Previously posted at Literotica 

Well, let’s hope my husband doesn’t read this particular entry. He rarely reads my blog and forum stuff but who knows.

I’ve decided to surprise him with a candy-striper fantasy. Once I’ve done it, I’m going to write a story about it.

Bill (my husband) told me one time (before we were married) that I should save some of my childhood memories and not tell him about them right away. He wanted to learn new things about me for a while and not get it all at once.

I did that and I still have a few little secrets that he doesn’t know about.

But “my years as a candy-striper” is not one of those secrets. I was never a candy-striper. Most hospitals stopped using the pink and white striped uniforms when I was about five years old. Apparently there are a very few that kept up the tradition at a time when I would have been old enough, but I didn’t live near any of them.

So, sadly, I don’t have any teenage-memories along those lines that I could share with my hubby. 

But… I’m thinking of pretending that I was a candy-striper and telling him lots of lurid stories of things that happened in the couple of years when I volunteered at my local hospital. I could tell him that some of the stories were embellished, but that he shouldn’t ask which ones because that would ruin it for him.

I did some research and found a couple of pictures of vintage uniforms. It looks like I could make one really easy. It’s just an above-the-knee pinafore with a white button-down blouse under it. All I would need is a pattern and some pink and white striped material.

The fact that the uniform was brand new would be easily explained. I would have had to turn in my real one when I stopped volunteering. Even if I had the old one, it wouldn’t fit anymore.

I know enough about what candy-stripers did in the late 1970s (based on my aunt’s description) that I should be able to fake it pretty well. I also know how to do “hospital corners” when making a bed (Dad is career Navy, all of us kids had to pass inspection). I could have him get out of bed and put new linens on it, walking around the edges and bending over to get everything nice and tight.

Then he would have to look it over and punish me if I made any mistakes (and I’m quite sure I would get something wrong).

Just to top it all off, I would have to wear some brand-new white-cotton underwear and a new plain-white bra underneath it all so I would look as virginal and innocent as possible.

The real question is, how long is this going to last before he either bends me over the bed or throws me down on it and takes advantage of poor, sweet, innocent, little “Angie the candy-striper”?

I’m thinking this is kind of a “match and gasoline” situation.

Ya think?

Anyway, after the night (or weekend) is over, I would have plenty of material to write about and I would probably have some nice pink stripes on my bottom to go with the stripes on the dress. Of course, the dress would be vertical striped and my bottom would be horizontal striped but I can live with that.

(Am I teasing y’all too much?)

It’s going to take me a while to make the “uniform” and figure out a day when I can do it. Then it will take me a couple weeks (minimum) to write the story. So, don’t hold your breath. It may be a few months before I can post the results.

(Yeah, I’m teasing you way too much. Oh well, I guess I’ll have to ask Bill give me a good paddling since I’ve been so cruel to you).

Nighty night. :P