My Nymphets Get Naughty (Mff, spank, nymphets)
Naughty nymphets, appearing 14 and 12 but who knows? Cheating at backgammon leads to spanking
Naughty Gaffer  brndtag at mcn.net
Jennifer and Amber had come and gone in their mysterious way a few times. Twice I had awakened in the night to find I had their lovely naked company in bed. Since Diamond Lil sleeps with me, she found the bed a little crowded and stalked off.  With much cuddling and cooing, lots of everybody feeling up all of everybody, we had delightful sex. Once I had awakened in my recliner to find Jennifer by herself in my lap. “Oh, yes,” she said when I asked. “Amber loves Uncle Grouchy like always. But we can tell when sometimes it’s better if only one of us comes to you. And I got lucky! The next time you want only one of us, it will be Amber’s turn.” She was dressed in T-shirt, shorts and panties, but of course only for a little while. Each time I would fall asleep with my nymphets’ heads cushioned delightfully on my chest and I would awaken alone. Jennifer’s solo visit was another one where I found a pair of small panties on my pillow after she had returned.
All of this was naturally very good for my mood. Though the visits occur only at long intervals, their lingering memories are a great source of joy and contentment. My family members comment about how pleased they are to see me more like “your old self”, their cheerful father and grandfather from the time before I lost my darling. It even improved my memory and mental function.
This particular occasion was a summer afternoon. Our summers can have very warm days but they are mostly as mild as our winters are harsh. My front room was full of golden light. The windows were open to the delightful breeze and aroma of the forest near my home. I had fallen into a light sleep as any geezer might, except that any time I fell into a nap I had hopes of awakening to my nymphets.
And here they were. They were playing backgammon, a game I seemed to have taught them, and they were fussing at each other. “Jennifer, you poophead,” was the first thing I heard from Amber. “You put my man on the bar again.”
“You’re the poophead,” Jennifer answered in all her maturity. “If you’re dumb enough to leave a man open when you just put my man on the bar, well, you’re a poophead. And it’s my constitutional right to put your man on the bar if you’re a poophead.”
“I think you did fairy dust on the dice so you can put my man on the bar,” Amber said. She was pouting, her arms across her chest just below her small breasts. They were both kneeling on the floor, wearing sleeveless knit tops and flowered shorts. Their feet were bare, as I had nearly always seen them. They had worn snowsuits and boots one time in the winter so we could build a snow figure and have a snowball fight. That had resulted in a bathtub scene worth twenty years in federal prison if it had been filmed, except the nymphets aren’t really girls and only good things come from their visits.
“Girls, play nicely,” I said. 
“Well, Amber, that was smart. Now you’ve woken up Uncle Grouchy,” Jennifer said.
“He was gonna wake up in a minute anyway,” said Amber. “When you started screaming because I beat you so bad. But then you did fairy dust.”
Jennifer swelled up at the accusation. “I didn’t use any fairy dust. You were just so dumb you left your man open.”
Amber picked up the dice from the backgammon board and shook them. Silvery dust did indeed fall from them. “You see that, Uncle Grouchy?” Amber said triumphantly. “Fairy dust!” Then Amber threw the dice at Jennifer and they bounced off her top.
This generated a melee that lasted two or three minutes. The dice made several trips back and forth, the backgammon set flipped over, and white and black disks flew around. The disks seemed to be shedding fairy dust as well, which is probably how they came to fly so briskly around the room instead of just falling. Two of the backgammon men flew into my face and bounced off of my glasses. There was much giggling and mock-screaming. Finally I called a halt.
“Girls! Ladies! That will do!” I said loudly. Instantly the dice and backgammon men fell back into place. I was amused to see that they actually fell back on the board in the positions where play had been interrupted.
Now both nymphets were kneeling quietly and facing me, except their heads were down. “Nice going,” said Jennifer. “Now he’s going to spank us. You just watch.”
“Poophead,” Amber whispered loud enough to be heard from quite a distance.
“That will do,” I said, with a mock-stern voice. Naturally I could only be amused and bemused rather than angry. I could see the girls weren’t really angry with each other, either. But Jennifer had made my next action obvious. I instantly felt sure that they had come to me with this in mind.
“Amber, you will please desist from calling Jennifer names. Or you will get more spanks when your turn comes.”
“When my turn comes! What did I do?” Amber squealed.
“You woke me up, you insulted your friend and you started the throwing of my backgammon set. So you will get spanked first.”
“First? I get a spanking too? Why am I getting spanked?” cried Jennifer.
“Because you cheated at backgammon and because you threw things at your friend. And you insulted her as well.” I saw my nymphets looking sideways at each other with little smiles and I knew I was doing what they really wanted.
I took on my best judicial manner. “Ladies, please get up and hear your sentences.”
They stood up and held hands, their faces still turned down a little but crimson with excitement.
“Amber, you will have the first spanking. Jennifer will put you on her lap and she will spank you on your panties ten times. If you behave yourself, that’s all the spanking she will give you.”
“What if I don’t behave myself?” Amber asked, looking up at me directly.
“Then Jennifer will pull your panties down and give you ten more spanks on your bare little behind,” I said as solemnly as I could pretend.
“Jennifer, Amber will then pull you over her lap and she will give you ten spanks on your panties. Again, if you behave – which would surprise me from either of you – that will be all the spanking that she will give you. But if you behave badly, which I’m expecting, Amber will pull your panties down and your bare bottom will get ten more spanks.”
“But what about you, Uncle Grouchy?” Jennifer asked.
“After you have spanked each other, I am going to spank both of you on your panties and on your bare bottoms. You’ve been very mischievous girls and must have your spankings.” They acted oh-so-terrified but I could see easily that this was the outcome they had come for.
“Jennifer, you can use the couch,” I said. Jennifer scooted over and sat down, taking Amber by the hand. She pulled her little friend over her bare thighs and I watched gleefully as Jennifer pulled Amber’s brightly colored shorts halfway down her thighs. Amber was wearing small white panties that hugged her girly bottom very tightly. 
“How hard should I spank her, Uncle Grouchy?” asked Jennifer.
“Well, how hard do you want to be spanked for your turn?” I asked. That seemed to make her thoughtful, but not very. Jennifer quickly began giving Amber her ten spanks, but almost at once Amber kicked her legs and tried to put her hands over her bottom. Jennifer caught her wrists and looked at me.
“Yes, Jennifer, I would call that misbehaving,” I said. “So after you give her eight more panty-spanks, you are to pull her panties down and give her ten bare-bottom smacks.” Jennifer spanked Amber’s panties, with much noise of smacking hand but I could see there was very little force. Amber’s giggling, with Jennifer’s, was proof enough of that.
Then Jennifer pulled Amber’s panties down just off of her bottom and I enjoyed my view of her cute roundness. Both nymphets have wonderful bottoms, but possibly Amber’s is even cuter than Jennifer’s. Amber continued to squirm as Jennifer spanked her on her bare bottom ten times, yelping but still giggling.
When Jennifer had given Amber ten bare spanks, she rubbed her friend’s bottom for a minute and then pulled her panties up. Amber got off of Jennifer’s lap and pulled up her shorts. I would have been disappointed except that I knew I would soon get to pull them back down. Amber pulled Jennifer up from the couch and took her place. Jennifer stood by Amber’s leg, looking none too repentant, and Amber pulled her down.
Amber pulled Jennifer’s shorts down more vigorously and certainly spanked Jennifer more vigorously than Jennifer had spanked her. I noted this for future reference. Of course Jennifer gave Amber lots of trouble during her panty-spanking. Amber looked at me and said, “I was better than that!”
“Yes, but Jennifer was spanking softer,” I said. “But you may pull her panties down and give her ten bare-bottom spanks just like you got.” I was rewarded with the longed-for view of Jennifer’s pink panties coming down from her soft little bottom and the sight of her wiggling around as Amber spanked her on her bare skin.
Amber finished spanking Jennifer and pulled her panties up after rubbing her bottom. Jennifer got up and pulled her shorts back into position, wearing a classic lip-out pout. Both girls now faced me as I stood up.
“Come, girls,” I said and I took one in each hand. They began trying to pull back, saying “No, Uncle Grouchy” and “You can’t spank us!” So I got one girl under each arm and carried them into the bedroom, squirming the whole way. I managed to get onto the bed with them and propped my back up against the headboard. There was a melee of arms and legs and flying hair, but I finally got both girls across my lap and face down.
“Well,” I said. “I was only going to give you five apiece on your panties and five on your bare bottoms. But after that struggle, I’m going to have to do a lot more.”
There were more squeals and cries of “Not more spanking!”, but I knew they were only angling for a longer spanking. Leaning forward, I pulled Jennifer’s shorts down first and then Amber’s. Their panty-covered bottoms were pressed together; in fact, they were pushed against each other like sardines in a can. They obviously enjoyed their body contact this way.
I gave Jennifer a slap on her panties, then Amber. I went back and forth between squealing, giggling nymphets until I had spanked each of them ten times myself. Then I wiggled Amber’s panties down first, followed by Jennifer’s. Now their bare flanks were pressing against each other and their movements seemed intended to increase their contact. I gave each of them ten spanks, in batches of five, slowly and lovingly.
When I finished spanking my darlings, I rubbed their bottoms softly, making them giggle. When I let my fingers dip between their thighs, pressed close together, each nymphet raised her bottom so I could more easily reach her vagina. Both of my sweeties were wet to my touch. They smiled at me as I helped them turn over and to get all the way out of their shorts and their panties. Then they took off each other’s shirts and pulled my clothes off of me.
I was no longer surprised but still very pleased at the change that came over my body when the girls took my clothes off. Though I never became a teenager again, I did revert to my more vigorous body of when I was about thirty or so. My erection was certainly that of a young and hearty man.
It was Amber’s turn to be first. She piled on top of me in her naked sweetness. After we had pressed together and I had played more with her tender bottom, she spread her legs across my waist. “It’s cowgirl day!” she said. “And Jennifer too!” Then she used her tiny, delicate hand to position my penis and pushed herself onto it. I had done cowgirl with my beloved years before and I found I liked it as much as ever. Amber clearly liked having control of the pace and movement, and she liked my hands on her breasts and her nubbin nipples.
We came at about the same time and I cuddled her until Jennifer became insistent. Then both nymphets played with my penis and balls until my erection returned. Jennifer climbed on top of me but she skipped any frivolity like foreplay this time. Eagerly, but somehow not brazenly, she also took my penis in hand and pushed her lovely, tight wet vagina onto me. For all her rush to take me inside herself, Jennifer seemed to prefer a slow approach this time, rocking gently back and forth until we were close to orgasm and then suddenly increasing her movement greatly. This was as delightful as my experience with Amber had been.
Almost too soon I felt their soft weight on my shoulders and I felt sleep overtaking me as I cuddled their sweet waists and held their little spanked bottoms. I woke alone except for Diamond Lil, who was curled up beside me. Alone but not lonely. My girls will be back.