Chapter 4

After putting out several fires on Monday including one of the workers falling from a ladder, spraining an ankle badly. I don’t tolerate tough guys. If I tell you to go to the hospital to get it checked out, you better be on your way before I hang up with you. I am a safety freak. My dad had a guy get killed on a site because the bracing for a stairway wasn’t put in correctly. He leaned up against it fell three stories and passed away a couple of days later. His family sued and we settled out of court for a very significant amount. My dad was quick to pay and set up a college fund for the construction workers child.

After that, my dad became obsessed with safety. We were the first construction company to have defibrillators on-site at every construction project we were doing. Everyone had to know where it was in case of an emergency. We doubled our spending on safety almost immediately. Workers all had to take CPR classes. We had a specific place at each site to take workers if there was an incident. If the injury wasn’t that bad, they were taken to the nearest immediate care center. Every supervisor knew exactly where the center was. The supervisors don’t always like the safety precautions we put in place. But if they want to work for us, they have to know all the rules.

Tuesday was better. I got out at a decent hour and was able to work in my home gym with my trainer. I just hired a new guy to come in three times a week. I buy out his time from 5 to 7 o’clock every day we train. As soon as I met him on Monday afternoon/evening when I finally got home. Monday was our first day. When this guy showed up at my house, I thought I was done for. He was this gorgeous hunk of a man, about mid to late twenties. He was supposed to be the best. I was out of shape. Big time. I wasn’t overweight, well maybe 5 pounds at the most, but all I do is sit in an office chair all day. My home gym has everything I could possibly need. I have a high-quality treadmill. Weights, an elliptical, several other cardio machines, and any other thing he requests. When my dad built this home, the basement was a mancave with a pool table, big screen TV, and all the other amenities. When I moved into the house, I just couldn’t take the mancave apart. It was such a reminder of my dad and brothers.

A couple of years ago, I finally got up the nerve to redo the mancave into a workout room. It’s as big as some gyms you pay for. Like I said, I put some other things in that the trainer asked for. I had everything installed by the time my new trainer was ready to start with me. He worked me ragged on Monday. I slept so well that night. But the next morning I felt like I got hit by one of our cement trucks. I walked around Tuesday moaning and groaning and not in a good way. I was walking like a little old lady, and everyone was making fun of the boss. I took it in stride, joking about how this guy was coming back the next day to torture me again. Being that I was starting to like the BDSM lifestyle, I kind of liked the way John was making me feel while we were working out. He wasn’t mean or nasty like a drill sergeant. He was just encouraging. He sometimes would put his hand on my lower back, and I would get tingles in my core. He was doing it for me just like Steve was. I never dated more than one guy at a time. But if John made a move on me, I think I would have a hard time saying no.

On Wednesday, I told Steve I would try to be there by seven. I mentioned that I was working out three days a week and that I would be over right after I showered. Now I had one hunk coming over at five and one at seven o’clock. This was bringing out the old beast in me. When I was in college, I had a lot of boyfriends. I even got asked to go on “Girls Gone Wild” once. I almost signed the waiver but chickened out at the last moment. But a lot of college guys got to play with these tits and do lots of other things to me. John came over right at five and we got started right away. I had many big mirrors installed in the gym like they have in most health clubs. The mirrors allowed me to see if John was checking out my ass or tits. I caught him several times but didn’t say anything. But I knew I had him on the hook if I decided to fuck him. Two guys in a week would be amazing. Two different guys had not been an option since college. I never had a threesome, but if John ended up being into some of this kinky stuff, maybe I can live out a fantasy.

By the time John left on Wednesday, we had a full session that included a lot of flirting. I was already sure if I led him upstairs, he would fuck me with that stellar body of his as soon as we hit the bed. But tonight, I got to see the BDSM room at Steve’s. Every time I thought about it, I got just a little bit wet. I got in the shower after John left and got dressed in some different clothes I bought at a specialty store a couple of towns over. I didn’t want one of my guys walking in on me buying leather pants and some other naughty things. I wanted Steve to spank me in the leather pants. I bought a beautiful underwear set that included a nice thong and a lace half bra. I wanted my nipples showing when I got to Steve’s house. I wanted him good and turned on before we started.

When I pulled up to Steve’s house, I was more than a little nervous. I still wasn’t sure about this lifestyle and whether or not I wanted to be involved in it. After Monday, I was a little sore and wasn’t sure that I was turned on by the aftermath of the night before. I’m not talking about the workout pain. I’m talking about the spanking pain and the ass pain from the anal fucking. I wasn’t sure I could take another night like that. But I won’t know until I try. Steve was waiting in the kitchen of his home which was surprisingly clean for a bachelor’s home. I showed him my leather pants, sticking my ass out right in spanking range. When he lays a big one on me the sound his hand makes against the leather pants is amazing. He eventually pulls me over his knees and gives me ten good spankings. When he stops, he tells me, “I need to spank your bare ass to make this a turn-on for me. Let’s go upstairs. Do you want a drink before I show you the room? I ask him for a rum and Coke. He has a beer. We walk upstairs and stop at the third bedroom on the right. It has a keyed lock on it. Steve reaches into his pocket and grabs his keys. He pulls out the one that opens the door.