Dommy Scarlet
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Hello you little naughty baby. Nanny Scarlet has come to put you in your place! I will tease you with my short skirt and what promises to be a very revealing peek underneath, but when I catch you looking, oh boy will there be hell to pay!
Naughty, dirty boys have to be punished. Did you like what you saw? I sure hope so cause now it will cost you. You will stay in a diaper all dressed up in the frilly pink dress I have hidden away just for you and sit right there in the corner with your little thumb in your mouth so everyone can see what a little baby you are.
And if I don't think that is working, or if you have been especially naughty, I have the perfect tree right out at the curb that I will send you out to in your diaper and pretty pink dress to pick your own switch off of and bring it back and I will bend you over my knee and switch your bare little bottom until it is nice and red! And all the neighbors will know when they see you out in your dress what a naughty baby you have been!!
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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 […]