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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January 27, 2026
The heavy scent of citrus cleaning spray hung in the air as I finished wiping down the kitchen counter. My house was quiet, spotless, and mine. Everything in its place. Just the way I liked it though it could get a little lonely at times. The only sound was the soft tick-tock of the wall clock in the hall, counting down to when my guest would arrive. He’d called himself a “good girl” on his message, asking so politely if he could come over. I knew what he needed. I always did. The doorbell chimed, a delicate […]
June 19, 2025
The nursery door creaked, a sound Mommy knew by heart all to well, like the first note of their private symphony. She didn’t turn from the window, letting the curtain brush her knuckles as she counted his footsteps. Eleven towards the rocking chair. Always eleven. His diaper crinkled as he settled on the rug, stacking alphabet blocks with clumsy hands. Cherrywood scent clung to him; she’d bathed him in bergamot oil an hour ago, scrubbing beneath his arms with a loofah until his skin pinkened. Mommy knelt beside him, silk robe pooling like a waterfall […]