Folding the laundry

When they step into a hallway, Tom realizes how exposed he really is.
With all his clothes currently being washed and with the key to his apartment hanging at a chain around Ms.Irving neck.
He was completely at her mercy.
As she led him naked using his erect penis as a leash he could just follow.
Ms.Irving stops in front of her apartment.
She left Tom's penis and opened the door.
Then she stood to the side, and gestured to Tom to go inside.
Still holding a full laundry basket, he obediently stepped through the door.
As he walked past Ms.Irving, she gently slapped his naked buttcheek.
Which ushered him inside faster.
“Good boy,” she said and locked the door behind them
Once inside Tom looked around.
The apartment had the same floor plan as his own.
But that was the only similarity.
His apartment looked like a teenager's bedroom.
However Ms.Irving's apartment was mature, like a real adult person lived there.
Tom blushed as he thought about this.
“Put that basket here.”
Ms.Irving pointed at the dining table.
Tom reluctantly did as he was told.
With the basket at the table he lost his only cover.
So he decided to stand very close to the table.
In an attempt to cover his erection.
Ms.Irving looked like she didn't care.
She again stood next to him.
“Fold it!”
She commanded and watched as Tom started to fold her clothes.
He took the red thong into his hands and try to fold them.
SLAP
She spanked his buttcheek.
It didn't hurt just sting but Tom jerked his pelvis in an attempt to escape the next one.
But instead of another slap, Ms.Irving put her hand on his cheek and squeezed.
“Careful with that. These are expensive.”
She whispered into his ear and patted his butt.
He nodded and continued folding.
Now more carefully.
As he proceeded through the basket he could still feel Ms.Irving's palm on his naked butt.
She fondled it, patted and squeezed.
All that attention kept his penis erect and throbbing.
When he folded the last piece she again slapped him, but this time it was more gentle.
“Good boy.”
“Can I go now?” Tom asked with a trembling voice.
“Not yet, you still weren't punished.”
“Please don't spank me.”
He begged.
“You saying you don't want to be spanked.”
Ms.Irving said “but this thing twitches every time we mention a spanking.”
She added and looked at Tom's penis and he twitche again.
“Don't worry, if you take your punishment as a big boy. I will reward you.”
Ms.Irving cooed into Tom's ear and traced her finger from the base of his penis to his tip.
Tom tremble.
“OK.” Was the only thing he was capable of saying.
Again Ms.Irving took him by the penis and led him into a living room.
There she let him stand in the middle.
“Hands behind your head.”
Tom again obeyed, he had not much choice.
Ms.Irving walked around him.
Studying his naked body.
“You have a beautiful butt. It will look so nice red and warm after the spanking” She said and sat on a couch.
Then she gestured to him to lay over her lap.
Tom reluctantly moved to the position.
Furiously blushing.
As he lay over Ms.Irving's tights.
She opened her legs so his hard penis could glide between them.
Then she closed them, squeezing his balls and penis enveloping it with the fabric of her skirt.
Tom wiggle his hips, in an attempt to find a more comfortable position.
Which caused his butt to wiggle too.
For a few seconds Ms.Irving observed, as his buttcheeks flexed and moved.
Then she put her hand on his left buttcheek and gently squeezed.
Tom froze waiting for her next move.
“Are you ready?” She asked and patted the left cheek.
“I think, yes.” Mumbled Tom.
As he said that, the first slap landed on his butt.
He yelped, more from the surprise then from the pain.
Ms.Irving didn't hold back.
And started metodickly spanking Tom's butt.
Switching between his buttcheeks.
Stinging pain started to quickly build up.
Tom moaned and gasped.
Trying to handle these new sensations.
Ms.Irving watched with a glee as Tom's butt started to change color.
Red tone started to appear on his buttcheeks.
She continued with the spanking.
Not slowing down.
Rhythmically delivering spanks on both of his cute cheeks.
SLAP on the left.
SLAP on the right
Left.
Right.
Left.
Right.
Tom started to wiggle his butt more.
Trying to avoid her hand.
But it was in vain.
She was holding him in place.
And the slaps continued to land perfectly on his cute bottom.
After a few minutes, Tom started to whimper.
The pleasurable sensation changed to pain.
Even his erection disappeared.
Ms.Irving smiled when she felt his throbbing boner turning to a flaccid state.
But she continued with the spanking.
Through the yelps and whimpers, Tom managed to beg her to stop.
“Not yet.”
Was all what Ms.Irving said.
She delivered more slaps on his distinctly red butt.
Then she stopped.
Tom lay like a ragdoll over her laps.
Breathing heavily and quiet whimpers escaping his lips.
His buttcheeks still stinged.
It was painful but on the other hand he felt a strange feeling of pleasure.
He flinched when he suddenly felt a cold hand couped his left cheek.
Ms.Irving squeezed it gently and said.
“It's over, for now. You took it like a god boy Tommy.”
He didn't say anything.
“Oh these are so red and warm.” Ms.Irving continued talking and fondling Tom's blistered butt.
She patted it, gently squeezed and massaged his cheeks.
She could feel Tom's erection coming back.
She chuckled when she heard him quietly moan as she fondled his red warm butt.
“Now stand up!” She commanded and waited for him to stand in front of her.
His throbbing erection pointed to her face.
She smiled and stroked him once, twice.
Then she led him to the corner.
“Stand here, nose to the corner, hands behind your head. Don't move, don't touch your butt!”
He did as she told him.
Ms.Irving then sat into the chair, and for a few minutes enjoyed the sight of a naked boy with a red butt standing in the corner of her living room.