Mommy Jackie
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My favorite callers have always been Adult Babies, and I'm just as pleased as punch to get to play with sweet little boys and girls like you! I love the sensuality and complete abandon of ageplay and ABie roleplay...I love taking complete control of my babies, smothering them with love and nurturing, or punishing them when they misbehave!
Oh yes, Mommy Jackie is a spanker but only to make sure you follow the right path that mommy Jackie feels you should follow! I will throw my babies over my knee at the first sign of sassiness, and redden their little behinds with the palm of my handso don't test mommy!
Are you a pants- or bed-wetter? I'll diaper you like a bitty baby and take a paddle to your bottom for each accident! Babies that throw tantrums will find themselves on the recieving end of my spankings too, as well as naughty little sissies -- bad sissybaby girls will end up with their frilly skirts over their heads and their ruffled panties pulled down for a spanking they won't soon forget!
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Age Regression
Forced ABDL
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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 […]