Step Mommy Dianna

Mommy Dianna
Mommy Dianna
Mommy Dianna
Mommy Dianna
  

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     Forced sissy-Diaper training-Rule enforcement-Potty training-Diaper BDSM-Diaper and ABDL training Hello, naughty little baby. Dommy Mommy Diana is here to pick you up! I will use my short skirt to make fun of you, the things below will definitely be very revealing, but when I find you staring at it, oh, it will be hell! Naughty and dirty boys must be punished. Do you like what you see? I certainly hope so, because now it will cost you. You will be wearing a complete diaper, wearing a pink ruffled dress that I hid specially for you, and you will sit in the corner with your thumb in your mouth so that everyone can see that you are a baby. I think it doesn’t work, or if you are particularly naughty, I have a perfect tree on the sidewalk, I will take your diaper and a beautiful pink dress to send you, let you choose the switch and bring it came back. I will press you on my knees and change your bare butt until it becomes cute and red! All neighbors will know how naughty you are when they see you in a skirt! !

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January 5, 2011

What Does the Bee Do

What does the bee do? Bring home honey. And what does Father do? Bring home money. And what does Mother do? Lay out the money. And what does baby do? Eat up the honey Christina Rossetti Minnie
December 2, 2010

We dollhouse monsters

our jowls crashing like cymbals, while my baby brother takes out his eight-ball left eye and squints his right to line up his shot on the world’s smallest pool table. Mother has a camera for a head; it flashes uncontrollably though she claims to have run out of film a hundred years ago, when father’s penis, an unstoppable spigot, became a garden sprinkler, contained by adult diapers, changed hourly, and hourly, my sister— shuffling out of her hiding place in the cuckoo clock, her hair a mess of paper clips, a Raggedy Ann doll in her arms—sighs to pass the time. Water seeps through the ceiling, because upstairs the bathtub overflows, for Grandma has forgotten the bath she’s drawn, and on the stove the gas is high, the flames are heating up a pudding over which my opa whispers: boil, boil, loyal rubble, follow me to the end of my life. by Christopher Shannon Minnie