May 19, 2011

My Kinda Crib

Ok, so here’s another gem of an antique.  No big crib that locks for my little ones – ohh noooooo!! Hehe.  Just enough room to lie down and keep still.  I dare say, they did know how to punish little ones back in the day.  No squirming allowed here; heck, no squirming here is possible.  Can you imagine, laying in here, unable to move, just wetting over and over again, not being able to avoid the rash and bed sores from forming, at the mercy of your keeper.  Ya know, I think I’ll have to have one made up special!   Maggie 1-888-430-2010   A few of Mommy’s specialties: Sissification • diaper punishment/play • paddling • infantilism • birds and the bees • age play
May 16, 2011

diapering Daddy

  You’ll never believe what I caught Daddy doing. I had my diaper bag sitting out on the table when I stopped over the other night. When I came back in the room two of the diapers were missing. There were only four in there, it was pretty easy to keep up with them. Then I heard something crinkling in the bathroom. I acted like I didn’t hear it and I walked right into the bathroom to find my big Daddy playing with the diapers. I think the neighbors could have heard me laughing as I told him I thought he was a big man, not a baby. Then I made him get all of his clothes off and I stuck him in diapers right there. I told him that I needed some more practice changing them and he was going to be my little diapered baby. I couldn’t believe how hard Daddy got when I said this. It was pretty awesome to diaper him and make him use his diapers. He didn’t really have a choice since I had snapped some pics of him playing with them. Daddy made such a good baby for me, he was perfect.   Samantha  
May 1, 2011

Diaper Punishment

  So normally I punish my adult diaper wearing abies and sissies with keeping them in their diapers  but I think I might try a new twist when it comes to punishing you diaper lovers.  I am thinking that refusing to diaper you might get your attention, having you pleading and begging me for mercy. Maybe by threatening to dump all the un-used diapers in the diaper pal, you might prompt you to be more willing to behave. Ya think?   Mizz Rebecca 888*430*2010 International 714*442*2402  
April 25, 2011

The Jumblies

THEY went to sea in a sieve, they did; In a sieve they went to sea: In spite of all their friends could say, On a winter’s morn, on a stormy day, In a sieve they went to sea. And when the sieve turned round and round, And every one cried, “You’ll all be drowned!” They called aloud, “Our sieve ain’t big; But we don’t care a button, we don’t care a fig: In a sieve we’ll go to sea!” Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green and their hands are blue; And they went to sea in a sieve. II They sailed away in a sieve, they did, In a sieve they sailed so fast, With only a beautiful pea-green veil Tied with a ribbon by way of a sail, To a small tobacco-pipe mast. And every one said who saw them go, “Oh! won’t they soon be upset, you know? For the sky is dark and the voyage is long, And, happen what may, it’s extremely wrong In a sieve to sail so fast.” Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green and their hands are blue; And they went to sea in a sieve. III The water it soon came in, it did; The water it soon came in: So, to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet In a pinky paper all folded neat; And they fastened it down with a pin. And they passed the night in a crockery-jar; And each of them said, “How wise we are! Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long, Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong, While round in our sieve we spin.” Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green and their hands are blue; And they went to sea in a sieve. IV And all night long they sailed away; And when the sun went down, They whistled and warbled a moony song To the echoing sound of a coppery gong, In the shade of the mountains brown. “O Timballoo! How happy we are When we live in a sieve and a crockery-jar! And all night long, in the moonlight pale, We sail away with a pea-green sail In the shade of the mountains brown.” Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green, and their hands are blue; And they went to sea in a sieve. V They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,– To a land all covered with trees; And they bought an owl and a useful cart, And a pound of rice, and a cranberry-tart, And a hive of silvery bees; And they bought a pig, and some green jackdaws, And a lovely monkey with lollipop paws, And forty bottles of ring-bo-ree, And no end of Stilton cheese. Far and […]
April 20, 2011

The Gentleman Daddy

  As of right now I live north of the Mason-Dixon line but I will always be a southern gentleman at heart. Not a redneck as so often portrayed in movies and such. There are terms some of you might think as funny such as Coke meaning any carbonated drink or buggy meaning a shopping cart. A gentleman also shows respect for everyone with a yes ma’am or yes sir even if they are young or old. This also translates well when dealing with abies and sissies by making them feel warm and welcome. That doesn’t mean I don’t have a strong side for discipline which means I can spank a diapered  butt when you need it done. So if you hear that southern twang in my voice you’ll know the experience you will get will be a true pleasure for abie and daddy.   Daddy Paul
April 18, 2011

The Easter Bunny

There’s a story quite funny, About a toy bunny, And the wonderful things she can do; Every bright Easter morning, Without warning, She colors eggs, red, green, or blue. Some she covers with spots, Some with quaint little dots, And some with strange mixed colors, too — Red and green, blue and yellow, But each unlike his fellow Are eggs of every hue. And it’s odd, as folks say, That on no other day In all of the whole year through, Does this wonderful bunny, So busy and funny, Color eggs of every hue. If this story you doubt She will soon find you out, And what do you think she will do? On the next Easter morning She’ll bring you without warning, Those eggs of every hue. by M. Josephine Todd, 1909 Lily
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