Mary and Daphne #156

So what’s in the black mystery bag? Was it worth being well behaved? And let’s be honest with ourselves and all admit together that a person can find being well behaved quite burdensome even though they’re not a brat. Really.

“Daffodil,” Mary said to me Sunday afternoon. We’d attended zoom church, had lunch, and were having a lazy Sunday, the best kind, when my lovely wife sang my name as she came a-looking for me. “Daffodil … There you are.”

“I need sun or else I revert to being a ginger,” I said from the chaise lounge on our patio. Not that it’s possible to get a tan or anything this time of year, but a little Vitamin D is good for the … whatever Vitamin D does. And it was warm enough to be okay in a light jacket.

“It’s been a week.”

“What has,” I asked knowing exactly what had been a week.

“Wanna come inside?”

“I don’t know. Do I?”

“C’mere, smartypants.” She pulled me to my feet and gave me a fun swat on my butt as she followed me inside. “Up the stairs and stop at the top.”

O dammit all to yes she’s got the blindfold. And was twirling it suggestively on her finger. She’s always suggesting stuff and things. The blindfold is less a sex thing and more a I’m-excited-and-want-this-to-be-a-surprise thing. I even made her put it on the first time I made a whole chicken cuz I was proud of how good I did. Sooo good! It was brown and crispy on the outside and tender and moist on the inside, and the potatoes! OMG the potatoes!

Anyhoo, she guided me into our boudoir and bade me hold still. “Arms up.” She took my jacket and shirt off, and I felt the vent blowing. She always turns the heat up a little or the A/C down a little when she gets me naked for these things. She wants me comfortable and relaxed, not goosebumpy and cold. “You put on a bra today.”

“I thought I’d be fancy,” I giggled. I wasn’t cold, but still a little goosebumpy with the excitement and anticipation. She took off my bra, and I could sense her circling around me.

“Another growth spurt,” she said as she hugged me from behind, taking two handfuls of … something, and added, “and you’ll be ready to graduate out of training bras.”

“They’re not training bras, and I’m only letting that pass because … mmmm.” With the grabbing and the kneading and the mmmm.

“Pants down next.” I coulda predicted that. She has taken my pants down so many times, she can flick a finger and the button just pops open. It just goes to show that ninja sorceresses hafta practice too. I mean, she mastered it sooner than a regular person would and does it with a certain sprezzatura, but it took practice to make perfect. There’s hope for us mere mortals yet. “With these slim little hips of yours. And what pretty panties you’re wearing.”

“They just appeared in my drawer as if by magic.” As if an underpants gnome – and not just any underpants gnome, but Mary Queen of the Underpants Gnomes – had taken a pair of my most ladylike panties and put them in my drawer, right on top where I’d be sure to see them, the royal purple satin standing out from the few pairs of cotton ones she’d left for me (unicorns, seahorses, strawberries, Hello Kitty, plain heather grey with a little pink bow).

“Know what’s more fun than wearing pretty panties?”

“Having them peeled d-down your legs by y-you?”

“Are you stuttering cuz you’re nervous or cuz you’re excited?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “Lift your foot.”

“Can I keep my socks on?”

“Toes cold?”

“Mhmm.”

“I got the heated throw all warmed up to keep those nice and toasty. Lift.” Aww! See how she thinks of me? “And the other … There. Daphne Ann Taylor, you are naked.”

“This sorta thing happens to me every day,” I giggled. True story. At some point, naked. Showers, getting dressed … stuff and things.

“Stand right here,” Mary said as she put me in a very specific spot.

“Why?”

“Cuz.”

“Woah! You pushed me!” O my god, seriously? She pushed me! She pushed me right down on to the bed.

“I’ve always wanted to do that. You okay?”

“Yeah.” Hey, she pushed me. That’s new and different. I mean, I’m more used to being pulled than pushed. Pulled into the corner for a timeout. Pulled into the dressing room at Macy’s for a … chastisement, verbal only cuz I’m way too old to get spanked. Really. Pulled into restrooms, out of cars … bent over the hood of the same car. I guess that counts as pushing, not that she ever has to pull or push very hard. I’m quite biddable. It’s almost like, and wouldn’t this be crazy, I like that stuff. Weird, I know.

“So,” I asked, “what’s in that bag?” No particular reason I was asking. In fact, I really didn’t even care. That’s me – a study in nonchalance.

“Well,” my Mary said to me as she did something. IDK what. I was blindfolded. Remember? “First off, let’s set some ground rules.”

“I’m a good rule follower. One of the best. Really.” Just ask Mrs. Kindler, my kindergarten teacher. She recognized right away that I’m a good rule follower and even told my parents and the school counselor, ‘Daphne gets very anxious when other people aren’t following the rules.’ Ya don’t think that was indicative of any qualities or interests I’d later hold in life, do you?

“You’re a very good rule follower, and an all-around good girl.” Squeeee! “Which is why I know you’ll follow these rules. The first rule is do your best to hold still. The second rule is keep your hands above your head. The third rule is keep your feet on the bed. And the fourth rule is do as I say, but that’s always a rule, isn’t it?

“Yes’m”

“And if you need help with any of the other three rules, I put the restraints on the bed posts just in case. Say the word, and we’ll just tie you down.”

“I’m sorry, the who now?”

“The restraints. You remember those. We got them a long time ago because a certain someone had a difficult time learning to stay in position. Remember?”

“Ugh.”

“Heehee. So that would be a yes.” It would indeed be a yes. Relating that period in our relationship deserves its very own chapter that I may someday relate in this diary that no one will ever read except me, but to sum it up, it went something like ‘Hold still.’ ‘Ouch!’ ‘I told you to hold still, little girl.’ And then she tied me down.

“So let’s see those hands above your head.” I could hear her moving around, then coming back toward me and felt the bed sink when sat down next to my hip. “When you said you didn’t feel well last week, I thought it would be a good time to get out the present Sandy gave me.”

“Sandy’s been giving you presents?” Which, just first off, what the hell?!? I was the kinda kid who needed a present on someone else’s birthday to avoid getting all huffy and tossing a wobbly. I got over it by age seven. But also, I like presents! Where’s my present!?! Getting Mary presents without getting me a present … Hmmph! And second, crap. Sandy, that magnificent pot stirrer who delights in getting my goat and is directly responsible for the introduction of all things absorbent and crinkly into my life.

“Mhmm. She thought since it’s my job to take care of you, I could use a few special tools to help.” Eep.“Let’s start by having you spread those legs.” Gulp. “It came in such a nice bag too. It has a zipper.” She unzipped it, she rezipped it, she unzipped it. Such a cliché … but it had a way of making me tingly anyway. Nothing reminds you you’re naked and blindfolded like a zipper to a mystery bag full of what I suspected were med-fet toys opening and closing.

“She even left some instructions for me. ‘Dear Mary, You take such good care of Daffy, and to help you do that, I got you some special supplies for a special little girl. I know you’re not a nurse, but if you follow these instructions you shouldn’t hurt her too much.’ Isn’t that sweet of her?”

“(Squirmy anxiety noises).”

“Okay, let’s see. Step one. Aww, this’ll be good. Remember to hold still.”

O heccin heck I tried to hold still. I heard something tear, and deduced a moment later it was a little paper foil packet containing an alcohol wipe that Mary went and, “Eeeeep!!”

“No squirming, Daffodil.”

“That’s … hot.”

“Yes, sweetie. I know what alcohol wipes feel like. It probably feels very cool now, doesn’t it.”

“Ehem.”

“What a cute whimper that was. It’s important to be very sanitary. Remember when we talked about hygiene for young ladies? We’ll just get this … there we go. Almost done with this part. Just a couple more. Are you cold?”

“Mmm-mmm.”

“O good. Cuz your nipples are so hard.”

Yes. Yes they were. Hard, and then warm and then cool.

“One more time. Let me reach uff under uff here and … there it is. Ope! Keep those legs open.”

“Eeeee I’m tryingggg.” Isn’t there some kind of clause in the Hippocratic oath about not using alcohol wipes on any part of the female body that could be euphemistically described as a button?

“No shame in asking for the restraints if you need them, baby. Okay, that’s done. Step two. A manual exam. I think this will feel familiar to you.”

“What … wuh mmmm.”

“You’re supposed to do this each month. Have you been doing it at least once a month?”

“Y-yes.” But I don’t do it quite the way she was doing it. Not quite as much kneading or pinching … or circular motions.

“What’s your secret, Daffodil?”

“My huh?”

“Your secret to keeping your breasts so perky? Personally, I’m not a doctor but I did stay at a holiday inn express last night, and I’d say being so small chested and not wearing a bra most days is probably why.”

“That’s n-not very n-nice.”

“It’s so cute when you have trouble saying your n’s. These are both fine. Pert and perky. How about we start doing that together each month? That way I can show you how. I know how daunting these womanly tasks can be for such a little girl. Heehee.”

“Be n-nice.”

“Mmmm. I’ll be so n-nice you’ll make all sorts of noises. You ready for step three?”

“Mhmm.” And here I thought medical fetish tended to hurt. Slap! “Yeeech! Marrrry!”

“Just following directions. Keep those hands above your head.” Slap! She’s not supposed to spank that part of me! Hmmph! At least unless I’ve done something to earn it … or unless I feel like it … or unless she feels like it. It’s … sensitive.

“(Small gay whimper).”

“Know what this part of the exam is for?” Slap!

“(Smaller gay whimper).”

“Wanna tell me what you’re feeling right now,” my kind and caring nurse Mary asked. I’ve been to lots of doctors, and I musta missed the part of the exam where they just slap it.

“(Meeping noise) and stings and (sniffle).”

“Interesting. Let’s try this oversized tongue depressor.” SPANK!

“Yowww! M-Marrry (sniffle) (sob). That hurt,” I complained as I snapped my legs shut and rolled to my side where she couldn’t get to it again. I mean, I’ll give her access later, just not when she has whatever it was she slapped me with.

“Normal reaction. That’s good. And it says here in these notes that if you roll over on your side, the best way to get you to roll back is to …”

“Yawp!”

“ … reach behind and pinch it from there.” Sandy must be a good nurse cuz yep, I rolled right back over to my back. “I don’t see any reason this toy can’t be added to our others.”

I’d rather she didn’t! “No! … What is it?”

“You’ll find out the next time you need a trip over my knee. Step four.”

“Um how many steps are there? Asking for my friend.”

“Such a question,” was Mary’s non-answer. What the heck does that even mean!?! She’s so … ugh! Grr. And stuff!

“Spread those little legs of yours again.”

“But why?”

“Because I said so,” she practically growled at me.

“O.” I mean, why didn’t just say that in the first place? I do lots of things cuz she says so. Some of them I even want to do, but plenty of them are totally and only and solely and definitely cuz she says so. She makes the rules, and I am her good little rule follower. Though now that I think on it, I can’t help noticing that following the rules very often causes the exact same kind of pain as results from not following the rules. Suspicious, that. Hmmm.

I was just about to interrogate that thought further when Mary said, “Feels normal to me”.

And I was thinking, while she was rubbing that thing, what an interesting coincidence that was cuz her hand felt normal to me too. Though if I’m being honest, and sometimes that is very hard to do with healthcare professionals, it felt a little tender to me cuz a certain healthcare professional tenderized it a little. Ya know what I think? I think she’s a quack. That’s what she is. A quack. A fraud. Doesn’t even have a license to “Fnurple!”

“The patient responded to the pinwheel being rolled across her labia majora by exclaiming, ‘fnurple.’ Let’s see how she reacts when I rolled if across her labia minora.”

“O ffffffff.”

“Patient responded by bitting her lip so hard … honey, you’re gonna … good girl. Patient responded to being called ‘good girl’ by making a smiley face, giggling twice, and sighing.”

This is what I mean by Mary just not having my way with words. It wasn’t just any smiley face. It was my all-is-right-with-the-world smile, just a couple seconds of arc away from my post-orgasm smile. And all was right with the world. Mary called me a good girl, and she took that pinwheel off of – or out of, depending on how you think about it – my … stuff. I hafta say I was starting to enjoy myself what with Mary having done a couple things I enjoy all the time and wish she’d so more of but won’t cuz she seems to think it wouldn’t be fun at all if she bruised it.

You know how they say not having access to one sense heightens the others? I’d like to think that blindfolded or not, the sound of metal clanking against metal would we alarming to hear when you’re flat on your back with your legs open.

“Step five seems like more of a thing to do with Sandy in the room, and step six … hmmm.”

Hey! Hey! Think out loud! I’m not scared! You are!

“We’ll save it for when your choices have been very, very naughty. But don’t think I won’t.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll tell you in a moment. Flip over.”

“Make me.” Heehee! “Woah! Heehee.” I love it when she does that except for the times I don’t. She can manhandle me anytime, and it’s even more impressive cuz I don’t have a handle to man … I regret saying that. Anyhoo, Mary’s Level 99 ability to flip me over is just fun, except when she uses it for evil and spanks me. I don’t even know why she does that. I’ve never earned a spanking in my life. Really.

“For this part, we’re gonna use the restraints,” Mary said as she climbed right on top of me, planted a knee on either side to pin little ol’ me between her legs, and started attaching the wrist cuffs. It was only then, feeling her on top of me, that I realized my nurse – and how unprofessional was this – was naked. Totally naked … with very warm skin resting against my very warm skin.

It was enough to momentarily distract me from the big picture, which is saying a lot cuz I’m the sorta person who sees the forest andthe trees, as a spritely wood nymph such as myself must if I’m to survive in the forest I share with Mary the Big Bad She-Wolf. “But why,” is a question I asked when she turned her attention to the ankle cuffs.

“Do you remember why we got these in the first place?”

“Vividly.”

“So when we do the next step, I won’t hafta do that to you.”

“O … thanks?”

“You’re very welcome (kiss).” Aww, she kissed me! The Big Bad She-Wolf kissed me! And all this time I thought she was trying to gobble me up, and it turns out she’s just socially inept and didn’t know the right way to say that she likes me. Maybe even like likes me. Sigh.

SPANK! “Ow. Mary, have you ever even been to the doctor, cuz that’s not how OW!” Oof. That was a big one.

“Patient readily displays handprints on her bottom cheeks.”

“Malpractice suit,” I grumbled.

“You’re too little to sue, sweetheart. And yes, you did just hear a rubber glove snapping.”

“I hope that hurt your wrist but not really cuz I like you and I’m having fun.” Especially now that she wasn’t slapping my most sensitive parts and poking ‘em with pinwheels and stuff. I mean, that was fun a moment ago, but it was nothing compared to being pinned beneath her.

“I’m having fun too. You’re a very good patient.”

“I’m a very patient, patient.” But not for much longer.

“Now for this next part, you might feel a sensation as though your butt cheeks are being spread, but that’s only because they are.”

“Mmm.” I wish there were a way to do that without actually doing it. Never fails but every time that happens, I can’t help but feel a really good stretch I wish I could replicate cuz it feels good. But try telling that to your yoga instructor and see the face she makes. Judgmental pretzel girl …

Anyhoo, “And this next sensation may feel …” Greasy? Goopy? Gloppy? Looooooobricated?

“What is that?”

“Vaseline.”

“But … fine.” We don’t use vaseline. We use water-based lubes. Water-based lubes get absorbed. Oil-based lubes get absorbed eventually. Nothing short of a towel would be needed to clean me up, and I for one nominate one of Mary’s towels. Just sayin’.

“And just relax. You’re gonna feel something cold on your button.” Gulp. “Okay. This is a little tricky, so bear with me here.”

“That’s not inspiring much confidence.”

“One, two, three …” ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz.

What the hell was … ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz.

“Don’t be alarmed.” ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Why the hell are my teeth chattering!?! ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz.

O gawd that feels … “Just let it happen.” ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz.

“Mmmmmary?”

“Doing okay?”

“I must confess to you that I’m very sexually stimulated right now … I think I have a girl-rection.”

“Patient gets girl-rections.” ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz.

“Zeezle! What is that even … ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz. “Gah!”

“Patient began to hyperventilate. Attempted to close her legs but merely tightened her lovely little adductor muscles.” ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz.

“Hhh … hhhhhh! Uuummmuh! Please don’t …” ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! “Ahhh! Ahhh. O. Ooo … haha … sigh …”

O my gawd, what did she do to me and why didn’t she do it sooner? What the damn even?

“Patient came … hard.” Ooo, I made the nurse laugh.

“What … even?”

“A tuning fork and a reflex hammer. I think you vibrate best at 500 gigahertz.”

“… Okay …” I swear, for a full two seconds the world behind my blindfold turned bright white. Is that a thing?

“Let’s feel. Just get my hand ugh under uf … Yep, patient squirted. I knew I shoulda put a pad down first. Patient has a history of leaking fluids all over the bed, even through her diapers.”

“Patient is sleepy now.” Just … ya know, good time to take a nap.

“I have just the thing to wake the patient up. Just a sec … there.”

“Yipe!” I’m awake! … What’s happening? “What are you …”

“Ya know how sometimes I check your temperature by putting my hand on your forehead?” I do recall that, and it makes me feel all fuzzy about her even when I don’t feel good. “And you know how we have a forehead thermometer? And you know how they make rectal thermometers?”

“That’s not …”

“Sandy put one in here, but I figured, hey, if putting my hand on your forehead works instead of a thermometer, why not just put two fingers in your bottom?”

“(Sound of a blank mind).” Mary sometimes has that effect on me. Really. And hey, you ever notice that when someone puts the back of their hand on your forehead to see if you feel hot, they take their hand off you in literally a second? And did you ever notice that they don’t move their hand in small circles? … Or put their thumb on your perineum and hold you like a bowling ball?

“Suck in your tummy like you’re trying to hold your pee.”

“W-why?”

“Cuz I said.” O yeah. Alright, here I … Huh; that’s a new sensation.

“Now push out … Patient displays good muscle tone.”

Couldn’t help but notice Mary was leaving her fingers in there while she did whatever she was doing.

“Lift up your pelvis just a bit … Good girl … Patient giggles when called a good girl, causing a slight contraction of her anal sphincter … Patient’s blushes from the back of her ears all the way to her butt when you point that out.”

Not to be rude or anything, but, um … “Are you almost done?”

“Just a second. Let me turn this on.” Bwuhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

“Hhh! Hhh! Ugh! Rghhhhhhh!!! Hhh … hhh …”

“Patient rapidly comes to orgasm. Unclear whether speed of response is due to recency of previous orgasm, the motion I’m making with my fingers, or turning the vibrator straight to high. Further experimentation needed.”

“Muh … wuh …” My Mary and I can read each other’s minds. True story. Bwuhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! “O o o o o o o nrrrrrrr rrrr! Hehh! Hehh hhh … hhh …”

“Results inconclusive. Try again in a week. How you doing, Daffy? … Ew. Patient is sweaty.”

So wait a second. This was what Mary was gonna do to me for misbehaving? Did I miss something? Did she follow the instructions right?

“M’okay.”

“You’re okay? I’m exiting.” Eep! “You have quite the strong pelvic floor, Daffodil. You should’ve felt how hard you contracted around my fingers when you made those noises.”

“I did feel it. Heehee! … Can you please take the blindfold off?”

“Right after I take these gloves off.”

“O … Good idea.” And she even remembered to keep the lights off so I wouldn’t get all squinty when she took the blindfold off. She’s so thoughtful.

“Better?”

“Yeah.”

“We got one more thing to do.”

“It is nap?”

“Fine, two more things.” She took the cuffs off, and even though they weren’t tight, I still rubbed my wrists. I rolled over all on my own, getting my first glimpse of the vibrator she’d put under me.

“I didn’t even know they make them corded.”

“When you need more power, plug it right into the main,” she said as she cleaned things up. I … didn’t help her do that. “You made a mess.”

“Did not.”

“That’s not my wet spot all over the sheets, silly goose.”

O … that. “It’s still yours. When you shake up the soda bottle, you don’t blame the bottle for the mess.”

“Pbbbt! Okay, fine. That’s mine.” She went into the bathroom, I’m guessing just set everything down to clean later, and then came back out and went into the closet. Shocker. “Do you want a medical diaper so the other patients don’t make fun of you, or do you want … bunnies?”

“I want nothing.” True story. Nothing wrong with getting some air.

“Not an option, sweetie. Not after that mess.” She came out with a bunny diaper.

“Well, pretty sure I’m not gonna do that again.”

“But you didn’t know you were gonna do those three either. Lay back.”

“Fine … But only because I like you. I don’t like the diapers.”

“I know sweetie. Lift up … There. Be right back.”

“Why,” I asked her as she disappeared back into the bathroom.

“I said we still had one more thing to do,” she answered as she walked back over with …

“What kind of syringe is that?”

“It’s a douche syringe.”

“Ew. Mary.”

“Don’t worry, sweetie. That’s not how we’re gonna use it. Or more specifically, how I’m gonna use and how you’re gonna have it used on you.” You’d think I’d be pretty desensitized after the last hour we’d spent together with her doing all those things to me, but watching her put on another rubber glove, I gotta say no. No, I wasn’t desensitized.

“Put your head back … Now lift your knees to your chest. Hold them there. Let me just rub this on your … Patient has responds eagerly to gentle circles on her button … Just relax. Sliding it in … There.”

“You hafta to tell me what’s in there before you …”

“This is gonna feel a little weird.”

“What is it?”

“Vaseline. One two three …”

Hoo-hah that’s a weird feeling!

“Ha. Patient makes the cutest faces when I do stuff to her butt.”

“You would … too. What was that for,” I asked as she took the syringe out, removed her glove and walked back into the bathroom o so casually. I was just curious. No other reason I asked.

“To see you make a funny face later.” I heard her washing her hands.

“While will I make a funny face later?” Hey, this feels … eep!

“Cuz your body is going to slowly push that back out of you.”

“Um, Mary?!?” That made her come a running back in.

“Knees down. There,” she said as she diapered me in record time.

“What the heck!?!”

“Feel funny?”

“Yes!” And not haha funny. NOT HAHA FUNNY!

“Try to hold it.”

“Why?”

“Cuz you won’t be able to.” O my god! She’s …

“What? Stop smiling!”

“Make me.”

“You … Urgh!”

“It could be worse. It could’ve been a suppository.”

“You mean it’s gonna make me …. You know!?!”

“Of course not, silly. Though it may make going tomorrow pretty easy. But today the Vaseline will just come out into your diaper. Aren’t you glad you’re wearing it?”

Hhh! There’s a sensation you don’t feel every day. At least she doesn’t hafta know when it’s happening.

“Aww, did something just go squirt in your pampers?”

“No! … How could you tell?”

“Cuz your eyebrow is arched liked you’re … working something out in your head.”

“It’s not funny!”

“A little bit.”

“It’s not!”

“And cute.”

“It’s …” Screw it! And by ‘it,’ I mean what was left of my dignity. I put my hand on the back of my diaper (hers, to be clear) and … It was very slick in there, and there was nothing I could do about it. If she had tried to put a plug in me, it wouldn’t have stayed put. “Marrrry!”

“Awww, c’mere.” Good! I needed a hug. “I know it feels funny, sweetie, but you’ll get used to it. It’ll be over in an hour or two, and we’ll get you into some clean huggies. Okay?”

“I guess.” What choice did I have? This was so embarrassing! I couldn’t control it, and she knew it, and just … hmmm. “(Conflicted noises).”

“How about we go take that nap now?”

“Okay.”

“In the guest room. We’ll put our sheets in the washer later.”

“Okay.”

“You gonna be smol and nonverbal cuz you’re embarrassed?”

Ugh. Called out. “Mhmm.”

“Did you have fun being my patient?”

“Mhmm … What was that other thing? The one you said you’d tell me later?”

“A catheter.”

“Nnnnooooo! No, Mary!”

“We’ll save it as a just-in-case punishment.”

“But … rrrrmmm.”

“The classic sound of little girls who need their nap.”

“Can we have sex later?”

“… Really?”

“I didn’t get to share.”

“You’re so thoughtful. Under the covers, little spoon. And let’s try dry to keep these sheets dry, hmm?”

I let that go. I let the diaper pats go. I let it go when she asked me if I had any more that Vaseline to let go (turns out yes). And I’ll tell you one darn thing – I like her. Like, a lot. And I’m a good sharer too.