Part 58
As Pam was retrieving the cookie dough, Neal, Mark and Rob walked into the kitchen. All three of them stopped short, surprised by the rear view of Pam in only her apron, her blue-pantied butt in the open air.
Neal whistled softly, and Pam spun around, instantly blushing. Neal smiled and said, "My compliments to the chef."
Pam scowled at him, and instinctively put her hands to her sides, smoothing the sides of the apron. Tim said, "Don't let us bother you, Pam. Those cookies aren't going to prepare themselves."
She gave him a dirty look, but he just grinned at her, and in a moment she took a deep breath, reached behind her to tug both sides of her panties down to cover as much of her round little buns as she could, then forced herself to turn back toward the counter.
She busied herself making individual cookies out of the dough and placing them on the pan that Tim had thoughtfully provided, while all four males in the room had their eyes locked on her slender legs and perky butt, which wriggled slightly as she kneaded the cookies into shape.
"How did you ever pull this off?" Neal asked Tim.
Rob said, "These girls are gorgeous. What could they have done that made them panic enough that they'll let you make them play half-naked waitress for you?"
"For us," Tim corrected him. "And you're welcome."
Mark said, "Thank you, thank you!"
"I never thought you had it in you!" Neal said, admiringly.
As Pam half-turned to get some more cookie dough, Rob lifted his eyes from her snug blue panties to her pretty, blushing face, half in profile to him. "What did you do to deserve this, Pam?"
She clenched her jaw, but said nothing.
"She was a very naughty young lady," Tim said. "And she deserves everything that's happening to her tonight. Isn't that right, Pam?" When she didn't respond for a moment, Tim insisted. "Isn't that right?"
She sighed. "Yes. I deserve this."
Tim smiled at his friends. "Honesty is always the best policy."
"What did they do?!" Rob said. "This is driving me crazy!"
"You'll never know," Tim said. "But you're benefiting from their punishment, and that's all you need to know."
As he was speaking, Pam finished kneading the last of the cookies into shape. She lifted the pan, then bent to pull down the door of the oven. As she did so, her sexy little panties stretched into a partial wedgie, and Tim saw his opportunity. As more of Pam's buns slipped into view, she bent forward enough that the little pouch of blue fabric beneath her butt revealed the cutest rear view of a camel toe.
Tim stepped forward and reached out with his right hand, making a fist and extending his right thumb upwards. He jabbed it gently up into Pam's camel toe and said, "Whoop!"
The startled brunette hopped forward, slamming the pan onto the oven rack, then spinning and slapping at Tim's arm. "You asshole!"
The guys were laughing, and so was Tim, but he waggled a finger at Pam, whose outraged look immediately turned worried. Tim turned back to his friends. "Why don't you guys head back into the living room. You don't want to see this."
"I think we do," Mark said, as Rob said, "We absolutely do!" at the same moment.
Tim said, "Go on. We'll join you in a minute."
The guys smiled at Pam and protested good naturedly, then turned and left. Pam said, "Come on. I didn't mean anything by that."
"I know," Tim said, "I just surprised you."
"Yes."
"You acted instinctively, without even thinking."
"Exactly," she agreed.
"That's why I'm not mad," Tim said. "Now close that oven door, and clean off the counter. Pam looked at him for a moment, then turned to do as he said.
Tim stepped forward, grabbed the sides of Pam's panties and tugged them down and over her butt, letting them fall to her ankles. She yipped and started to turn, but Tim put one hand in the small of her back, and tapped one of her calves with the other. "Kick them off.
Pam started to protest, thought better of it, then stepped out of her panties and kicked them to one side. Tim retrieved them and put them in his pocket. "That's better. When the cookies are done, put them on a plate and bring them in and serve them. And try to position yourself carefully, because you are going to feel pretty silly if everybody sees the bright red handprint on your pale white ass."
"I don't have a--" Pam started to say, before Tim gave a stinging slap to her right butt cheek with his right hand.
"Yowch!" Pam said, hopping away from him. She turned and glared at him, reaching around behind her, but Tim's words stopped her.
"Don't rub it!" She froze, her right hand halfway into position to rub the rising sting out of her spanked cheek. "Unless you want a matching one on the other side..." he said, leaving the thought hanging.
Pam glared for another few seconds, then turned back to her work. Tim looked at her luscious, now-bared bottom. His handprint was now a barely visible pink, and he knew that it would redden up quite nicely by the time the cookies were done.
He said, "I'm going to rejoin our guests. But I could pop my head in here at any moment, and if I catch you rubbing that naughty little ass of yours, I'm going to strip off that apron and put you over my knee in front of everybody, and I will spank you until you're crying like a baby."
Pam didn't say anything, and after a moment, Tim turned and left the room.
Pam stole a glance back over her shoulder, and saw that he was gone. She could feel the rising heat in her exposed tush, but she didn't dare try to sooth it. Instead, she set the timer on the oven, and started cleaning up, trying not to think of what she must look like from behind, wearing only the apron that revealed more than it hid.
Tim peeked his head back around the corner to the kitchen, hoping to catch Pam trying to rub the sting out of her sexy, spanked butt. But she was dutifully cleaning up, as ordered. He watched the attractive sight for a moment, then turned and walked into the living room.
"Okay," he announced, getting everyone's attention. "While the lovely Pam is preparing some cookies, it's time to tell you the prop bets for the second half."
Several of the guys grinned, and the girls gave each other worried looks. "What's a 'prop bet'?" Mia asked.
Anna said, "I don't know, but I don't like the sound of it."
"What's a prop bet?" Julie asked Tim.
