I placed her dinner on the table as she descended the stairs, wearing her fluffy red bathrobe, carrying the slotted wooden spatula.
“Face the wall,” she ordered as she sat down to eat.
I obeyed. The apron she had given me to wear only covered my front, so she had full view of my bare ass, no doubt a bright shade of pink by now. I was now half way through the punishment she had prescribed for my earlier attitude problem. I played back the first spanking in my head as she ate. I recalled the shame I had experienced as I stood next to her like a naughty little boy waiting for the family bathroom to be free, wooden spoon in her hand. I thought about the second spanking she gave me when we got home, and I remembered the pain and ecstasy as she jerked me off between smacks. My imagination ran wild as I tried to guess what else she had in store for me this evening. I felt my penis getting hard again and I inched my hands under the front of the apron and began rubbing it. I heard her rise from her seat and an instant later felt a stinging smack from the spatula on my left butt cheek followed by a second one on my right.
“Hands at your side,” she commanded. “Now turn around and take off the apron.”
I obeyed, and stood naked before her again, a full erection forming. She tapped it gently with the spatula and then gave it a light smack. She then produced a small bottle of lube from her pocket and poured a bead down my penis. Taking a few steps back she opened her robe, revealing the strap on she was wearing. She was otherwise nude, and at the sight of her barr breasts and erect nipples, I began stroking myself. She put a bead of lube down her own pink rubber cock. We faced one another, rubbing our respective falaces until finally I came a little. I had been mostly drained from earlier, but what small amount I did produce dripped onto the apron lying at my feet. My hardon started to fade, and my dick became flaccid in my hand, she stroked the strap on even more vigorously. She motioned to the living room and smacked me hard across the ass with the spatula as I walked toward it.
“Bend over that,” she said, pointing to the couch. She removed her robe and spread it over the arm. I caressed her body with my eyes, taking in her every curve. The way the straps hugged the folds beneath her butt cheeks and framed her perfect ass was nothing short of emaculate. I wanted to grab it, kiss it, bury my face in it, but I knew better than to touch her without permission at a time like this. I layed myself across the arm of the couch, tucking my dick so it dangled between my legs and spreading them enough that I could feel the cool air of the room on my butthole. She immediately began spanking me. After about a dozen hard swats I heard the cap for the lube pop back open and felt it run down my butt crack and collect on my balls which were fully exposed. And then I felt the strap on against my anus, slowly penetrating until her hips touched my burning cheeks.
She slid it out slowly about half way and then thrust it back in. My face pushed into the couch cushions as she fucked me, increasing in speed and intensity, until finally she screamed with orgasmsmic pleasure.
She slowly slid her cock out and slapped each cheek with it, reveling in its size and stiffness in contrast to my now nonexistent erection. She delivered another onslaught of smacks with the spatula, alternating between cheeks at first and then moving to the backs of my legs, before ordering me to stand up.
“Wash that apron,” she ordered. “And then you may take a shower. Come back downstairs when you’re done and bring the last spoon with you. Don’t even think about getting dressed.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I said.
