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You were with James, Mommy. 

You were with James, Mommy. 

Mommy really likes this game. 

Mommy really likes this game. 

Babysitters can be trouble…

Babysitters can be trouble…

For some reason, Mommy likes to hear me crinkle.

For some reason, Mommy likes to hear me crinkle.

“Well, if you are a very good boy I might let you have

“Well, if you are a very good boy I might let you have

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I do like making Mommy happy…

I do like making Mommy happy…

Next time she said she’ll let Him write something…

Next time she said she’ll let Him write something…

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All I could say was “yes, ma'am.”

All I could say was “yes, ma'am.”

Little boys don’t giggle about being spanked… 

Little boys don’t giggle about being spanked… 

Nothing like knowing she is thinking about you when she is with

Nothing like knowing she is thinking about you when she is with

Soooooo desperate…

Soooooo desperate…

Not where he belongs.

Not where he belongs.

She wouldn’t give it to Him, would she?

She wouldn’t give it to Him, would she?

Dirty boy indeed.

Dirty boy indeed.

Little boys don’t always understand…

Little boys don’t always understand…

Inspired by what Mommy said to me just moments ago… 

Inspired by what Mommy said to me just moments ago… 

Itty bitty.

Itty bitty.

Powder-scented romance.

Powder-scented romance.

Date Night.

Date Night.

Just where he belongs.

Just where he belongs.