June 3, 2013

Fun With Nanny Ella

Let Nanny Make You Happy You weren’t very happy when Mommy told you that she was going out for the night and had called someone to come over and stay with you, were you?  You got upset and yelled at Mommy, saying you were big enough to stay by yourself, and you wouldn’t listen to a babysitter.  Your Mommy told you to go to your room for acting so hateful and that’s were I walked in and found you. You were sitting on your bed, grumbling to yourself, when you heard the bedroom door open.  You looked up with a glare in your eyes until you saw me.  Your eyes raced up my legs, and straight to my ample breasts.  Your mouth fell open, and you gave me an uncertain smile, as your eyes ran slowly up and down my body. I walk in and close the door softly behind me.  Your Mommy told me how unhappy you were about someone coming to stay with you, and I a cure for that little fit you threw.  If you want to act like a baby, I will put you in this onesie and show you what happens to naughty little boys! Before the night is over, you’ll be VERY happy when you see Mommy going out, because you know Nanny Ella is coming.  Now….show Nanny Ella what a BIG Boi you are, and she’ll give you a special surprise!   Nanny Ella 1-888-430-2010
November 10, 2011

Nanny Ella’s Paddle Collection

Nanny Ella believes the best way to discipline a naughty baby is to spank their bottom with a firm hand. I don’t put up with any nonsense or sassing back. Lately Nanny has started using paddles instead of her hand. I have noticed paddles work better on the older children and I have acquired a large selection of paddles for this job. I sometimes make the misbehaving child pick the paddle they want to be spanked with. Which paddle should I use on you? Call me and tell me   Nanny Ella 1-888-430-2010
May 15, 2011

Abdl Favorite Fantasy

I was just sitting around today trying to put together what all would be included in my ultimate fantasy. A mommy and daddy and another abie. Some diapers and bottles and maybe even a granny or a sitter or two. Any combination of role play could lead to one of my may longings being fulfilled. So what what be included in your abie or sissy fantasy? Louie
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
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