Author: The Naughty Gaffer brndtag at mcn.net.
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Title: Tiffany Wants a Spanking 
Keywords: mf, spank, inc, no sex
Summary: A teen boy finds his young stepsister needs attention their Dad has stopped giving.
I am about four years older than my sister Tiffany. That means that sometimes I find myself trying to be in charge when my parents are away from the house. Since I’m a responsible young fellow with a driver’s license, they will even leave us alone for a long weekend or similar trips sometimes. I should add that Tiffany’s mother married my dad when Tiffany was about two years old. My mother had died shortly when I was three and Tiffany’s dad had died before she was born. Our story may seem frisky to some or freakish to others, but we are brother and sister only in name. Of course I remembered a time when I loved my real mother, but Tiffany’s mother was Mom to me as my father was Dad to Tiff.
Tiffany was twelve when our relationship as brother and sister changed. I had gotten my driver’s license recently and she had developed a bottom. Well, of course she’d had one all along. But when she was between eleven and twelve it began to take some real shape and now, a few months after she had turned twelve, it was quite round. She’s a small girl even for her age. Her breasts at this point were very slight rises under her shirts or dresses. Even now I would occasionally see her nipples peaking under her top.
Our parents were old-school when it came to discipline and we had both been spanked at times through grade school. Our parents also believed that spanking ended with grade school. I had been surprised to realize, during Tiffany’s sixth-grade year, that she was actually getting spanked more often than in the year or two previously. I suppose it depends on how you define “often”. It seemed to me that Mom or Dad had taken her to her room and I had heard the sound of parental lecture, followed by smacking and sisterly crying, every month or six weeks. And for silly stuff, too – going out with her friends and forgetting to check in first, skipping her chores, leaving her room looking like a bear pit. Our parents thought it was a rebellious phase related to her last year at elementary school, the only school she had ever known, and so they were very understanding. I know, because Dad would say things like, “I think you’re distracted, so I’m going to let you keep your panties up while I spank you.” Or Mom would say, “You may be at the top of your school, but you’re going to be at the bottom again next year. And I’m going to be at your bottom in a moment.” Our parents had always spanked us at once, bare-bottom usually, regardless of whether Mom spanked me or Dad spanked Tiffany.
Mom and Dad planned a trip for Memorial Day weekend and it was to be “parents only”. Tiffany and I were perfectly happy to see them off for a weekend. We loved them and at the same time we were happy to have the house to ourselves and to operate under the rules instead of under the parental eye.
Friday evening found Tiffany and me watching a movie after dinner. My sister was wearing a short denim skirt and a sleeveless T-shirt. It was warm and I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt myself. Tiffany sat right beside me on the couch, even leaning against me at times. We are pretty close emotionally and we often sit like this.
The movie ended and I asked Tiffany what she wanted to do next. “We could surf YouTube or pick another movie or something,” I said. Tiffany gave me a long and kind of troubled look instead.
“Brian, I want to ask you about something but it kind of scares me to say anything,” she said. The big brother of a sixth-grader has reason to be a little worried about that kind of opening. Some sixth-grade or seventh-grade boys might have been picking on Tiffany, she might have seen or even used drugs at school, who knows? And why me instead of Mom or Dad? Although our parents are strict, it is the strictness of love and care rather than a wish to dominate us or any liking of being harsh.
“Baby sis, I hope you can talk to me about almost anything. But you know I have to tell Mom or Dad if it’s something scary. Something you really need help with.”
Tiffany blushed and nodded, her face a little downcast. As I tried to look in her face, I was actually looking at her chest and her nipples were as pointy as I had ever seen them. Was the topic sexual? H’m.
“I know the kind of things we have to tell the parents,” she said. We had both been schooled by them to keep confidences unless it really threatened someone – like drugs or sex abuse. “I want to tell you because it’s something that might make them freak out but it isn’t hurting anyone.”
“Baby sis, you know that once you say something like that, you really have to finish it,” I answered her. I was only trying to be her big brother, but I was noticing that her legs were nicely shaped for a small and young girl and she even had the beginnings of a waist to go with her budding breasts.
“Brian, I’ve been getting spanked a lot this year,” she said softly. I nodded. “I’ve been doing it kind of on purpose. You know, it’s mostly been Daddy who has been spanking me.” I alerted on that word – we usually called our parents Mom and Dad. It was rare for Tiff to use the word “Daddy” and I never did. I thought for a moment and it seemed true to me – while Mom had spanked Tiff a couple of months ago, Dad had spanked her only about a week ago. And she had had spankings since the one from Mom.
“Daddy spanks pretty hard,” she said. “So does Mom.” I nodded; it had been several years for me but I remembered quite vividly. “This is the last year they’re going to spank me – the last year he’s going to spank me. In fact, unless I do something really horrible, Daddy has already spanked me for the last time.” I thought about it and she was right. The school year had ended that very day and the announced plan was that, after sixth grade, we would have other punishments. “I would have made him spank me today, for the last day of school, but I wanted him and Mom to go on their trip feeling happy. He’d have been mad when they left if he had had to spank me.” 
Tiffany had turned toward me some while she was talking and she had taken my hand in both of hers. Her head was lying against my upper arm and she pressed her slender body against me. I worked my arm around her and I took her hands with my free hand. “Tiff, little sis, why would you want Dad to spank you? He has a hand of iron,” I said.
“Yes, he does. Too much a hand of iron, sometimes. Now, brother, I’m going to tell you something and you have to keep your cool. It’s hard for me to say it and it will be hard for you to hear it. But I want you to. Okay?”
That was quite an introduction, right up there with “I’m afraid to tell you.” A loving brother can have only one answer, though: “Okay, I’ll try.”
“Remember the last year Mommy and Daddy spanked you? You were just my age.”
“Yes, I do,” I answered. And I did, which gave me an inkling of what might be coming. In my last year of being spanked, it had somehow been Mom who usually caught up with my misdemeanors. She spanked me as she had always spanked me: over her lap, using her own hand, on my underpants or sometimes on my bare bottom. When Mom would pull my underpants down, they would come down in front as well as in the back. Several times during that year, I had actually had an erection while lying over Mom’s lap with my penis against her skirt or her pants. Once she had spanked me while she was wearing shorts (Mom has the figure for it) and I had actually gotten hard against Mom’s bare thigh. Come to think, that had been my last spanking from Mom.
Tiffany was speaking softly now, bringing me from nostalgia to the present. “All this year, when I got spanked,” she said, still softly, “I’ve tried to get Daddy to do it. When Daddy has spanked me, I’ve felt all hot. My nipples have been getting hard and my tummy and my bottom have been all tingly. Even when Mom does it, some, but a lot more when Daddy has spanked me.” She paused and swallowed; I nodded to encourage her. “When Daddy spanks me, I get a hot tingly feeling between my legs. In my bottom and in my…” she was having trouble saying it, so I helped her out.
“In your vagina.” She nodded, her face down but looking up at me with big green eyes under her red bangs.
“In my vagina,” she repeated. “My pussy.”
“Your pussy?” I said, amused and surprised. “When did you start calling it that?”
“Oh, Brian. For a while now. I’m going to tell you something now that you have to be nice about.”
“Okay,” I said.
“When you were twelve or thirteen, you started learning to play with yourself. To touch yourself – your penis. You started doing it a lot and then, after a while, you kept doing it but only once a day or so.” That was a true description of how I had discovered masturbation, all right.
“What did you know about that?” I asked. “I’ll be nice about it, but what the hell?”
Tiffany giggled. Well, she was only twelve. She pulled my arm tighter around her waist and snuggled in even more. “I figured out what you were doing in the bathroom,” she said. “And a couple of times you were so busy, you forgot to make sure my door was closed all the way.” Our bedrooms share a bathroom, which was naturally a source of problems at times. “So a couple of times I peeked in when I heard you. I could see in the mirror. I heard Mommy talking to herself, too when she was doing laundry and she was looking at your towels or your sheets.” Tiffany made a face and squeezed my hand between hers. “Now, you have to be nice about this,” she said. “Once in a while, you’re a little loose with your side of the bathroom door now. I…” There was a long pause but I knew what she was going to say. “I…I watch you once in a while when you play with yourself in your room.”
I was trying to be nice but this was quite a shock. “Tiff! You’re supposed to…hey, my door was closed!”
She giggled again. “I know, but I keep the doorknob oiled up with WD-40. I can open it very quietly when I want to. I watched you last night.” Well! It was a devious little thing to do but it was also flattering in its own way. I thought about my room and the door from the bathroom. The way I usually play with myself, kneeling on the bed or on the floor and using tissues – yes, little Tiffany would see everything. Last night had been particularly good for me, too. Had I picked up a vibe of some kind?
I decided it was time to be honest about a few things too. “Tiff,” I said, “You got me thinking about when Mom used to spank me. That last year, I used to get hot when Mom spanked me, sometimes. If she pulled my underpants down, I would wind up with my cock against her leg and it felt good even when she was spanking my bare bottom.”
“Is it weird for us, Brian?” Tiffany asked, her eyes big.
“I think it’s probably kind of normal. You’re just at the age when your body gets interesting to you, I guess.”
“I got there a year ago,” Tiffany said and blushed. “Girls are faster than boys at that. I started trying to see you more right after I turned eleven. I could watch you and I could touch my nipples and make them feel really good.”
“That seems awfully young to me,” I said.
“A lot of girls at school say they touch their nipples. I’m the only who said she touches her vagina, though. This whole year when Daddy spanks me, as soon as he leaves, I play with myself.”
After what Tiffany had said already, it made sense that she would do that. “I kind of played with myself sometimes, after Mom would spank me,” I said to her. “But it took a while longer for me to really learn how.”
“I think you were in seventh grade when you really learned how to cum,” Tiffany affirmed. “That’s when I first saw you do it, anyway.”
“Tiffany!” I said. “You were in third grade!”
“I was only curious then,” Tiffany said. “It was only a year ago that I got involved, you know.”
“No, I didn’t know,” I said. “I could have been peeking but I haven’t been.”
“You should start,” my little sister snickered.
“Maybe I will,” I answered.
“I kind of hope you will. But let me tell you about why I wanted to talk to you.” Tiffany looked abashed and more serious again. “Since school is over, my spanking on Monday was probably the last spanking Daddy will give me. I’d have to do something that really scared him or hurt him to get him to spank me anymore. And I love him too much to do that. Besides, he spanks awful hard.”
“So you’re done with spankings,” I said.
“That would be too bad,” she said. “You remember I said I’d been peeking at you?”
“That would be hard to forget, especially since it’s been maybe five minutes since you said it.”
“I’m sure Daddy would have a cow if he knew I’d been peeking at you. He’d spank me like he’d gone nuts, I bet.”
I nodded. “Yeah, he sure would. But I promised this was our business.”
Tiffany stood up in front of me, still holding my hand in hers. “Yes, big brother. It’s our business but it was very naughty of me to look.” She took a big breath and spoke in a rush. “I want you to spank me but only some and kind of soft. Okay?”
Well. I’m sure a child psychologist would have had a field day and gotten a whole research paper out of that exchange. What I got out of it was two things: my little sister wanted something a little kinky, but something I could do. And I would probably like it.
Standing in front of me, eyes big and hopeful, breasts and thighs small, my sister became something else. She became a desirable if very young girl. I thought for a moment and decided we needed to be clear about things.
“Tiffany, you are asking for a spanking because it makes you horny. Am I right?”
“Yes, big brother.”
“And you’re asking me because you know Dad is done spanking you, and he and Mom spank too hard anyway. Really, you just want someone to play with you.”
“That’s right, Brian. Just a game.”
I sighed and nodded. “A game has rules, it has ways to play to be really good. We should figure out the rules.”
Tiffany nodded and looked gleeful. “Rule number one: only soft spanks!”
“How will I know if a spank is too hard or too soft?” I asked.
Tiff thought for a while, squeezing my hands. “If I say Daddy, I’m naughty, you can spank harder,” she said. “If I say I’ve been a good girl, you spank softer. Or if I call you Brian.”
“Okay, Daddy means harder and Brian means softer. Now, how should I spank you?”
“Daddy always spanks me with his hand, on his lap. So you should too,” Tiff said at once.
“Where?” I asked.
“On my butt, of course.”
“No, I meant where in the house?”
“The couch is good, or on your bed, or on my bed,” she said. “I’m really short, so you could even spank me in the car if we went somewhere. We could get in the back seat.” She had given this more thought than I realized.
“And how about your clothes?” I asked. I hoped, I hoped, I hoped…being a normally horny 16-year-old.
“We always get spanked on our underpants or our bare bottoms,” she said. “So you have to spank me that way.”
I paused and thought back to my own year between 11 and 12. There had been a couple of good episodes that year…”What about turn-about?” I asked.
Tiffany gasped. “You mean I spank you?” She looked at me and squeezed my hands again. “Would you fit on my lap?” she asked.
“We could make that work,” I said.
“I didn’t say I was going to, yet,” Tiffany answered. “I gotta think about that first.”
“Well, you’ll get to think about it. Meantime, I think you admitted to peeking in my room when I was playing with myself.”
Tiffany looked down and nodded. “Because I’m naughty, Daddy,” she said.
I pulled her around to my right thigh and pulled her over my lap. I got her so her body was across my thighs and on the couch, her knees almost on the floor. Her skirt was just long enough to cover her bottom and I lifted it up to see her panties.
She had dressed for the occasion: little white cotton panties of the fantasy kind for sure. Her bottom filled them nicely. They tucked in just a little between her bottom cheeks. I was about to spank her for the first time when she said, “Daddy, please rub my bottom first.”
I did as Tiffany asked, rubbing her soft white cotton panties for a minute or so. That’s a surprisingly long time when you have a young girl, your own sister, over your lap and feeling horny so that she wants a spanking.
After I had rubbed a bit, I spanked Tiffany for the first time. She wiggled a little and giggled at the touch of my hand, which was quite light. I spanked her on her panties for two or three minutes. Every now and then Tiffany would say, “Daddy, I’ve been so naughty”, or something similar, and I would give her two or three harder spanks. Then I would spank her gently again. After all, I wanted her to enjoy the experience and I wanted her to come back for more sometimes.
I had spanked Tiffany about fifty times when she said, “Daddies always spank their little girls on their bare bottoms.” That was an obvious command, so I tugged her panties down from her bottom. She raised her hips slightly as I pulled and her panties slid down in front as well. Since I was wearing shorts, I could feel the skin of her lower abdomen on my bare leg. I couldn’t quite feel if her pussy was touching me and I imagined that it was. Of course I responded with a full-power erection, boom to the power of boom, and Tiffany wiggled her body against it.
“That’s the first time I felt that when I got spanked,” she said. “At least I think so.”
I wondered at that moment. Then I got back to my work, spanking my sister’s cute bare bottom as I had her panties. “Daddy”, she would say, and I would ratchet my force up for two or three spanks.
We continued. Tiffany gradually wiggled faster and faster in my lap. I was having trouble keeping her in place. “Is it time to stop?” I asked several times.
“Pretty soon,” she would say, but she wanted me to continue. I switched to a feather-light rapid patting and I was surprised to see Tiffany kind of scrunch up. She held that position for maybe thirty seconds – surprisingly long under the circumstances – and then she shot her legs straight out. My little sister collapsed on my lap and sighed. I rubbed her bare bottom for probably close to ten minutes. She never moaned but she smiled as I pulled her panties up and put her skirt back in place.
Tiffany sat up in my lap. “I liked that very much,” she said. “Thank you for doing it. Could you feel me rubbing against your leg?”
“Of course I could,” I said. “It made my almost as hot as you are.”
“I know,” Tiffany answered with a giggle. “I could feel how hard you are. I still can,” she said. She wiggled her bottom so her thigh pressed against my raging hard-on. “I would say that makes you naughty like me.”
“Stand up,” my little sister said, jumping to her feet. I did so and she took my place on the couch. She pulled me to her right leg.
“Brian, I can get you on my lap, I think. But if I do, I think it’s going to be hard to pull your pants down. So pull your shorts down now. Just your shorts,” she added quickly. She was already opening them up before I could comply. Between us, we got my denim shorts down my legs. Tiffany pulled me over her lap and I let her.
Tiffany is only about five feet tall and I’m about five-eleven. The result was that I was actually kneeling on the carpet with my body stretched across Tiffany’s lap and onto the couch. My little sister put her arm over me, as if she could actually have restrained me, and rubbed my underpants. “Oh, I like feeling your bottom,” she said. “Did you like rubbing mine?”
“Of course I did,” I answered.
“That’s naughty too,” she said. Then she gave me about five spanks, too hard in my opinion. “Tiffany, ease up,” I said. The next ten were love pats and I enjoyed them thoroughly. “Mommy, I’ve been naughty,” I said. Tiffany increased her force but only mildly. She spanked me that way for probably four or five minutes. Then she started to pull my underpants down, but between my weight and my hard-on, she found it was too awkward.
“Stand up, you naughty lad,” she said. I did and she pulled my underpants down from the front. That released something she had seen only from a distance: my erect cock. I’m of ordinary size but Tiffany was pleased and startled. “So that’s what it’s all about,” she cooed. Then she pulled me back down.
I had missed the action when she hiked up her skirt to her panties, so I was delighted and surprised when I lay back down and found my bare cock against Tiffany’s bare thigh. I rocked a little to feel my cock against her smooth skin and she slapped my bare bottom quite hard. “Take it easy!” we said at the same time. Obviously she got rocking privileges but mine were to be restricted.
Tiffany spanked my bare bottom much as I had spanked hers. I did rock a little against her leg, each rock getting a giggle but also a sharp spank. Finally we had had enough for our first session. Tiffany pulled my underpants back up over my bottom. I stood up and she finished putting my underpants back over my hard-on.
“That was what I wanted,” she said. “Now we have to make a habit of it.”