The only one left on Rob and Courtney’s Christmas list was Rob’s little niece, Amanda. “What do you think?” Courtney asked Rob as they were walking through the department store toward the busy interior of Spartan Hill Mall. “Toys? Clothing? Jewelry? Books?”

“I’m not sure,” Rob answered.

“Towels, toothbrush holders, bubble bath,” Courtney said as they stepped through the bath and beauty department.

“She’s only six,” Rob said.

“Furniture,” Courtney said.

“Huh?”

“This pink chair.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No. My parents had one just like it when I was a kid. I hated it.”

“Why?”

“When I was bad, I had to sit on it.”

“You were bad?” Rob said. “When were you ever bad? What did you do?”

“I don’t know,” Courtney said. “The usual stuff. Talking back. Not cleaning up my things.”

“Well, at least it looks comfy enough,” Rob said.

“It was scratchy,” Courtney said. “I had to sit on it without any clothes on. It was worse than a spanking on my bare bottom.”

“That must have been...”

“It was! How I used to dread my dad saying, ‘Courtney, go sit on the pink chair.’”

“Well, we certainly won’t get Manda a pink chair,” Rob said.

“Right,” Courtney agreed. “One of these little white chairs would be much better.”

“Huh?” Rob said.

“The seat is so much smoother,” Courtney said. “Feel.” She ran her hand over the polished wooden seat.

Rob felt the seat too. “Yup, smooth. But it’s so little. It’s almost like a footstool.”

“And,” Courtney continued, sitting down on the little chair, “it’s so nice and sturdy. Not rickety or tippy at all.”

“That’s nice,” Rob said. “But it’s so low. I don’t think Manda would...”

Courtney grinned at Rob. “It’s not too low. It’s the perfect height.”

“The perfect height for what?”

Courtney looked up at Rob, standing next to her. Then she nodded her head towards his groin. “The perfect height for cock-sucking,” she whispered, her lips an inch from his cock.

“Oh, Courtney,” Rob said. “Don’t tell me your dad...”

“I want it,” Courtney said. “I want it bad. Will you get it for me? Please? Pretty please with sugar on top?”

Rob just stood there.

“Okay, then I’m going to steal it,” Courtney said. She reached down and ripped the sales tag from the stool’s leg and handed the tag to Rob. “Here, you take this to the cashier. I’m going to carry the chair out to the car. If they stop me, then you can say you were going to pay for it, and show them the tag. If they don’t stop me, you just drop the tag and meet me in the parking lot. Got it?”

“Courtney...”

But Courtney was already walking purposefully towards the exit, the little chair in her grasp.

At home, Courtney said, “You paid for the chair anyway, didn’t you? Even though they didn’t stop me.”

Rob nodded.

Courtney shook her head. “You’re incorrigible.”

Rob said, “I just can’t believe your dad...”

“He didn’t,” Courtney said. “I lied about that. I lied about everything. There was no pink chair. I was never bad.”

“Oh, Courtney,” Rob sighed.

Courtney hung her head.

“Take off your clothes,” Rob said. “Take off all your clothing and sit on the little white chair, you naughty, naughty girl.”

Afterwards, traces of Rob’s cum still on her lips, Courtney said, “We still need to figure out something to get for Amanda.”