Construction Connection

I'm Robert but generally go by Rob, I'm 56 and through some good saving and investing, I was able to retire early. I'd done a lot of different things over the years, I started as a general labourer in my teens, worked my way up to site foreman and by the time I was 30, I was managing the construction division. I'd gotten married at 24 but it really didn't work out and was divorced by 32 and it was an ugly enough divorce that I really wasn't interested in doing the marriage thing again. By 36, I was looking after all the contracts as well as a lot of the purchasing and occasionally still managing some of the bigger jobs. When I heard the owner was planning on retiring, I went to him with the proposition of buying out the company, 10% per year over 10 years with him getting a diminishing percent of the yearly profits. He knew the kind of worker I was and said he'd prefer the company going to someone who he knew would keep it going and likely grow it as compared to someone who would possibly run it into the ground. At 55, I decided it was time to retire and made the same deal with one of the managers that I'd gotten when I took over the business.

I'd had quite a few girlfriends and even more 'one nighters' over the years but other than that had stayed happily single so I spent the next year travelling and generally enjoying life without working or even having to think about work. By the end of the first year though I was bored so decided I'd grab a part time job just to keep me occupied but nothing that required too much work. I decided to go back into construction so I applied for a job at a medium sized company as a purchasing manager. I intentionally left off some previous history on my resume, I really didn't want to field questions as to why I was going back to work after selling a million plus dollar company, nor did I want whoever was interviewing me to think I was over qualified.

As it worked out, I got the job and thankfully was able to do a lot of it from home or while travelling, only having to be in the office a day or two a week at the most. My interview was done by a lady named Barb who quickly told me that it used to be her dad's company, she'd taken it over when he died and she hated it when people thought that just because she was a woman that she didn't know anything about construction. She seemed a tad bitchy but I was looking for a job not a friend so when she offered the job to me, I took it. At least she was pleasant to look at, average height, good looking and about 45 years old. I couldn't really tell what kind of figure she had as she was wearing a shapeless, loose shirt and equally shapeless jeans.

It didn't take long to see that 'bitchy' was an understatement. She'd regularly ream out one of the site managers in her office because things weren't on schedule, even if it really wasn't their fault and a number of the other guys referred to her as 'the queen, 'her majesty' or more often 'the bitch' - all behind her back of course. A few times she'd told one of the guys to wash her car, pick up her laundry or something similar just because she was pissed at them. One of the guys said it wasn't uncommon for her to threaten someone with a spanking. Apparently, no one had ever admitted to getting spanked but from what I'd heard, there was a good chance it had happened.

One project had been going really poorly but instead of it being supplies, other trades or something like that, it was just because the site manager, Pete liked to spend too long having lunch at the strip clubs instead of keeping track of what was happening. When she called him in, I could tell she was really pissed and while I couldn't follow the conversation, I heard bits of it and what really caught my attention was when I heard, "spanking or quit - that's your choice". I didn't hear anything for a minute or two and then heard the unmistakable sound of skin being slapped. At first that's all there was and then I was able to make out a few soft, "ow's" as well.

By the time she quit, I think everyone near her office knew what was happening but when Pete walked out, it was easy to see that he wasn't walking with the same spring in his step that he had when he walked in. Just to make sure everyone was aware of what happened, when he was about 10' from her door, we heard, "and another spanking next week unless you get things straightened around."

Well, that didn't happen but at the end of the week, we heard that Pete had quit. Monday, Barb came to me and said, "Your resume said you had site manager experience, I need to you to look after Pete's site until we can hire a replacement."

Initially that sounded fine but when I got to the site, it was a clusterfuck. My first 3 days were spent just trying to figure out what had or hadn't been done and then get things moving in the right direction. By the end of the week, I'd found quite a bit of work that wasn't done properly and had it redone. Things were definitely improving but apparently that wasn't good enough because I got a message to see Barb before heading home on Friday.

Traffic sucked so it was about 5:30 before I got there, everyone else had left and I could tell that she wasn't happy about having to wait. When I went in, she spent the first 10 minutes tearing a strip off of me for things that still weren't done, the cost over-runs (which had all been from Pete's mis-management) and for firing 3 guys without consulting her. The beauty of working when you really don't need to is that you don't have to put up with that kind of shit so I just sat there and looked at her until she finally stopped saying, "What the hell are you staring at me for, do you want the same thing that Pete got?"

I didn't say anything for almost another minute before replying, "I've spent most of my life in construction and usually judge people more by how they treated me instead of how they treat others. I'd only been here a couple of days before I knew one of your nicknames was 'the bitch', that you had unreasonable expectations of people and often blamed things on people that weren't their fault."

She tried interrupting but I simply said, "Shut up and let me finish!"

From the look of shock on her face, I don't think she'd been talked to like that for a long time but rather than stop and enjoy the look, I continued with, "Yes Pete was fucking up and needed go but so did the three that I fired, one was stealing supplies from the site, one was only actually working about 4 hrs a day because he was either on his phone or drinking and the other guy was just a plain idiot who didn't even know what end of a hammer to hold and it turns out the only reason he worked there was that he was Pete's brother in law."

When she tried interrupting again, I leaned forward across her desk and said, "What part of shut up did you not understand? I'm not done yet and you keep interrupting, do it again and maybe your ass will be the one getting the spanking! I've been on the site less than a week and I've already gained back 2 weeks of build time and within another week or two, things should either be on or even ahead of schedule."

"But.."

I just ignored her and kept going with, "As far as the cost over-runs, they were all from material wastage, theft and mismanagement from what Pete was doing and I won't be held responsible for them."

By now I'd gone from just upset to pissed so when she started to interrupt again, I said, "That's it! I really don't need this job and I'll be damned if I'm going to put up with this shit from you. If you want the project finished on time and likely under budget then let me do my work the way I think it should be done, if not just say so and I'll leave right now. But if you want me to stay, we've got to get it straight that I'm not here for you to bitch at or complain to about things that aren't my fault. Am I staying or leaving?"

She just stared at me for what seemed like a minute before I repeated the question, "Am I staying or leaving, decide right now!"

"You....you're staying."

"Good, now that we've got that worked out, there's one more little thing. I told you if you interrupted me again that you'd get the same thing that Pete got and you went right ahead and interrupted me anyway."

After grabbing one of the other chairs, I sat down and said, "Get over here and over my lap so I can spank some of the bitchiness out of you."

I was fully expecting her to say no and fire me on the spot so I was a bit surprised when she got up, walked over and bent over my lap. I hadn't been totally serious about it and would likely have given up if she'd just said she was sorry and didn't want a spanking but seeing her over my lap pushed those thoughts out of my mind and soon I was enjoying the sound of my hand against her ass and her occasional groans of 'ow'. Even though I'd never really spanked a woman before, it had always been a bit of a fantasy but I'd never had a girlfriend who'd indulge. I wasn't even sure if this would ever happen again so after about 20 swats on each cheek, I stopped and said, "Well, your pants are well spanked but I told you it would be your ass. Drop the jeans and get back over my lap."

For the second time in the last 5 minutes, I was surprised when she stood up, dropped her pants and lay back across my lap. I could immediately see a few things; one was that my spanking had turned her ass a nice pink colour, the second was that she had a very nice ass - firm, smooth and nicely curved, the last thing was that she was wearing a thong which was tight between her cheeks and only covering the bare essentials of her pussy which due to not seeing any hair, I assumed was indeed 'bare'.

Another 20 swats on each cheek got them nicely red and she was squirming in my lap so I gave her 10 more on each cheek before stopping and saying, "Get up and get your pants on."

When she stood up, I could see there were tears on her face and I thought I heard a sniffle or two. I figured it was best to stop while I was a head so I just got up, said good-bye and left. I was back on-site Monday and found out that one of the sub-contractors had been paying off Pete to look the other way when some sub-standard materials or work had been done. That prompted a quick meeting with that company's owner and even though he initially didn't believe it, when I showed him invoices that didn't match material used and the quality of some of the work his crew had done, he quickly realized I was right and he was in a bind. We quickly worked out a deal that any costs of replacing materials or redoing work would come directly out of his portion of the budget and that there'd be a 10% discount on the entire contract. In return, nothing would be taken to court or reported. Now that the remaining crew knew that I was experienced and could tell if anything wasn't being done properly, not only did the quality of work improve, so did the speed.

I had to pop into the office on Wed but other than a courteous, "It looks like the site is going well." from Barb and a "Yup" from me, nothing else was said. On the way out, one of the office managers caught me at the pop machine and said, "You wouldn't believe the change in her this week, I'd almost think she got a good fucking or something."

I did my best not to grin and said, "Ya, who knows. Maybe she got something she needed. We'll just have to see if it lasts" and left it at that.

Overall, I was enjoying the work and it was nice to come home and not have to spend a couple of hours a night on the phone or computer, instead I could grab a drink and either watch tv or sit outside. Weekends were even better because there wasn't the stress of waiting for a phone call that something had gone wrong on a site or that a supplier wasn't going to be able to deliver product in time - all of those now waited until Monday when I turned my work phone back on.

It was a nice Sunday, I'd had a bit of a BBQ, was sitting outside and on my 5th or 6th rum when I heard the doorbell. When I went to answer it, I was surprised to see Barb standing there. When I let her in, she said 'hi' but then things went silent for a bit before she finally said, "I'm sorry to pop over like this but I wanted to talk and didn't want to do it at the office."

Well, at least she didn't seem upset so I invited her to join me out back and asked if she'd like a drink which she readily accepted. When I told her I was having rum and coke, she said that was perfect. Instead of her usual work attire, she was wearing a fairly tight t-shirt and a knee length skirt. At least with the t-shirt on, I could tell she was better built than I'd thought and unless I was wrong, her boobs were nice and firm because I don't think there was a lot of support in what looked like a sports bra underneath. Nothing more was said until she'd had a few sips. I was pretty sure I knew what the topic would be but wanted her to say it so I prompted her with, "So, what did you want to talk about?"

"You've likely guessed but we need to talk about last week at the office."

I still wasn't sure exactly where things were going to go, so I just waited and after another sip or two she said, "First, I've done some more digging and when I interviewed you, why didn't you have anything on your resume about owning Miller construction? My dad used to talk about old man Miller and then how good the guy was that bought it from him."

"Well, I was just looking for a nice, easy job without too much responsibility and most people would think that if I'd owned and ran a construction company for almost 20 years that I'd be over qualified for most of the jobs that I wanted."

"Ok, I guess that makes sense."

"But I'm guessing that's not why you came over or what you really wanted to talk about, is it?"

"No, there's a lot more to it than that. I guess I need to start with when my dad ran the company. He'd been in construction for years and he was a guy so no one ever gave him any hassles about anything. He'd always to told me that when I took over, I'd have to be prepared to make sure everyone knew I was the boss but instead of being able to learn that by working with him, he passed away suddenly and it was all mine. I thought I was doing a pretty good job and no one ever told me I wasn't until last week when you made me realize that I had been a bitch and obviously had been pissing a lot of people off. The other thing I need to tell you is that growing up, if I misbehaved, I got a spanking to let me know not to do it again."

I nodded and said, "Ok, that kinda makes sense and thanks for letting me know but what's that have to do with last week?"

She finished the drink, held it out and without asking, I made her a refill and brought it back. After a couple of sips, she looked at me and I could see she was having a hard time putting her thoughts into words. Finally, she looked at me and pretty much blurted out, "I've been thinking about it ever since you did it and I want you to show me not to be a bitch at work again" and as I was trying to process what she meant, she stood up, bent over my lap and pulled her skirt up.

I immediately noticed that she was totally bare underneath it and seeing as there was little chance that I'd missed what she wanted, I proceeded to spank her bare ass. Thankfully there weren't any neighbours really close and there was a nice line of cedars around my property so I knew no one could see but to prevent anyone hearing, I kicked up the volume a bit on the speakers. When I hit 30 strokes on each cheek, I stopped and pulled her up. I could see she'd been crying a bit and was definitely sniffling again but she smiled and simply said, "Thank you!"

I wasn't sure what the next step would be but without saying anything, she answered it by staying sitting on my lap, putting her arms around my neck and just rocking back and forth for a few minutes as I held her. Eventually she pulled back so I could see her face and very quietly, she said, "It wouldn't have been right to do this after dad spanked me" and before I could figure out what 'this' was, her mouth was against mine for a very hot kiss.

When she pulled away, I could tell she wasn't sure if she'd made a mistake or not so I answered her unspoken question by giving her an even longer kiss in return. After another quick kiss, she said, "my ass feels like it's burning."

"Do you want me to get something to put on it or maybe, or maybe you'd like me to kiss it better?"

"Mmmm, I'd love that!"

I could see where this was going but seeing as she'd been pretty submissive at the office, I said, "I've got something that needs some kissing too and maybe if you do a really good job there then I just might give your tender bum some nice kisses."

"Are you saying that if I want my ass kissed, I've got to suck your dick first?"

Without really considering it I simply said, "Yup"

Her equally quick reply was, "Ok!" and then she knelt down in front of me, unzipped my pants and started sucking my already hard cock.

Now I've gotten lots of blowjobs, some from women who enjoyed it, some from women who just did it because the guy wanted it and a few times I'd gotten blowjobs from women who were being paid to do it. Barb definitely fell into the first category and not only did she seem to enjoy it, she was damned good at it. I'm not huge at just under 7" but some women definitely gagged before it was all the way in their mouth but with Barb, there was no hesitation, no gagging and her nose was right against my crotch. It didn't take long to go from her sucking my cock, to me thrusting my hips up off the chair. Eventually I just stood up so I could pretty much fuck her mouth and fuck it I did. Even as I thrust my cock in and out of her mouth, she kept the suction going and did some amazing things with her tongue. It had been a few weeks since my most recent girlfriend and I had split so when I finally came, it was a big load and I could feel her throat gripping my cock even tighter as she swallowed it all.

As I softened, she let my cock slip out from between her lips but made sure that she licked all the traces of my cum off as she went. Right about then, I'd have done anything she wanted but I wanted to keep things going the way they were so I tipped her head back so she was looking up at me and said, "That was pretty good, you've been a good girl so if you'd still like, I'll see if I can make your bum feel better. How about we go inside?"

Without waiting for an answer, I kicked off my pants, took her hand and led her inside and to the bedroom. After moving a couple of pillows to the middle, I said, "Here, put these under your belly to keep your bum up in the air."

When Barb was in position, I moved behind her and gave her red ass a quick kiss, then one on the other side. That got me a quiet, "mmmm" that quickly changed to an 'ow' when the palm of my hand landed right where each kiss had been placed. For the next 10 or so minutes, I went back and forth between kissing her ass, running my tongue across a cheek and giving her the occasional swat with my hand. Sometimes it would be four or five kisses before a swat, sometimes it would be two swats in a row but each time I lightly ran my fingers across her slit, it felt wetter than the time before. Eventually I gave in to what I wanted and was pretty sure she wanted too and ran my tongue slowly the length of her slit. I was expecting a reaction but not as much as I got, she moaned, groaned, quivered, twitched and finally let out a loud, "Oh FUCK!" at the same time that she squirted a little.

Now at 55, I certainly didn't get hard a second time as fast as I had when I was 25 but I was still able to go for a second round with the right stimulation and apparently the stimulation had been good because I was back at full mast again. Leaning forward, I whispered, "Your ass still feels really hot, have you ever been fucked from behind right after spanking?"