A Girl's Special Christmas Gift

by Pulsar

Guys: Enjoy the peep show. Gals: This is YOUR Christmas. What you are about to read here happens to YOU! (Background is similar to the 'Video Starlet' series.)

You are 10 years old and Christmas has come. You live with your aunt because you’re mom is in rehab. As for you father, you never met him. He was a high-school boyfriend of your mom… for several weeks before he moved on. But that’s another story. Fortunately, your young beautiful aunt who was only fourteen when you were born has assumed care of you. She loves you very much.

After spending Christmas with Grandma and Grandpa, you return to her apartment where you. The fresh snow covers the ground in the early afternoon of this suburban bedroom community like a crisp white blanket. You carefully climb the frosty steps to the upstairs two- bedroom apartment with an armful of your new presents. You got some fashionable clothes you’re anxious to try on, even though they’re more for summer than winter. Soon you enter the apartment and once again you are warm. After fixing some hot cocoa, your aunt declares, “Don’t forget the Christmas party they’re having for kids tonight at the roller-skating place! It starts at six!”

“I know,” you assure. “Can’t wait to try my new skates Grandma got me!”

“Oh, and speaking of which… you still have a few more presents to open, but you’ll soon realize why I didn’t take them over to Grandma and Grandpa’s house this morning.”

“Oh, you shouldn’t have,” you say, even though you’re thrilled to death. After all, you’re only ten! You shed your long coat and kick off your shoes. Then, your aunt brings you your old stocking from your ‘Santa Clause’ years, although she still swears to you that there truly is a Santa. You know the rules. No peaking! You cannot look inside; you can only reach and grab one item at a time. Right way, you sense something long, flat and hard inside, but Auntie says, “No! Grab that last!” And so you fell around and pull out few cheep trinkets such as kiddie nail polish, lipstick, and even a bottle of sunless tanning crème. “Cool!” you say.

“Those are for when you’re ‘nice,’” says Auntie.

Then, you reach in again and feel something that feels like a magic marker. But when you pull it out, you realize it’s a plastic case containing a rectal thermometer! “Oh-mah-gawd!” you say in disbelief. Finally, all that’s left is the long thin hard object… perhaps wooden. You pull it out. It’s a paddle!

“Those are for when you’re ‘naughty!’” assures Auntie with grin. You feel embarrassed, yet at the same time, a tingling feeling begins between your legs. And so you stack the items from the stocking on the back of the couch.

“Hold on, now,” Auntie says as she reaches under the couch. She produces a few more wrapped presents she had hidden. Naturally, you desperately rip open the first one, finding a small, flat, light weight white gift box. Upon opening that, you find a shiny red spaghetti-strap top with hints of sparkly glitter. You gasp. “Oh, Auntie, this is sooo cute! I only wish it was hot out so I could wear this!” you say as you hug the cottony-soft garment.

Auntie only chuckles. “I’m glad you like it sweetie,” she says. “Now open this one!” she says as she hands you a small package made from a toilet paper tube wrapped like a giant piece of candy.

You take a deep breath and tear the paper free at one end and reach inside. At first, it feels like thick silky shoe strings. When you pull out the contents, your head spins in shock… and a strange sense of both excitement and embarrassment. In your hands, you hold up…

…a black thong panty!

“Oh-mah-gawd!” you say, finding no other words. You’ve heard about them, but you’ve never even seen one before, and now suddenly, you own one! For some reason, you like it, but are unsure if you should outright admit it. “You mean… I’m old enough to wear a thong?”

“Well…” says your aunt, now blushing herself. “Not exactly! What I mean is… not to school, or most any other places. But on special occasions, you can wear it when we go out… as our secret!”

You smile and giggle with excitement. “Gee… thanks! I’ll definitely try it on later.”

Then, she hands you one more package. It feels like a small pizza box in your hand and as light as air. But you anxiously tear the paper off. And as you suspected, it is an old pizza box. You open the lid to find a thick layer of pink tissue paper. You pick up the paper and slowly unfold it to reveal the contents. It’s also of black fabric, yet feels like thick and sturdy spandex. You unfold it and suddenly realize what it is…

…a brief-cut pair of black shorts! … very, *VERY*, short, SHORT shorts!

“Oh-mah-gawd!” you say as you flip them around to look at the back. They do not look quite like panties. They are cut longer than panties in the front, yet the back is cut quite brief! “Oh-mah- gawd!” you utter again in amazement. “Nice shorts!”

Once again, your aunt giggles. “Of course you can’t just were those anywhere,” she says.

“I know, but when it’s summer and I have a good tan, I’ll want to wear ‘em somewhere,” you say.

“Besides… uh…” you began to feel a little shy, “these… uh… show more skin for when you tickle my legs!” And so, you get up from the couch with the new clothes in your hand. “I wanna try ‘em all on right now!” you declare as you realize just how bad your crotch is throbbing down between your legs.

“I’ve been waiting all month since I bought them,” says Auntie in desperation. “Don’t take too long!” You start for your room when she says, “Wait! Here! Take the black knee socks, new shoes, and glitter jacket so you’ll have a complete outfit!”

“Okay!” And with that, you race to your room. True, Grandma got you some new nylon black knee-socks that just happened to match the color of the shorts (by your Auntie’s intention). Auntie had also given you a lightweight, long-sleeved black satin dress jacket to wear over a shirt to look dressy.

You close the door, even though your aunt has seen every inch of your body before. You quickly remove your socks and red Christmas dress. Then, you slide down your pink cotton panties and reach for the black thong. The strings tickle your legs and hips as you pull it on. Once in place, you find that the ‘thong’ is tickling your bottom crack. It feels very sensuous and free. And so you pull on the red spaghetti-strap tee with its sparking glitter. Then, you reach for the shorts. They fell smooth as they gently slide up your bare legs. As they glide over your hips, the hem of the leg openings tickles the bare flesh of your buttocks. Once in place, they hug your bottom and crotch like a glove. As you twist about to look, you realize that almost half your bottom is exposed!

Out of habit, you reach back to pull them down because it feels as if they’re pulled up to high, but once they’re down to gym-short length, the waist band too far down. And so you pull them back up into place, once again exposing your smooth lower bottom cheeks. Now you realize why Auntie provided the thong. A regular pair of panties would be showing in back. You also realize it’s a new yet pleasant sensation you’ll have to get used to. And so you sit back down on your bed to pull up the black knee-socks. As you move around, you realize how much the shorts hugs and caresses your crotch with every move.

But then you step in to the new black dress shoes. For the final touch, you put on the satin jacket over your spaghetti straps. Then, you take a quick look in the mirror. You’re self-conscious of your young girlish body, but with the jacket on, the only thing really showing are your girlish bare thighs and some of your bottom. How quickly you realize that the innocent knee socks actually forces attention to your bony dimpled kneecaps and bare thighs that still have just a hint of baby-fat in the inner sides— not enough to make you look overweight, but just enough to make them look curvy and sweet.

And so, you take a deep breath and open the door. You feel very pretty and attractive at this point, even though you’re well aware that you’re not considered the school beauty queen. But your not ugly either. And so, you slowly return to the living room and present yourself to your aunt.

“Well… here it is!” you declare as you strike a pose.

Upon first sight, your aunt’s eyes bulge like saucers. Her mouth falls open. You hear a gasp of amazement. “Oh my…” she says nearly speechless. “Oh… my… gawd!”

“Well,” you say nervously as you realize just how much of you is on display.

Your poor aunt struggles to breathe. “I swear, my little angel, you’re the closest thing to Heaven I’ll ever see,” she says. “I’ve never been a good church-goer, but seeing how beautiful you look proves there’s a God somewhere out there! No random cosmic wha-cha- ma-call-its could have made this!”

“So you like it?” you dare ask in spite of your aunt’s words, milking her for all the compliments and admiration you can get.

“Of course I like it! When I bought those things, I was so desperate to see you in them! It was the longest wait for Christmas in all my life! And you’re even prettier than I ever imagined!”

You blush and smile. “Thank you Auntie,” you say. “But... I’m kinda pale! Now I know what the sunless tanning crème is for.”

“I’ll take you any color,” assures Auntie. And so you approach her. “Well… go on! Turn around! Let’s see the back!” she coaxes.

And so you turn around to show her just how much the shorts reveal in back. “They’re pretty short!” you say.

“Of course they are,” replies Auntie. “That’s why I got them!”

And so, you voluntarily strike several more poses in them. You sit down and kick one leg up. “I- wear- short-shorts!” you sing in your little girly voice, much to both of your amusement! Then, you do the splits. You bend your knees and squat down, sitting on your feet. Then, you pull out a wooden chair from the small table in the dining area and sit down. Once again, you realize just how short the short are when you feel the cold wooden seat on your bare skin, for there is no fabric covering your ‘sit spot’ whatsoever! You seductively cross your legs, feeling your thighs tighten around the crotch of the thong and shorts, milking your poor throbbing cunny for all it’s worth. “How’s this look, Auntie?” you dare to ask with a shy smile.

“You belong on a magazine cover!” she declares. “If the model scouts saw you, they’d take you away from me so I’m gonna keep you locked up here forever!”

At that, you giggle. “Don’t worry Auntie. I’ll never leave you!”

And so, you rise from the chair and approach your aunt. You stare into her in her awe-struck eyes. “Oh thank you Auntie. I love you!” With that, you leap onto her lap facing her, straddling her legs. You embrace each other tight as you wrap your legs about her torso. You feel your aunt’s gentle caress on your back as the both of you begin to rub noses with eyes tightly closed. Then, as her hands work their way down, your lips meet, gently teasing one another. Then, your aunt’s hands start to gently caress your bare knees, gently tracing around the tops of your knee-socks. As her fingertips start to gently caress the bare flesh on the sides of your thighs, your tongues begin to penetrate each other. Now, you are embraced in a passionate kiss. As it grows more intense, her hands now ‘test’ out the new shorts by caressing that bare skin on your bottom that otherwise would be covered, even in the shortest of conventional gym shorts. “Mmmmm!” you moan as you realize how much you’ve soaked the crotch of your skimpy thong. You feel her hands gentle squeeze your bare buttocks left uncovered by the briefness of your new short-shorts, causing you to squeeze her torso with your legs. Then, she lightly traces around the hem of the shorts with her fingertips.

“Oh Auntie I LOVE these shorts!” you whisper into your aunt’s ear, your own words making you all the more horny.

“I hope you like them half as much as I do!” she whispers back.

You take a deep breath as you feel her hands rub all over the bare skin of your buttocks, realizing that this particular position, the shorts expose even more skin. Your flesh breaks out in goose bumps. “Oooooh,” you softly moan at the sensation on your exposed bottom.

Then, you aunts softly sings into our ear, “Who- wears- short-shorts?”

“I- wear- short-shorts!” you reply back again with a giggle.

You hear your aunt breathe deeply as she rubs and squeezes your naked upper thighs and buttocks. “Y’know,” she says softly. “Why don’t you wear this outfit tonight with your new skates to the party!”

“Oh can I?” you say excitedly. “I can’t wait! I’m gonna have the coolest skating outfit there!”

“And the prettiest!” adds Auntie as she gently pats your bare legs. “But you might want to wear some sweatpants over this for the drive over.”

And so the time passes At six o’clock, you pull into the parking lot of the local suburban skating rink, all decked out in Christmas lights. However, before you get out of the car, you slide down your sweatpants, secure your long coat about you, and grab your skates. Braving the cold, you race with your aunt to the entrance. Once inside, you began to see some of your friends from school in the carpeted area getting ready to skate. Apparently, they had similar ideas, for many of them had just slid off their sweat pants to reveal gym or cheer shorts to skate in. Most of them wear loud knee-socks full of colorful stripes as well. You see Tracy from your class now in shorts, her long skinny legs and sharp pointy kneecaps exposed. “Hi!” she says with a smile that’s missing a few baby teeth. “Did you wear shorts?”

Suddenly, you feel shy, for no one is showing as much leg as you are beneath your long coat. “Uh…yeah!” you say. “I’m wearing shorts alright!” Finally, you unbutton the front, both excited and nervous. Then, you fling it off to reveal to a few of your friends who’ve gathered around your new fancy wardrobe.

“Oh mah gawd!” they say. “How’d you get your aunt to let you wear those?”

“Ooooh… cooool!” says another. A few curious hands reach out to gently sample the bare flesh of your legs and buttocks that only you are exposing at this point. The sensations of all those fingers on your flesh makes you tingle.

“Aw man! I want shorts like that!” says young Laurie.

And so you secure your skates and head for the floor, but the small crowd around you can’t keep their hands off your tight shorts and bare legs.

As the evening wears on, you grow more bold, skating around the rink beneath the flashing lights and mirror balls in your tight, body- hugging short shorts, knee-socks. You’ve removed the jacket and are now just wearing the spaghetti straps for a top. “Hey, nice shorts!” you hear more than once. And all evening, you find your crotch perpetually moist and tingly as you skate around. Other times, you hear a voice in the background saying, “Mom, I want shorts like that,” and such.

And of course, as the time passes, more and more girls of all ages who wore their shorts to the rink began to roll them up. The trend spreads like wildfire. Even a few of the little first-grade girls who came to the party in shorts are now skating around with their shorts wedged into their little bottoms. You stare are Tracy in her hot pink gym shorts, now rolled up like a wedgie, showing off her long white skinny legs and pale little butt-cheeks. You see Kimmy, who’s only nine years old, in her lime-green shorts rolled up high and tight, squeezing her buns and fleshy inner thighs. Laurie’s cotton shorts ride almost like a thong. You spy a bruise on her bottom she’s unaware of, probably from falling down earlier that night from being out of practice on skates. By now, the crotch of your thong is soaked from being surrounded by all your peers showing so much skin.

Finally, you leave the floor to rest on a bench in the carpeted area. Once again, your friends gather around, all with shorts rolled up high and tight. Kimmy, sits down next to you on the small bench, her bare legs pressed against your own. “Hey, maybe we should start a secret short-shorts club!” shouts Kimmy over the music as she reaches down to pat your leg. “All of us girls will get together in short-shorts and hang out somewhere and watch people look at our legs and butts!”

“Yeah!” adds Tracy as she sits down on the other side of you. “My mom said she might get me a pair if I behave!”

“And we could rub lotion on each other’s bare legs in our secret sleep-over meetings!” adds Leslie.

“And take each other’s pictures in our short-shorts with digital cams for our secret monthly magazine!” says Laurie. “My mom has a color printer!”

“And… for the initiation to join… you have to get spanked in your short-shorts by the members!” adds Tracy.

“Tracy, you are soooo evil!” you say with a giggle.

But time passes quickly when you’re having fun. Finally, the rink closed down early because it’s Christmas day and you head back home. That night, you sit on the couch eating a few cookies before bedtime, leaning your head lovingly on Auntie’s shoulder. “I love you Auntie,” you say. “You’re the greatest!”

“I love you to, sweetie,” she says as she pats and rubs your bare thigh. You sit in the living room for many minutes in silence, now lit only by candlelight. But finally, she turns and whispers, “There’s just one more thing about those shorts I’ve gotta test out.”

With that, she puts her hands under your armpits. After giving you a gentle tug, you suddenly understand what she’s trying to do. She wants to position you over her lap into a spanking position. Now you realize she wants to see what it’s like to spank you in those shorts. And so you slowly shift about. Soon, you are over her knee with your bottom up high with very little protection offered by the shorts. You feel her fingertips rubbing all over your bare buttocks and along the hemline of your new shorts, which in this position, is now more than half-way up your bottom. You feel her rubbing and squeezing, making you moan softly. But then, you feel a gentle slap across your bottom, which makes you moan louder and hump against her thigh. She gives another light slap and then rubs again. For several minutes, you feel both rubs and slaps across your bottom. Most of the spanks strike the bare skin, but a few are up higher and hit the fabric of the shorts. The longer this goes on, the more you writhe and thrust. And… the harder the slaps get. Your breathing grows heavier as the sting slowly warms your bottom.

“Pull the shorts down!” you finally dare to cry out. “I want it on the bare bottom!”

And so, your aunt pauses long enough to seize the waistband of your shorts. You lift up to allow them to slide down. You feel them go down your bare legs, and then off the ends of your feet. But then, the slaps resume. Each swat stings your bottom, yet you feel yourself getting your aunt’s leg very wet. “We’ve taken care of the ‘nice,’ so I guess it’s time to deal with the ‘naughty!’” says Auntie.

“Yes, Auntie, I guess I’m a little naughty too!” you say as you continue to hump her leg. And so the slaps continue across your bare bottom. Sometimes she strikes the right, sometimes the left, and sometimes she manages to spank both of your bare buns at the same time. Occasionally, she pauses to rub some of the sting out before resuming.

Nevertheless, she spanks hard enough to sting, but not enough to make you bawl. For play, she likes you just on the verge of tears only. But after some more swats, it stops again for a gentle rub on your warm red buttocks.

Then, you feel the cold sensation again slowly entering your throbbing rectum. “OOOoooh!” you moan as you kick your feet. “OoooOOH! Oh, Auntie! I’m such a bad girl!” She continues to tickle your rectum a little longer, driving you further to the brink. “OOOoooh! Oh-gawd that tickles! It’s gonna make cum!” you cry out as you realize you’re getting close.

“How’s that feel?” she asks as she twirls it about.

“Ooooh! It feels great!” you cry out. “I (-pant-) can’t hold (-pant- ) out anymore! (-pant, pant-) I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cuuuuum!!!” She wiggles the thermometer, pushing you over the edge. You go out stiff as aboard across her lap with one hard thrust.

Then, you explode, just as you warned. With a high shriek, you burst into a violent orgasm. You feel your little stomach, cunny and rectum pulsating to the contractions, squeezing her invading finger tightly. The contractions seem to go on forever as you feel like you’re falling through time and space.

After a long time, you finally fall limp in place, lying in the slippery juicy mess you made on her thigh. You softly moan as you struggle to catch your breath while your aunt rubs your red bottom. But finally, she helps you back up. Once again, you embrace each other. “God, I love you!” she says as she squeezes you tight. “You are sooooo hot! I’m glad my sister got knocked up so I could have you!”

“I love you too, Auntie. You’re spankings make me want to be naughty,” you say. “But next time, use the paddle too!”

Finally, she picks you up and carries you into her bedroom. By the time she lays you down on her bed, you’re half-asleep. Auntie slowly removes the rest of your nice clothes and covers you up. Soon, she climbs into bed herself and turns out the light. “I heard what you girls were saying tonight,” she whispers. “If you’re gonna start a short-shorts club, then you should hold your ‘secret’ meetings here where you all will be safe and nobody will know… except me of course!”

You slowly fall asleep, dreaming of all your friends in their short- shorts with their baby-soft bare legs intertwined about you, quite a nice ending to a wonderful Christmas day.

Merry Christmas to all… and to all a good night!