September 10, 2012

Sneaking around

Its spanking time for you been a  bad young one have you not.Oh you know i caught you peeking around the corner when you were suppose to be in time out.I put you in the corner with your nose in the corner of your bedroom and told you not to move until you were told to.But no you just had to peek at me undressing did you not.I shouldn’t have told you also that i was going to take a shower.But either way you should not have come out of there until told otherwise.Now come on take your medicine.You know its going to be one really hard spanking but i know you enjoy those kind so very much.Not given you just a tap on the behind on no not for you i think this crop will do very nicely don’t you. Doris 1.888.430.2010
January 4, 2012

Riding in the wind

Come on my little sissy pull those dress tails up and lets ride in the wind let those dress tails flapping as we go.Lets see how fast we can go before those dress tails are over your head and you feel the wind on your diapered butt cheeks.The wind blowing those long curls all over your face and head oh the fun we  shall have just think when we get thirsty or tired we will just stop along side of the road and drink something good and cold and change that diaper. Lorraine
November 20, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving

Sissy boy loves his Thanksgiving dinners at lily’s place because she always dresses up infront of everyone after they arrive for dinner she brings him out and makes him prance around the room.To show off his cute lil girlie outfit and his cute diaper and frilly rumbas panties he has to wear also gets to sit in the highchair and be fed like a lil sissy baby you just love it don’t you girlie girl. While everyone watches you dance and prance they laugh and make fun of this sissy boy and when i do those diaper checks those cheeks get very bright red because you know everyone is going to see what you have under those diapers when i change it such a sissy boy are you not. Lily
October 2, 2011

FRUITS OF DESIRE

WE ALL ENJOY OUR TASTE OF DIFFERENT THINGS IN LIFE NOW ME I REALLY ENJOY A GOOD COLD ORANGE PEELED VERY SLOWLY DOWN THE MIDDLE.THEN JUST PULL IT APART AND EAT ONE PIECE OF THE SWEET FRUIT ONE SLICE AT TIME SAVORY THE JUICE AS IT DRIPS DOWN MY CHIN SOMETIMES MY HAND AND ARM BUT ITS SO GOOD I HAVE TO SAY.IT DOESN’T MATTER IF IT GETS ALL OVER ME I JUST LICK IT ALL AWAY LOL NOW LOOK AT YOU GET THAT MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER I WAS TALKING ABOUT A ORANGE HERE EVEN TOOK A PIC  TO PROVE IT LAUGHING . MOMMY LORRAINE
September 10, 2011

One Inch Tall

If you were only one inch tall, you’d ride a worm to school. The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool. A crumb of cake would be a feast And last you seven days at least, A flea would be a frightening beast If you were one inch tall. If you were only one inch tall, you’d walk beneath the door, And it would take about a month to get down to the store. A bit of fluff would be your bed, You’d swing upon a spider’s thread, And wear a thimble on your head If you were one inch tall. You’d surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum. You couldn’t hug your mama, you’d just have to hug her thumb. You’d run from people’s feet in fright, To move a pen would take all night, (This poem took fourteen years to write– ‘Cause I’m just one inch tall). by Shel Silverstein Silvie Enjoy the shrinking fantasy would so enjoy doing that to you
September 1, 2011

The End of Summer

Sweet smell of phlox drifting across the lawn— an early warning of the end of summer. August is fading fast, and by September the little purple flowers will all be gone. Season, project, and vacation done. One more year in everybody’s life. Add a notch to the old hunting knife Time keeps testing with a horny thumb. Over the summer months hung an unspoken aura of urgency. In late July galactic pulsings filled the midnight sky like silent screaming, so that, strangely woken, we looked at one another in the dark, then at the milky magical debris arcing across, dwarfing our meek mortality. There were two ways to live: get on with work, redeem the time, ignore the imminence of cataclysm; or else take it slow, be as tranquil as the neighbors’ cow we love to tickle through the barbed wire fence (she paces through her days in massive innocence, or, seeing green pastures, we imagine so). In fact, not being cows, we have no choice. Summer or winter, country, city, we are prisoners from the start and automatically, hemmed in, harangued by the one clamorous voice. Not light but language shocks us out of sleep ideas of doom transformed to meteors we translate back to portents of the wars looming above the nervous watch we keep. By Rachel Hadas Mommy Lorraine Mommy Lorraine is always around to play with babies and sissies
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