Anonymous said: Cookie it's been a while since we've heard about your adventures in cheerleading. Maybe Mr. C can change your past so that your implants came in a lot sooner and became a star at your school :)
Heehee! I don’t remember much from being one…but I’m sure he will see thisvask
waistwatcher83 said: I mentioned you in one of my reblogs this morning. Check it out when you get a chance.
I have some crocheted tops! My tits look awesome in them!
hotsexymarriedslut said: May I please vote for number two (2), and then number two (2) again? If not make my second choice number nine (9). The tragedy within two was more than I could stand. It hurt, I cried, my heart busted open, gosh. I have a funny feeling you wrote number two. I am sincerely extremely happy you married, Cookie. My beliefs are all Good Bimbos should get married to the right man. Marriage and Bimbo fit perfectly together. I wish you well, Cookie.
You’ll have to vote on the post! I’m not saying which I wrote, but I will say my favorite was not my own.
Anonymous said: How many syllables are in the word calculator? And if I had a calculator, would I be a rich man? Or just a cromulant one?
I hate you alll sometimes. I hope you know that.
Anonymous said: Can you lick your nipples or are your tits too big?
Barely. I have a kinda long tongue which helps, but the shape and “firmness” of my boobs makes it hard.
Ooh! A fun story submitted by a follower! Thanks! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She stood at the end of the line. Her chest felt like it was buzzing as her raced. All of the other students in her English class had all been able to spell their word. She didn’t want to have to have her mouth washed out with soap like last time.
"Ok Cookie spell dignity. " A few of the other kids laughed. She had never been able to spell a word in the first round. That is probably why they were laughing. She tugged on her dress trying to keep the dress down over her thighs. Daddy said that he would buy her a new dress as soon as she spelled a word correctly. She bit her lip. She giggled to herself. She knew this one.
"S-l-u-t-t-y" She smiled as she crossed her arms. The entire class broke out into laughter. Why was she always wrong. She could easily remember the words from elementary school. Her thoughts drifted back to reality as the teacher pointed back to her seat as she hung her head and walked back to her seat. A few of the boys in her class slapped her ass hard as she walked by. She hated being the first one out. She hated the class rule that the first one that had to sit would get spanked by the class first. A tall leggy brunette slapped her butt hard enough for her to cry out loudly.
"Ow ow" She sat down carefully as stabs of pain clawed at her butt. The seat was cold and hard. She couldn’t get the dress to cover her butt. All of the other kids easily were able to spell their word. She tried to focus so she could learn , but the words just seemed to flow right through her.
She dreaded having her mouth washed out. Mr. Carlson was always too rough. Maybe one day it wouldn’t be her. At some corner of her brain a tiny voice asked if anyone else had their mouth washed out. It was easily dismissed. She probably had seen it and forgotten about it. She easily forgot things. The dread didn’t slacken as the spelling continued. The tall boy who had spanked her first had managed to win.
"Uh well I’m very pleased with all of you.. well except for Cookie."The class again chuckled and giggled as Mr. Carlson eyed her from across the room. She felt tiny.
"All of you can go home now. I don’t think I need to assign any homework tonight. So I think since Cookie still needs her mouth washed out. I will attend to that. " A few of the boys laughed as the tall brunette let out a cat call towards her. Cookie walked towards the front of the class. She could feel the entire class’s eyes on her ass. The skirt was too short. Mr. Carlson set a basin of water and a big white block of soap onto the ground. The class filed out of the door as she began to lathered the soap.
"Ok start." She watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was instantly hard as she began to lather it up. Her hands and the soap coated it with a soft bubbly cloud of white foam. The only thing that made it worse was when she gagged.
His hand reached down and grabbed a handful of her soft blonde hair. The tip of his cock slid past her lips as the taste of soap filled her mouth.
"Cookie when will you learn what a bad student you are." He thrust in and out of her mouth.
"You will just have to try harder." She tried to mumble a sorry but it turned into her tongue sliding up the warm soapy member that had invaded her mouth. She would try harder next time. She would spell her word right. Then she could watch someone else get their mouth washed out. Maybe the tall brunette. She could hear Mr. Carlson breathing hard. That usually meant her punishment was almost over. She opened her mouth and looked up. Meeting his eyes.
"Please make me a good girl Mr. Carlson. " She begged hoping he would give her some wisdom and kind words. As he spoke his words. She could almost feel them landing on her face.
"Ok Cookie. Go out into the hall and wait for your daddy to come pick you up." She walked out into the hall. Hopefully daddy wouldn’t be too mad. She licked her lips feeling something sticky on them. It was probably just something she missed washing off her face when she had lunch.
James Carlson chuckled as he thought of what used to be his bitchy English teacher Ms. Watson sitting out in the hall. He had gone from a principal accused of grade manipulation to a guy with a personal brain washed bimbo at his beck and call. It had been easy. The entire staff knew she had made the whole grade manipulation thing up. She thought that being a hot 28 yr old with two doctorates entitled her to his job.
A chuckle escaped his lips. It had only taken one faculty Senate day to brainwash her and turn her into “Cookie”. It was getting to be absurd how they were deciding who she would be going home with on the weekends.
"A spelling bee?" Mrs. Nelson was the most brutal among them. It was sort of understandable seeing as "Cookie" had offered to suck her husband’s cock if he could give her some dirt on Mrs. Nelson. Oh well he still had tonight before she would be sent home with Dave.
"Guess daddy will have to make tonight memorable." He put in the glasses she had come to see as being daddy and walked out the door. Visions of Cookie strapped down to his dining room table played out in his head as his footfalls echoed in the hall. A small smile danced across his face as he whistled a tune.