I step out of the shower feeling relaxed. It’s early Sunday morning and I spent the night at Geena’s apartment, again. As I dry off with my towel, I can’t miss the scent of bacon and coffee coming from her kitchen. I bet she’s making pancakes too!

I step out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. I look around for my clothes, but can’t locate them. Did I strip in the living room last night? Probable. I wrap the towel around my waste and head out in search of clothes, coffee, and bacon. Not necessarily in that order.

She’s sitting on the couch in her living-room, both hands cradling a cup of coffee as she takes a sip. She looks up at me and grins. “Hey Tiger, how are you doing this morning?” she asks. “Last night was pretty wild,” she adds before taking another sip of her coffee.

“I’m good, but I can’t seem to find my clothes anywhere. Have you seen them?”

“Well, yes, in fact I did,” she responds. But there’s something in the tone of her voice. “When I got up to make you breakfast and coffee, I came out here and your dirty clothes were everywhere. It was as if you were in such a rush to strip for me last night, you didn’t care where you threw your dirty, nasty clothes.”

Uh oh. I know she’s teasing, but where is this headed? “Um, I’m sorry babe?” I try, but I know how pathetic it sounds.

“I understand, you’re just a naughty, dirty, horny boy. And naughty boys need punished. Now, hand me your towel.” I know not to hesitate to obey, so I immediately remove my towel and hand it to her. I instantly feel the warmth in my cheeks as I blush at standing fully naked in front of her. She puts the towel on her lap.

“We have about 10 minutes before I need to start making the pancakes. Go to the kitchen and retrieve my pancake flipper. Bring it back to me.” I’m feeling my heart race a bit as I turn to head into her kitchen. I’ve enjoyed her little spankings for awhile now, but she’s just recently started experimenting with using impact toys. A kitchen tool is certainly a first.

I return with her pancake-flipper – a black, plastic spatula. I hand it to her, and she grins as she makes a couple test swats in the air. “Now, assume the position on my lap.”

I lay over her lap, being careful to prop myself up with my legs and arms so as not to put too much of my weight on her. Her hand moves smoothly across my ass cheeks, and she alternates between gently massaging and roughly grabbing flesh. Suddenly she lifts her hand and returns with a satisfying SMACK. I jerk just a little, not at any pain, but in response to the sudden change in sensation.

She continues giving me firm spankings with her hand. After every couple of smacks, her hand lingers on my flesh, rubbing the pain away. At this point, my cock is growing, and I understand why she put down the towel on her lap. She doesn’t want me soiling her clothes.

Suddenly, I feel the flat, plastic kitchen utensil resting against my ass. I prepare for what’s about to happen, but she doesn’t give me much time before she lifts, and then brings her tool down on my ass. I’m surprised at how different the sting from this new tool feels, but before I have time to consider, she’s smacking me again.

And again.

And again.

In fact, she’s brought her pancake-turner down hard on the same exact area of my ass a half-dozen times in a row, and it is really starting to sting. I can’t hold still.

“Oooh, baby. I love when you squirm around like that for me.” She’s paused and returned to rubbing my sore rear with her bare hand. “Now just relax, we’re only getting started.”

And with that, she uses her hand to deliver several smacks in a row. Not only am I squirming around on her lap, I’m also letting out whimpers with each smack.

She stops for a minute to pickup her kitchen tool again, and I steady myself. Hopefully she’ll aim for some new real estate this time!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I jump forward as each new smack lands on the same area of my ass. “Oh fuck!” I scream as another loud SMACK lands.

SMACK! SMACK!

The sensation of each impact is more than I can handle, and my body starts to shiver between smacks.

“Oh my, your ass is getting really red! How are you doing baby?” she asks. I grunt and let out a meek “ok.”

Her hand is rubbing the area that has been the focus of this session. It feels so good in comparison to the harsh treatment, and I start to let my guard down. Suddenly she’s at it again, only this time she’s using her tool on the other side of my ass.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I’m starting to make louder, more urgent sounds with each smack. My cock is rock hard, oozing pre-cum.

She continues to use the tool on my bare ass, alternating locations where she brings it down. My heart is racing and my head is starting to spin, when suddenly I hear a bell ringing in the kitchen.

“Oh, time to start the pancakes. You were a good boy, Mike. Are you hungry?”

“I sure am,” I say. Almost as if on-cue my stomach rumbles. She has me stand up, and as I do so my hands reach back to feel the damage. I can’t believe how much it is stinging!

“Mmm, baby, I love your ass!” she growls. I avoid making eye contact, knowing I’ll turn red. “And I especially like when your red ass cheeks match those cheeks on your face!” That does it, I know I’m blushing now.

I hang out on the couch, naked, as she goes and finishes breakfast. My cock is calming down, and we both know this is just the beginning of what’s likely going to be a very interesting Sunday.