Debra Novack, your bosses daughter," she replied.  She tried to use her strongest voice but her knees suddenly felt unsteady as if she might be swaying from side to side like a boat on a choppy sea.

"You do not have any right to give me orders, Debra" Jack said. I wouldn't even let your pop speak to me in that tone, let alone a child, be it his or anyone else's."

"I'm not a child, I'm 22 and I haven't believed in the tooth fairy in quite some time," she said, feeling quite good about what she felt was a witty and snappy come-back.

Mature or not, ever since she was a child Debra would always try and get the attention of anyone she liked, and it didn't matter if she used nasty means to garner even negative attention.  She liked Jack ever since she first laid eyes on him three months ago.  Jack was a construction worker and he was on site doing some roofing work on a new home.  Debra had gotten this information from her father and like any good hunter, she found her quarry and had it surrounded.  Or so she thought.

"I've been working here since 7 AM and now it's my lunch hour.  Who do you think you are to bark orders at me?"

"Like I said, I'm your bosses….."

"I remember once having a discussion with your father about child rearing." Jack begun, "Seems your father and I agreed on how to handle children who were fresh and disrespectful to other people."

"Do NOT call me a child!  Like I said, I'm 22 years……."

In a flash Jack grabbed Debra by the arm and sat back down in his chair.  He pulled her over his lap.  It was a warm summer day and Debra was wearing very thin white shorts.  Jack applied his hard hand against her backside and she was kicking her legs and crying hard after only 10 spanks.  Finally after giving the naughty young woman 30 hard stinging spanks Jack let Debra up.  She hopped around rubbing her backside, then he took her in his arms and kissed her sweet mouth.

"I've got to get back to work now," he said.

"OK, I'll see you later than," Debra said.

Debra loved visiting Jack during his lunch break.  She first saw Jack three months ago, but she hadn't waited that long to get to know him. She never thought she would get so turned on by being spanked.  More than that she loved him.  Jack had sometimes wondered if she loved him, or if she loved being spanked by him.  Or perhaps there was something else she loved about him.  He sometimes spent too long worrying about such things.  Jack was 34 so he was 12 years her senior but she loved older men.

That afternoon, Jack slipped and fell from the roof of the house and broke his back.  He wound up paralyzed from the waist down, however, there was nothing wrong with his arms and he kept his upper body in great shape.

"STAND UP!" Debra ordered.  Jack sitting in the wheelchair smiled and made the motion with his hand that Debra was all too familiar with. She lowered her jeans and took her position over Jack's knee.  They'd been doing it this way for the past 30 years.