Author: The Naughty Gaffer brndtag at mcn.net.
Title: Tiffany: A Few Nights Before Christmas
Keywords: mf, spank, inc, no sex
Summary: Tiffany has been a naughty girl and it’s almost Christmas. What can she do so Santa will bring her toys?
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I was home for Christmas from my first semester in college. My school was the width of a broad state away so I had been home only once since my family had seen me comfortably settled in the dormitory. Tiffany, my stepsister and spanking buddy, was now fourteen and a freshman in high school.
My second night home, December 23rd, saw me reading quietly late at night. I had placed my family gifts under the tree with the large stack that was already waiting. We had enjoyed normal family things of the season: indulgent dinners, making cookies, walking in the light snowfall and cold air. Now I was warm and cozy in my old room. I had showered earlier and I had left Tiffany’s door open a little as an invitation, so I was happy to see she had been peeking. She showered shortly after I did and she had returned the courtesy. In nearly two and a half years since I had first seen her naked, she had naturally changed. Her breasts had taken a little more form and size; her bottom was a bit rounder and her mons now had its first fringe of red pubic hair. The last time I had seen Tiff bare-bottom, I had not actually seen her naked. It had been a send-off spanking the night before I went to school. For some reason that I don’t remember, Tiffany had not sought a spanking during my October visit.
We had a Jack-and-Jill bathroom connecting our rooms. To this very day, the term Jack-and-Jill reminds me of our fun and how we used the Jack-and-Jill to conceal our movements from our parents. We felt a little bad about hiding what we were doing. I think we both felt okay about it for ourselves but we were sure that our parents would react with concern and maybe anger.
Anyway, on this cold December night as I was cocooned in my quilt, I heard my stepsister coming through the Jack-and-Jill. My door was off the latch, a sign we used that the other would be welcome. A fully-closed door had come to mean that it was time for privacy. Tiffany pulled the door open and came in. She was wearing a seasonal nightgown, a long-sleeved Hello Kitty nightie, the kitty wearing a Santa hat. Tiffany’s sweet little breasts were perky under her pink gown and her nipples were tight and tall. I could see her panty lines under her gown too, outlining her hips and her legs. I had liked panty lines from the time I was about twelve and I had learned what they were.
I was surprised to see a piece of paper in Tiff’s hand. It was quite large and I saw it better as I put down my book and turned more toward my little sister. It was a calendar open to October. Tiffany handed me the calendar and stood by my bed, her hands behind her over her bottom.
“What is this?” I asked. I looked at the October page. Many days had a mark or a couple of marks. I saw quickly that each week had a number that totaled the marks for that week.  They ranged from two to about ten. Every week had at least a couple of marks.
“It’s almost Christmas and Santa Claus knows when I’ve been bad or good,” said Tiff. “These marks are the days I’ve been bad since October. I figure Santa really pays attention during the last couple of months before Christmas, so I started keeping track.”
I could figure it out. “So each mark is a time you’ve been naughty,” I said. I turned and sat on my bed, knowing I would be spanking Tiffany in a few minutes.
“That’s right,” Tiffany said. “And I want Santa to bring all my presents. So I thought you should spank me and then Santa Claus will know I was a good girl again and he can bring my goodies.”
Tiffany had learned that she liked spankings some three years before. Our parents had a policy to stop spanking us when we left elementary school, so Tiffany had asked me to take the task on for her. Occasionally she would also spank me, but I generally preferred being a “top” and she liked being a “bottom”. We had found those terms on the Internet, looking at spanking images and stories together when our parents were out on dates.
I was flipping through the other pages for November and December. Yes, each week had at least one mark and some weeks had as many as ten. “What kinds of things were naughty enough that you put a mark in the calendar?” I asked.
Tiff sat beside me and looked at the calendar. “Well, here in October, this is when I got a peek in Tommy Davis’s window and he was just in his underwear. “ She was snuggling against me as we looked. Now I had had girlfriends and Tiffany had dated a few times, but we didn’t think of our spanking and touching as a romantic relationship, only a hobby we shared and something that kept us close. So I enjoyed the sensation of her pretty body pressed against me but I knew it was just fun. I put my arm around her waist as she pointed to other marks. “I think this is where I passed a couple of notes in class. This is where I fibbed to Mom about being at Lisa’s house.”
“What were you really doing?” I asked.
“I was kissing Tommy Davis,” she said. “You should probably spank me bare-bottom for that one because I let him touch my breast, too.”
I considered. I had touched her breasts myself. “Did you let him touch your bare breast?” I asked.
“Yes, I lifted my top and my bra for him.”
“Did you let him kiss it?” I asked.
“No, he wanted to, but I made him settle for touching me.”
“Well, then, yes, bare-bottom for that one. But not too hard.” I ran my finger down the column of Saturdays. “There are different numbers for each week.” I flipped through November and December and pointed at the numbers. “So every week where you have more than six marks, I’m going to spank you bare-bottom. Each week that you had only six or less, I’m going to spank you on your panties. Does that sound fair to you?”
“Yes, it does,” Tiffany said and smiled. “It sounds fun too.”
I pulled my quilt out of the way and I put the calendar near my pillow where Tiffany and I could both see it easily. I put my hands on Tiffany’s shoulders and pulled her between my thighs. “You’ve been so naughty,” I said. “But I think you’re right and a spanking will show Santa that you have made up for your naughty things and you should get your presents.” Tiff nodded.
“Here’s what we’ll do,” I said. “I’m going to bend you over and lift up your nightie to spank you on your panties. Each week that has six or less naughty things, I’ll spank you on your underpants. But if there are seven or more, I’m going to pull your panties down and spank you on your little bare bottom.”
“Yes, Brian.”
“One more thing, Tiff. For each week, I want you to look at the count and remember what happened. Tell me one or two things for that week, then tell me if they were naughty or really bad. That will determine how hard I’ll spank you.” Tiffany nodded. I moved her back to my right thigh, put my knees together, and I pulled Tiffany over my lap. I rubbed her on her bottom over her nightie because she likes it and I like doing it.
Then I raised the hem of her nightie to show her bare legs and her panties. Tiffany is quite small, the picture of petite. Her legs are slender but nicely round. Her bottom is also nicely round even if it is small. Tiffany had a variety of panties she liked to use for spankings; tonight she was wearing pink cotton bikini panties. I had spanked these panties before and I liked them very much.
“So,” I said, “first week of October. There are two marks, so you’ll get two spanks on your panties. Were you naughty or very bad?”
“I was just naughty,” Tiffany said. I gave her two light spanks on her soft panties and she giggled.
“Next week, seven marks.” I pulled her panties down just off her bottom and I rubbed her bare skin. I loved pulling her panties down just far enough to show her whole bottom. Tiffany wiggled with pleasure and I felt my hard penis pressing against her. Tiff felt it too and she rolled against my hard-on. I gave her a sharp spank and she yelped. “How bad were you?” I asked.
“I was just naughty that week too,” Tiffany reported. I gave her seven light spanks on her cute little bare bottom. Glancing at the calendar, I saw the next week had only five marks and I pulled Tiffany’s panties back up.
“Okay, five marks, how naughty?”
“Oh, Brian, I was quite bad that week. You should spank me pretty hard.” Tiffany tensed up and clenched her little bottom. I gave her five sharper spanks this time. Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! I just liked doing them and I even like typing the word now. Tiffany’s bottom bounced in her panties with each smack and she gave a small yip once.
The fourth week of October showed ten marks, as many as any week had. I pulled Tiff’s little pink panties down again. Do you like that phrase – “little pink panties”? I bet you do. With Tiff’s bottom bare again, I asked, “How naughty this time?”
Tiff paused for a long moment. I had just given her five good swats and she seemed reluctant to give me a reading. Finally she said, “I was really bad that week. I talked back to Mom and I even copied homework. I hate to say it, but you should spank me hard for that week.” There was a kind of wistful tone, a sense of regret that told me she actually felt bad about that week and it wasn’t just fun.
I knew the best therapy for that feeling. I spanked my little sister’s bare bottom ten times, quite hard. I spanked hard enough that I left a pink color behind and Tiffany squealed loudly. I was worried that I had overplayed my part when she turned to look at me and said, “Thank you. I would have asked Mom for a real spanking but I knew she wouldn’t give it to me.”
I rubbed Tiff’s bottom softly for a few minutes to take the sting out of the spanking she’d just gotten. Then I looked at the next week. Ten marks again, but I hoped …
“I was only naughty that week. But I let Tommy touch my breast again that week.” Well, Tiff’s panties were already down, so I gave her ten light spanks. I enjoyed them very much and her wiggling and giggling told me that she liked them too.
That brought up the second week of November. There were only six marks here so I pulled Tiffany’s panties back up around her little bottom. I liked these panty-up spankings as much as I liked spanking Tiff’s bare bottom. “So how naughty were you?”
“Just some naughty, certainly not bad.” I supplied six light spanks and I enjoyed Tiff’s bottom bouncing in her cotton decoration.
The third week of November surprised me. I had missed it, but this Saturday was tagged with a total of twelve. “Oh, Brian, that was my worst week. And I was pretty bad, but not as bad as October.” Well, that was a difficult measure to work out. I slipped Tiffany’s panties down and said, “This one is for calibration and it doesn’t count.” I gave her a middling smack, loud, something she was sure to feel but it didn’t leave a mark.
“Oh, yes,” Tiffany said. “Just about that bad.” So I gave her twelve middling spanks. One at a time, they might only be playful. Given quickly, they were sure to cause a little burning.
The next week, the last in November only had a two on Saturday. I tugged Tiff’s panties back up and asked her, “Well?”
“Actually, I was only naughty, but what’s the point of two naughty spanks? Pretend I was pretty bad, like the last week.” So I gave her just two good spanks on her pink panties.
The next week, the first in December, had only five marks. I looked down December and did a little math. “Tiffany, there are three weeks here with five and one with seven. Shall I just pull down your panties and give you twenty spanks?”
“Oh, no, you have to make it twenty-two spanks. Santa Claus will know. But you could just do them as one spanking.” Tiffany looked at the calendar. “The five here, they are for being bad. The others are all just naughty things.”
I was enjoying this whole encounter. I pulled Tiffany’s panties back down and I gave her seven light spanks, five hard ones as directed, and ten more light spanks.
“Do you think Santa Claus will be satisfied now?” I asked.
“I’m sure he is,” Tiffany giggled.
“If I could send him a video of this spanking, you’d be on the good-girl list forever,” I said.
“But you might spend the rest of your life on the bad-boy list,” Tiffany said.
“I think there are two more things I should do,” I said.
“What are they?” Tiffany smiled at me.
“First, I should give you ten spanks in case you’re naughty tomorrow.” I proceeded to spank her bare bottom with ten more love pats.
“And then what?”
“I should give you a tickle and a bottom-rub,” I said. I put my hands up under Tiff’s nightie and tickled her into breathless laughter. I made sure to involve her nipples just a little. Then I rubbed her bare bottom with some lotion I beside my bed. My little sister enjoyed this attention very much. Finally I pulled her panties back up and she climbed off my lap.
“That was so good, Brian,” she said and she kissed my cheek. “I’ve been wanting that so much. And I’m sure Santa is happy now.”