It started with the laundry

Tom filled the last washing machine and put his laundry basket on top of it.
Then he looked at a row of three machines currently cleaning all his clothes.
He delayed his laundry as long as possible.
But today he got to the point that only clean clothes he had were old worn off shorts, which barely hold on his hips.
When he was walking into the laundry room, he was anxious.
The shorts could fall off at any point, with every step he felt the waistband moving lower and lower inch by inch.
And with hands full of dirty clothes he couldn't hold them.
Luckily for him he didn't meet any of his neighbors.
He took an empty basket and turned around.
His eyes meet with his forty years old neighbor Ms.Irving.
Tom was 26 years old, but every time when she saw her he felt like stupid teenager.
Mainly because she looks like a librarian from the porn.
Even now she was wearing a long skirt, blouse and glasses.
Her hair tied into a tight bun.
“Oh, Tommy, good to see you.” She greeted him when she saw him standing there.
Her eyes scanned his nearly naked body.
He trembled.
From her standpoint he must look naked to her.
His shorts were hidden by the basket.
“Hi, Ms.Irving..”
He managed to stutter.
For some reason he had trouble speaking with her.
Maybe because of her age and the aura of authority she radiated.
He felt almost like a boy in her presence.
“Doing laundry, I see.” She said nonchalantly as she walked into a room and stood next to him.
He noded.
“For a moment I thought you were naked.” She said with a smirk.
Ms.Irving looked over three running washing machines.
Not waiting for his reaction.
“Big load?” she asked.
“What?”
“You are running three machines.” She pointed at them.
“O, yeah. I needed to clean all my clothes. I neglected it in the last few weeks.” He explained.
Blushing for some reason.
Ms.Irving shakes her head.
“You dirty boy, what would you mother say if she knew you were neglecting your chores?”
She asked with a smile.
Tom looked down and quietly said.
“She will be mad.”
“Now be a good boy and help me.” Ms.Irving said and kneeled next to Tom.
He felt her hand on his naked tights when she pushed him to the side.
He was standing right infront of her washing machine.
She opened it and started to take her clothes out of it.
Putting it into a basket Tom was holding.
He watched as his basket started to fill with several pieces of women's underwear.
“So, what would your Mother do, if she knew how you were neglecting your chores?”
Asked Ms.Irving and continued with emptying the washing machine.
“I bet she would punish you.”
She said and stood up, looking into Tom's eyes.
He gulped and watched as Ms.Irving put the last piece of her laundry into his basket.
Red thong was laying there, Tom was mesmerized by them.
Tring to imagine how they look on Ms.Irving.
“Yes,” he managed to say after a few seconds of awkward silence.
Ms.Irving moved behind him and leaned closer, so she could whisper into his ear.
“How would she punish you?”
Tom trembled, her closeness and his lack of clothing made him nervous.
“She would take my PC and ground me.”
He managed to say.
“Pfff, those are weak punishments.” Ms.Irving disapprovingly.
“There is only one punishment which guarantees that boys will take their chores seriously.”
She said.
“Do you want to know what?”
Tom just nodded, feeling her clothes on his skin as she moved even closer.
She put her hands on his shoulder, as if she wanted to hold him in place.
“They get spanked,” she whispered and playfully slapped his butt over his shorts.
It was very gentle, but her touch made Tom exhale from the surprise.
“So do you think you deserve a spanking?”
She asked matter of factly. And lovers her hands to his hips.
Tom couldn't believe what was happening.
His mature neighbor, the main star of many of his erotic dreams.
Was just groping him and talking about spanking.
And the fact that he was wearing only old stretched shorts, wasn't helping.
He could feel his penis starting to erect.
Pushing the old fabric away from his body.
“It seems you lied to me Tommy.” Ms.Irving said and put her fingers under the waistband of Toms shorts.
“You told me, you are washing all your clothes. But you forget one piece.”
She said, pulled the waistband from his body and let it snap back.
Tom felt as the stretched fabric slightly fell down.
Revealing top of his butt.
Ms.Irving hands returned to his hips.
“How about we correct it?”
She asked and Tom felt his shorts being pulled down.
She was doing it agonizingly slowly.
Tom didn't move, not knowing how to react to being stripped by his mature neighbor.
Well one part of him knows how to react in situations like this.
His penis was hard and throbbing.
Pushing the old shorts to its limit.
As they were being pulled down, they bent his penis until they slipped from it.
His penis sprung up and slapped to the bottom of the basket.
Ms.Irving laughed, and continued lovering the shorts.
When they wear around Tom's ankles.
She instructed him to step from them.
He must take his flip-flops off so it would be easy for him to do so.
Still holding the basket he managed to step from his only pieces of clothing.
He was glad that he was holding the basket.
It covered his front.
However kneeling Ms.Irving had definitely seen all of his glory.
She took his shorts, and stood up.
As she was standing, she grazed his now naked butt with her fingers.
He instinctively clenched his cheeks when he felt her fingers on his skin.
“Now we can put this filthy rug to wash.”
She said holding Tom's shorts in her hand.
Then she looked through the short pockets.
In one she found a key.
Tom watched with slight fear as she took a delicate chain from under her blouse.
On it was a small key, she added his apartment key next to it, and then she hid it under her blouse.
Tom gulped again when he imagined where exactly his key ended.
Between Ms.Irving's boobs.
As he thinked about them, he didn't notice she threw his shorts into an empty washing machine and started the washing cycle.
“Now your punishment.” Ms.Irving voice interrupted Tom's thoughts.
“Ppunishment?”
“As I say, you need to be punished for being a lazy, dirty boy. Lets go.”
She said and to his complet shock, she reached under the basket and grabbed his erect penis.
With a mischievous smile she started to drag him into the hallway.
Using his penis as a leash