October 18, 2010

Won't you be my Playmate?

Yes, I would like you to be my new playmate. Playmates have so many advantages; they are not only fun but necessary. We have such hard times across our world right now that it is so important to take time and play every chance we get. It is important to play because it is away to escape and release. So won’t you be my playmate? I sure hope that you will! Playmate Mandy 1 888 430 2010
September 25, 2010

Fat Poopy Baby

Sniff sniff. Did whittle Baby make a big stinky? Ut oh somebody is in big trouble when mommy finds out. Does whittle baby remember the punishment for pooping in your pants? First Mommy will pour a glass of water inside the back of your diaper and make you bounce up and down on your behind. The spanking is administered in 2 sessions. First Mommy will lay you across my lap with your diaper still on and use a paddle to swat your behind 50 times. By this time your behind is nice and red and most of the poop is dripping out the sides. The second session is no different than the first; the only difference is you get spanked with no diaper this time. Resisting in any way will only lead to harsher punishment, its best you bend over and take your 50 swats like a man. You can always cry like a little girl later, in the privacy of your closet. I’m sorry, I’m sorry pleeeease pleeeease Mommy Stella don’t spank me anymore. I will be a good boy….. Stella 1 888 430-2010
August 30, 2010

Baby Josh Back In Pampers

This is week 3 for baby joshie’s potty training, and sadly I’m here to report things have not been going too well. Josh continues to make stinky messes in his pull ups that almost always result in Mommy spanking his poopy bottom. Today Mommy had to put away the training pants and pull ups, and make room for the cases of pampers. Josh has no idea his big boy days are over. Do you think he’s going to be upset and throw a hissy? Oh you can bet on it, but once I get done with him he will be diapered and securely rocking in my arms.
August 29, 2010

How Do You Like To Be Disciplined?

There are many forms of disciplinary tactics one can use on a little bad boy, or little bad girl. But I would like to know what is your favorite way to be disciplined. Do you like spankings? Corner time? Being humiliated? Or have you run across some very unique ways to be disciplined? Or are there ways that you have come up with but are too shy to tell anyone about? I would love to hear the answers to all these. Feel free to call me and share. *smiles* Nanny Ella 1-888-430-2010
August 28, 2010

Kitty in a Box

Ok, once again I am finding myself saying  “Awwwwww!”, but now it’s also followed with a big grin and a chuckle.  Seems our wittle kitties have grown and graduated for cups to boxes, hehe.  These two are trouble makers, I can see it in their cute little twitching noses.  Mommy kitty must have her paws full with these two!  I wonder if she has a little kitty paddle to deal with them, lol! Mommy Maggie 1*888*430*2010
August 23, 2010

Qui Jun and the Arrogant Monk

There once lived a monk called Shan, in a village in China. He had earned a great name for himself. But he was very arrogant. Qui Jun heard of his arrogance and wanted to teach the monk a lesson. He went to meet Shan who neither greeted him nor acknowledged his presence. Just then a servant of the monk came with a message: “The son of an army officer is here to see you.” The monk said, “I will go and greet him.” Shan welcomed the son of the army officer with respect. After the army officer’s son had departed Qui Jun asked Shan the reason for his double-faced behaviour. “Why is it that you greeted the army officer’s son so respectfully, yet behaved so arrogantly towards me?” Shan the Monk had a quick reply: “Please don’t get me wrong. For me greeting meansnot greeting and not greeting means greeting.” Qui Jun understood the monk’s mischief and hit him hard on his head with his stick. “According to your logic, beating you means not beating and not beating you means beating. Therefore, I have to give you a beating,” said Qui Jun. Shan immediately realised the folly of his actions and started showing respect to everyone he met, irrespective of their status. lily
August 21, 2010

Demon or Angel?

As with many people, I seem to have an angel on one shoulder and a demon sitting on the other, with both whispering in my ear what to do. My angel says that I should forgive my little one and let his little indiscretions slide. That I should hold him tight and shower him with kisses and love. My demon on the other hand, is telling me that he needs to be punished – severely. A paddling that leaves his hinny red, raw and welted, then forcing him to stay in a dirty, soiled diaper ‘til an extreme rash has formed, and perhaps a strong enema so speed up the soiled diaper process (and this is just for starters – my demons can be quite imaginative). The question is, which one will win out? Which one will hold sway – my demons or my angels? Mommy Gina 1-888-430-2010
June 19, 2010

Sore Hiney Blues

This is the official song of the slow pokes of the world. It’s called the Sore Hiney Blues: When the road is feeling rocky And you know you’ve paid your dues When your knees are feeling knocky You’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma, The Sore Hiney Blues Baby You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues The SAGS, they got pretzels And Watermelons too, But when my hineys hurting They say, WE CAN’T HELP YOU! The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma, The Sore Hiney Blues Baby You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues Last night at the hotel While Red Eye drank the booze Johnny grabbed the jelly He’s got the Sore Hiney Blues The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma, The Sore Hiney Blues Baby You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues Each day that we’re peddling The ride is in the news Krystal she be writing Bout the Sore Hiney Blues The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma, The Sore Hiney Blues Baby You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues John Frame’s got my suitcase Kathy’s got my dues Mike Quinn’s got my beer I got the Sore Hiney Blues! The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma, The Sore Hiney Blues Baby You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues Two hundred riders That ain’t just a few We’re standing all the way home With the Sore Hiney Blues The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma, The Sore Hiney Blues Baby You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues My chain is slippin My tires are leaking air My hineys really hurtin Are we there? Are we there? The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma, The Sore Hiney Blues Baby You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues The ride is almost over Don’t need no stinking Cues But Tommy Imbrigotta’s Got the Sore Hiney Blues The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma, The Sore Hiney Blues Baby You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues 100 miles is easy 250 gets you sore 500 leaves you begging My poor hiney can’t take no more! I guess you can make up your own tune to it, since I didn’t see one with it. I think it’s about riding motorcycles, but I don’t know lol. One thing I do know, I can give you a sore hiney without making you ride a Harley for 1000 miles. Sue 1-888-430-2010 The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma, The Sore Hiney Blues Baby You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues
June 13, 2010

Cameron's Space Spanking

On our journey to Jupiter, Cameron was being a very naughty boy. Begining with urging all his friends, Alf, Big Bird, and Ernie to continiously shout out “Are we there yet!” So I had no other choice but to give him a spanking in front of all the Mommies aboard. He was placed over my knee as I sat in the control room and spanked his little bottom till he learned his lesson. The very first Space Spanking. Then of course he needed a diaper change so luckily the ship has a fully decked out nursery aboard loaded with Bambino diapers. I changed his diaper and placed him in the play pen next to the window so he could watch as we circled around Jupiter preparing to land. Cameron is making history with us Mommies here at phone a mommy on our journeys in the UFO provided by Cameron, come and join us in our adventures Abies in Space! Dont forget to Phone a Mommy! Sara 1 888 430 2010
Call Now Button