Mommy Jackie

Mommy Jackie
Mommy Jackie
Mommy Jackie
Mommy Jackie
  

My Bio: 


     My favorite phone has always been Baby Adults, and I am very happy to play with cute boys and girls like you! I like the sensibility of age games and ABie RPG and the total abandonment...I like to completely control my children, strangle them with love and affection, or punish them when they misbehave! Oh yes, mother Jackie is a spanking person, but just to make sure you are on the right path, mother Jackie thinks you should go! I will throw my kids on my knees at the first sign of cheeky, and I will red their butts with my palms, so don't taste the mother's taste! I will change your diapers like a baby, and I will wipe your butt every time an accident! Babies who lose their temper will also find themselves spanked by me and naughty little sissy-mean sissy girls will end up with ruffled skirts over their heads, ruffled panties will be pulled down and spanked, they don’t meeting. Forget about it!

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  • Firm Rules & Orders

  • Age Regression

  • Forced ABDL

  • Old School Lessons

 
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Diaper Emergency call 1 (888) 430-2010

May 14, 2010

Bed in Summer

In Winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle light. In Summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people’s feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day? Robert Louis Stevenson Minnie
April 16, 2010

Empty Carriage

They walk down the street- faces reflecting a calmness so unfamiliar to me. Little eyes looking up at them; unknowingly relying upon their presence. We share the same planet, yet I feel upon another. To know the warmth of a soft breath upon my neck and the soundness of sleep upon my breast is no more than a mystery. Time does not cure all wounds of the heart when the soul remains unfulfilled. My eyes turn to the sky and I wonder why I am on a path that no longer fits my feet? Like a flower awaiting spring so it can burst forth with all its splendor, color and life so lies my love- dormant within the depths of my heart yearning to burst forth and be poured upon another. I push my carriage on the sidewalks of life and peer into it; hoping to see love gazing up into my eyes; unconditional, pure, beautiful and magical- only to find the carriage empty. © Ellen M. DuBois Minnie