Mary and Daphne #105

Of the two of us, we had assumed that if one of us was going to have nasty side effects from our shots, it would be me. But nope; Mary did. Nothing major, though. She just felt like she had the flu for a couple days.

I think it’s a domme thing, being sick and vulnerable and then, when she’s better, feeling like she needs to make up for it to prove she’s still in charge. Like the way she gets so frisky after she’s had a migraine.

“Daffy,” she said to me from her sick bed, “go get a diaper.” She sounded miserable.

“You ... wanna wear a diaper?”

“Silly – goose. I should spank you – for that.”

“If you say so,” I sassed and dipped the washcloth back in the bowl and pressed it to her forehead. Had she tried to sit up to make good on her threat, I coulda pushed her over with my pinky. “Go back to sleep.”

“M’kay. But I’m gonna spank you later.”

“No more flirting. Just go to sleep.” I stroked her (sweaty) hair to complete the role reversal until I was sure she was asleep.

“(Snot-snore).” That’s how I was sure. Sigh... She’s so pretty when she sleeps.

As it happens, we do have a naughty nurse outfit in the basement among our Halloween (and roleplay) costumes, and a set of scrubs because those are just plain sexy with the way they hug butts and that plunging V-neck that exposes so much ... Anyhoo, I was happy to play nursemaid in my regular clothes. In sickness and in health, I did take Mary to be my lawfully wedded wife. Sigh …

Mary snapped back from being under the weather (what a strange phrase) just in time for our long weekend and the official start of summer. I got all kinds of smooches to the tune of, “Thanks for taking care of me.”

“I like taking care of you.” Taking care of people is one of my love languages.

“My turn,” Mary said.

“It’s always your turn.” She likes taking care of me. Or maybe it’s just that I need a lot of care. But I don’t think I need any more care than the average (anxious, unemployed, praise junky) person. And because I’m the average (anxious, insecure but not really because I don’t have that problem, I think) person, I’m not going to interrogate that question further.

“It’s always my turn because I’m always in charge,” Mary reminded me. “If I’m gonna be in charge, I have to take care of you. That’s how it works, silly.”

“I’m not silly, and I’m not protesting. In fact, I think you should take care of me as soon as lunch time. You can be the chef and I can be the ... condiments.”

“That one got away from ya, huh?”

“Yeah, not that I’m silly, but they can’t all be gems. Are you coming,” I asked her as I led her out into the sunshine in our backyard using only the sashay of my hips to entice her to follow me. Of course, I can wiggle my butt and get Mary to follow me anywhere. She likes butts. She positively loves my butt.

“Where did these come from,” she asked me as she discovered my new purchase.

“I ordered them the day before yesterday. If you don’t like them, we can return them for a different kind,” I told her as I bent forward to spread my towel across one of our two new chaise lounges. SMACK! “Ow! What was that for?”

“How much were they?”

“But they’re a necessity. The rule is only for non-necessities.”

“What’s wrong with our old ones?”

Well, for one, “I gave them to Goodwill. They we’re getting old anyway. Look,” I said, pointing to a spot on the concrete, “one of them was dripping rust.”

She eyed me suspiciously. “How much?”

“Just $250 total. That’s not even that much when you look at what these costs.”

“Fine,” she told me, “This time.”

“Do I need to be on my toes today? Are you doing that thing where you look for any reason to spank me to remind me that you’re in charge?” For onesies, I didn’t’ forget For twosies, she’s always calling me out on my stuff, so just this once I called her out on hers.

“I don’t do that,” she shot back as she spread out her towel, incredulous in her incredulity that I should call her out on such a quirk.

“You so do too.”

“Are you doing that thing where you sass just to get a spanking?”

“Well, I don’t think I am, but it’s possible. Ya know I don’t always know I’m doing it when I’m doing it, right?” True story. Really.

“Maybe I oughta just put your over my knee right here and now,” she said with her hands on her hips. Hoo boy, when she cocks those hips of hers in a two-piece, who needs a pool to get wet, know what I’m sayin’? (You do know, right?).

“Maybe you oughta.”

“Maybe I will.”

“I don’t see you doing it.”

“Well, you just sit right there and see what happens.”

“I’m sitting and seeing, and I don’t see ...” Ruh-roh. She’s coming for me.

“Up you get, bratty buns,” she instructed me as she helped me to my feet. She spun around and sat at the foot of my chair and tipped me over her knees in one motion. That’s what I get for marrying a ninja.

“See,” I said from my spot facedown across Mary’s lap. “Our old chairs would’ve flipped if we tried this.”

“If you’d waited, we could’ve gone to the store together and tested the chairs to see if this would work.”

“Well, um, ha! We still can. No rule against shopping and not buying anything.”

Mary rubbed her hands over my butt in these wonderful circles that had me thinking that every other shape is just wrong somehow. “No one-piece fetish today?”

“Tan lines.” I already have pretty bad tan lines going from working in the garden so much. I switched to a bikini top too late, and now from my feet on up I’m four different shades. I look like a paint sample card.

SMACK! “So much easier to take these down than your one-piece.” She was fondling me, is what she was doing. I’ve been fondled by her before, and that’s how I know when I’m being fondled by her. That’s a fun word to say … fondle. Anyhoo ... “Have you been naughty enough to deserve a bare bottom spanking?”

“Maybe hhhh!” Yep, fondling, unmistakably.

“Maybe you should ask for one then.”

“But I don’t decide when or how I get spanked. I just do as I’m told.” She squeezed my butt. Ha!

“Good girl. Such a good answer.”

Ooo, did you hear what she called me? I don’t wanna brag, but my wife thinks I’m a good girl. Which did not, thankfully, save me from my spanking.

Her palm did an energetic slap dance over and around my bikini bottoms, that thick material dulling the spanks just enough to make it last longer and let her spank me harder without it hurting too much. “Huhuhuh,” I snickered when it started to get good to me.

“Are you enjoying this,” she asked all unbelieving like as her spanking hand stopped spanking and wrapped itself around that wonderful part of me that isn’t quite my back and isn’t quite my front. I thought she might do that, hence my opening my legs for her to do it. “Such a naughty girl,” she said as she cupped and squeezed and stroked places and stuff … and things. “How can such a good girl be so naughty.”

“Skillz hhh! Mad – hhhh! – skillz.”

“Maybe I need to take these down and bare your bottom after all.”

“No hhhh!”

“No? What happened to you not making these choices? You’re supposed to be my submissive little girl who does what she’s told, and I’m telling you,” she said as she squeezed me harder and stroked me with heavier and heavier fingers, “you need a bare bottom spanking, little girl. (SMACK!) Isn’t that you need? A good, hard spanking on your ...

“Mffffff!”

“Did you just cum in your pants?”

“Rnnngh.”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK her non-spanking hand went because her spanking hand was preoccupied with … things. O, like that does anything but make it happen again.

“Is my good girl all done making a spectacle of herself?”

I dunno? Is my wife all done grinding her hand into my ... Nope? Then one more. “Mfffff! Hehehehe!”

Mary’s spanking hand was back on my butt rubbing those circles again. “Your little pump sure was primed,” she said, clearly very satisfied with herself. “Usually takes a little more than that.” But not much. I can testify to that. (And I just gave myself a courtroom fetish, dammit…)

“Lucky day,” I speculated from somewhere off in post-orgasm land where things are floaty and endorphins run like water. “Thank you. Heeheehee.”

“You gonna be giggly?”

“I just had a fun thought.”

“What’s that?”

“I came in my pants.” I don’t know why that’s one of my fetishes, but it is and I like it. A lot. Really.

“Trust me, I know, Daff,” she said in a knowing way. Perhaps because her bare thighs were under that part of me. “Whatever shall we do with you?”

“I dunno. Probably chastise me.”

“O, for sure. Consider yourself sentenced to a major bedtime spanking. Now you have all day to think about it. Up you go.”

She helped me up, and we pivoted back around like when she sat down, except I was the one sitting and she was the one sashaying back into our house, tossing, “Wait here,” over her shoulder.

Suddenly and for no obvious reason, I was very sleepy. Really. No idea why. That lasted only until she came back. “Aww, no, please? I’m trying to fix the tan lines, not have a diaper-shaped tan line.”

“We’ll fold it down at the top, but a girl who just got her swimsuit so wet should be in something more absorbent in case it happens again.”

“Is it gonna happen again?” Cuz I can be bribed into compliance just as easily as I can be punished into compliance. Sometimes at the same time. Really.

“Let’s not take the risk. Lie back, hips up.” I reclined on my chaise lounge and was very glad to have a new one because it was quite comfy. “Let’s get these down,” she said as she slipped my bottoms off me. She chuckled.

“What?”

“Your little pump really was primed.”

“O, like you didn’t know what you were doing to me. You’re always doing stuff to me, like hhhh!”

“Like wiping you off after you’ve cum all over the inside of your bikini bottoms?”

“Stop – hfff – saying that unless you ...”

“Save at least a couple for bedtime,” she told me. “Lift.” Drat.

“This is gonna leave a weird tan line,” I said as she folded that stupid diaper over me. “Not that that’s my only objection.” I felt a desire to put up a fuss about it, but I knew I was gonna lose. At least I objected verbally to make my position clear, just enough to preserve my dignity. Really.

“Here,” she said and folded the waistband down and tucked the stray parts around my thighs in. “That won’t be so bad.”

“Why am I in a diaper again at all,” I asked as she held her hands out and helped me sit up.

“Because you’re right, Daffy.”

“What am I right about?”

“I do want to remind you I’m in charge. I’m the one who spanks your bottom. I’m the one who makes you cum in your pants. I’m the one who puts you back in diapers.”

Well, when she puts it like that my toes curl and uncurl and do it again and my heart goes all a-flutter. Even if I was wearing that stupid diaper and nothing over it in our backyard. She mistreats me so. I need to stage a mini-rebellion just to remind her I’m not a diaper girl. I’ll have to think on the best way to do that. Anyhoo ...

“Ya know what I think,” I asked.

“What?”

“I think you like me and stuff.” I wasn’t flirting. Um, really.

“I most certainly do.”

“And because you like me, I wanna share a secret with you.”

“You’ve been keeping secrets from me? Naughty girl.”

“But I’m coming clean now. Here goes. Ya ready?”

“Mhmm.”

“Mary, I’m gay.” I made her LOL. I do that a lot. I’m funny and stuff.

“Pbbbbt! Haha! I’ll just have to add keeping secrets to the list of things you’re getting spanked for tonight, but so long as you’re gay ...”

“What?”

“I brought your paci outside with me. I think you should use it.”

“But why? And that’ll leave an even weirder tan line.” Like, hey, I’m trying to have a hot lesbian summer here. I don’t need tan lines mucking that up.

“Because I said so. Don’t you wanna be my good girl?”

“Emotional blackmail isn’t very nice ... Don’t look at me like that ... O, fine, gimme the stupid thing,” I said without caving. Really.

“Good girl.”

“Give it here.”

“It’s in my pants.”

“You’re not wearing any pants.”

“Daphne, do I need to guide your pretty little mouth to where I put it?”

“O!” Got it. I’m all caught up now. “Ooo, Marrrry. You’re making me blush!”

“She cums in her pants in the back yard, and then she decides to blush. Such a silly goose.”

“I’m complicated,” I defended my modesty as for the first time ever I really wanted that pacifier between my lips. Really.

I like it when she’s in charge, and I like it when she reminds me she’s in charge. Really really.