Mary and Daphne #161

Inspired by a real brush.

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The mail arrived. That is literally all that happened. Mary was the one who went and got it. I merely walked into the kitchen to see if my mail-order medicine had arrived. And what did I find?

I found Mary, standing over a torn Amazon delivery bag, smiling like she’d gotten a present she’d always wanted, and she was tapping that present into her palm with a wistful look plastered to her face. I saw that present, a hairbrush that at a glance I could tell was a weapon of ass destruction, and I said to myself, Get thee behind me, Satan! Not today!

I did an about face sharp enough to make the Marines proud and was halfway into taking giant steps the hell outta there as speedily as that time I walked in on my parents.

But the commandant I married ordered me to, “Stay.”

“But I didn’t do anything,” I whined liked the whiniest person who ever whined when they were whining (which I had every right to). Slumped shoulders, defeated expression, gaping frown, barely holding my torso upright as I spun around and shuffled toward her cuz I’m a good girl (a very good girl!) who does what she’s told (most of the time). Any sane person would’ve been running down the block knocking over trashcans to slow their pursuer.

“I didn’t say you did anything,” my Mary who is mean to me said as she took me by my upper arm and tugged me toward the kitchen table. Dragging my feet would be an understatement; I had them firmly planted on the floor and was gliding along on my socks (stupid collaborationist socks!). She turned a chair around and sat down in it.

“But I don’t wanna spanking,” I said – no, declared! With fist clenching, foot stomping, and all the pouting I could muster. You don’t fight a brush like that. You just try to make it feel sorry for you. But some brushes are pitiless.

“And I’m not going to spank you.” Wait, really?

No; not really. She yoinked me off my feet and over her knee.

“You said …”

“Just as soon as I’m done spanking, I’m not going to spank.” SPANK.

“Ouch! That hurts!”

“I was hoping for that.” Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank.

“Marrry! This isn’t fair!”

“It’s very unfair, you silly goose.” Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank. “Let’s get these down.”

“No!” Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank. “Eeeeeeee! Stop! It hurts!”

“It’ll hurt (SPANK) less if you hold (SPANK!) still.” Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank.

That is specious reasoning, which is why while she was busy spanking, I was busy trying to freestyle medley my way off her lap. I mean, how much more could face planting onto the kitchen floor hurt than that brush?

“And these too.”

“NO! NOT BARE! MAR-EEEEEEEEEE!”

“Of course (SPANK!) bare.” Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!

“So mee-hee-hee-ean.”

“Very mean.” Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!

“Wuhaa-aaa-aaa.” Spank! spank! spank!

“There. Look at me.” Fine! Fine I will! I’ll look at her, and she can see what she did!

She reached over and wiped a tear off my face, making one of her trademark o-really faces and rubbing the teardrop between her forefinger and thumb. Yeah! Really!

“Daphne, this is a real tear.”

“Of course it’s real you (stampeding of victimized vicuñas) and (bleats of innocent ibexes) and (lamentations of oppressed submissives everywhere) and just mean! Mean! (Wounded wookie)!”

SPANK!

“All done?”

“ … MEEEAAAANN!!!!” SPANK! “Hmmph!”

“Now you’re done.” What can I say? The woman knows me; I was done. “Sit up.”

She helped me sit up, but I was having none of it. I was on my feet and rubbing my butt and scowling at her something fierce. I was fierce! I AM fierce! Grrrr!!! And stuff too, cuz hell hath no fury like a bottom scorched.

“Daffy …”

“No! No, Mary! Bad Mary!” She started to get up. “No! You stay for a change!”

And I’ll tell you what I did next. Just to show her I won’t put up with her shenanigans and raw exercises of domme power, that there are consequences for her actions just like she’s always telling me there are for mine! I sat down in her lap, put my cheek against her chest, and held onto her like a koala to her favorite tree.

That’ll show her. That’ll show her good! Mary with the demon brush and the … soft kisses on my hair and fingertips going up and down my back and palm patting my newly spanked bare bottom.

“No one does histrionics like you, Daffodil.”

“I’ll histrionic you,” I softly bellowed back while wiping my nose on her shirt.

“Ha!”

“That thing heccin hurts!”

“The reviews said it would. I thought you were gonna swim right off my lap.”

“What reviews? It came from Amazon.”

“The reviews on Amazon.”

“The reviews on Amazon are about spanking?”

“Mhmm. You wanna read them later?”

“ … Yes.”

“You wanna go upstairs and lemme rub lotion on your butt?”

“Mhmm.”

“Up you go.”

“Can I return that brush tomorrow,” I asked because reasons.

“No, sweetie. It’s going to live on the end table in the living room.”

“What!?!”

“It’s perfect for quick, on-the-spot corrections. You’ll be glad it’s always in reach. Just think of how well behaved you’ll be. Won’t that feel good?”

“No! Can we at least keep it in a drawer? It’s gonna give me nightmares.”

“My little drama princess.”

“Meanest queen ever.”

“Love you.”

“Love you back.”