Aunt Brenda
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Time to behave, little ones, your Aunty Brenda is here! I'm Aunty Brenda, and I specialize in straightening out ill-behaved little babies, just like you. I grew up in a military family with a Dominatrix step-mom & I still remember everything I learned from my strict, coldly cruel Governess -- and I will pass those lessons on to you! If my strict authoritative lectures don't cow you into submission, and a good session of standing in the corner can't change your naughty ways, a nice hard spanking, strapping, or caning certainly will!
When I'm not having to be terribly strict to naughty babies, I also love to be your excitingly mature, sensually uninhibited Nanny or sitter! I adore teaching young men allll about sex, in a VERY hands-on way! I'm experienced with diapering, bottle and breast feeding, bedtime stories...and of course a nice naughty "massage" under the covers to help my young man get relaxed and sleepy.
My references as a Aunty -- and my high, firm tits and mature curves -- are impeccable. Let's have a seat, you can tell Aunty Brenda all about your bad behavior, and let Autny decide on the best punishment for you!
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October 30, 2009
Its the night before candy day when all the diapered little ones can’t sleep because they know its so close to Halloween when they can be someone they usually can’t be in the usual day to day life but your all excited because you get to dress up and have fun in those cute costumes and go door to door for that candy everyone enjoys giving out to you but you like saying treat or trick i can just hear you in that sweet voice of yours say please and thank you so have a […]
October 26, 2009
A be”witch”ing poem for the sake of the Halloween spirit. In a city, on the border Of Greenwich Harbor and Bly, Maine Lies a scene, dubbed out of order The people don’t like to explain For when nightfall finds its calling And the ground is damp with dew A strange, mist-like fog starts falling Believed from the witches brew. When the haze drifts on the hillside The scent of sulfur fills the air Streaking ‘cross the ebbing high tide Till the fog is everywhere Then the night becomes quite stoic ‘Neath the bright yellow facade […]