Back to the laundry room

Tom started to feel uneasy.
Standing naked in the corner of his neighbor's living room.
His freshly spanked butt facing the room.
He didn't know how long he stood there.
But it felt like hours.
He could hear Ms.Irving behind him.
She was moving around her apartment.
Probably taking care of her laundry.
From time to time she stepped behind him and touched his still warm buttcheeks.
Patting and squeezing them.
Which makes his erect penis throb and twitch.
He didn't understand how he can be so hard in a situation like this.
His thoughts were interrupted by knocking at the door.
“Don't move, don't turn.” She said to him and he could hear her go to the door.
“Who could that be?” asked Ms.Irving to herself.
Tom wanted to know it too.
Mainly because he didn't want anyone else to see him like this.
Spanked, naked, standing in the corner, like a naughty boy.
“Oh Helen, how can I help you?” He heard Ms.Irving's voice from the door.
His heart skipped the beat.
It was his other neighbor, old Ms.Scott.
From the day he moved here, she was looking at him like he stole something from her.
“Listen, I wanted to ask? Are you doing the laundry? Someone is occupying all the machines.”
“No it's not me.” Ms.Irving answered
“It must be that brat Tom then. Someone should put him over the lap and spank him. He needs to learn some discipline. “
Hissed Helen Scott.
Which caused Ms.Irving to laugh.
Tom moved in his corner, just slightly to flex his aching muscles.
It wasn't easy to stand without moving.
Suddenly a loud gasp echoed behind him.
Tom got a bad feeling, but didn't turn to see if he was right.
Even without it, his bad feeling was acknowledged, when Ms.Scott said.
“I see i wasn't the only one who wanted to put their hands on that butt.”
“Would you mind if I borrow him for a moment.”
Asked Helen.
“Not at all, just send him back when you will be done with him.”
Ms.Irving approached Tom and whispered to his ear.
“Now be a good boy, go with Helen and do everything she commands.”
With the last word she squeezed both of his buttcheeks.
“To the laundry room!” Ms.Scott commanded when Tom reluctantly turned to face her.
He covered his erect penis.
Which wasn't easy in his aroused state.
With one hand he pushed his shaft to his belly, with the other hand he cupped his balls.
When he thought that he was properly covered he looked at the two women.
Both of them was watching his attempt with smiles on their faces.
“Go first, I want to look at that juice red butt.” Ms.Scott ordered.
Tom reluctantly walked from the apartment and started walking into the laundry room.
Followed by Helen.
She was immensely enjoying the sight of Tom's spanked butt flexing in front of her.
When they entered the laundry room, Tom saw a basket full of clothes.
“Empty the machines so I can wash my things.”
Ms.Scott commanded and slapped Tom's butt.
He make step to the closest machine and opened the lid.
As he bent to take the clothes out.
He realized he must be showing everything to Ms.Scott.
“Stay like that and put your legs apart.”
She commanded and he could feel her approach him.
Her hand cupped his balls.
“Continue.”
Tom took his clothes from the machine, while he tried to ignore his older neighbor playing with his ballsack.
Which wasn't easy.
He realized he had no basket for his clothes but a slightly painful squeeze of his balls assured him to continue.
So he just put the clothes on top of the machine.
When he emptied the first one, he tried to straighten, but Ms.Scott's hand around his ball sack didn't allow him to.
So still bent over, he awkwardly moved to the next one.
He must look ridiculous doing that because Ms.Scott started to laugh.
Similar like the first one he emptied all the machines.
Only after that Ms.Scott let him go.
When he straightened she stood next to him and her hand couped his buttcheek. And the other grabbed his erection.
She started stroking it.
Tom gasped and watched as Ms.Scott's hand moved up and down.
He started to enjoy it but after only a five or six storks she let go.
“Good boy, you can do a good job when you want.”
She said with a smile.
“Or when you have proper incentives.” And with that she slapped his buttcheek.
Tom hissed and his pelvis jerked.
“Now put your things away.”
“How? I don't have a basket.” Tom said.
“Can I borrow yours?” He asked with a small trace of hope.
“Can I borrow yours, Madame.” Corrected him Mis.Scott and slapped his cheek again.
“Can I borrow yours, Madame?” Tom said meekly and blushed.
“No. Use this.” Ms.Scott said and showed him a plastic black garbage bag.
He took it and started putting his still slightly wet clothes inside.
After the last pieces disappeared in the bag, Ms.Scott said.
“You can go now.” And with the last pat on his butt, she sent him walking.
Tom gladly left, again walking naked through the hallway to his apartment.
His penis hard and throbbing from Ms.Scott manipulation.
Standing in front of his door he remembered he doesn't have his key.
He sighed with frustration and put his forehead on the door.
Trying to calm down.
“Missing something?” Ms.Irving's voice echoed behind him.
“Maybee this?”
Tom turned around and saw her standing in her open door.
One hand on her hip, the other holding the chain around her neck with two keys hanging on it.
Tom again mesmerized by the smaller key.
Took a few seconds to look Ms.Irving into the eyes.
“Can I have the key?” He asked.