August 29, 2010

Naughty Baby

I had such a fun phone call this morning!  The naughiest little baby called!  He was soooooooo bad. *giggles*  In a fun way though, not in a bratty way.  I was chasing him around, trying to catch him so I could give him a good ole spanking, because he really really needed one! *giggles*  But once I did get my hands on him, oh how I spanked him, and he wiggled and wiggled and tried so hard to get away, but he didn’t until I was finished with his punishment.  Then of course I did give him kisses and hugs to make him feel a little bit better *giggles*. Jenna 1-888-430-2010
August 28, 2010

Messy Is Good

Don’t you just love the way a messy diaper makes you feel? There is something comforting about it, the way it adheres to your skin, the slickness of it as it glides against you. How warm it is as you sit back and smile. Then of course Mommy comes in and sees you, but does she get mad? No she does not, she just gently smiles and walks over to you and pats the back of that messy little diaper and tells you what a good baby you are. Mommy Sue 1-888-430-2010
August 25, 2010

Spanked Abies

Baby aby, poor little aby Violet. He misbehaved for his Mommy and then got sent to me. She told me all about his temper tantrums and his refusal to wear diapers to bed. I asked how does that work? How does an aby refuse what Mommy says? * wink *. So a few adjustments to his nursery and wardrobe and he soon found himself locked in diapers and kept in his crib. A few hours of being laughed at by his mommy and I and he was in tears. Then he was let out only to get his butt strapped with mommy’s belt as he leaned over her bed. Poor aby Violet. Mommy Lexus
August 23, 2010

Treehuggers

Children of the fragile forest gather around Where bird song seems to be the loudest sound A place called Summer, green as you could please A place where we all proudly hug the trees. Hug trees for the walnuts and sweet apples For the shade above small country chapels For giving squirrel and crow a place to live For the priceless gift of oxygen they give. Follow your feet across a woodland floor Beneath the tall and ancient sycamore Under redwood, under tall blue pine Come with me and form an endless line. Join the boy whose name is simply ME Take your turn and hug a mighty tree A wish we cast upon an August breeze A dream to cross the seven sacred seas. Release it now, just like a big balloon… A prayer to reach the mountains of the moon To citizens of Earth alas we say Go find yourself a tree to hug today! And if a grownup says Don’t be a fool! Or Is that what they’re teaching you in school Just find this poem and read this simple rhyme It’s cool to HUG a TREE from time to time! Children this is how the world can be Making Earth plan A and not plan B Wear Change! Share Change! Sing Change! Bring Change And start by hugging a tree! Lily
August 19, 2010

Sweet Adult Baby Bry

Adult Baby BryBry was such a bad young man today.  Not only did he mess in his diaper, he made ABDL Mommy Ava chase him around the nursery before I finally grabbed him by the back of his dirty diaper.  Adult Baby Brain’s diaper was so full that it was sagging and falling down his waist.  Once I got aby Bry up on the changing table I had to use 2 wash cloths and several baby wipes to clean up the mess. After Baby was powdered and diapered it was time for a nap and a bottle and a sweet lullaby before aby Bry falls asleep in my arms.    
August 17, 2010

The Silent Passer-by

// <![CDATA[// // <![CDATA[// When I was a child, I didn’t have hair on my head, just some stubs. I liked to watch my friends play. I would join them now and then, but I preferred watching. Every day, we would see an old man walking by our playground, carrying an umbrella. He had big ears and a bald head. The moment my friends saw him pass by, they would shout, “Hey, deaf and dumb, what’s the time?” They told me that he could neither hear nor speak. It was early evening. I was standing at the gate of my house, when I saw the old man coming. I was alone. There were no friends around to shout the usual words of ‘greeting’. But how could I let this man walk by without saying anything? So for the first time, I asked in a soft voice, “Hey deaf and dumb, what’s the time?” The old man looked at me. Then he looked at his watch and replied,”It’s five thirty.” Lorraine I ran inside the house and never shouted at the old man after that day.
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