Author: The Naughty Gaffer brndtag at mcn.net. Please use “Story Comments” in subject line if you send e-mail.
Title: Jennifer and Amber: Jennifer’s Panties 
Keywords: Mf, spank, oral, nymphet
Summary: Jennifer has built up a long list of misbehaviors and it’s time to clear the backlog

I am the happy friend of two nymphets, Jennifer and Amber. They are sprites or spirits of some form, a gift of God in my – well, I tried for a term other than old age but that’s what it is, my old age. They are a cheerful light in a good life, but a life that lost so much when I lost my darling years ago. Any time that I sleep, I might wake to find one or both of my nymphets have joined me.
Nymphets are specifically sexual spirits. Their male equivalents are studlings. Amber once acknowledged that she and her nymphet friends like to peek at the studlings, who also like to peek at them. They don’t do anything else together, though. Nymphets have their friends in this world, like me, and we are their only sexual partners. Mine appear every few weeks.
I woke after an afternoon nap to find Jennifer was on the couch. She was wearing a typical outfit for a teen girl of fourteen with rather permissive parents: a spaghetti-strap top like a camisole that stopped short of her belly button and a pair of low-cut denim shorts. Her shorts were very short indeed. Jennifer was lying on her tummy, her feet crossed in the air, playing with my cat. I could see a peek of pink panties under her shorts and I enjoyed the sight very much.
Jennifer looked over at me after a moment. “Uncle Grouchy, it’s time you woke up,” she said. “I’m hungry and it’s time for you to make supper.” My nymphets have many charming qualities of young teens – they eat heartily, they giggle a lot, they take baths and they are sometimes naughty. They don’t go to the bathroom, have periods or get pregnant, naturally enough. Any inconvenience of a nymphet is always part of her fun.
Jennifer jumped off the couch and into my lap. Jennifer and her best-friend-forever, her partner Amber, are both very fond of sitting in my lap. Actually, I’m very fond of having them in my lap, one or both, so they love to sit in my lap. Nymphets, it turns out, always like the kind of play that their partners like. As Jennifer sat in my lap, I enjoyed the feel of her small bottom on my thighs and I looked at her delightful breasts shaping her top. Her nipples were standing pertly under the thin pink cotton.
Jennifer threw her arms around my neck and gave me a deep French kiss. I put my arms around her waist and hugged her around her bare tummy and back. Naturally my right hand came to rest on her bottom and my left hand on her waist. Jennifer broke off our kiss and smiled at me as I patted her bottom.
“Can we have hot dogs and macaroni for dinner?” she asked.
“Sure, darling. What do you want for dessert?”
“How about pudding? With whipped cream, please,” she said. We found our way out of the chair and into the kitchen. Jennifer was barefoot and looked darling in her shorts and her little top. My kitchen is big enough that I could move a little ways from Jennifer and enjoy her figure in her scanty clothes. It’s also small enough that I could find ways to bump into her “accidentally” and she bumped into me a lot too. Many of these little collisions turned into hugs and snuggles of various kinds. I made sure to caress her thighs and to gently brush her breasts to keep her nipples as tight as I could.
We had a lovely dinner together, finishing with the pudding as requested. We washed the dishes together. Jennifer giggled often as she flicked water onto me repeatedly.
“That’s the kind of thing that can get a girl a spanking,” I warned her repeatedly. She smiled, her red hair flouncing as she turned or moved around.
“Uncle Grouchy, I’ve been up to a lot of mischief,” she said. “Remember when I came in the night, when your grandkids were here?”
“That’s right,” I said. “You were naughty but I couldn’t give you a real spanking then.”
“And there’s this,” Jennifer said, flicking water again. “And this,” she said, suddenly lifting the waist of her top and flashing me with her delightful small tits. “And this,” as she hugged me and put her hands down the back of my shorts to feel up my bottom.
“Yes, naughty indeed,” I said. “I’m sure you need your spanking.”
“Yes, I need my spanking, but not until bedtime,” Jennifer said. “I should take a bath, and put on my nightie and my panties. Then you should spank me,” she said, giggling with her hands over her mouth.
It was rather early for bath or bed or spanking, so we spent the evening playing backgammon. When  I caught Jennifer cheating a couple of times, I made her bend over the arm of the couch in her shorts and I swatted her bottom a couple of times. She alternated pouting and giggling.
Finally it was nine o’clock. “One more game,” I said.
“Yes, Uncle Grouchy,” she answered. Suddenly she put out her bottom lip as far as it could go. “But that means it’s almost time for my spanking, and I’ve been so naughty. You’re going to spank me for a long time,” she pouted.
“I certainly am,” I answered. Spanking nymphets is one of the nicest experiences a dirty old man can have. Jennifer and Amber have the two most spankable bottoms I’ve seen and I’ve never been able to decide whose is more spankable.
Jennifer lost the last game, in spite of using pixie dust again, and I told her it was time for bath and bed. “And spanking,” she said.
“Yes, and spanking. I’ll get your tub ready,” I said. I went to the bathroom and ran a warm bubble bath. The last time I had set up a bath, I had joined the girls for a marvelous naked time in the bubbles. I had enjoyed that experience very much. Jennifer came in when I called to her and stood in front of me where I knelt on the floor. I was churning the bubbles with both hands. As I turned to this lovely young girl, she raised her arms expectantly and the action pulled her breasts into a very nice pose.
I gathered the bottom of Jennifer’s little top in my hands and I pulled it over her head. Kneeling put my face just at the height of Jennifer’s breasts. As soon as I put her top on the counter, I leaned forward and kissed her tender, bare nipples. I nibbled her breast, drawing her nipple softly with my teeth to make it stand up higher. Jennifer rewarded me with a gasp and a laugh. I used my hand and my mouth in turn on each of her breasts and I finally kissed down her chest and tummy, licked her belly button and kissed down to her shorts.
I unbuttoned her denim shorts and I pulled her zipper down. It was a short pull. Her shorts fell open to show me her low-cut panties. They were pink and she had a flower right between her legs over her pubic area. I pulled her shorts all the way down and she stepped out of them. I was surprised to find that when I went to put them with her top, it was gone. Bemused, I put the shorts on the counter and I pulled my darling’s panties down below her bottom.
I was torn by two desires: to whisk her panties away and enjoy her nakedness or to linger with her panties just off of her hips and then to bring them down very slowly indeed. I went the lingering route; before I pulled Jennifer’s panties the rest of the way down, I kissed her breasts again while I caressed her smooth bare bottom. I kissed down from her belly button to her fold between her legs, barely decorated with a tiny tuft of downy red pubic hair. Finally I pulled her panties down and she stepped out of them too. I kissed her bare thighs and lightly touched my tongue to the fold that covered her vagina. This time I wasn’t surprised to find her shorts were gone when I put her panties on the counter.
I handed Jennifer into the tub and she sank into the bubbles. “This is so lovely,” she sighed. Naturally I bathed her. I washed her gently from her shoulders over her small and perky breasts. I caressed her tummy with the washcloth. Then she leaned forward. “Wash my back, please,” she said, and I enjoyed the chance to go over her from her shoulders to her bottom.
Jennifer stood up and the bubbly water shed softly from her marvelous pale skin. She turned her back to me first and showed me her nicely rounded little bottom. I washed from her waist down, pretending to be cleaning her but really enjoying the feel of her round bouncy bottom and thighs under my hand. “Uncle Grouchy, I like that,” she said among many giggles.
Jennifer turned around to face me. I started washing at her breasts, already gleaming and clean, and I kissed her wet, soapy breasts. You might expect this to be unpleasant but the bubble bath had become something more like strawberry syrup on her delicate form. I continued to wash down her tummy and over her nearly bare pubic area. My caresses here were pleasing to both of us; I was groaning a little and Jennifer alternated giggles and sighs.
I was out of excuses for bathing Jennifer finally and the bubbles had nearly disappeared. The water remained warm and Jennifer’s nipples were tight but she didn’t appear at all chilled even though she was standing with a lovely sheen on her milky skin. I took a fluffy, fresh towel and held it for Jennifer to step into. She came out of the tub and I wrapped the white cotton around her. I had almost as much fun drying her slowly and thoroughly as I had had when I was bathing her.
I put the towel back on the rack, leaving Jennifer naked and marvelous in front of me. I kissed from her neck to her knees and I caressed her down her back while I was doing it. Both of us were very aroused and happy.
On the counter, just where her top, shorts and panties were not, I found a sleep set. It was a pink gingham baby-doll nightie with matching muslin panties on top. I took the panties and held them as Jennifer stepped into them. This moment was my first glimpse of her exposed vagina tonight, a brief look at her pink lips that I would soon explore again. I pulled Jennifer’s panties up around her bottom and I patted her bottom. “You’re going to spank me harder than that,” Jennifer said with her special pout.
“Yes, little girl, naughty nymphets get spanked harder than that,” I promised her. I kissed her breasts again before I pulled her nightgown over her head so it fell into place. It was just long enough to cover her panties in front and it left them visible behind, as I could see in the mirror.
I was going to pick Jennifer up in my arms to carry her to the bedroom, but she jumped up as soon as I had her arms around my neck and she wrapped her tender legs around my waist. I wound up holding her by her panty-covered bottom and kissing her again for a moment. I carried her to our bed and I sat on it with her still wrapped around me. Jennifer wiggled off my lap and stood in front of me, holding my hands and looking eagerly into my eyes.
“Jennifer, tell me why you’re in trouble,” I said firmly.
“I’ve been very naughty,” she answered with her best pout and a twinkle in her downcast eyes. She was holding her hands in front of her, just at her panties. “I cheated at backgammon, and I flicked water on you when I was supposed to be helping you do the dishes. And when I came during the night, I tickled you so much when I knew you couldn’t spank me right then.”
“Yes, a naughty little thing indeed. So what will happen to you now?”
“I’m going to climb up on your lap in my nightgown and my panties. You’re going to spank me on my nightgown for a long time.”
“Yes, I will,” I said. My voice caught with excitement at the image her words built in my mind. “Then what will happen?”
“Uncle Grouchy, then you’re going to pull my nightie up and you’re going to spank me on my panties.”
“Yes, I will,” I said.
“If you spank me like you did before, you’re going to put your hand on my thighs sometimes. You’ll stroke my bare thighs and I’ll like it so much that I’ll spread my legs a little. But I have to be careful not to wiggle too much and to stay on your lap, or I’ll be in more trouble.”
“That’s right,” I answered. “I’m sure I’ll caress your bare legs. What else?”
“I hope you’ll come up my bare thigh and touch me between my legs on my panties. You’ll probably put your finger inside my panties to touch my vagina. I might be a little wet when you do that.”
“You were the last time,” I agreed. “It was very sweet. Then what will happen to you?”
Jennifer blushed but spoke eagerly. “You’re going to pull my panties down. You’ll pull my panties down very slowly so you can see my bare bottom. And you’ll spank me on my bare bottom for a long time. You’ll spank all over my bare bottom and you’ll touch me between my legs on my panties. And last time, you rubbed my bottom and then you came down my bare bottom under my panties and you touched me on my pussy. My vagina.”
I smiled; it was a delightful memory and a marvelous anticipation. “Yes, I did touch your vagina that way.”
“Uncle Grouchy, when you spank me on my bare bottom, and you touch my pussy, I want to tell you how to touch me then. Will you do that?”
“Of course I will, sweet Jennifer. All you have to do is tell me what you want. But you still have to get your spanking.”
“Yes, Uncle Grouchy. It’s time for my spanking, isn’t it?”
“Yes, dear one. Stand here by my thigh.” Jennifer obediently stood by my right thigh. I took her gently around her waist and partly lifted, partly pulled her over my lap into spanking position. Jennifer put her elbows on the mattress and put her chin in her hands. Her marvelous thighs were stretched along the mattress to my right, her bottom curving down a little because her waist was right on my thigh. I began slowly and lightly spanking my little darling’s bottom over her nightie. I went back and forth on her little bouncy rear end, occasionally putting a light slap on her bare thighs. Jennifer wiggled and giggled at times, or yelped when I would give her a hard smack.
I spanked Jennifer on her nightie for probably ten minutes. I lifted her nightie above her panties and looked at her bottom for a minute or two. It is such a lovely sight, especially with her nightie lifted so there’s a strip of bare pale skin above her waistband.
Muslin panties are rather different from cotton tricot panties. They have a smoother texture and they slide more easily on Jennifer’s bottom. I rubbed Jennifer’s panties over her bottom for a few minutes. The muslin slid over her smooth skin so enticingly. Then I began her panty-warming spanking
Again I went back and forth. Sometimes I would pat the same side of her little bottom a few times in a row and then switch sides. Once in a while I would give her a sharp slap to make her yip among her giggles and wiggles. I gave her a few light slaps on her bare thighs too.
It was time to live up to my reputation as a naughty old uncle. I gave in to temptation – more like invitation – and I began to caress Jennifer’s thighs. She sighed and opened her legs a little. Now I had access to her panties between her legs. I stroked up her thigh to this soft lovely place. As I gently touched her with my fingers, I found she was indeed just a bit wet on her panties.
I spanked Jennifer softly again for a long time, many love-pats. Then I came up her thighs again. This time I slipped the tips of my fingers inside the elastic of Jennifer’s leg opening and I touched her bare bottom. Coming down the curve of her loveliness, I found her vagina and softly probed into her soft warm folds. It was delightful.
I continued this for several minutes of panty-warming and gentle touching. Then I said, in the sternest voice I could come up with when I was so turned on, “Little Jennie, now you’re going to get spanked on your bare bottom.”
“Uncle Grouchy, do I have to get spanked bare?” she asked petulantly. Of course Jennifer knew the answer. Rather than tell her, I put both hands under her waistband and I slowly drew her panties below her bottom cheeks.
I love my nymphets. I love to undress them, especially to pull down their panties. And I love to spank them, especially pulling down their panties. Spanking them is mostly about fondling their bottoms and getting to see their bottoms bare. The moment when I pull down Jennifer’s panties is almost enough to bring me to orgasm by itself. Fortunately, it doesn’t quite do that.
I love to spank Jennifer and Amber so much. I give them some hard spanks because they like it, not because I ever want to hurt them. I will only do things they like and it is their nature to like what I want to do. Now I had Jennifer’s bare bottom under my eager hand, her panties just below her bottom. This is a sight that I adore.
There was more fun to have, though. I began spanking Jennifer on her bare bottom cheeks now, smooth and soft and very white. I spanked her lightly and slowly. Often I paused to cup one cheek of her bottom or the other, to rub softly and quickly because she loves this and I love to do it. I indulged another whim of mine. I pulled Jennifer’s panties up after about ten spanks. She looked over her shoulder at me.
“Uncle Grouchy, we can’t be done yet!”
“Oh no, little darling.” I smiled and I pulled her panties down again. “I just like to pull your panties down, so I wanted to do it again. And maybe I’ll do it some more times.”
“Okay, Uncle Grouchy. Just so I get a good spanking,” Jennifer said and went back into position. I gave her five hard spanks in a row then and she giggled after she had yipped once.
I spanked my darling for a long, pleasing time. After about twenty more spanks, I laid my hand on Jennifer’s bare, soft bottom for a minute and rubbed her softly. Then I slipped my hand down her bareness and under her panties so I was touching her vagina.
“Oh, Uncle Grouchy, may I ask you for something?” she said as she felt my fingers touching her damp warm pussy.
“Anything you want, Jennifer,” I said.
“Please, put your finger just under my front.” I did as she asked, feeling her clitoris swelling against my finger between the soft folds of her pubic area. “Now, put your thumb inside me. Yes, just like that,” she said as I gently eased my thumb into her vagina itself. I could feel her clitoris and a small, bumpy area at the front of her pussy. I immediately understood what she wanted and I rubbed her soft flesh between my fingers.
Well, that turned out to be a good idea. For all that Jennifer talks and looks like a fourteen-year-old girl and giggles like one, she is all woman inside. She squirmed and moaned, falling forward against the pillow. Her bottom churned on my lap and she pressed herself against my thigh and my fingers. “One! Two! Three!” she said. “Three cums, Uncle Grouchy!” she said after she had settled down a little.
It was time to proceed. I pulled Jennifer’s panties back into place and I helped her stand up. She smiled at me as she raised her arms and I pulled her nightgown over her head and dropped it to the floor. Jennifer pulled my shirt off of me before I stood up. Standing in front of me in her pink gingham panties, Jennifer opened my shorts and pushed them down. Then she pulled my briefs down and took my stiff penis in her hand. “Hello there,” she said to it. “I’ve been feeling you pushing against me for my whole spanking. I’m glad to see you finally.” She knelt and pulled my pants and underpants down so I could kick them free.
Jennifer stood up and we hugged. She was about to pull her panties down when I stopped her. “Let me,” I said, but I laid her on the bed on her tummy. I pulled her gingham panties down and I used a little lotion on her bottom. She didn’t need it – I never bruise the girls or hurt them when I spank them. But it was fun to rub it into her bottom and she liked it. She liked it even better when I knelt beside her and I gently put my finger and thumb in her vagina again. I repeated the caressing I had done inside her panties. “I got another one,” she gasped.
I left Jennifer’s panties down and turned her on her back. I drank in the sight of her body, her panties just below her pubic area. I stared for a few moments at her little tuft of hair and at the delicate fold of skin below it. In fact, I stared until Jennifer started giggling. “Make me naked,” she said. Jennifer bent her knees so her feet were flat on the quilt. I pulled her panties down her thighs and over her knees to finish removing them. Now I climbed naked onto the bed beside my darling.
Jennifer pulled me into her arms and pressed her whole naked self against me firmly. I could feel every inch of her bareness against mine and it was a tremendous jolt of energy and lust. My hard-on pressed against Jennifer’s tummy between our bellies. I turned and pulled Jennifer on top of me so I could play with her lovely bottom again. Then we wiggled around on our sides and I used my mouth and my hands to bring Jennifer to the verge of orgasm with her nipples.
I kissed down her sweet bare skin to her vagina. Jennifer parted her thighs and I gently tongued her pussy. She enjoyed this thoroughly so I continued for several minutes. Her scent and flavor were light, sweet, like a bloom in a new garden.
Finally I could wait no longer. I opened Jennifer’s thighs with my hands and moved between them. Jennifer pulled me eagerly down so our bellies were together again. Her arms went around my neck and she pulled my mouth to her breasts again. I was a little busy now; I had my weight on one arm and a little of it on Jennifer’s body, I was nibbling her breast and her nipple, and I needed my other hand to get my penis lined up on her vagina. I rubbed my penis up and down on her lovely pussy a few times to get us both good and wet. Then I pushed in.
Jennifer and Amber have marvelously tight vaginas. I love all that I do with my nymphets and God knows how much I love to come inside them. The moment of moments, though, is when I enter. So it was this time; I felt a tremendous pleasure and strength through my whole body as my glans entered Jennifer’s tight opening. It took a little effort to make entry, a delightful effort against the clasp of her wonderful lips. I pushed in and pulled nearly all the way out so my next thrust would be almost as good as my first entry.
We continued to press together, my cock into and out of Jennifer’s wonderful wet pussy. She was warm and tight and soft around my shaft. Her voice was excited in my ear and her breasts each had their turns in my mouth. Finally I came, spurting heavily into the silky haven of Jennifer’s vagina.
All good things got to come to an end… My last spurts faded and so did my erection. Jennifer was as limp as I was with repletion. “Oh, that was fun,” she whispered to me.
“I am so glad God gave me this favor,” I answered.
“We’re both coming next time,” Jennifer said. It was the last I heard that time.