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 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
October 16, 2009
Oh thats right its almost here yes Halloween is just a few weeks away then you get dress up in your costume and go trick or treating just make sure you are so very careful because we wouldn’t want you to get hurt out having fun now would we because that wouldn’t be any fun at all huh. Watch out for those ghost and gobblins they can be kind of tricky you know taking all your candy and making you wet your pants no fun is it so you see thats why you have to make sure you wear a nice dry diaper while getting all that candy together and having fun.Oh and watch out especially for those naughty witches sweetie never know what they might be up to on that night. Minnie