Mary and Daphne #174 (Patreon)

Nothing much doing, just laying on my Mary who was laying on the sofa, stroking my hair and humming. If you’ve never laid your head on your lover’s chest when they hum love songs, I highly recommend it. Eleven out of ten.

“What’s V stand for,” I asked.

“Hmm?”

“The song you’re humming. What’s V stand for? I can’t remember.”

“Very, very extraordinary.”

“O, that’s definitely me. I don’t know if you knew this about me, but I’m the very essence of quite a few superlatives.”

“Of course I know. Remember when I sponsored that motion at our kink club to have your butt declared Most Spankable?”

I do remember. They don’t give those awards out to just anyone, and they don’t come cheap either. So many voters insisted on giving it a few spanks before lending their support, which, now that I think on it, I suspect was Mary’s plan the whole time.

“I like it when you sing me love songs.”

“You know why I do it?”

Heck yes I do. “Cuz you’re in love with me.”

“Cuz I’m in love with you. Also, it’s good for little girls to hear lots of words to help their brains develop.”

“I’m not a little girl, and maybe you didn’t notice this about me, but I already have a very rich vocabulary.” True story.

“Yes, you are very verbal. At least until you get flustered and start saying nonsense words.”

“You and your button pushing is what does it.” So many emotions, my brain shuts down nonessential functions, reducing verbal recall to put more effort into resolving all the conflicting feelings. Plus sometimes I think some blood flow gets redirected to … other parts.

“And you are too a little girl.” She always says that. I don’t even know what she’s talking about.

“Am not.”

“So when I felt my thigh getting warm a few minutes ago, that was a big girl wetting her diaper?”

“Let’s play a game: I’ll be the koala, and you be the tree that hums love songs and strokes my hair and doesn’t ask any questions.”

“My little girl is so good at make believe.”

“Nurfle skoozit.”

“What?”

“Huh?”

“Did you say something?”

“ … ”

“I thought you said something. Maybe it was just another hissing sound coming from between your legs.”

“Now who’s talking nonsense, Mary. You. That’s who.”

“It’s okay to wet your diaper, honey. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“Yes I do, and I only do it because you make me.”

“My little girl is very good at obeying, most of the time. You know what that makes you?”

“What?”

“A good girl.”

O my god she said it! Squeee! But dignity, always dignity, that’s me. “That’s very kind of you to say.”

“Your whole body got warm just now.”

“No it didn’t,” I chuckled.

“Good girl … It just did it again! It’s like you have a physiologic reaction to being called a good girl or something.”

“Heehee! Very funny.” Sigh … My wife makes me laugh. Also, I do kinda sorta have a physiologic reaction to being called a good girl. It’s called a praise kink and tickles just the right spot in my brain.

“And while you’re always a good girl, you do follow the rules selectively sometimes, don’t you?”

“Who, me? Couldn’t be. You’re thinking of someone else.”

“Yes you. But you know what rule you follow a hundred percent of the time? When I put you in your pampers, you always stay in them and make your tinkles in them. Why is that?”

I still had my cheek on Mary’s chest, and I craned my head up so I could look her in the eye, and yep, she was looking down at me all smiley and with her I-adore-you face on. “You wanna know why,” I asked. “You really wanna know why? Cuz I love you and it makes you happy.”

And with that, I put my cheek back on her chest and snuggled in closer.

“I love you too, Daffodil. Very much, all the time, and every day.”

“I know you do.” Like, I know it. The very deepest part of me knows it and loves her back just as much and then some. My Mary.

“Wanna play that koala game you just made up?”

“Mhmm.”

“You gonna fall asleep on me?”

“That’s the goal. We were up awfully late.”

“What if you be the koala bear, and I just be a plain old tree that falls asleep too?”

“You’re taking my game way too seriously.”

And then she kissed me. Sleepy squees!