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Authors name: Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com)
Story title : My Niece's Christmas Spanking 

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My Niece's Christmas Spanking (MFb/f spank, inc, nosex)
by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com)

***

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My fourteen-year-old niece Wilma was staying with us 
for the holidays. Us being me, her Uncle Bill, my wife 
Maggie, and our four-year-old son Brandon. My sister 
had divorced recently, and was struggling to get her 
own life together. Giving her daughter a bit of family 
Christmas cheer just seemed like a nice thing to do. 
Wilma was a very badly behaved girl. With that name, I 
didn't blame her.

OK, it really is a nice name, but totally out of place 
for an American city girl. She had several nicknames 
she used at school, which helped, but at home her 
mother always called her by her real name, and the rest 
of the family tended to follow suit. Besides, I wasn't 
about to call her "Death Baby" no matter what her 
friends did.

At eleven, she had been a cute looking blonde girl, 
dressed in nice girlish clothes, with just a bit of 
girl shape. Sparkly blue eyes, a lovely smile, a little 
angel. Now, she wore sexy clothes, or 'street' 
fashions, and looked more like a little devil than an 
angel. She'd dyed a red streak in her pretty blonde 
hair and was blessed with breasts which would be good-
sized on an adult woman.

As her uncle, I could have easily ignored her 
burgeoning sexuality. But her outfits, especially her 
tight tank tops and halters sans bras, made that 
difficult. I'd have said hard, but thankfully I somehow 
managed not to show my physical response to her 
actions. 

It wasn't as if she were flirting with me, just that 
she moved like she was trying to get some boy to notice 
her. Only little Brandon and I were around to be 
affected, and that annoyed me too. I had no idea how to 
tell her to behave, except to tell her to wear some 
regular clothes. Maggie didn't want to play mother to 
the girl, either.

"These are my regular clothes, Bill! I don't like any 
others anyway." She'd leave off Aunt and Uncle when 
addressing us too. We just didn't know what to do with 
her. She was family, and we were supposed to be trying 
to give her a family Christmas, all happy and joyful. 

Now, the last time she'd spent much time around us she 
was a perfectly nice girl. That was about three years 
ago, before the divorce and the troubles which led to 
it. Not anymore. Now, she'd swear, disobey, talk back, 
break things and throw tantrums. We'd grounded her 
after the second day of her visit, and talked with her 
a lot. Long discussions, explaining our house rules, 
and trying to find some way to reach her. But none of 
this seemed to have any effect on her.

I talked with her mom, and she told us "Just whoop her 
butt. She'll understand that, and settle down. I don't 
know why you'd expect her to just listen to you."

We were reluctant to carry out this advice. I hadn't 
liked it a bit when my parents spanked me, or my sister 
for that matter, and I definitely knew that we hadn't 
'settled down! We just learned how to avoid getting 
caught. It took some hard knocks after leaving home to 
get my life together, and I wasn't entirely sure my 
sister had learned that yet. Maybe we were just soft, 
but I'd promised never to spank my child, and didn't 
like the idea of doing it to my niece. Especially not 
at her age!

Then, Wilma smacked her baby cousin Brandon in the 
face, hard, knocking him down. "He should just leave me 
alone! I don't want to play with him now," she told us. 
She showed no apparent remorse for doing it, not even 
an "I'm sorry," said to placate us, even if it were 
insincere. 

We knew we had to do something. We talked it over, and 
agreed that I'd spank her. Maybe, after I did that, I 
might get her to listen long enough to make her 
understand. I didn't want to hurt her but she couldn't 
go around hurting others.

"Wilma, you can't go around hitting Brandon, or anyone 
else for that matter," I told her as she stood in the 
living room, waiting impatiently for me to get done 
with my useless prattle. My wife was sitting in the 
chair across the room, just listening, there for morale 
support. I don't know why I ended up being the heavy, 
having to punish her, but Maggie just wouldn't do it no 
matter how I asked.

We'd put Brandon to bed. I didn't want him to see a 
spanking, something we'd never done to him. It was late 
enough that we could just send our niece to bed 
afterward, our more usual punishment of confinement and 
no TV. This time, there would be one more element.

"Your mom told us that we should spank you if you are 
bad."

"I thought you guys didn't do that!" Wilma protested.

"We'd rather not do it, but you just haven't listened 
to us, and we can't put up with that type of behavior. 
I talked with your mom tonight and she insists that we 
need to do it."

"Did you tell her what I did?"

"Yes."

"Oh, she'll be mean to me. I'm sorry I hit Brandon. 
Please don't tell mom again, Uncle Bill."

"If you behave, I won't have anything to tell her, will 
I?" I had reached her, with this threat. Did I still 
have to spank her?

"Hell, she's already going to do it anyway. Why should 
I care?"

Wilma said.

She stood with her hands on her hips, her breasts 
jiggling under her T-shirt. Obviously she'd left her 
bra off, again. I really wanted to get her to listen to 
me, and didn't need her trying to... well, to distract 
me with her sexiness. My Maggie was more than sexy 
enough for me, and this deliberate attack -- it was 
more than mere flirting, or even playful teasing -- was 
getting to me.

I had to do it -- I couldn't think of any other 
solution. Dad had always said "This hurts me more than 
it does you." I didn't believe him, but now that I was 
about to do it, it really did hurt me. But still, I had 
to.

"Wilma, come over here," I said sternly.

"Why?"

"So I can spank you, just like your mom does."

To my shocked surprise, she instantly relaxed, letting 
her arms hang down, and walked quickly over to me. No 
arguing, no more talking back. It was as if she was 
resigned to being spanked.

But why was she grinning? Not a smile, she didn't do 
that often, but the same sort of expression she had 
right before she broke something. I guess I just don't 
understand teen-aged girls.

"Just like with mom?" she asked me.

Maggie hadn't said anything, but I could see her 
watching this intently. Wilma was standing in front of 
me, as I sat on an open chair that was just fine for 
spanking. Her back was to my wife, and I could see 
Maggie nod her head, signaling me without words that I 
was doing the right thing.

"Yes, the same way," I assured her.

I realized that I didn't know exactly how this girl got 
spanked. Like Dad did with us? No way, he always took 
our pants and underwear off, even my sister's. I didn't 
see that of course, at least not after I got older, but 
she told me about it. However, I did know that her mom 
spanked her hard and long, and I knew I could do that.

Wilma undid her pants, and slid them down right in 
front of me - all the way down. I was going to protest 
because her neon green bikini panties were not just 
thin, but see-through except for the narrow crotch 
panel that covered her sex. 

She slowly turned all the way around while doing this 
and I could see her bare ass through the cloth, not 
truly concealed. Maggie got a nice look at her as well, 
but neither of us said a word.

It would definitely hurt more to get hit through that 
thin cloth than her jeans. I could live with the 
exposure, and maybe Maggie felt the same way. It wasn't 
like I was doing anything sexual with her, and after 
all, she was my relative and just a child.

While I was thinking this, Wilma slid her panties down 
while staring intently into my eyes. She bent over 
while doing this, thus giving my wife a nice look at 
her bare behind. When she stood up, I couldn't help 
myself. I stared at her furry pussy, lovely light brown 
hair covering it, and the enticing ridge in the middle, 
slightly poking through all that hair. She waited, 
letting me look, saying nothing.

When I looked up to her face, she cocked an eyebrow at 
me before draping herself across my lap, face down, 
hiding her lovely pussy. Her ass looked up at me, ready 
to be spanked. No light spanking, not for this.

What was I thinking? I tried to get control of myself. 
I was aroused, but that wasn't what this was about. 
This was discipline, punishment. Not play. Not sex. Nor 
was I here to hurt her, just to do enough to get her 
attention. To reach this girl. This very sexy girl, who 
apparently thought nothing about letting her Uncle look 
at her bare bottom. No way she didn't notice how I had 
looked at her pussy.

Whap!

I hit her hard with the flat of my hand, and then did 
it again and again, on each ass cheek. Wilma didn't put 
her hands up to protect herself. Instead, she spread 
her legs a bit and pushed herself down into my lap 
harder.

I glanced over at Maggie, and saw that she was 
signaling me. She mouthed 'That girl is getting wet.'

'What?' I said back silently. I wasn't sure what she 
meant, and then I realized it. I'd noticed that her 
panties were damp before, but thought it was just 
sweat.

I lost count of the number of times I'd smacked her by 
now rosy ass and suspected that I'd gone over the 
number planned. Yet Wilma made no complaint at all. She 
whimpered in pain, but truly seemed to be getting off 
on this action. I kept going, and might have kept on 
all night except that I saw Maggie wave to me. She put 
up her hand, signaling "Stop!"

I did that. Then, realizing that Wilma's buns were 
quite red, I rubbed them gently, stroking her on every 
red spot. I noticed that I'd hit her thighs and, with 
her legs spread, in between them. Not on her vagina but 
I could see that now as my fingers passed within an 
inch of that wet opening. I could smell her girlish 
scent too, and I was very glad that Wilma couldn't see 
my face.

The girl said nothing about this, just let me do it. I 
hoped she didn't feel my hard-on, pressed against her 
belly. But my pants were tight, so she'd need to be 
very sensitive to notice. It embarrassed me, and her 
reaction did as well. I had no idea what I was supposed 
to do about that.

"Wilma," I said, "Go to your room, right now, and don't 
come out again tonight. Think about what you've done, 
and we can talk tomorrow about how you can learn to 
behave properly here."

Maggie said, "I know that your mother and dad don't do 
things like us, but I'm sure you can learn to get along 
here. OK?"

I was a bit surprised that Maggie didn't try to say 
more, or offer some other suggestion. I thought she was 
really good at that, finding ways for us to get along 
better, ending fights before they got bad. But she 
looked as disturbed, maybe even aroused, as I felt. 
We'd played spanking games once upon a time, while 
trying out new things together, but somehow it just 
didn't seem fun enough to keep doing. But Wilma truly 
seemed to enjoy it.

We let the girl go, and she didn't even pull her pants 
all the way up. She left the room with her bare ass 
still showing, to my relief, she didn't turn around. I 
could see that my own arousal wasn't concealed well at 
all, once the weight of her bare bottom was off my lap. 
Maybe the increased blood flow made it grow, but I was 
aroused to distraction, watching my sexy teen niece 
leave the room.

'Just a physical reaction, nothing more. I mean, even a 
priest would react to a display like that,' I thought 
to myself. `It doesn't mean I want to make it with the 
girl.' My thoughts came first, then my feelings 
confirmed it. Less of a threat to my virtue than some 
porn star might be if one visited our house, naked. 
Wilma was off-limits, for many reasons, and I was glad. 
But God, what a lovely ass for a teen girl! Especially 
all flushed red from spanking.

Maggie and I talked about what happened. I couldn't 
conceal the effect Wilma had on me from her, but Maggie 
said, "I'm hot and wet, it isn't just you." She stood 
up, then added, "I should go and check on her. Maybe 
she'll want to talk about this."

When Maggie came back, she told me, almost shocked, 
"The girl, that... Wilma was 'having fun.' Not all that 
quietly either. She said 'Spank me,' in between the 
moaning and groaning. I thought maybe that she just got 
wet from the contact, you know, but I think she really 
got off on spanking."

"Like she was hoping to get one?"

"Maybe, yeah."

We went to bed ourselves after this. It was late, but 
we weren't exactly tired. As soon as we got naked, 
Maggie asked me, "How about you spank me like that?"

I was reluctant, because I had such oddly mixed 
feelings about this situation. I hadn't spanked Wilma 
to please her, let alone as a form of sexual 
stimulation. But it sure seemed like that was how she 
took it. I knew that if I did it to Maggie, it would be 
even harder to think of it as just punishment. If I 
slapped my wife's naked ass, it would be to make her 
happy.

But Maggie begged me to do it, and I gave in. Hard 
slaps, but not as many as I'd gave Wilma. Maggie 
interrupted it by saying "Take me. Fuck me from behind 
my whooped ass!"

I didn't need a second invitation, and she was indeed 
hot, wet, and ready. I slid into her pussy, and my hips 
slapped against her red bottom as we fucked. In short 
order, she came from this attention, hard and 
violently.

"Pop it out, I want to eat you."

Another thing I had no problem with. I was very near to 
coming myself, and didn't mind reducing the wet spot 
load a bit. My orgasm was very intense, and though I 
usually managed to stay quiet, this time I yelled out 
loud! 

Then, we did it again. This second time, I thought 
about Wilma's lovely teen bottom and her sweet teen 
pussy as I spanked my lovely Maggie's more mature 
bottom. Her willing exposure, and the joy she felt from 
her spanking, were terribly exciting. I didn't mind, 
since it gave me extra energy for our second session.

After, I cuddled against Maggie and said quietly, "We 
need to do something about Wilma."

"Tomorrow. I'm just spent. Thank you, that was great."

"I love you."

"Me too."

I think I dreamed of spanking Maggie and Wilma 
together. I'm not sure, because it was almost a 
nightmare... because somewhere in it I was having sex 
with a young girl. But maybe it was a younger Maggie, 
or someone else. I'd had a girlfriend when I was 
Wilma's age, and her bottom was -- at least as I 
remembered it -- as lovely as my niece's. I didn't want 
to think, not at all, about having sex with the young 
teen girl staying with us. Not my niece, that would be 
just... wrong.

In the morning, Maggie and I decided to do the simplest 
thing: Nothing. Neither of us felt secure about talking 
to our niece. Not if we were to talk about spanking as 
a form of sex! Instead, we wimped out, talking merely 
about good behavior, and how we hated having to hurt 
her to get her attention and respect.

To our disappointment, but not complete surprise, 
Wilma's temporary good behavior at breakfast wore off 
by lunchtime. We told her to behave, and I even raised 
my voice.

Maggie took me aside, and said, "The girl wants to be 
spanked again. She liked it, and it was no punishment 
for her. She just can't get spankings from us without 
being bad."

"Well, that isn't any help. We don't want her to be 
bad. How are we going to get her to behave, if she 
keeps acting up for more spankings?"

"Well yourself. The next time she is bad, let's test 
out her reactions. See if she really likes getting 
spanked, enough to show us her sexual reaction."

"You mean... what do you mean?"

"I came when you spanked me."

"You did? You were very quiet about it."

"If you had your hand on my pussy, you'd have noticed. 
I was ready to get raped, I wanted you to fuck me hard, 
forever. Or at least, until you got me off again."

"OK, so we'll make sure we know how much she likes it."

"She'll know we know, too. Then, maybe we can have a 
talk about it, and figure out a solution."

It didn't take long for Wilma to throw a toy, missing 
Brandon by inches. His cries of panic drew our 
attention. It was time to put our plan into action.

As Wilma came over to me for her spanking, her eyes 
sparkled, just as they had when she was a kid. She 
dropped her pants, and her young boy cousin Brandon was 
still in the room watching. I'd forgotten to send him 
out. I was going to ask Wilma to undress, but she was 
going ahead without me.

Brandon had seen us, Maggie and me, naked a few times. 
At his age, I figured that seeing this girl punished, 
even bare bottomed, wouldn't be sexual. It might even 
make him feel better, knowing that this terrible 
behavior reaped a terrible punishment, even for this 
much older girl.

"Strip naked," Maggie ordered. "This time, take 
everything off."

Wilma hadn't shown any sign of embarrassment about 
dropping pants and panties in front of her cousin, but 
was hesitant to obey this new command. I reinforced it 
saying, "You need to be totally bare. Nothing covering 
anything that might get spanked."

Maggie added, "You're a big girl, you need to learn to 
behave like one."

I didn't know what getting naked for a spanking had to 
do with growing up, and Wilma also seemed somewhat 
confused, but since it was my wife asking it, she 
complied. Her halter-top didn't hide much, I'd thought, 
until I saw how beautiful her breasts were. It wasn't 
just that they were big for her body, but they were 
firm and full, and her pink nipples were long and quite 
hard. I'd guessed they were hard, seeing their points 
under her top, but the direct view was much more 
exciting.

She got her pants and panties off, then her socks too. 
Naked, not a bit of clothing on, other than her 
earrings, she stood and posed for us. We had not asked 
for that but it was definitely what I wanted. Slowly, 
she rotated, her legs slightly spread. Then, holding 
one breast in her hand, she gave us a lovely show. 

I was terribly turned on, and kept my hand in my lap in 
an attempt to conceal it. My wife was aroused too, 
mouthing to me as I glanced away from Wilma's lovely 
naked body, "She is too hot!"

Our boy seemed a little surprised to see his niece 
naked, but he didn't say anything about that. But he 
did ask, "Are you really going to spank her? I thought 
we didn't do that here."

I explained, "We don't, but Wilma's mom does. We need 
to do this for her... to help her to be good."

He seemed OK with that explanation, and sat down, 
watching us.

The naked girl seemed delighted to lay on my lap, 
anticipating my wishes without words. Her breasts hung 
against my thigh, her legs spread. She looked ready for 
her spanking. Or something more...

I spanked her. Hard, making her butt red and looking 
very sore. She squirmed and cried, but didn't try to 
escape, nor put her hands in the way. Instead, she 
pressed harder against my body, wriggling across my 
lap. And across my hard dick. I worried that she'd 
notice my erection but then decided that it no longer 
mattered.

Forty hard hand hits later, I took a break. My hand was 
getting sore, and Wilma didn't seem to mind what I was 
doing much after all those pats.

Maggie came over by us and said, "I don't think she's 
had enough." 

To Wilma, she said, "Turn over!"

Wilma did so, sitting on my lap, her back against my 
chest. Maggie said, "I don't think that will do. Wilma, 
lay on the carpet on your back, legs apart."

The girl jumped up quickly to do this. I don't know 
what she thought we were going to do. I didn't know 
what Maggie had in mind, precisely, but laying on her 
back, if we resumed spanking it would be on something 
more sensitive than her butt.

My wife grabbed Wilma's breasts, pinching each and 
pulling on them. Then, she grabbed each hard nipple 
tight and squeezed hard. Wilma cried out in pain, but 
said not a word.

Maggie said, "Bill, spank her front."

I was standing between Wilma's legs, and I could see 
clearly the most sensitive "front" on the girl -- her 
spread pussy. I knelt between the girl's legs, and let 
my hand fly. First on her mons, then lower, lower, 
until I was striking her clitoris directly. It was red 
and stiff, poking its pearl tip out for me. I stroked 
it gently, making the girl squirm with pleasure, then 
spanked her again. Stroke, caress, lightly press, and 
then bang with my hand hard against her sensitive 
button. I repeated this action over and over again as 
Maggie pinched and pulled on the girl's breasts.

Our boy joined in. I hadn't noticed him walk over by 
us, intent on my own "punishment" of the delinquent 
girl. He grabbed her left breast and pulled on its 
nipple, copying what his mother was doing to the other 
breast. Maggie quietly told him to keep doing that, to 
help teach her not to hit or hurt him again, so he did 
that.

I don't know what Brandon thought of this, but it made 
me feel very strange to watch him maul his cousin's 
lovely right breast while my wife did the same to the 
left. The fact that I was striking and caressing the 
girl's pussy, ostensibly for punishment, made the whole 
scene seem surreal. I was rock hard but had no idea 
what to make of my feelings. This wasn't sex, not as I 
thought of it. But neither was it a mere spanking.

Wilma didn't complain at all about this punishment. Not 
at all, not a word nor a move in protest. Her breathing 
grew faster as we continued and her pussy was dripping 
wet. We kept this spanking and rubbing on her pussy and 
breasts for quite a while. Pretending to spank her, now 
more caresses mixed with the "punishment," knowing that 
the girl was really getting off on this contact.

Then Maggie asked me, out loud, "Is she a virgin?" 

To Wilma, she added, "Are you?"

Before Wilma could think of how to reply, Maggie told 
me, "Check it out!"

I was between the girl's legs, and I put both hands on 
her pussy, pulling her inner labia open to look at her 
vagina. I couldn't tell from that, so I pressed one 
finger into the opening, slowly pushing it inside. It 
was wet and smooth, very warm and silky, but also quite 
tight. I pressed a second finger in with the first, and 
it could barely fit. 

She was a virgin! At least, I didn't think that my cock 
would fit into that opening, not without a lot of work. 
For all her wanton actions, she was still somewhat 
innocent.

Wilma confirmed my diagnosis, saying, "I am. I haven't 
got a boyfriend yet who will do that with me." She said 
that with long pauses, finding it hard to speak as we 
continued to spank her. I kept the two fingers inside 
her, stroking softly in and out, as I "spanked" her 
clit with the other. I was striking it, but only with 
two fingers, hard but with slow caresses between each 
hit.

We kept up this spanking; I working on her pussy, and 
my wife and on spanking and pinching her nipples. 
Wilma's breathing got faster, and I accelerated my 
attack on her pussy until she came, pressing her vagina 
hard against my fingers, pushing up against my hand 
with her clit, making loud cries.

Maggie explained to Brandon that Wilma was crying from 
the pain. That was true, but only a small part of the 
truth. I worried about that a little, but we could 
clear up the situation later. I didn't think he was old 
enough yet to understand about orgasms.

Wilma certainly knew what happened though. When she 
caught her breath, I told her simply and quietly, "Go 
to your room, and think about what happened tonight."

Maggie and I hugged each other. I was turned on, 
excited by this situation, but confused too. Holding my 
wife made me feel much better. Then I remembered that 
Brandon was still there and that he was still watching 
us.

"Brandon," I said, "your cousin was just playing with 
us. She likes this kind of game. We are going to help 
her play better. After all, the only reason she 
misbehaved with you was..."

My burst of truthfulness suddenly ran out. I didn't 
know how to explain why Wilma liked being spanked, and 
especially the last part where we spanked and played 
with her breasts and sweet pussy until she got an 
orgasm.

Maggie said, "I don't want you to think we would do 
something like this to you, son. You are good, and you 
know how to behave well. But Wilma is having trouble 
adjusting. I hope this helped her, but please, don't 
bug or tease her about it tomorrow. OK?"

"Sure, Mom," he answered. "I guess her mom does stuff 
like that to her all the time."

"I don't know if it is exactly like what we did, but 
you could be right." 

Maggie then took Brandon off for bed. I sat alone, 
thinking about what we'd just done. I tried to think of 
it as just a kind of spanking, but I could still smell 
her scent in the room. I sniffed my fingers and the 
scent and flavor -- as I tasted them -- of her girlish 
pussy sweetness was still there. I remembered how she 
looked and felt, unable to think clearly of anything 
else.

Maggie came back, and we talked for a while. Maggie 
said, "I think that even a stubborn teen girl can 
figure out that we are onto her game."

"Kind of hard to ignore an orgasm when your hand is on 
her pussy, right?"

"I don't know about you, my husband, but I think I got 
carried away playing with her. I tried to spank her, to 
punish her tits, but I just couldn't keep it up. It 
turned me on so to see her getting so hot from it. 
Watching you pat her pussy was, well, almost good as 
when you do it to me."

"Do you think it did any good?" I asked. Then, seeing 
that Maggie seemed confused by the question, "I mean, 
with Wilma's behavior?"

"I don't know. Let's find out."

So we went off to the girl's room, to check on what she 
was doing. Was she angry? Or would she be playing with 
herself, reliving what we'd just been "tricked" into 
doing for her?

When we came by her door, it was quiet. Maggie knocked, 
then walked right in.

Wilma was still naked, lying on the bed above the 
covers. Spread legged on the bed, one foot dangling off 
the side, she looked very sexy. Her pussy looked hot 
and wet, her labia reddened, even more I thought than 
what I'd done to her.

We both just stood and looked at her for at least a 
minute. Wilma's hands were on her hips, not far from 
her pussy, but she lay still, not saying anything or 
moving.

Finally, Maggie said, "Wilma, we don't want a 
repetition of your bad behavior. We don't want to spank 
you, not for ordinary problems. So, I want you to 
promise not to hit anyone or break things on purpose, 
OK?" Wilma didn't say anything. 

I added, "From now on, we'll just ground you as we did 
before."

Then, I looked at Maggie for confirmation. I knew what 
we'd guessed about this girl, and we'd talked about a 
possible solution. Maggie nodded her head, and I looked 
at Wilma, staring at her eyes instead of her delicious 
looking naked teen body.

"Unless, well, and this is the only thing we will still 
spank you for like tonight..."

I couldn't speak coherently, imagining spanking the 
girl's pussy again, touching it and making her come 
from my touches, hard and soft.

Maggie continued for me, "Wilma, if you go around the 
house naked again, outside your room, we'll have to 
spank you again. Just like tonight. Front and back, 
until you scream again like you did tonight. Is that 
understood?"

Wilma shook her head. Then, as if daylight hit the 
room, her eyes lit up and she smiled brightly. Her blue 
eyes sparkled, just as they had when she was a little 
girl.

"Thank you," she told us.

"For what?" I asked.

"For being so good to me. I love you both. This is a 
great Christmas!"

She seemed so happy. I smiled at her and said 
"Goodnight dear," as Maggie and I left. 

We heard some soft sighs coming from her room as we 
slowly walked away. Grasping Maggie's hand, I 
whispered, "Let her have more fun. I need you, I really 
do. I think it is going to be very interesting with her 
around now."

"We'll see... but I'll bet we'll see her naked bright 
and early tomorrow. In the meantime, maybe you'd like 
to give me a nice holiday spanking?"

"I think that could be arranged."

Wilma wasn't being very quiet now, and her cries of 
pleasure were my cue to drag my wife off for a good 
night's spanking.

END

Not sure about nosex code for Wilma's spanking, but how 
else to make it clear that there is only a 
spanking/masturbation scene, no other sex?

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Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2002. 
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