February 7, 2011

The Cat and the Moon

The cat went here and there and the moon spun round like a top, and the nearest kin of the moon, the creeping cat, looked up. Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon, for, wander and wail as he would, the pure cold light in the sky troubled his animal blood. Minnaloushe runs in the grass lifting his delicate feet. Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance? When two close kindred meet, what better than call a dance? Maybe the moon may learn, tired of that courtly fashion, a new dance turn Minnaloushe creeps through the grass from moonlit place to place, the sacred moon overhead has taken a new phase. Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils will pass from change to change, and that from round to crescent, from crescent to round they range? Minnaloushe creeps through the grass alone, important and wise, and lifts to the changing moon his changing eyes. William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) Lorraine
January 24, 2011

gagged sissy

  Mommy has to have a few words with you young man. I know about how you spy on my boyfriend and I. There’s no point in lying to Mommy she knows all that you do honey. There’s only one way to solve this situation and that is to make you be a sissy girl. See I think you’re curious about things big girls do, but you’re too little for that just yet. The best place for you in in the playpen in your diapers. Then Mommy will know exactly where you are sissy boy. If you pout I will just put a binky in your mouth and strap it on, then what will you do hmm? Drool all over your big pacifier gag is what you’ll do. Mommy Shirley
January 24, 2011

The Canary

Mary had a little bird, With feathers bright and yellow, Slender legs-upon my word, He was a pretty fellow! Sweetest notes he always sung, Which much delighted Mary; Often where his cage was hung, She sat to hear Canary. Crumbs of bread and dainty seeds She carried to him daily, Seeking for the early weeds, She decked his palace gaily. This, my little readers, learn, And ever practice duly; Songs and smiles of love return To friends who love you truly. Silvie Elizabeth Turner
November 5, 2010

Fresh Laundry

This baby likes to wear his diapers alot does he not or is it because he likes the ideal of granny changing him every few mins.  whichever way he likes i enjoy doing it.Thats because i like cleaning that bottom up putting fresh powders on pinning those cute cloth diapers on  then have to wash a good load of them and hang them out to dry so all the neighbors can see lol i know you just love that don’t you. Minnie
October 11, 2010

Cloony The Clown

I’ll tell you the story of Cloony the Clown Who worked in a circus that came through town. His shoes were too big and his hat was too small, But he just wasn’t, just wasn’t funny at all. He had a trombone to play loud silly tunes, He had a green dog and a thousand balloons. He was floppy and sloppy and skinny and tall, But he just wasn’t, just wasn’t funny at all. And every time he did a trick, Everyone felt a little sick. And every time he told a joke, Folks sighed as if their hearts were broke. And every time he lost a shoe, Everyone looked awfully blue. And every time he stood on his head, Everyone screamed, “Go back to bed!” And every time he made a leap, Everybody fell asleep. And every time he ate his tie, Everyone began to cry. And Cloony could not make any money Simply because he was not funny. One day he said, “I’ll tell this town How it feels to be an unfunny clown.” And he told them all why he looked so sad, And he told them all why he felt so bad. He told of Pain and Rain and Cold, He told of Darkness in his soul, And after he finished his tale of woe, Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no, They laughed until they shook the trees With “Hah-Hah-Hahs” and “Hee-Hee-Hees.” They laughed with howls and yowls and shrieks, They laughed all day, they laughed all week, They laughed until they had a fit, They laughed until their jackets split. The laughter spread for miles around To every city, every town, Over mountains, ‘cross the sea, From Saint Tropez to Mun San Nee. And soon the whole world rang with laughter, Lasting till forever after, While Cloony stood in the circus tent, With his head drooped low and his shoulders bent. And he said,”THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT – I’M FUNNY JUST BY ACCIDENT.” And while the world laughed outside. Cloony the Clown sat down and cried. by Shel Silverstein Lorraine
September 25, 2010

Sissy ABie Julie

I always have fun on my calls with my aby Julie.  Like the other day, my Julie was invited to a birthday pool party.  Now normally she would have been excited to go, but when she found out that she was going to have to go in her diapers, well, let’s just say she was less then excited to have all the other y0ung ladies see she was wearing diapers like an aby – especially under here little bathing suit. So it was no surprise that when we got there, my Julie started to have herself a little temper tantrum and was very defiant with me.  Something I simply will not put up with.  So right there, as everyone was arriving to the party, I pulled her diaper and plastic panties down around her ankles, and put her over my knee straight away.  The hairbrush was pulled out of my diaper bag (something that baby Julie definitely does NOT like – the brush or the diaper bag), and I started to swat that little behind of hers. All the mommies and little ladies were walking right by us, pointing and whispering, and some were even giggling at her as they came closer and saw the diaper puddled around her ankles.  And to top things off, I made my aby Julie count out each and every spanking she received between her cries and tears.  Let me tell you, it will be quite some time before my aby Julie defies me again! Thank you again aby Julie for yet another wonderful call (though I think that red little tushie of yours may think otherwise)! Mommy Maggy
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