Mommy Jackie
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My favorite callers have always been Adult Babies, and I'm just as pleased as punch to get to play with sweet little boys and girls like you! I love the sensuality and complete abandon of ageplay and ABie roleplay...I love taking complete control of my babies, smothering them with love and nurturing, or punishing them when they misbehave!
Oh yes, Mommy Jackie is a spanker but only to make sure you follow the right path that mommy Jackie feels you should follow! I will throw my babies over my knee at the first sign of sassiness, and redden their little behinds with the palm of my handso don't test mommy!
Are you a pants- or bed-wetter? I'll diaper you like a bitty baby and take a paddle to your bottom for each accident! Babies that throw tantrums will find themselves on the recieving end of my spankings too, as well as naughty little sissies -- bad sissybaby girls will end up with their frilly skirts over their heads and their ruffled panties pulled down for a spanking they won't soon forget!
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January 30, 2026
The first thing I’m aware of is the soft, crinkly sound around my hips as I stretch in the morning, and the thick, padded feeling between my legs that lays brought me comfort. My eyes flutter open to the early morning light filtering through the open curtained window, the curtains were designed with blue sky and smiling clouds, dancing across the pastel yellow walls of the nursery that made the room feel warm and happy. I’m snug in my crib, my fingers curling around the smooth white wooden bars. The […]
June 20, 2025
The nursery glowed with the sweet pastel pinks of wallpaper covered walls. I clicked the lock on the nursery door behind me once it closed, leather gloves creaking as I flexed my fingers. His eyes darted to the frilled changing table, to the stack of Pampers blooming from their plastic half ripped packaging. “Big boys don’t slam doors,” I cooed, peeling the leather gloves off one finger at a time. The scent of his sweat sharpened as I approached, that bitter tang of gym socks and panic. “But you’re not […]