“Stop looking at me like that,” I said to my Mary.
“Like what?”
“Like I’m an adorable little duckling.”
I am not a duckling! I am an eight–hundred–pound she–gorilla packed into a size three. A force of nature to be reckoned with, and there will, by the grace of the Furies, be a reckoning that will shudder you!
“I know you’re not a duckling. You’re a gosling.”
“What? Why am I a gosling?”
“Because you’re such a silly goose....
2021-03-11 00:47:57 +0000 UTC View Post“Remembering the rules for the internet now? Well?”
O, come the fuck on! Now she’s just being mean. How the fuck am in supposed to talk around a bar of soap?
“Maybe you can tell me when the timer goes off.” I’m sure I can. Mary Waltzing out the room with her bossy pants on... hmph!
She trusts me to do what I’m told (when I’m already in a lot of trouble), which is why she left me with the kitchen timer ticking and a bar of soap in my mouth kn...
2021-03-09 22:48:40 +0000 UTC View PostMary delivered me to Nana’s door a half hour before the window guy was supposed to arrive in a reprise of the days she’d walk over with me in the morning before she left for the office. I still don’t know why she’d done that except maybe she thought it was cute or liked saying good morning to Nana.
“Thanks, Mae,” Mary said when Nana opened her door. “Someone broke a window, and I don’t want Daffy around anyone new even with a mask.”
“Does she always tattle on y...
2021-03-06 01:00:00 +0000 UTC View Post“Daphne Ann!” She said it with that tone you use when you can’t believe someone is still arguing with you and it’s so exasperating it’s almost funny. Almost, but not. “What part do we use to listen?”
Ever wish you could go back in time and say to your parents or a teacher or some authority figure from way back when what you’d have said to them if you were a lot more clever and way more brave back then?
I, for instance, wish I could’ve said to my first grade teach...
2021-02-28 01:38:00 +0000 UTC View PostWell, this was traumatic. In five years together, Mary has made me wait for a spanking if we had vanilla company over or if we were out somewhere she just couldn’t do it without getting store managers and first responders and clergy involved. Not once had she ever said, “I’m too angry to deal with you right now.”
That statement alone would’ve made me feel awful, but she wasn’t too angry to give me a telling off of an intensity that reduced me to practically swallowing my ton...
2021-02-26 18:01:01 +0000 UTC View PostI don’t know why I ever agreed to it. And I knew I would feel that way when it actually came. Our annual local kink convention, for which the organizer asked Mary if she’d be interested in doing a demonstration session on erotic humiliation, and Mary asked me, and I said yes because my theoretical future self is wayyyyyy more adventurous than present me. And eventually, unfortunately, future me always morphs into present me.
The convention moved online, and we spent three hours sett...
2021-02-24 01:06:06 +0000 UTC View PostMary put the car in park and fixed me with one of her icy stares. Every time I start to think they only look icy and that she’s a big softie, she paddles that whole notion right outta me. Anyhoo, I felt self-conscious, because I hadn’t done anything. We’d had a pleasant ride to the park Mary said we could go to to go hiking.
“What are the rules,” Mary asked me.
“Do everything you say. Wear a mask until we’ve gone half a mile, put it back on if we hear anyone coming, ...
2021-02-21 02:29:46 +0000 UTC View PostMary is about a subtle as a falling air conditioner sometimes. Like I’m not going to notice, o, say, opening my underwear drawer and finding she’d lined half the drawer with pullups. I’m not dense. I don’t know how she thought I would react, but it’s not like I’d just decide that’s my underwear for the day.
Or the present she bought me. She thinks she’s sneaky or funny or something, but of the two of us, I’m definitely funnier. I’m good at being sneaky, too, but Mary...
2021-02-12 02:05:10 +0000 UTC View PostFirstly, thanks again to those of you have have joined the audio tier. It looks like I will be able to provide you with at least two audio stories a month.
Second, when I created the tier, stories from the lower tiers that were not set to "all patrons" did not automatically unlock for the new tier.
I've gone through by hand to fix this, but unfortunately there is no way for me to see in one place what each piece of content is set to.
If you find a chapter, p...
2021-02-12 01:28:49 +0000 UTC View PostI want to offer more audio stories, but I don't think I have a very good voice for it. But maybe I'm wrong. If you've listened to the interviews I've done with other authors (available here), do you think I narrate stories well enough?
2021-02-07 19:36:21 +0000 UTC View PostWell, there’s a first time for everything, and most of things happen at a fairly young age. I think my brother was twelve when he did it for the first time. Somehow I got all the way to thirty before I ran away to my grandma’s house. Or really Nana’s house. Maybe not run away, exactly, so much as disappear over there for a few hours while avoiding Mary.
It felt like going on an adventure after so many months cooped up. I had been on walks and drives but this was the very first tim...
2021-02-05 03:44:49 +0000 UTC View PostIt was hot out, okay? It’s not like I was naked. I just decided that with it being so hot, if I was determined to work in my new garden, as I was, that it would be more comfortable to do in my one-piece swimsuit.
And sun is very damaging, so I put on my floppy hat. Okay? I am very aware of the dangers of too much sun, from heat exhaustion to dehydration to melanoma to looking like a dried up old purse.
There’s nothing wrong with my one-piece either. It’s blue and has purple ...
2021-01-29 01:43:45 +0000 UTC View PostSome adults hate their birthday. No one likes getting older, so why celebrate it? And my answer to that is because you need to take any and every excuse you can think of to celebrate, and then celebrate the ever loving crap out of it because life is too damn short not to. And besides that philosophical belief, I also think I make the world a brighter place, and a little recognition of my contribution isn’t just for my benefit – it’s good for everybody.
According to anonymous sourc...
2021-01-23 18:56:06 +0000 UTC View Post“Did you have fun,” Mary asked me when I got home from my first drive in almost two months. Whoever thinks hybrids aren’t fun to drive obviously hasn’t driven one. With not that much traffic on the interstate and a perfectly sunny day, it was a perfect little drive. Just forty-five minutes down the highway and back.
“Mhmm,” I said, though I didn’t really. Yes, the drive was good, but the whole time I just kept thinking how tired I am of all of this. I miss normal. I know t...
2021-01-20 18:24:17 +0000 UTC View PostHi all.
Running an ABDL account pretty much anywhere means there's always a risk of being kicked off the site because, as we all know, there are a lot of ugly misconceptions out there.
If that ever happens, you can find me on Deviant Art and Twitter.
I don’t know exactly what Mary does. She tried to explain it to me once, but I think she’s either responsible for making her company’s website stuff work, or possibly for keeping the internet on. Or both.
Either way, she’s always been pretty good at finding a balance between work and everything else. Then the pandemic hit, and her whole company and the rest of the world started working remotely, and the internet was breaking, and she fixed it. Or something. Anyway, she was worki...
2021-01-16 23:53:22 +0000 UTC View PostI can’t believe I actually got sent to my room. Well, our room, but seriously? A time out is one thing, but being sent to my room? Might as well have told me ‘wait ‘til your father gets home,’ except he’d already be home because he’d be stuck in this fucking quarantine with the of us! Argg!!!
She took my phone, too. We don’t have a TV in the bedroom. I napped, but I was up there for three hours. At least she didn’t make me wait in the corner, but I knew I had a spanking ...
2021-01-13 00:22:39 +0000 UTC View PostI was such a good girl. Multiple, trustworthy parties attest to this. For a whole two weeks, I did virtually nothing wrong. Certainly nothing spankable, and that’s impressive because I’m a very spankable woman. Even more people attest to that.
It wasn’t easy, either, after Mary and I had that little talk. We were both feeling around for what “slowing down” meant as far as the ageplay stuff went. Mary lifted her decree that I wear a pull-up when she was at work but did not lift...
2021-01-09 19:29:00 +0000 UTC View PostEver listen to someone else eat? It’s amazing how you never notice the little sounds like a fork scraping against a plate or the click of the tines against the ceramic. In a completely otherwise silent kitchen, when that’s all you have to focus, it seems very loud.
Though I guess I did actually have other things to focus on. I was standing in the corner, so I had not one but two walls to look at (lucky me!), my butt hurt (lucky me!), and I knew in another few minutes I’d be gettin...
2021-01-04 02:51:43 +0000 UTC View Post
This is an entry in a story about a lesbian couple engaged in a loving domestic discipline and ageplay marriage. All Characters are legal adults.
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New Year’s Eve is so overblown. The calendar changes over. Wooptydoo. It’s not even the calendar. It’s just the Gregorian calendar. People act like it’s obligatory to spend a bunch of money and go out to celebrate the clock doing what clocks do. They should be focusing on more important things, like ce...
2021-01-01 00:27:59 +0000 UTC View Post“Daffy!”
“Come in,” I called downstairs. That was Nana. “I’m upstairs!” We’d gotten even closer, to the point she didn’t knock and I didn’t feel the need to meet her at the door. I wasn’t expecting her.
“What are you doing up here,” she laughed when she saw the bed. A large portion of my closet was laid out on it.
“Trying to pick an outfit for tonight. It’s our anniversary.”
“Congratulations! How many is it?”
“Our first.” 2020-12-27 16:54:06 +0000 UTC View Post
Christmas Eve is the most magical day of the year for people who like Christmas. You might think Christmas Day would be more magical, but nope. Christmas Eve wins by a North Pole mile because it’s packed with anticipation. Scientists know that the anticipation of something is usually better than the something itself, to which I say, word.
As for our Christmas Eve plans, we did ...
2020-12-24 23:09:57 +0000 UTC View Post
We’re practicing. This is what Mary calls it. She even keeps a straight face while she says it. I haven’t been a student in so long, she says, that I need to practice. It’s important that the details are right, apparently.
If you’re thinking she has me brushing up on math skills or reading textbooks and taking notes, you’re way off base.
I’m practicing looking like I’m back in school. Great big smile when she said, “I got you a present.” I open the box, and it’...
2020-12-19 22:10:47 +0000 UTC View PostSometimes we gotta cut our losses. I finally started getting some interviews, and I got pretty far into the process on a couple of them. An offer was on the way and Mary finally called me on the way I’d been talking about it.
“You don’t sound very enthusiastic about these jobs,” she said when I was talking about the one that seemed like I was gonna get offered within a couple days.
“I am,” I sort of protested. “It’s just, ya know, it’s still work. I me...
2020-12-13 21:19:43 +0000 UTC View PostIt’s almost always pool weather where we live even if most people don’t keep their pools open year round. I don’t exactly get it; maybe it’s a cost thing, because it’s definitely warm enough to swim in January if you put your big girl pants on and just do it. We hit March, though, and everyone who has one opens their pool. I hope that’s me some day.
Every year, our kinky friend Brenna has a big pool opening party with a bunch of friends from the local kink scene on the first...
2020-11-22 20:49:39 +0000 UTC View PostEVERYONE IS STUPID AND CAN GO FUCK THEMSELVES!
I thought it but didn’t say it. It was just one more rejection, but that made nine in a month, and that’s not even counting the applications I sent that didn’t even get a response. I should sic Mary on all those people who couldn’t even bother to tell me to go to hell. Assholes. Mary would teach them; she spanked the habit of sending out thank you cards into me, and I bet those pencil pushing HR reps with their business c...
2020-11-08 04:19:05 +0000 UTC View Post
Scene #16
I regret nothing. Totally worth it. So totally worth the spanking I just got and the one I’m gonna get when I get home. I snapped, and it was so worth it.
Video games probably result in a statistically significant share of the world’s spankings. Not that I ever got spanked for it growing up, but I got in trouble for swearing at the TV while playing (you should’ve heard my grandma swearing at the TV during baseball season - holy s...
2020-08-23 19:02:12 +0000 UTC View Post
Scene #15
I was such a good girl for two whole weeks after the bath brush incident. I didn’t get a single spanking, at least not a real one. A swat or two doesn’t count. Truthfully, I was getting tired of being good all the time. What’s a 31-year-old hafta to do to get her butt paddled?
Nana helped, though, to keep me out of trouble, just by giving me something to do, and I also think having her to talk to put me in a much better mood, esp...
2020-08-04 00:21:39 +0000 UTC View Post
Mary nudged me out of bed the morning after that horrible spanking when her alarm went off and sent me into the shower first, which meant I couldn’t dawdle without making her late. She gets out the door faster than I do. It didn’t occur to me until later in the morning that she had purposely not just left when she was ready. She could have, obviously. She waited for me to be ready and helped me along.
She laid out clothes for me while I was...
2020-08-03 01:10:21 +0000 UTC View Post
“Daphne Anne,” I heard Mary call my name. Getting double-named is never a good thing. It’s like raising an aural signal flag that’s says “HIDE YOUR BUTT!!!” Only I can’t hide it. And anyway, hiding is childish, and I’m never childish, in my humble opinion. Others may disagree, but what do those doodoo heads know anyway?
And yet it did occur to me to not hide exactly, but maybe disappear. Like, go outside. Go to Mrs. Wilson’s house. ...
2020-02-29 23:21:14 +0000 UTC View Post