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After Mommy Anna had spanked Naughty Ronnie’s bottom another shade of red, he laid in bed in his room throwing his baseball up towards the ceiling and catching it as it fell back towards him in deep thought. He pondered what all those words meant, the dirty words that Mommy Anna had said. He contemplated and thought he might ask one of his sisters for an explanation, but was scared that they would tattle on him and tell Mommy about how he was obsessing over them.
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Naughty Ronnie was running around the house. It was Thanksgiving and they were due to have company over. Mommy Anna had prepared a holiday feast with all the trimmings, and even dessert. Well, she actually had more than one dessert, but the one her and Naughty shared in common was a yummy pannetone. She warned Ronnie to stay out of the kitchen, as she didn’t want him hurting himself, or worse- stealing a crumb or two, or leaving finger marks in her precious entrées.
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Miss Anna decided to host a family dinner, and made sure to invite all of her siblings, cousins, and of course, her naughty nephew. When all of the family members gathered and entered the front door, she pretended as if she hadn’t seen her naughty nephew for quiet some time, saving face and greeting him with a big hug and kiss in front of everyone, but as she leaned in, and they kissed each other on the cheek he whispered: ‘’I want to fuck you so hard.’’
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Miss Anna was having company over for the weekend, and decided to prepare a full course meal. She even bought a panettone for coffee time with them. She slaved all morning and day in the kitchen making sure everything was perfect and cooked just right. Before her guests arrived naughy Ronnie asked if he could have a slice of panettone. But Mommy Anna said NO.
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Miss Anna went shopping for a new wardrobe. It had been a while since she treated herself and so she decided she needed some new threads. She had the sales clerk, a young handsome man, follow her around as she piled every item that caught her eye into his hands, until he could barely see over the mounting pile which he carried to the dressing room for her.
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Mommy Anna had made herself an espresso. She left it on the kitchen table with her biscotti when the phone suddenly rang. It was her lover. He wanted to talk dirty to her, and her to him, so she proceeded upstairs to her bedroom and closed the door behind her.
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Mommy Anna took her naughty boy over to visit family. On the drive there she warned him that better behave, use ALL the manners she taught him: please and thank you, don’t speak unless spoken to and ALWAYS ask for permission. The naughty boy recited every one of these things in the car as Mommy Anna looked at him in her rearview mirror. She looked at him with a smile, reassured.
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Mommy Anna was getting ready to go on a date. She had her hair up in rollers, and sat at her boudoir putting on her makeup while in her robe. Then she went over to her dresser to pick out the sluttiest pair of bra and panties she could find. She reached for her most expensive lace ones, but as she pulled them out of her top drawer she noticed the panties were stuck together, or more so glued.
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Mommy Anna had spent the whole morning slaving over a hot stove trying to make everyone a pumpkin pie. When it was finally finished, she placed it on the stove to cool off before adding some trim, but before you know it, along came Naughty Ronnie, attempting to dip his finger in it to sample a taste.
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After my encounter with the mystery blue eyed undercover Domme I went to the club every weekend hoping to see him and get a chance for my payback. Every weekend I was disappointed… about 6 months after I was working on a pretty little petite female that I was about to dominate. As I was getting ready to take her to my home to do my usual whipping, beating and teasing routine the bartender approached us. “Here are two shots of Tequila courtesy of the gentleman at the end of the bar.”