Aunt Brenda
My Bio:
It's time to show up as a kid, your Aunt Brenda is here! This is Aunt Brenda, and I specialize in repairing babies who are misbehaving like you. I grew up in a military family with a Dominatrix stepmother, and I still remember everything I learned from strict and cruel governance, and I will pass on these lessons to you! If my strict and authoritative teaching does not scare you into submission, standing in the corner will not change your naughtiness. Spanking, bandaging, and spanking will definitely happen! When I don't have to be very strict with naughty babies, I also like to be your exciting mature and sexy unruly babysitter or nanny! I like to teach young people everything about sex in a very practical way! I have diaper changes, baby bottles and breastfeeding, bedtime stories... and of course a beautiful and naughty "massage" under the quilt to help my child relax and doze off. My reference as an aunt-and my tall, firm tits and mature curves-are flawless. Let us sit down, you can tell Aunt Brenda about your bad behavior, and let Auntie decide what is the best punishment for you!
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Strict Rules
Harsh Lectures
Babysitter/Auntie Roleplay
Diaper & ABDL Training
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October 30, 2009
Its the night before candy day when all the diapered little ones can’t sleep because they know its so close to Halloween when they can be someone they usually can’t be in the usual day to day life but your all excited because you get to dress up and have fun in those cute costumes and go door to door for that candy everyone enjoys giving out to you but you like saying treat or trick i can just hear you in that sweet voice of yours say please and thank you so have a wonderful time my sweet diapered ones. So my darlings becareful and watch out for those cars as you cross the streets because as we know they don’t look out for you now do they so hold tightly to mommy’s hand so you can get back home safely. Minnie
October 26, 2009
A be”witch”ing poem for the sake of the Halloween spirit. In a city, on the border Of Greenwich Harbor and Bly, Maine Lies a scene, dubbed out of order The people don’t like to explain For when nightfall finds its calling And the ground is damp with dew A strange, mist-like fog starts falling Believed from the witches brew. When the haze drifts on the hillside The scent of sulfur fills the air Streaking ‘cross the ebbing high tide Till the fog is everywhere Then the night becomes quite stoic ‘Neath the bright yellow facade And the townsfolk, not heroic Find their shelter e’er abroad. Thus, the city is a ghost town Every night when dusk appears But, alas, there’s milling around In spite of the chills and fears It is true, the rumored report Of the fog-like mist and smell For within a vacant resort Is the place where witches dwell. While the walls are swayed by motion And the roof is half intact The witches join to boil a potion Made of decades old extract To erase one’s recollections Of the town that they once knew Once they taste the rich confections That are in the witches’ brew. Minnie