tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54788265361811137612024-02-19T03:31:33.728-06:00Our Sweeter Approach to LifeBakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.comBlogger156125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-2486910400880782222022-05-25T07:38:00.001-05:002022-05-25T08:31:39.440-05:00New Blogger! So Exciting!<p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYxLyTqj8CihXUUWV0xHQWBjbNt3-3-fyxLL_0JKQxCe6fP8-EX2IIUDgPDpY4krkZI-32KZK6bQH5oAkEOjINkJVn5yRza191ho7vvw6ObMfuqaJcdwp0VN57ydPpGui2wq34uEsulsoYKWI4_SMMzXtGI0cUxyY8afnPQqH7W1nMbgmufWxD5vCHgg/s564/peanuts%2012.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="423" data-original-width="564" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYxLyTqj8CihXUUWV0xHQWBjbNt3-3-fyxLL_0JKQxCe6fP8-EX2IIUDgPDpY4krkZI-32KZK6bQH5oAkEOjINkJVn5yRza191ho7vvw6ObMfuqaJcdwp0VN57ydPpGui2wq34uEsulsoYKWI4_SMMzXtGI0cUxyY8afnPQqH7W1nMbgmufWxD5vCHgg/s320/peanuts%2012.png" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />I have a new friend! Actual two new friends. Elsie and Marty. They are new to CDD and have decided to blog about it! I am so excited to introduce you all to them. I apologize that I have been so delayed in getting a post up, but the good news is they've posted a few posts and you will have a few to read to get you all started. Please head on over to <i>Our Own Little World of CDD</i> at <a href="https://ourownlittleworldofcdd.blogspot.com/">https://ourownlittleworldofcdd.blogspot.com/</a> and check them out, give them a warm welcome, and let them know Hoss and Baker sent you. We hope you are all doing well!</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">--Baker</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-36164473605702786642022-05-19T05:00:00.006-05:002022-05-19T05:00:00.182-05:00PK's Questions<p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC3JI1zlR8glUmbrbb1doA6cD_PUBUaj2I2-a9t5--h2AAk98TaJP12kg2r6dh_nkVl-O8oI4UQczrORMaydz39EF35WcKjBnZ4fc6tuVFEh1IjD2RkFGraeFoP5GkV3naQrrF9S9zuRPj9CV58YRK7mo3hESyJjBje3PIG1lM9YbxPqvYPUsO_KjkHg/s457/Q%20and%20A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="332" data-original-width="457" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC3JI1zlR8glUmbrbb1doA6cD_PUBUaj2I2-a9t5--h2AAk98TaJP12kg2r6dh_nkVl-O8oI4UQczrORMaydz39EF35WcKjBnZ4fc6tuVFEh1IjD2RkFGraeFoP5GkV3naQrrF9S9zuRPj9CV58YRK7mo3hESyJjBje3PIG1lM9YbxPqvYPUsO_KjkHg/s320/Q%20and%20A.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />It has taken me what feels like an eternity to finally answer PK's questions. Why? Partially because I've been busy, but mainly because they were thought provoking and downright hard! Thanks, PK, for stretching my brain a lot! I'm glad you asked these questions and happy to answer them to the best of my ability.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Without further ado, here's PK's questions:</span></p><p><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">Baker,</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">Is spanking something you've been interested in all your life? Or did it come to you as a mature adult? Has he ever started this part of your relationship, then just seemed to stop?</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">But this has me wanting to add another question to my list. You're raising kids, is this lifestyle something you would ever suggest, maybe even recommend to one of your kids? More to your sons? To your daughters? I mean if they ever came to you seeking marital advice, would TTWD come into your answer?</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">PK</span></i></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDyUIzkoNANwvYJ8cChPeMx9svKpFdqbjpYPQWk9fFCMdwwqS-av4ZbEeE-OflscgbIfOtQSDXAGoNsoc7HD-ikIgH6Ysw9O0tI-GfhoCzLrMhnIUltn8yDHJNJ6Team-dTXkhyWrEemn-UdvYO3pzPxGrB9wfT3aq3xMh6jaapljU_YQClxumkpq4EA/s299/questions%20laptop.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="299" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDyUIzkoNANwvYJ8cChPeMx9svKpFdqbjpYPQWk9fFCMdwwqS-av4ZbEeE-OflscgbIfOtQSDXAGoNsoc7HD-ikIgH6Ysw9O0tI-GfhoCzLrMhnIUltn8yDHJNJ6Team-dTXkhyWrEemn-UdvYO3pzPxGrB9wfT3aq3xMh6jaapljU_YQClxumkpq4EA/s1600/questions%20laptop.webp" width="299" /></a></div><br />Let's break these questions down a bit. First question, "Is spanking something you've been interested in all your life?" Second question because the two go hand and hand. "Or did it come to you as a mature adult?"<p></p><p>Baker's Reply:</p><p>I would say for me, yes, probably. I'm not exactly sure how to answer this because it was something that just sort of fascinated me when I was younger. I remember rereading children's stories that had spanking in them. I had no idea why though. Maybe because I was a good kid and rarely was spanked. It was not my parents' go to option. A cross look or word usually did the trick for me as I hated for them to be disappointed in me. But spanking was something that took away my guilt when it happened and I definitely still associate those feelings of retribution for a wrong being righted today. </p><p>When I got older, college age and older, I did not really give it much thought. I was a busy young wife and mom and the last thing I had time for were stories about spanking. It wasn't until Hoss introduced me to Fan Fiction that I even thought about spanking in those terms again.</p><p>Hoss' reply:</p><p>Never even thought about it. My mom was one of those that took spare the rod spoil the child to heart. I knew I didn't want to be like that to my kids. It wasn't until Baker and I were having some fun one night and I popped her on the bottom a couple of times during our fun time. The look that came over her face. I could definitely tell a light bulb had just gone on. But let me back up and say that Baker and I didn't date. I courted her. Dating for the purpose of marriage. Not dating to be dating. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW6rxVxwx8Bv3Unpq8pfIiFYpaG2mcc7svrTb8ZiOZS6KxeQOBpTTBSDe6yN5JtlRIaN4YqXZHsFVJQ7Xpq8Wo55_vkYV5T3lS5-_KLAnLpXo2cqwkBkg0uU3ZNSRr7Eju3udJaMxUHVkMqtXOAuqp404MqO0S0MoGTQaZX1mPBSmaF1sKQ2ibkQIMSg/s573/questions%201.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="399" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW6rxVxwx8Bv3Unpq8pfIiFYpaG2mcc7svrTb8ZiOZS6KxeQOBpTTBSDe6yN5JtlRIaN4YqXZHsFVJQ7Xpq8Wo55_vkYV5T3lS5-_KLAnLpXo2cqwkBkg0uU3ZNSRr7Eju3udJaMxUHVkMqtXOAuqp404MqO0S0MoGTQaZX1mPBSmaF1sKQ2ibkQIMSg/s320/questions%201.png" width="223" /></a></div><p>PK's next question, "Has he ever started this part of your relationship then just seem to stop?"</p><p>Baker:</p><p>I think I will let Hoss tackle this question. But my two cents is that we stop and start alot. Well, at least since I got sick. Before then, I feel like consistency was less of an issue.</p><p>Hoss:</p><p>Dude, it starts and stops all the time. I will say that I felt like I got my voice back in our marriage when we started down this path. I want to be more consistent but it is definitely harder when I am only around her in the early morning and late evening. Plus we have 7 kids and moved one of them right out side our bedroom door. So that plays into it as well. Since Baker has been sick it has been touch and go. The normal time we did it was early morning as a reset for her day. Which she seemed to enjoy. but after Baker got sick we have noticed a brain fog we call it some mornings when she wakes up or she will get these intense head aches if she gets jostled to much. I do not want to do that to her and then leave for the day. we have tried several different approaches but I still think time is going to have to play a role in her healing</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAXkV-sQSGXONYin4k3NkUejlWwjp2rAHWWIzKfswe1lEbD-uuu0xVeDVvg14PmCb5lEcMHxjEj4Jhx4vLaZJ7RNXAnhLAkHnyhun0Tgu8YlpmsQQdloPpYd0wqUVKQHIvVZITq4R5F0DKKFyztcL8vHTPbhbroAYYJD7ers8aEU4nTYoYW3B0DSbTSg/s712/questions%204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="712" data-original-width="474" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAXkV-sQSGXONYin4k3NkUejlWwjp2rAHWWIzKfswe1lEbD-uuu0xVeDVvg14PmCb5lEcMHxjEj4Jhx4vLaZJ7RNXAnhLAkHnyhun0Tgu8YlpmsQQdloPpYd0wqUVKQHIvVZITq4R5F0DKKFyztcL8vHTPbhbroAYYJD7ers8aEU4nTYoYW3B0DSbTSg/s320/questions%204.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br />PK also asks, "Is this lifestyle something you'd ever suggest, maybe recommend to one of your kids? More to your sons? To your daughters? I mean if they ever came to you seeking marital advise, would TTWD come into your answer?<p></p><p>Baker:</p><p>I could go either way on this because it would depend on which kid and his/her spouse. I know that it would be easier if our kid came to us and said, "Hey, have you ever heard of DD or CDD, what do you know or think about it?" Rather than me seeing an issue and saying, "Hey, why don't you consider..." So, that's kind of my thoughts right now anyways. We may need to revisit this one in a few more years as our kids get older.</p><p>Hoss:</p><p>I don't know I would have to give that some thought. I don't think I would approach it unless I knew the couple and the relationship very well. I know this works for us. but I don't want to force my beliefs on anyone. I don't want to be the cause of problems in any of my children's marriages. </p><p>Okay, that took like almost two full months to answer and for that I'm truly sorry. PK, we appreciate your patience! Thanks, for letting us get to these as we could. I do hope to be back to posting more regularly soon.</p><p>--Hoss and Baker</p>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-84206635023594529602022-04-07T05:00:00.001-05:002022-04-07T05:00:00.194-05:00Question Number #2<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC4UKga1HHkcfdvcivObppBMdOv8d55nOQwStSUdAZOUOIbK9Hei-9U3Djjr3Pr6v_k0cnuFT7M45vObc-BdTkKbAXO8rjG-EtETpB6DAO_su7EsgL1uCR5oKZULVeJH9FD98zipMEfaMUiGBXew0ENYKk9XQ6y6_ctc-FTaf6sNlc4kLOe0tW7ZMwuA/s300/sorry-this-took-so-long.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="250" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC4UKga1HHkcfdvcivObppBMdOv8d55nOQwStSUdAZOUOIbK9Hei-9U3Djjr3Pr6v_k0cnuFT7M45vObc-BdTkKbAXO8rjG-EtETpB6DAO_su7EsgL1uCR5oKZULVeJH9FD98zipMEfaMUiGBXew0ENYKk9XQ6y6_ctc-FTaf6sNlc4kLOe0tW7ZMwuA/s1600/sorry-this-took-so-long.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><br />Can I just say that I am terribly sorry for taking so long to get to all of the questions asked? I am trying to keep up, but I took on a little much trying to help coach this spring and it is taking any extra time I had to post regularly. That being said we only have another three weeks left in the season and then life will calm down some. Well, it will calm down enough that posting regularly can begin again. Until then I ask you have patience as muddle through and try to put my fingers to the keyboard as often as I can. Now, onto Roz's questions.<p></p><p><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB5sKq57VhfQDIAwdUzk7cEYi6WLp7ZsBIAz93CQzY7U06pq-tXvN6TygmAckz9ESy2jWQytH_BQn-rPxbV4HqdaTMMwrCJbttemiaYRVTb_ebevrFuIPnkEc7S8dpSugJ1ypNQY8i9-JJwf6Ke5VjKb2lA2K1y8DeOUd-LSbm3GUHyQFrHrJJLNf5_w/s291/questoin%20face.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="291" data-original-width="254" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB5sKq57VhfQDIAwdUzk7cEYi6WLp7ZsBIAz93CQzY7U06pq-tXvN6TygmAckz9ESy2jWQytH_BQn-rPxbV4HqdaTMMwrCJbttemiaYRVTb_ebevrFuIPnkEc7S8dpSugJ1ypNQY8i9-JJwf6Ke5VjKb2lA2K1y8DeOUd-LSbm3GUHyQFrHrJJLNf5_w/s1600/questoin%20face.png" width="254" /></a></i></div><i><br />Hi Baker,</i><p></p><p><i>Great questions from Morningstar! I'm curious too as to how ttwd has benefited your relationship.</i></p><p><i>How do you manage to juggle life with your large brood and stay sane lol. Seriously though, how do you manage to incorporate ttwd with a house full.</i></p><p><i>Lastly, a fun, non-ttwd question. Bucket list place to visit.</i></p><p><i>Hugs</i></p><p><i>Roz</i></p><p>Now, Roz, is one of those who knows a bit more about our personal life as through the years we have exchanged emails and the like. So, I know, when I say life is crazy busy she really knows I am NOT exaggerating. I think I occasionally share with my friends my daily to do list, but I won't bore everyone with that, but I know Roz often tells me how amazed she is that we do TTWD at all. I know we manage best when Hoss is HOHing, and I am TiHing. LOL, that was fun to write! So let me see if I can sort of explain how things work around here.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU9OcsdaCIHgLtegcyUQwS_0lDTfG-DykBjrJHhBJ_v689XuSgUkHjC6-yy6EWk_HTt2M_m8a24FWU8PmyveYIkmZaicyTJsKj1XesNTPxJMcGUi-egnZD6WTJ0U1rHT7vHBPuMBEhLoL2uaTrAEdS3m8Il0eI9wziJJ4Otxgr8PM2u4ntEx4BG2KROw/s1200/family-little-bit-of-crazy-quote-vinyl-decor-wall-decal-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU9OcsdaCIHgLtegcyUQwS_0lDTfG-DykBjrJHhBJ_v689XuSgUkHjC6-yy6EWk_HTt2M_m8a24FWU8PmyveYIkmZaicyTJsKj1XesNTPxJMcGUi-egnZD6WTJ0U1rHT7vHBPuMBEhLoL2uaTrAEdS3m8Il0eI9wziJJ4Otxgr8PM2u4ntEx4BG2KROw/s320/family-little-bit-of-crazy-quote-vinyl-decor-wall-decal-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>Now, How do we juggle it all? </p><p>My Answer: We don't. I needs lots of sleep since the stroke and even to a degree before I had the stroke, so mornings depend on if my brain wakes up enough before Hoss has to leave for work. Mornings are the best time as we tend to wake up around 5 and it's rare for any of our kids to be up before 6. Hoss was just commenting the other day that we needed to find a time to reconnect. To us reconnect means some sex and some sort of spanking, but it also just mean times alone together, if that makes sense. We value these times in the whirlwind of raising kids and know that they are vital to our marriage. Also reconnecting keeps things consistent and stable and peaceful in the day to day chaos with so many people and things to manage. For us keeping God at the forefront of our marriage is our sanity.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAQflq9JMtU_glsGOfuzuGFmoU8Xz-sfZoDhHS9tZRUZHnI9cBuq5gI0rIfKXq_AxZNCLe8aUDqgS0ueK01KiQIr5aP33wGPlQsK2TaCnbggKJktPmEJUvuwFKSq-uUoTzpzIwaAIpJnap3cR1v7-Kkl1gHtVdfPe1gIahdOsX-deMtU7moxCsy5Smjw/s640/holding%20hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="640" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAQflq9JMtU_glsGOfuzuGFmoU8Xz-sfZoDhHS9tZRUZHnI9cBuq5gI0rIfKXq_AxZNCLe8aUDqgS0ueK01KiQIr5aP33wGPlQsK2TaCnbggKJktPmEJUvuwFKSq-uUoTzpzIwaAIpJnap3cR1v7-Kkl1gHtVdfPe1gIahdOsX-deMtU7moxCsy5Smjw/s320/holding%20hands.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Now spanking can be a bit of fun, but typically it is a reset or discipline. Pretty much the only way spanking can happen is the kids need to be in another part of the house or sleeping or gone. Rarely, and I mean rarely, do we have the house to ourselves so the other two situations apply most often. Hoss also tends to play the news as an additional background noise to block out any adverse sounds. We still use Bertha if the kids are sleeping, but during the day it just depends. I hate quiet implements like Loopy or a plastic hanger, but they do work when Hoss needs to get his point across and there is no other alternative available that would keep things relatively quiet. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj14jdPme9CYUVHiwBcg2hvZ7zPePwXxoLi2TrBZnf22J7fLcKWLP5bhCByU29ZBgbPoO4P-H8NlZitSrWJnpspRGGZ0DQe3bIK2bsNq2IB0vIYbg2nF33KwQf76MjkS6m398uhAG1ugoKtjxX5O4YoiB0CBiuyeIrxj6TM5xOv0r6KKw6YA1ipIuecw/s474/love%20and%20respect.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="474" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj14jdPme9CYUVHiwBcg2hvZ7zPePwXxoLi2TrBZnf22J7fLcKWLP5bhCByU29ZBgbPoO4P-H8NlZitSrWJnpspRGGZ0DQe3bIK2bsNq2IB0vIYbg2nF33KwQf76MjkS6m398uhAG1ugoKtjxX5O4YoiB0CBiuyeIrxj6TM5xOv0r6KKw6YA1ipIuecw/s320/love%20and%20respect.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />But TTWD, DD, etc. is not just about spanking or having a better sex life. It's about showing mutual love and respect to one another. We live that right out in front of everyone. Our kids know that Hoss is in charge, and I am second in command. We live our lives with God at the head, so for us it's Biblical truths that we try to live out in front of our family. We want them to understand that God is the one we follow our example from and run our home accordingly. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGF1BJp31frUKl_GcSwg0Hx0VgtsQ_zGmBTwwS73jq1ztsNdy6r1PRgKDVJyai6Dp8NaLZ9WWsOw7pCdNMH3ZtwX99OinqXHTm7VA8_N7Yz_Jgh1LQSRSg0zIuMfK_7elSCiGKeV4vTjK_oCxvOUum9md3sCnhD7lff-LO3Yw6fwanEd7j3WqTwoTC5A/s635/LeadTheWay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="256" data-original-width="635" height="129" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGF1BJp31frUKl_GcSwg0Hx0VgtsQ_zGmBTwwS73jq1ztsNdy6r1PRgKDVJyai6Dp8NaLZ9WWsOw7pCdNMH3ZtwX99OinqXHTm7VA8_N7Yz_Jgh1LQSRSg0zIuMfK_7elSCiGKeV4vTjK_oCxvOUum9md3sCnhD7lff-LO3Yw6fwanEd7j3WqTwoTC5A/s320/LeadTheWay.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />I submit and Hoss leads. Is that consensual? Yes. We both want it this way and before when we were "doing it the way the world suggests" we were utterly failing in so many ways. Hoss often says that this relationship gave him his voice back. I equate that to saying it gave him his manhood back. I was slowly stripping away the way he saw himself by my own attitude and disrespect for him. That was not right and I definitely regret how I treated him early on in our marriage. The peace we have now, makes the sacrifices well worth it. I will add here that we have to work hard to keep things consistent. We are BUSY and as I've heard recently, whatever is important to you, you'll make time to make it a priority. Hoss and our marriage is a priority in our home. <p></p><p>Now, on to a less serious topic and gets me of my personal soapbox. </p><p>Bucket list place to visit?</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisHBvYabJLVolmSS5snFN45zxTO_4YQupTSUD50Lx5xpoCLGXqQPyFFCc5JG3JcGc186xhu_PAzygpkayV41PXajr_i87hmcpRpOr8pGdg8u6y7RL57UzAlCINEixv16zuvXhD8uMa2Jh7O8DecptXoF3gbQ3s0JkDCgxAj5l8-8ANhAgr4fdU0ZLCXA/s1138/australia-new-zealand-flags.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1138" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisHBvYabJLVolmSS5snFN45zxTO_4YQupTSUD50Lx5xpoCLGXqQPyFFCc5JG3JcGc186xhu_PAzygpkayV41PXajr_i87hmcpRpOr8pGdg8u6y7RL57UzAlCINEixv16zuvXhD8uMa2Jh7O8DecptXoF3gbQ3s0JkDCgxAj5l8-8ANhAgr4fdU0ZLCXA/s320/australia-new-zealand-flags.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Ah, my friend, I want to visit you and Lindy of course down under! Also, Alaska. Hoss and I both love snow and mountains. <p></p><p>Okay, here's to hoping I get to PK's questions for Monday's post!</p><p>Have a great rest of your week and weekend!</p><p>--Hoss and Baker</p>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-33846213972797137982022-03-28T08:14:00.000-05:002022-03-28T08:14:27.454-05:00Answering A Question....<p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgewJFGgwG7Lbcbd4UqHN1AozBbJ8iqfeFsGKJzCqymYJx4aTVDMX75bm5bI_MbLPX3i5staSZp2Q03m6yjD1yNaAon356IbB_rw4_SYtWirAjec1sHB2I1bIy3gNh7KMl_kmHx0mmfukOSK9gfGZ2EUI1PLs6XJJznjJy9l5k8KLlcyzaNKcBRGd3X-Q/s480/angel.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="319" data-original-width="480" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgewJFGgwG7Lbcbd4UqHN1AozBbJ8iqfeFsGKJzCqymYJx4aTVDMX75bm5bI_MbLPX3i5staSZp2Q03m6yjD1yNaAon356IbB_rw4_SYtWirAjec1sHB2I1bIy3gNh7KMl_kmHx0mmfukOSK9gfGZ2EUI1PLs6XJJznjJy9l5k8KLlcyzaNKcBRGd3X-Q/s320/angel.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />At the beginning of March I asked my readers what kind of questions they may have for Hoss and me. We are finally back in town, settled back in, and finally (I Feel) back to a semi-normal schedule/routine of life. So I am tackling Morningstar's Question first and hopefully I will get to PK and Roz's questions as well this week. Please bear with me as March has been extremely busy and getting time to post has been significantly hard. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRjeCTPj8Rm-DpkqykuyLLjrBP9GtlCCXUBE-yZcGM-dRdtnnMBbAh83xQs2Zb0G-YM3yq0tLZKMDQZiQc3C90XmTu7njmnE5VUMRhoAHxBT8nJf9RdySTniv_mr_3z3bhgTKUF1cT9YmQQ6uydRqEPgfp7nGQykD60o2rJ8cX8gu7Kk0O10hrYmMisw/s1200/questions.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="676" data-original-width="1200" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRjeCTPj8Rm-DpkqykuyLLjrBP9GtlCCXUBE-yZcGM-dRdtnnMBbAh83xQs2Zb0G-YM3yq0tLZKMDQZiQc3C90XmTu7njmnE5VUMRhoAHxBT8nJf9RdySTniv_mr_3z3bhgTKUF1cT9YmQQ6uydRqEPgfp7nGQykD60o2rJ8cX8gu7Kk0O10hrYmMisw/s320/questions.webp" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">So Morningstar's question is listed below:</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">I have a couple of questions for you :) (forgive me if you have already answered it a million times - I'm pleading moving brain - can't remember anything!!)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">How did you both decide to do TTWD - specifically TH? AND in what ways has it improved your relationship/marriage? Is it possible that your relationship would have improved regardless of TH - just a natural evolving ???</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmlG4SavxKSWZy8Rq0SFjnM5ORrY82j6Ad1QBwoADiHGHkh_P7rRcYHxhbHTjqpu0WsiExzCaSOINCaHFjaY2f_YOvg6Ql7xgGDAYEibkFo7bZoskN0nNUCEuhp3-RlqLSZx_lykIjcKzx0G_FM8YZbwYT38865Nt9V8lTmK1BdVKfkYI4Zv4dYoV1Gw/s1255/couch-mug-book-glasses-istock-wernerimages.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="836" data-original-width="1255" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmlG4SavxKSWZy8Rq0SFjnM5ORrY82j6Ad1QBwoADiHGHkh_P7rRcYHxhbHTjqpu0WsiExzCaSOINCaHFjaY2f_YOvg6Ql7xgGDAYEibkFo7bZoskN0nNUCEuhp3-RlqLSZx_lykIjcKzx0G_FM8YZbwYT38865Nt9V8lTmK1BdVKfkYI4Zv4dYoV1Gw/s320/couch-mug-book-glasses-istock-wernerimages.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />Our Answers:</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Let's get comfortable, shall we? It's a bit of a story. I had no idea TTWD was even a thing until I read fanfiction. I know, crazy, right? I mean what rock had we been hiding under. I was shocked when in the story I was reading the man turned his wife over his knee for a little discipline. It just felt so right to me. Like a novel concept that I was some how missing. Was this how marriage should look? It took months for me to begin discussing it with Hoss. I had to mull that concept around for quite a bit. I knew it had been taught in our church that a man was head of the home, but in reality our home was not that way. I was so relieved that Hoss didn't think I was insane for wanting to change the dynamic to him in charge AND add spanking into our lives. We did a bit of sexy spanking at first and sometime around (I'm not for certain) our anniversary a few months later I'd asked him to discipline me for things I was struggling with at the time. The rest shall we say is history.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjITmAT_8foVpLxCkKOGYdlbXEzW9BzUQFIr8VIe5POwE5ILWocMmK5jkrSqT36dPgCEIPQRlnH2m9nscnindtrxdd1kjeXwTgM_8NZjcyXFmydZ3O90-C4Ui-JGzaePWm27MFUyy_fzTRnyVMwWFish09odsFagjNCvpWPytspgLggqCpOp62N-eEy5w/s560/lets-be-honest.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="560" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjITmAT_8foVpLxCkKOGYdlbXEzW9BzUQFIr8VIe5POwE5ILWocMmK5jkrSqT36dPgCEIPQRlnH2m9nscnindtrxdd1kjeXwTgM_8NZjcyXFmydZ3O90-C4Ui-JGzaePWm27MFUyy_fzTRnyVMwWFish09odsFagjNCvpWPytspgLggqCpOp62N-eEy5w/s320/lets-be-honest.png" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">So I will be honest, I think we were at a point in our relationship we had grown apart to some degree. I wouldn't say our marriage was falling apart as much as we were struggling to find time or ways to connect with such a busy household. I was running the show and hating it. Our communication with one another was broken down. So to say that TTWD definitely was and still is a tool we use in our marriage to stay balanced, is an understatement. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Hoss definitely feels best when he in the HOH mode. I am calmer and happier as well when I feel him in charge. I do like to challenged things. I would have thought after all these years I would no longer feel the need to challenge things, but I do. I really think if we had began our marriage with TTWD we would have had less challenges. Things always go smoother when I back up and obey or submit. The peace in our home is almost something I can reach out and touch at that point.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbpxYw_EZfryvi2h9jACCmbh5bSjjDgZVFl0tYv-3an1SjAqBKTMZTOtK5ZtX30qR0v_ClTdA3k7Ss7yrGO-tJA1HTNIBpfxCYHBhx3Uo1nOE4ALSE-wSV75v1KIx9nSeA2jMUEqYC7NA4HeOXQRFyJcwFMXRN7T0ACUMNbNTpC3cPBjFmmOBOivdS2A/s394/just-because-im-a-gentleman-doesnt-mean-i-wont-spank-you.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="394" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbpxYw_EZfryvi2h9jACCmbh5bSjjDgZVFl0tYv-3an1SjAqBKTMZTOtK5ZtX30qR0v_ClTdA3k7Ss7yrGO-tJA1HTNIBpfxCYHBhx3Uo1nOE4ALSE-wSV75v1KIx9nSeA2jMUEqYC7NA4HeOXQRFyJcwFMXRN7T0ACUMNbNTpC3cPBjFmmOBOivdS2A/s320/just-because-im-a-gentleman-doesnt-mean-i-wont-spank-you.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Hoss' answer: "At that point in our marriage I had really felt like I had lost my voice in the decisions we made. I would suggest stuff just to have it fall on deaf ears and the fact that we would finally do it the way I suggested in the first place it worked out. I feel I got my voice back in the marriage and it also helped me to want to contribute more as I knew my voice would be heard." (It is so hard for me to hear his words, because I know what he says to be true.)<div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1LVSNd4JIPzppyzK34cvSi4vALJFArOUAkse2MQfRqDPrRNSwovRo8BbM8R97lNA99D3UlDqGv3aEv6-o1hkRd2wuL3rpC6pclAej6vlT8d-7ymwUEldagJnkfoAH4L7yjZwL52FdQHbLxWi4-4k6kBcjuLHD7xaYZ-tajguqYtwVSUnGc5VJBNxJCg/s3840/this%20thing%20we%20do.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="3840" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1LVSNd4JIPzppyzK34cvSi4vALJFArOUAkse2MQfRqDPrRNSwovRo8BbM8R97lNA99D3UlDqGv3aEv6-o1hkRd2wuL3rpC6pclAej6vlT8d-7ymwUEldagJnkfoAH4L7yjZwL52FdQHbLxWi4-4k6kBcjuLHD7xaYZ-tajguqYtwVSUnGc5VJBNxJCg/s320/this%20thing%20we%20do.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Would we have become closer had we not done TTWD? Hmmm....I believe probably not until all the kids had grown up and left. We found something that works 14 years into our marriage. It definitely is a tool we use regularly. It suits us so to speak. Even if Bertha and Hoss' other friends (implements) are a little too talkative some days.<p></p><p>I hope that answers Morningstar's question. If I confused anyone feel free to ask for clarification. Communication is key!</p><p>That wasn't near as long as I thought. Refill that cup of whatever you're drinking and go visit some of our friends in blogland. And comment, it makes our day when someone says hi!</p><p>--Baker</p></div>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-39195988481672931072022-03-21T21:52:00.000-05:002022-03-21T21:52:10.045-05:00You All Remember, Bertha?<p><span style="font-family: georgia;">We are back from vacation. Before we left our technology issues are finally in check. New router thingy has been installed. I have spent the last several trying to catch up on computer stuff and just general household stuff. I am thankful that the router thingy was our only issue. So I am back ready to do a couple of posts for you prior to us leaving on vacation. My goal is to write a few posts that you can read while we are away, but please do not hold me to that. Life is a bit too unpredictable right now for me to make any promises.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjaKHpM8IFpJQBMYB5EV_kWpRg-Yfj_9ky_n9itcxD3Fz2qes8W9Lro_UzpAycV0Kdr7sl9XDaeOx36K3RyZvPpxuPBr__HPHPZ2bndNcBopv8WLe-rNbM5ohxuNGBHIzb9dbnKNxJTgzDkMzkvWLIOxbkZrx1H9aj96BCc23OBAuATNMUlGCPrdE3ixA=s635" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="256" data-original-width="635" height="129" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjaKHpM8IFpJQBMYB5EV_kWpRg-Yfj_9ky_n9itcxD3Fz2qes8W9Lro_UzpAycV0Kdr7sl9XDaeOx36K3RyZvPpxuPBr__HPHPZ2bndNcBopv8WLe-rNbM5ohxuNGBHIzb9dbnKNxJTgzDkMzkvWLIOxbkZrx1H9aj96BCc23OBAuATNMUlGCPrdE3ixA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">So Hoss and I spent some time talking the other morning. He and I discussed how things had been lacking a bit, what with the busyness of life and all. So back to early morning maintenance. Do you hear the excitement in my voice, folks? Really, I knew we needed this. The consistency. The connection time. That is not sarcasm either. I was fine with it. Up until Hoss mentioned Bertha and I wanted to make a beeline for the nearest exit. I'd have made a run for it, but I don't believe in running unless something is chasing me, so there's that!</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjBFvndfEYzJWwoVpCSgcISbhzm_5t_k2qjogTEttM1htGkvyPi6JEXLlpQzUxFsQUfENsu85-B_zOevyaKq_4j_b99t32Qi7uaa2vFqHK35eBGkyDX_oz8LBL_o-tYJ9z-uS8YAnTR8TZ0XDMKnMnd441ggjK4u2ujDuQ1zVehs9NWnrSRvxVQRoB8cA=s1080" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="700" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjBFvndfEYzJWwoVpCSgcISbhzm_5t_k2qjogTEttM1htGkvyPi6JEXLlpQzUxFsQUfENsu85-B_zOevyaKq_4j_b99t32Qi7uaa2vFqHK35eBGkyDX_oz8LBL_o-tYJ9z-uS8YAnTR8TZ0XDMKnMnd441ggjK4u2ujDuQ1zVehs9NWnrSRvxVQRoB8cA=s320" width="207" /></a></div><br />Actually, Hoss is just a smart man. He knows what I need and when, most of the time, before I do. So Bertha came out. For those of you who are unaware who or rather what Bertha is let me explain. Bertha is a wood bath brush. So bigger than a wooden hair brush. More vicious. A bit more of the swing-ability factor. But alas, Hoss and Bertha are great friends. I, on the other hand, believe she's my second greatest nemesis second only to Loopy (we won't even go there, but her name is very accurate). The thing with Bertha is, I'm sad to admit this, she works. Like the release I get with Bertha, I do not get with other implements. Trust me, we've tried many lighter, easier, gentler implements. We've tried a few harder implements like a cheese board. Nothing works like Bertha.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEitQJmlgp7ga6mEl9t920MZiZm3B89ZXQbVJwGObB2tIwGg__HAogjx-VsiSpNrial0_LWdbXkkOM-uknEit0ZituHK_-OoeDRL-LdyIwjO3k18O4vo5ilD1OM7wQ8JamEnzc-waEqqLJmIfm4YZtQIlfAlf5ju5k5jSmleUckcSa9wCDUW-3j2EWIuzA=s800" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEitQJmlgp7ga6mEl9t920MZiZm3B89ZXQbVJwGObB2tIwGg__HAogjx-VsiSpNrial0_LWdbXkkOM-uknEit0ZituHK_-OoeDRL-LdyIwjO3k18O4vo5ilD1OM7wQ8JamEnzc-waEqqLJmIfm4YZtQIlfAlf5ju5k5jSmleUckcSa9wCDUW-3j2EWIuzA=s320" width="320" /></a></div>So Bertha was applied. Hoss made his point. And for now the daily maintenance will resume until Hoss decides otherwise. So I am thankful that my sweet Hoss loves me enough to always meet my needs and help keep me even keeled. But I'm also looking for someone willing to take Bertha out to a "brush" pile somewhere....any takers?<p></p><p>--Baker<br /></p>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-74143741724793047672022-03-08T06:30:00.000-06:002022-03-08T06:30:04.415-06:00A Vacationing We Will Go!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiWO6tIkBcdGFA6zE6lHd2VhMqJYqLwbxLJ2CwRErqx1uiwFlRy9Bzcbh45Mbdb9GtNbq7gemLmyvSPVaD1wxPNfPqpbtT45W19KiA5SrEnyifZlSLkjOiL6QGWHXW-yGeE9lC0TEqje6BhXCAJelpV5PX0XgBWoQUZ4sKkWwTQLxbOm0V0uRrosBlIeQ=s474" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="474" data-original-width="474" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiWO6tIkBcdGFA6zE6lHd2VhMqJYqLwbxLJ2CwRErqx1uiwFlRy9Bzcbh45Mbdb9GtNbq7gemLmyvSPVaD1wxPNfPqpbtT45W19KiA5SrEnyifZlSLkjOiL6QGWHXW-yGeE9lC0TEqje6BhXCAJelpV5PX0XgBWoQUZ4sKkWwTQLxbOm0V0uRrosBlIeQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br />Sorry about not posting yesterday. We are packing. We are finally going to get a vacation in since Covid and me getting sick. I am mostly better which is so nice to say. We have a really fun time planned for us and the kids. I was not organized enough to have posts set to go up while we are gone, so just plan on seeing us back together with you on Monday the 21st! Until then, be good. We'll miss you! And if you would like to ask questions for March I plan to answer those in a few posts when I get back.<div>--Baker</div>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-84847643155959903092022-03-03T06:16:00.002-06:002022-03-03T06:16:40.027-06:00Questions, Anyone?<p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbQn1cgmIqNeEQLSF7ZC93i8X67R-0zvnKXhUbjbWuK9YpoZwaJUQmcGAQ0GMKSxOjAQw_n14HQ9BClU4rL4LPou1dY6yeZJv91IaXhYgsdMCU69EMutlzt6v71NP_ULzjcj8aQucvlin5qY22nbfLpUprgcUgaU7SAYI8BH_bYzv1g9A_4BnkWsPAog=s886" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="886" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbQn1cgmIqNeEQLSF7ZC93i8X67R-0zvnKXhUbjbWuK9YpoZwaJUQmcGAQ0GMKSxOjAQw_n14HQ9BClU4rL4LPou1dY6yeZJv91IaXhYgsdMCU69EMutlzt6v71NP_ULzjcj8aQucvlin5qY22nbfLpUprgcUgaU7SAYI8BH_bYzv1g9A_4BnkWsPAog=s320" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />I know that many of you, if not all, have questions about TTWD. I know I did when I first began being a taken in hand wife I wanted to know about the bloggers that I read. I wanted to know how and why they wanted to be a TIH wife. I wanted to know who they were in real life. Not names necessarily, but the type of women that wanted this. Those that their husbands choose this for their marriage, how did they feel about this new and sometimes exciting aspect of their marriage? I just wanted to know, you know? </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg41DGLAj1TXrBnJTBY9rVAz5F_kSVRrUgGz86Z6_aermOu4Az3JlYKqdDdYw1HegHxCnY9kj_ccFPcwzAR1tY21-f8gor7hlJn5CM2d-z1i9dA3FtrKrMxivZcYO8jFpXKiz5rALK20WgMiqWBxtvfWL_hWj6y2xkOxj8KC1fRr0Ot-4v9uPvQN5V73Q=s705" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="705" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg41DGLAj1TXrBnJTBY9rVAz5F_kSVRrUgGz86Z6_aermOu4Az3JlYKqdDdYw1HegHxCnY9kj_ccFPcwzAR1tY21-f8gor7hlJn5CM2d-z1i9dA3FtrKrMxivZcYO8jFpXKiz5rALK20WgMiqWBxtvfWL_hWj6y2xkOxj8KC1fRr0Ot-4v9uPvQN5V73Q=s320" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />Traditionally, as in the past, March was held as a Q & A month here in blogland. I would love it if our readers, our blogging friends too, could take the time to ask Hoss and I a few questions. So lay them on us! You can ask one question or multiple. It's really up to you. If I feel I cannot answer the question, I'll let you know why. So here's your opportunity, think of some good ones. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Otherwise enjoy your Thursday! Have a blessed day!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">--Baker</span></p>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-31566446747505651022022-02-22T06:35:00.001-06:002022-02-22T06:35:50.613-06:00Techy Issues<span style="font-family: georgia;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdoHYf821W2Ll_jIJHoR0LZmO_nMBbt0WhZGOQI1HR9OMCmadd_xFJV1Kz6J9K35BUFqiW9V1oF7MOgtHtCiX2lLY_8-C5lvI2yYaoMvPir9UUZ_379gwEuiaAhbFBol_PzJ8RoYepiMtgRMjO0lGOCL0r5rKkUQ9aReYyybMUhkoSQfuh3lpgxu8nXA=s1095" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1095" data-original-width="815" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdoHYf821W2Ll_jIJHoR0LZmO_nMBbt0WhZGOQI1HR9OMCmadd_xFJV1Kz6J9K35BUFqiW9V1oF7MOgtHtCiX2lLY_8-C5lvI2yYaoMvPir9UUZ_379gwEuiaAhbFBol_PzJ8RoYepiMtgRMjO0lGOCL0r5rKkUQ9aReYyybMUhkoSQfuh3lpgxu8nXA=s320" width="238" /></a></div><br />I'm so sorry I've been MIA. Best laid intentions do not always line up with our real world life getting in the way. A week ago today our WIFI router thingy went caput. I wish I understood why it died like it did, but alias I really don't care. It's just frustrating me to not have regular internet access. We should be back up and running by Friday or Saturday at the latest. I apologize for not fixing it sooner, but hey, we're really enjoying the lack of technology over here (snort). Okay, I am. The kids, not so much. </span><span style="text-align: left;">So I will be back as soon as a new router is purchased and until then BEHAVE! BE GOOD! and really folks, get off your phones and enjoy life!</span></div></span><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">--Baker</span></div></div>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-51551932330966072892022-02-14T22:14:00.000-06:002022-02-14T22:14:17.105-06:00My 150th Post<p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiN0SkqFJZE9g0MprL7gi-gkHcw0N7lr9upiguTpAvot1_9cgAzIoaDufc_qjMXGoetXlDIoBaSmIccPZzRT4h-fthUii_fa0xu83SrhHeI6GrACpmmNJt_LpwbnM3eD8kmIqPxr77K0qnDyFdACoRob6AkFDuUu9UrMGDAnrg5QAwcZkqEVNLeyUh8Dg=s700" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="171" data-original-width="700" height="78" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiN0SkqFJZE9g0MprL7gi-gkHcw0N7lr9upiguTpAvot1_9cgAzIoaDufc_qjMXGoetXlDIoBaSmIccPZzRT4h-fthUii_fa0xu83SrhHeI6GrACpmmNJt_LpwbnM3eD8kmIqPxr77K0qnDyFdACoRob6AkFDuUu9UrMGDAnrg5QAwcZkqEVNLeyUh8Dg=s320" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />Oh, my word, folks, can you believe I finally...after all these years... achieved 150 posts? I have attempted to get there for over five years and we're finally there. Thank you all for reading. I appreciate the friendships that have evolved from this little piece of blogland. I appreciate the support and kind comments. Let's try for more posts, shall we? You keep reading and I will do my best to keep writing. Thanks!</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">--Baker</span></p>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-1293355119169905252022-02-10T05:00:00.001-06:002022-02-10T05:00:00.185-06:00Learning This Lifestyle With Grace<p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjTRaN9w8rFZSDP0tVTXCyLK_gMSMzmIlzU8nYg1_Wixwc6IHYvnu6_NvYTJmE23Ao8TG7Oo7odOBxPDGtxrMe82BzPu4yXtb40QxC6v6bajPzNc8TzwvcWwwSw-QVeIf3kHatV9FTWNnBJ_KjFQEbf-pMZC1mOYBEsvIw0cFDpG4GaDasWJunBKnMCpg=s1023" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="744" data-original-width="1023" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjTRaN9w8rFZSDP0tVTXCyLK_gMSMzmIlzU8nYg1_Wixwc6IHYvnu6_NvYTJmE23Ao8TG7Oo7odOBxPDGtxrMe82BzPu4yXtb40QxC6v6bajPzNc8TzwvcWwwSw-QVeIf3kHatV9FTWNnBJ_KjFQEbf-pMZC1mOYBEsvIw0cFDpG4GaDasWJunBKnMCpg=w275-h200" width="275" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">When Hoss and I began this whole spanking lifestyle I did my best to research all I could. I was scared, excited, intrigued, fascinated and so much more. Seriously, a myriad of emotions and thoughts swirled through my head as we looked forward to this next new phase and tool in our relationship. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTsUDBmb1f6XBTcTB4ySJcoXcA91cq_O0184OPiLWrML_3N2Ik9u61wfbEVxUN-QH2DmokDxftJNxO3btrvuUJLuLJe_F_QpPwofnu10dYVOnbea-TQWbikvmZW0hEx9GggGjTWyGz3V6T2kT6Bnss6MaRV25ZUETIoMHbq6l6AaigLEsRXtVgGcGgpA=s886" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="886" height="159" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTsUDBmb1f6XBTcTB4ySJcoXcA91cq_O0184OPiLWrML_3N2Ik9u61wfbEVxUN-QH2DmokDxftJNxO3btrvuUJLuLJe_F_QpPwofnu10dYVOnbea-TQWbikvmZW0hEx9GggGjTWyGz3V6T2kT6Bnss6MaRV25ZUETIoMHbq6l6AaigLEsRXtVgGcGgpA=w280-h159" width="280" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />I asked a lot of questions of other bloggers and read and read and read. I found a few that were willing to take me under their wings and share and encourage. Some were amazing and we are still friends today. Others were good for a time, but have fallen away due to lack of similar backgrounds or interests. It's all good. I learned from all that I came into contact with and appreciated everyone who took the time to email me and share their history. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGIbJLXDRnS38bPGeH29EIQXMJzJzie5M_EEDp2ACkBkX0IflShS-CwfzyGlHJs7J6gaEQm-0qSO4lyoT6_IL_sC-U6KrIB5lb9MNtOTa54xYECUUi9t2yslr93tR_4zq-XvHmzM0DX0w1VhDG4otyMRfg3AYxmLGIep5Ttjp2nTIWQ-WdNj3lPRBV3g=s640" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="640" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGIbJLXDRnS38bPGeH29EIQXMJzJzie5M_EEDp2ACkBkX0IflShS-CwfzyGlHJs7J6gaEQm-0qSO4lyoT6_IL_sC-U6KrIB5lb9MNtOTa54xYECUUi9t2yslr93tR_4zq-XvHmzM0DX0w1VhDG4otyMRfg3AYxmLGIep5Ttjp2nTIWQ-WdNj3lPRBV3g=w299-h200" width="299" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Now, it's my turn. Mid-December, Aron, from <a href="https://spankingyourwife.wordpress.com/blog-2/" target="_blank">https://spankingyourwife.wordpress.com/blog-2/</a>, referred a young wife named, Grace, to me. We have been communicating for about six weeks. It's been the reason I began blogging again. Grace is a fairly new wife (married about a year and a half) who just recently (approximately two months ago) became a TIH. So Grace brought me back here to the land because she needed something that many veteran TIH wives were to me. A teacher, a mentor and most importantly a friend. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj3c5kemLWEWSpaz6c7YGngcZ7hqP1nM12zIBsb7HXviyE5PdEPyR8jO_DA0bUpXrGbTSUQQUYqgTDo_XoMzlLHDaaVp01xvEgV2AJ5K1iiThRRqcE_P7DZXtifePtz09YZIJ3HP-TtXyvgi2v8-K_RNYtOx9Zf9c_twc0epulOt5-7J6LXqHzILNwFfg=s474" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="347" data-original-width="474" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj3c5kemLWEWSpaz6c7YGngcZ7hqP1nM12zIBsb7HXviyE5PdEPyR8jO_DA0bUpXrGbTSUQQUYqgTDo_XoMzlLHDaaVp01xvEgV2AJ5K1iiThRRqcE_P7DZXtifePtz09YZIJ3HP-TtXyvgi2v8-K_RNYtOx9Zf9c_twc0epulOt5-7J6LXqHzILNwFfg=w303-h221" width="303" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Grace has taught me a few really important things and reminded me of other things that I had forgotten. Important things like:</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">1. Learning to submit is hard. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">2. L</span><span style="font-family: georgia;">earning to let all those walls down is hard.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">3. Allowing your husband to lead and to completely trust him is hard.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">4. Understanding that it's okay to cry it out is hard.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">5. Knowing you will be confused and hurt one minute and putty in his hand is hard.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">6. Figuring out that you will sometimes, if not always, desire intimacy afterwards is hard.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">7. That everyone and I mean everyone does this differently is hard. (Partly because we all wish there was some sort of formula involved to show us, and our HOH, how this is done!)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi16cgXm0kbHQvZUEHawzVQZpvv_c-6tSy0Ms3WXoWEdNROiyvdCjkiTu3HiBWSQJOJe5_8W3ck6ObzZQeND177L68R_ZioFaUktN13-wKsbkbk5kxsnsJkcoi64FBlK7JWJpK5-FphpjSigiKWldO4VIFwT91gzkip8dh_yUCZ9d5BsCgvIn-qPrE-Hg=s1125" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1125" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi16cgXm0kbHQvZUEHawzVQZpvv_c-6tSy0Ms3WXoWEdNROiyvdCjkiTu3HiBWSQJOJe5_8W3ck6ObzZQeND177L68R_ZioFaUktN13-wKsbkbk5kxsnsJkcoi64FBlK7JWJpK5-FphpjSigiKWldO4VIFwT91gzkip8dh_yUCZ9d5BsCgvIn-qPrE-Hg=w254-h254" width="254" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">So, with Grace's permission, I will share a few of her thoughts with me that I found particularly poignant to me. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">This statement was in regards to her struggles with how a discussion with her husband made her feel.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Probably a mix of feeling respected and feeling humbled and annoyed I need to be humbled."</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">I think all of us can relate to the feeling the need to be humbled and annoyed that we are being humbled because I know it,' something I occasionally still struggle with. I'm an adult and being reminded to obey or submit is hard to work through.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFpgIdDDyG30_bmXA_-xMORkkgCl8g3PG0030par6vZJDHnKWvb7PHpYqAWz83XqEHABtG4B1-BCuXgah1gRJwmIqaJe0OaEcurSOoTXWciTUoFe1HU7itd7NNeqagw5xNB-usm8kUY7vmHb1BgrZOAz1QD_p2BrDim7t6zD09KoZojznXpFjnQk0edA=s630" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="630" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFpgIdDDyG30_bmXA_-xMORkkgCl8g3PG0030par6vZJDHnKWvb7PHpYqAWz83XqEHABtG4B1-BCuXgah1gRJwmIqaJe0OaEcurSOoTXWciTUoFe1HU7itd7NNeqagw5xNB-usm8kUY7vmHb1BgrZOAz1QD_p2BrDim7t6zD09KoZojznXpFjnQk0edA=w289-h289" width="289" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />When Grace and I were discussing aspects of why we are disciplined this was another keen observation that struck me as something that I still find hard to work through even today (especially if I'm in a particularly stubborn mood.).</span><p></p><p><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"I don't struggle with sass a lot but I certainly felt like it today! I'm still in the choose to not hold grudging stage. So it was tempting."</span></i></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Now, we all know I'm not suggesting that I do not struggle with sass, but I do struggle with the whether or not to hold a grudge. It can be so tempting. That's the part that was hard for me to accept in the early years, but I definitely feel that is something that comes along as we grow in our relationships.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgj2Ggy-yktoMOEvKaBFigF4Zv7MeeonB-kxwbyMERfqkqt16OQ5uJlnNntT8gZH_XfgN6ZJxGCy731tr1YEfXCUES0ujTQfh8uB1XRoLkhZjxs0L9Cgo6TB5eizbnQlRVA-FbGcIWutiqszL3FLy9hVqPrrnd-bTZCJsfh0vv0MLUQ44t6eF3wEKznGg=s570" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="428" data-original-width="570" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgj2Ggy-yktoMOEvKaBFigF4Zv7MeeonB-kxwbyMERfqkqt16OQ5uJlnNntT8gZH_XfgN6ZJxGCy731tr1YEfXCUES0ujTQfh8uB1XRoLkhZjxs0L9Cgo6TB5eizbnQlRVA-FbGcIWutiqszL3FLy9hVqPrrnd-bTZCJsfh0vv0MLUQ44t6eF3wEKznGg=w291-h218" width="291" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Finally, another goody is this comment Grace made to me after reading my post on entitled Obey, "<i>I also liked your blog post about obey. For me it's not so much a word as it is when my husband tell me I need to say yes sir loud enough so he can hear me clearly. It's gotten better a pretty serious 'talk'. I think it probably just brings up everything that wasn't dealt with when I was a teenager. Because I feel like every teenager when he says that. My poor husband!"<br /></i></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">I will say our men can be extremely patient with us, can they not? I mean how often do we need to say, "Yes, Sir," and mean it or not just whisper it or whatever it is he requires. Oh, there are times it takes me back to being not just a teenager, but a little girl and feeling all big and grown up until the hammer falls and my butt was roasted. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEkkghIOiUQD9SNaEnf4tgzQs9_VAMyldoxwrW0JuLrVABtBUfE_w79hrjFEZeewLMN22bzB5xONQeAROzqOOGubFwHUVL_0rwP_aTtgOjoXipN_IxRHLRksb8880tKGfJXtP5sZMAYGacaE4xDocnfinUVUkLLbAjFTP-CKvZSxnik0UFrwZiHMj1mQ=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="781" data-original-width="1024" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEkkghIOiUQD9SNaEnf4tgzQs9_VAMyldoxwrW0JuLrVABtBUfE_w79hrjFEZeewLMN22bzB5xONQeAROzqOOGubFwHUVL_0rwP_aTtgOjoXipN_IxRHLRksb8880tKGfJXtP5sZMAYGacaE4xDocnfinUVUkLLbAjFTP-CKvZSxnik0UFrwZiHMj1mQ=w283-h215" width="283" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />I feel Grace and I are hitting it off well. She is teaching me as well as I am teaching her. I think we are learning from one another as we both grow in our relationships with our husbands as well as one another. I really encourage those of you out there who do not have a mentor or a TIH friend to confide in, that you get one. I'm available too if you need an ear to listen to or a shoulder to cry on. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhd4c4Q8cByqZ4OJ463uvlIwXRP8Zx62tGe_yT7HibUpDdWk2r1CUqiF3T7UaPjslUqKyeep4JEay-pIwVu2N7itgYzLbhlUfZzWmnRSOKN-Sv3qZLI4sG_f-quM5A7jlYQOCNnj_vJYuGeftyMUYs2WFMsrXSSDTXwPtKsdvqbCtvUBPvk4Xhdj2e4bA=s736" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="736" data-original-width="736" height="287" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhd4c4Q8cByqZ4OJ463uvlIwXRP8Zx62tGe_yT7HibUpDdWk2r1CUqiF3T7UaPjslUqKyeep4JEay-pIwVu2N7itgYzLbhlUfZzWmnRSOKN-Sv3qZLI4sG_f-quM5A7jlYQOCNnj_vJYuGeftyMUYs2WFMsrXSSDTXwPtKsdvqbCtvUBPvk4Xhdj2e4bA=w287-h287" width="287" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />I love that I have had and still have ladies who mentor me and really build me up as I walk this lifestyle with my Hoss. I always gain so much insight when I pick their brains. I am hoping I am doing as well for Grace as those precious ladies have done for me. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">--Baker</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i> </i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><br /></i></span></p>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-27871656055039399962022-02-07T22:00:00.000-06:002022-02-07T22:00:00.807-06:00Am I A Wimp?<p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqubAhlve883N8lYaN41JEYZgh3sM_U3hMBcqdNAG25vERNXm8XEiVqLrpnHPkp7Er1sB8iUGPmKtOGlT5K2GO82mIgkSEeajd8IyPB73Brt_YxVC8_6gUX3Ndzo7zldY52fqHczaJoULD3DsS9NNuORVDfRy4Mi16rMZb1-rYpHaqDIX8HNiy05qWwQ/s457/wimp.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="190" data-original-width="457" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqubAhlve883N8lYaN41JEYZgh3sM_U3hMBcqdNAG25vERNXm8XEiVqLrpnHPkp7Er1sB8iUGPmKtOGlT5K2GO82mIgkSEeajd8IyPB73Brt_YxVC8_6gUX3Ndzo7zldY52fqHczaJoULD3DsS9NNuORVDfRy4Mi16rMZb1-rYpHaqDIX8HNiy05qWwQ/s320/wimp.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Yesterday morning we came home from church and then I had an errand to run. When the kids were all home I started asking the kids to get busy on chores. I guess my voice was a bit sharp... maybe cranky is a better word? I know my voice was beginning to rise in volume. I was on my way into the kitchen telling everyone as I went how "Gross," the kitchen looked. Hoss stopped me dead in my tracks. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-JDAMh07oL964sLHGO212bmaDPWvXpZtnxUfe9FA28CjJIx-YqlG3emAXCszBJ5BbgWT5v1n3cHb28GUIMSUhsG1s5caS3aZ7VZ4Pif6nQGKbHVvN_yuhMVsJJiNebKqNX8NHDfnHg97PCGDMKqYlgHJ96p4FeETbwRSwPJHrWi27Q9LEhG2RUdDUg/s509/%2325.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="339" data-original-width="509" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-JDAMh07oL964sLHGO212bmaDPWvXpZtnxUfe9FA28CjJIx-YqlG3emAXCszBJ5BbgWT5v1n3cHb28GUIMSUhsG1s5caS3aZ7VZ4Pif6nQGKbHVvN_yuhMVsJJiNebKqNX8NHDfnHg97PCGDMKqYlgHJ96p4FeETbwRSwPJHrWi27Q9LEhG2RUdDUg/s320/%2325.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />"25," he said sternly and boy, he sure was NOT happy with me. I stopped, but continued mumbling under my breath. "I have seen this kitchen look gross, this is not gross, it's not really bad at all. Breathe." </span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ761I7WryI6mQR4wGGFDdS9uKN44rwDo7DwAx0rV79_bn8h7XaK_hmEYD5qBukaGImuF3dvfEbPYAqUohSajwczs1Gv_6gNR46HnOTER9uKM05e88ZgclB5iM4x53LMJvmoPlIutzswxI7UMVsNjUYsvhDwI7DLkMfSfNf75X0ohE2sPNsKY5OE1uKg/s1000/red-lip-biting-vector-5126613.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="1000" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ761I7WryI6mQR4wGGFDdS9uKN44rwDo7DwAx0rV79_bn8h7XaK_hmEYD5qBukaGImuF3dvfEbPYAqUohSajwczs1Gv_6gNR46HnOTER9uKM05e88ZgclB5iM4x53LMJvmoPlIutzswxI7UMVsNjUYsvhDwI7DLkMfSfNf75X0ohE2sPNsKY5OE1uKg/w234-h182/red-lip-biting-vector-5126613.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><br />I bit my lip. "Okay," I tried to bow out gracefully, but he would not let me go with just that. He didn't even say anything just gave me that look. "I'm sorry, it doesn't look gross, but I told so and so to do such and such and it's not done and I'm tired of picking up after everyone!" I declared this as if it would change his mind. Would it grant me some form leniency? <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip0PIy4wenhMeJrKAXMTg1GcAO_x5G6vp8LGynS4XKNA5c6mjABe2M8kQicaYltih0uyBRXM_5uzImYWmRKwPlEg3xCTBr8sT5MCM5ILWvLZfTo3t6xYOQoI8w15NvLAEw_eMeWe5kFHGRsS527-TgRHJDZb7uuKDDrAGjFmtbOqXDfEsL1XMQ0m_40Q/s2083/butterlies in my tummy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2083" data-original-width="2083" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip0PIy4wenhMeJrKAXMTg1GcAO_x5G6vp8LGynS4XKNA5c6mjABe2M8kQicaYltih0uyBRXM_5uzImYWmRKwPlEg3xCTBr8sT5MCM5ILWvLZfTo3t6xYOQoI8w15NvLAEw_eMeWe5kFHGRsS527-TgRHJDZb7uuKDDrAGjFmtbOqXDfEsL1XMQ0m_40Q/s320/butterlies in my tummy.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />We did not have time to get to those 25 yesterday, but I'm nervous. I do not seem to be handling things as well since I was sick. My skin is just more sensitive. It's like I've got a "Virgin butt." Ugh! Could that possibly be true? What is wrong with me? <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp3Om8EVujLrfqD_IBENwS__NNFphPy5cbFRm8rMpDMC7nL63IDihUP6zkrRFFrgRKSLIjiPIO1mX8kynPj02kXLt5cZK5aulA5BK1meZ-f_V1PvC9JNf_DtJw3226edc3z0EICJVSGcjPPS0ur52UBFgSaNiOpcId8d-MT8cUldnVGOhnrAiMu-WABA/s736/butterflies in my stomaach.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="736" data-original-width="736" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp3Om8EVujLrfqD_IBENwS__NNFphPy5cbFRm8rMpDMC7nL63IDihUP6zkrRFFrgRKSLIjiPIO1mX8kynPj02kXLt5cZK5aulA5BK1meZ-f_V1PvC9JNf_DtJw3226edc3z0EICJVSGcjPPS0ur52UBFgSaNiOpcId8d-MT8cUldnVGOhnrAiMu-WABA/s320/butterflies in my stomaach.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />I have jitters. I am not scared of a spanking at all. I just do not like the pain during the actual spanking. Afterwards I'm fine. I still definitely love the way it resets my heart and I feel very loved. But during I'm struggling, actually fighting the process with myself and sometimes with Hoss. He knows how much I respond to this type of discipline and I know he's being careful with me. Lots of breaks and words of encouragement, but folks, I do not know if it's just very sensitive skin from the meds I'm on or I'm just seriously starting over again. <p></p><p>Ideas? Suggestions? Anything would be helpful. I just don't feel like myself in this area right now....</p><p>--Baker</p><p>PS: I'm really sorry this is so late. My weekend was crazy busy, productive, good, just busy.</p><p><br /></p>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-61731489002119385642022-02-03T07:21:00.001-06:002022-02-03T13:11:55.127-06:00Nothing New Around Here<p><span style="font-family: georgia;">It's Thursday folks, and nothing new around here. Seriously, we have snow, it's cold, we are still busy as always, spanking happens when needed. Not sure what else to say. But I did think I'd share some Peanuts with you. I love me some good Peanuts. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEheblAZzJRLrFHtZuiPBAO1nh6WW8aw4DzN9XTmpiT9GMNm0kM3ZY9Px82Bjx06Gd3KEgDk_iWxRS0mKAkTUDXz7O5RiBEE5QOJ_V39aSHDhopwYfs-fc0wm7W2WbXOV7IJj4KWYVgP0DItIKOko9azvXVJWElfdEAWhqUFwcSKr289Vl2c0dm4WWe6rQ=s401" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="401" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEheblAZzJRLrFHtZuiPBAO1nh6WW8aw4DzN9XTmpiT9GMNm0kM3ZY9Px82Bjx06Gd3KEgDk_iWxRS0mKAkTUDXz7O5RiBEE5QOJ_V39aSHDhopwYfs-fc0wm7W2WbXOV7IJj4KWYVgP0DItIKOko9azvXVJWElfdEAWhqUFwcSKr289Vl2c0dm4WWe6rQ=s320" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I thought this one was appropriate for a lot of people I love right now whose lives aren't going where they would like it to be right now. Hugs and prayers to you right now.</span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhVxcHnhfD9CBt84sClgH1LXPc0QJV4vX06PVZDIvESZlcztGqWQ7weBHHkN-tZUGf2vYzSQV51IV6go9Fa1Kdu9X0O0NpiqlbzRcCNZd_NZD6lhZC9h2ufLH6TOy6LWqHnlepG4p1z_K821iA4jpny5pQUwZEIcVzp3jBnjQfIeJNexvhZAj2ntqUD2A=s1649" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1649" data-original-width="925" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhVxcHnhfD9CBt84sClgH1LXPc0QJV4vX06PVZDIvESZlcztGqWQ7weBHHkN-tZUGf2vYzSQV51IV6go9Fa1Kdu9X0O0NpiqlbzRcCNZd_NZD6lhZC9h2ufLH6TOy6LWqHnlepG4p1z_K821iA4jpny5pQUwZEIcVzp3jBnjQfIeJNexvhZAj2ntqUD2A=s320" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A truth I try very hard to live by.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj_C_yS6DzFUwzwf1cSYP0UhrdbxZq_nBO3F4DZ4_lrgO9gcuLhpNWRPNu-5bAHDxQhQOJGpci7oVS6ViZ4ojomv6EiFHwplIZXgiuJPWlfjOE7wRkVMKuJrcL9XyxaTnH7FrrVYmUIxABAG8f3GJY8uQyUw-VVmIGO_rmmokOL2qZasHUXFd2GPiEvSA=s750" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj_C_yS6DzFUwzwf1cSYP0UhrdbxZq_nBO3F4DZ4_lrgO9gcuLhpNWRPNu-5bAHDxQhQOJGpci7oVS6ViZ4ojomv6EiFHwplIZXgiuJPWlfjOE7wRkVMKuJrcL9XyxaTnH7FrrVYmUIxABAG8f3GJY8uQyUw-VVmIGO_rmmokOL2qZasHUXFd2GPiEvSA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yes, you do. Stop telling yourself you don't.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCFMJh_itFuYxr6-NonWcCvzXg7L6JaFSQlyRn6yEL04KdU7N_mzeZr94UTwnM5cBf-LgT2muErak5Cqjkh5haqnc52Lu1UbK6UmQmvLa2eDGG9KWj47JsYxliafi5ezA_WRTqjXjIxFf_ud_rLWtL4W6jaJUq6i8ntnnEAWUAbmphSILmmxdIs0iQIg=s1064" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1064" data-original-width="984" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCFMJh_itFuYxr6-NonWcCvzXg7L6JaFSQlyRn6yEL04KdU7N_mzeZr94UTwnM5cBf-LgT2muErak5Cqjkh5haqnc52Lu1UbK6UmQmvLa2eDGG9KWj47JsYxliafi5ezA_WRTqjXjIxFf_ud_rLWtL4W6jaJUq6i8ntnnEAWUAbmphSILmmxdIs0iQIg=s320" width="296" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And this is so so so true! </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCUPVzM0V-N8zcILZ_t72Y0bnJGkD2ukpQykH_FGQasm44flNf205u1mneTfirYHoaYouBjcHYXRH7KXksgm00yJqeY7sTuCK_fPDCaNtQrL4cu5fAGcn_dgYPxAQhbyAjgoVdQUrXj-Q9gOUrtZpbUMokNI_bV1VCLFbr7TeAoAo15cXzcfzUoC6nRg=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="538" data-original-width="1024" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCUPVzM0V-N8zcILZ_t72Y0bnJGkD2ukpQykH_FGQasm44flNf205u1mneTfirYHoaYouBjcHYXRH7KXksgm00yJqeY7sTuCK_fPDCaNtQrL4cu5fAGcn_dgYPxAQhbyAjgoVdQUrXj-Q9gOUrtZpbUMokNI_bV1VCLFbr7TeAoAo15cXzcfzUoC6nRg=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yes! Has anyone tried the Dove Chocolates with Caramels. Definitely my new favorite. Just have to keep them hidden from my kids!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7d9DRvFJKwOao_b4evv7UwQjbqxr2Q_ilaAcvUwXktFGaBaLzUkK-9kApCHXCMkH1fQRm5d7I6VJrcgU9ZdxyBmTfVqtMYefXNRixygSpJKMQMRSGxSS0fPVQ-cQArOvEfmtk4DBzn9mJ9eS_EbeSe-2uf9GOwQHYiXsIQnDofifLLzIVUxhk6JUtNA=s239" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="239" data-original-width="211" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7d9DRvFJKwOao_b4evv7UwQjbqxr2Q_ilaAcvUwXktFGaBaLzUkK-9kApCHXCMkH1fQRm5d7I6VJrcgU9ZdxyBmTfVqtMYefXNRixygSpJKMQMRSGxSS0fPVQ-cQArOvEfmtk4DBzn9mJ9eS_EbeSe-2uf9GOwQHYiXsIQnDofifLLzIVUxhk6JUtNA" width="211" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hope you all feel this way! I do about you all.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEho6PL1Xx88uv7wK_sI8zAcZqDD-NZM1e-LzXmhWCaDpM6VKsw1WABgo2YqwO8MTr26oBQ5kammlYjmNVqirq4MMOkAxLSXMeeRGIeOaUOseDEAW6i2vp3--EQEWiBTvamNYFtHIc0V7R3y_3-PseX_JXR2MSQAn4TLV6cq8ItREk_pDIVYJjLAMORwKA=s528" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="528" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEho6PL1Xx88uv7wK_sI8zAcZqDD-NZM1e-LzXmhWCaDpM6VKsw1WABgo2YqwO8MTr26oBQ5kammlYjmNVqirq4MMOkAxLSXMeeRGIeOaUOseDEAW6i2vp3--EQEWiBTvamNYFtHIc0V7R3y_3-PseX_JXR2MSQAn4TLV6cq8ItREk_pDIVYJjLAMORwKA=s320" width="303" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So true. I try to definitely keep things positive. Right now it's more like dancing in the snow, but you get the idea.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjm1zt4OG-NrLv70BlrZI_kEDJ02I9ulKzjCTi_KM4S211fz5e8IiTMilhiXmVClyl6k9ozt7hq49wrIEdIvN5V9FtEIl0rnSh9lNyerelI0bh3QoIKj7pVIixNWwxyg--PJuOCaQ6amLpImVpwUOJYG68-MvkVuezxh8rHxi4YrUjHVwpj2FQhBAONfw=s238" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="238" data-original-width="212" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjm1zt4OG-NrLv70BlrZI_kEDJ02I9ulKzjCTi_KM4S211fz5e8IiTMilhiXmVClyl6k9ozt7hq49wrIEdIvN5V9FtEIl0rnSh9lNyerelI0bh3QoIKj7pVIixNWwxyg--PJuOCaQ6amLpImVpwUOJYG68-MvkVuezxh8rHxi4YrUjHVwpj2FQhBAONfw" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And for all of those who need it right now.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbWFvkXknDQhiIXdMCO_oYPlyGXs-AGz4_X-cQ10ayzJLfmGyDkhwNvRAdRf0QZm49VZPMgE4ru93sIfmNnjW_a8vzP9S5iyVMQlFfdLO_s14TZuf_hgPriHY-R3P4mtCoBRUFu9sc7z-t2tgxwn2PupsXgE2i9PJ3DVnlq3QdfJz2IHPCMXXbKKg4wg=s736" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="736" data-original-width="736" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbWFvkXknDQhiIXdMCO_oYPlyGXs-AGz4_X-cQ10ayzJLfmGyDkhwNvRAdRf0QZm49VZPMgE4ru93sIfmNnjW_a8vzP9S5iyVMQlFfdLO_s14TZuf_hgPriHY-R3P4mtCoBRUFu9sc7z-t2tgxwn2PupsXgE2i9PJ3DVnlq3QdfJz2IHPCMXXbKKg4wg=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yes, you truly do.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEit9voxVxbXbZbclN3Rpy4pKrQO9Rj61-f_iOvBDw_M3AIar_bH3bj6RhBKG8DA6S6My_wzixAIjujX1KEi2SPxN40LXDQquXK5GFX7sZCryUy1ARgJ3s-lEEUdesprze1PiDtSu78Ax_99OrzTDCGe77c5ZePzad2iKqVob93DYTa7euJOS1MDGMSdXA=s236" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="236" data-original-width="236" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEit9voxVxbXbZbclN3Rpy4pKrQO9Rj61-f_iOvBDw_M3AIar_bH3bj6RhBKG8DA6S6My_wzixAIjujX1KEi2SPxN40LXDQquXK5GFX7sZCryUy1ARgJ3s-lEEUdesprze1PiDtSu78Ax_99OrzTDCGe77c5ZePzad2iKqVob93DYTa7euJOS1MDGMSdXA" width="236" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love spending time here writing and visiting with each of you. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I also adore my family and friends.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCsztqXHJ86c0GS7cyy_aNqT3mk5JLoG1EgEnhIIJ7b2nEFviDJdV3LtaffBoIiy8u66MzkVGOK1EJKgRPwu6oyfhz6S2HndKWls_1mjqnM2BZoFqLZwJlTTvkf10xMUyWXVL4iPLI9fHB56NC_HdxEw2CVfxH3w_dW47tjfeJmW0SAGtY3WSIzDGesQ=s265" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="265" data-original-width="236" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCsztqXHJ86c0GS7cyy_aNqT3mk5JLoG1EgEnhIIJ7b2nEFviDJdV3LtaffBoIiy8u66MzkVGOK1EJKgRPwu6oyfhz6S2HndKWls_1mjqnM2BZoFqLZwJlTTvkf10xMUyWXVL4iPLI9fHB56NC_HdxEw2CVfxH3w_dW47tjfeJmW0SAGtY3WSIzDGesQ" width="236" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And that folks sums up life for me.</div></div></div></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Love seeing you all in the comments and know more are reading. Thank you for taking the time to visit Hoss and me. Hugs!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">--Baker</span></p>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-30797023024796043722022-01-31T05:00:00.001-06:002022-01-31T05:00:00.192-06:0050<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjilZJFqhwnwGd-Edf8fKuvDF6vXugfmDMJUeWw-8i093kEm3Kl6BbiI18ncIBi12Cgx4KJLD6-QEBS39S5y3gRAhWHdQrJqxH6C37PTOKjWYZuPgx4cBXXpy6sKf2skxZzmYkg0Kuy16pF_C9H5awBoNMgBbp7a3ntCABgegJg1UjgcuKS5PBqKP4W5Q=s1172" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="799" data-original-width="1172" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjilZJFqhwnwGd-Edf8fKuvDF6vXugfmDMJUeWw-8i093kEm3Kl6BbiI18ncIBi12Cgx4KJLD6-QEBS39S5y3gRAhWHdQrJqxH6C37PTOKjWYZuPgx4cBXXpy6sKf2skxZzmYkg0Kuy16pF_C9H5awBoNMgBbp7a3ntCABgegJg1UjgcuKS5PBqKP4W5Q=s320" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Fifty is a bad number. Fifty is not fun. Fifty is unfair. I do not like fifty. It seems, well, dramatic. Or maybe it makes me feel dramatic. It just seems like a big number with lots of implications.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">No, I am not turning nifty fifty. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Neither is Hoss. So what does fifty have to do with this post? Ugh, I know most of you have figured it out by now.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">I had fifty coming and Hoss was not going to let me out of it. We had been sick so this fifty was hanging over my head for several days. I had given him a few dirty looks, some snide remarks and I'm pretty sure I rolled my eyes when I should have been listening to whatever he was saying. In other words, my attitude was not what it should have been and he warned me where I was headed. He felt those responses needed fixing especially when he had given me chances to fix it. Anyone else know where this is heading? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">He waited until I came to him and let him know I felt well enough to accept my swats. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">They were not soft swats, not overly hard. All were deserved. I was emotional and tired and yes, I had tears in my eyes. It hurt even though he gave them in ten swat increments. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0iPYTeBlLwJPIxiJ6idaSyepsHOXorf_B8Pi0gbmqtNGhluiaBc2ZLaqkD1EgkC6m1KYH3VklLVoA1kDIPxyZz4CoaBGSwVc7feYOHPXigZu2uhAUDat45kSDG7Bh3PC950mEdFnYbNCUYpbwrc5Kci08Pzc5ttRnVX5Vkg6OjjEM9jJkpFV0NLf6Mw=s331" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="221" data-original-width="331" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0iPYTeBlLwJPIxiJ6idaSyepsHOXorf_B8Pi0gbmqtNGhluiaBc2ZLaqkD1EgkC6m1KYH3VklLVoA1kDIPxyZz4CoaBGSwVc7feYOHPXigZu2uhAUDat45kSDG7Bh3PC950mEdFnYbNCUYpbwrc5Kci08Pzc5ttRnVX5Vkg6OjjEM9jJkpFV0NLf6Mw=s320" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Bertha spoke loud and clear. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Do NOT have an attitude with Hoss. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">I got the message. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">And now I feel better. </span><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgwUgSfn1SZiWLHcwwMQgNCjb-twKxcVxnWHahiY02nKOlGnX46XMcM8Hx2NwWDK3qOtjnl7xaynWIeI2id18TGTihJE3HUBe3Y5C709pTlx0-lpZ6fxQJmvMK_QnxJbyV7goSLzDVNSlzQJeZynxRRMu89NgiWU6cfxAWGbifJu0oVVl31dP7nL2xa0w=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="958" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgwUgSfn1SZiWLHcwwMQgNCjb-twKxcVxnWHahiY02nKOlGnX46XMcM8Hx2NwWDK3qOtjnl7xaynWIeI2id18TGTihJE3HUBe3Y5C709pTlx0-lpZ6fxQJmvMK_QnxJbyV7goSLzDVNSlzQJeZynxRRMu89NgiWU6cfxAWGbifJu0oVVl31dP7nL2xa0w=s320" width="255" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Hugs and being held. Sweet reassurance.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">No more waiting for fifty.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Just relaxed. Feeling loved.</span></p><p>Now, how was your weekend?</p><p>--Baker</p>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-78618280620831793602022-01-27T05:00:00.001-06:002022-01-27T05:00:00.190-06:00Obey<p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-mR7LUZeSh3BYbyNLTm63k4AtW8n0pPt6NO44kp4wiOWhdM-ev70UAcUTUl_8XyxNahrHETdMMPB5NyFbMR8HWWM3vN_L5Sa50iZA442RuNEj4tZXw6F4HmhJ3LVjr1uzjTub0mp8d9LDnFGkCgdWMN7bD1rmVsPGU5LjCGbxbeHW9aSCOPqwN13HNA=s404" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="316" data-original-width="404" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-mR7LUZeSh3BYbyNLTm63k4AtW8n0pPt6NO44kp4wiOWhdM-ev70UAcUTUl_8XyxNahrHETdMMPB5NyFbMR8HWWM3vN_L5Sa50iZA442RuNEj4tZXw6F4HmhJ3LVjr1uzjTub0mp8d9LDnFGkCgdWMN7bD1rmVsPGU5LjCGbxbeHW9aSCOPqwN13HNA=s320" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">I am here to tell you folks, obedience is a nice long word. Obedient is only slightly smaller. But they both mean one must obey. Why do I struggle with that little word, sometimes? I sure would love to know.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiD5cFSlAlGRsI3ywH_LsEHaV4VAWplOsUbACASaG1mDbp9EPXUfRs7LcoMgiMHm9fUomVr3iwd0Bk9JWkdKJLtqnzJsDmqNmMqY5LDncoK5y6eJZ70i2YrsXUDh-aE3GxyijWdfcoDwElZJZXzAr6yx1VlHMcVRAo96pdKYyopDT9gG4tacXg_dlW5iQ=s926" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="862" data-original-width="926" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiD5cFSlAlGRsI3ywH_LsEHaV4VAWplOsUbACASaG1mDbp9EPXUfRs7LcoMgiMHm9fUomVr3iwd0Bk9JWkdKJLtqnzJsDmqNmMqY5LDncoK5y6eJZ70i2YrsXUDh-aE3GxyijWdfcoDwElZJZXzAr6yx1VlHMcVRAo96pdKYyopDT9gG4tacXg_dlW5iQ=s320" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">This morning (Wednesday) as Hoss was leaving for work he gave me a sweet, warm bear hug. I love his hugs. As I turned to walk away he gave me two soft swats on my nightgown clad bottom. "Obey," was all he said before releasing me. Who else gets those little flutters in their tummy when their man says to, "Obey?" I smiled to myself, promising myself that I would do just that. To Hoss I mumbled an, "Okay," or a "Yes," I truly do not remember.</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> I was too caught up in my own mind about that little word.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7CSi1U_kGRz8l8SnaI6Jqgq1QJiWJ-fpDx6US0qp1fMZCMc15hgwJFAbQ2z9G8KY4tdlYpBaNp95LDLRggvasw8D4hCzk9xqgyesIx4I0uEsPIaeI4RU2kWtcVk-1F6hxxFQdlcekX_37wdTb7lWMo099QmI0C2TRiYYFJ4ZenpEtgXUhL6t3bLHMmg=s700" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="700" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7CSi1U_kGRz8l8SnaI6Jqgq1QJiWJ-fpDx6US0qp1fMZCMc15hgwJFAbQ2z9G8KY4tdlYpBaNp95LDLRggvasw8D4hCzk9xqgyesIx4I0uEsPIaeI4RU2kWtcVk-1F6hxxFQdlcekX_37wdTb7lWMo099QmI0C2TRiYYFJ4ZenpEtgXUhL6t3bLHMmg=s320" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Later this morning Hoss and I were texting back and forth about a meal I was preparing for a friend of his from work. I was going on and on about what my ideas were and his reply...Pick three things. That's all that is needed. He reminded me that I had been having a lot of foggy brain this week and I was setting myself up for failure. His little pats on my bottom and telling me to obey came screaming back to my head. Obey. Such a tough tough word.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgD8yEi27OCMo5KPcyqpwD43y29ZNbd3rd82Vg2uPkUPtwHpe9VCp5F4mYnhVZFSgkCLUiB9WxnMPDZyx3mtFjf3iwjFCfYNJD-t0_iZfTRjknPoIelFHsIMlhsnDFprYkrJAvCm2w2Tfp088yhpBNcE6bb1Hcc-XRUEASMnkSAIviR_idvHUVR7bTN4w=s570" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="428" data-original-width="570" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgD8yEi27OCMo5KPcyqpwD43y29ZNbd3rd82Vg2uPkUPtwHpe9VCp5F4mYnhVZFSgkCLUiB9WxnMPDZyx3mtFjf3iwjFCfYNJD-t0_iZfTRjknPoIelFHsIMlhsnDFprYkrJAvCm2w2Tfp088yhpBNcE6bb1Hcc-XRUEASMnkSAIviR_idvHUVR7bTN4w=s320" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">He was right of course. Be careful and gentle with myself. It also means I obey him. But I wrestle with this. I want to. I desire to. My human nature is to just fight against him. There isn't a reason those feelings pop out. He is seriously trying to make life easier for me. Just trying to work through those feelings. Submit. Obey. That's what I need to do. Just pray I can do it. Does anyone else struggle like this? Can I be the only one?</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">--Baker</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-60686908601692903692022-01-24T05:00:00.001-06:002022-01-24T05:00:00.178-06:00Let's Recap, Shall We?<p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhmKVWPO3Qgb1AgDB4rCq5yhVFjbfYQMQXN1W53znrpLhPYw3W6QZtJtRdo0SgSPmV5SCOeLr9_aROz0dHG4ChNHv_8aej1PhvdPxUCpe1B-v56hPVDM3qJ-KD8qHjvEUxBHPVl6nZXZlm5g85CMhuvyae9NtkEPf3kylKlhzZabjbPCcb1IRLprWRiIw=s474" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="316" data-original-width="474" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhmKVWPO3Qgb1AgDB4rCq5yhVFjbfYQMQXN1W53znrpLhPYw3W6QZtJtRdo0SgSPmV5SCOeLr9_aROz0dHG4ChNHv_8aej1PhvdPxUCpe1B-v56hPVDM3qJ-KD8qHjvEUxBHPVl6nZXZlm5g85CMhuvyae9NtkEPf3kylKlhzZabjbPCcb1IRLprWRiIw=s320" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />So, the other day, I was bemoaning in my latest post that I was feeling like we were in a bit of a desert simply because there were no spankings to be had. In our home, we have a definite hard and fast rule. I am not allowed to post anything without Hoss' permission when it comes to this blog. It's for our own safety. Always put an extra set an eyes on what I write before I post it. Occasionally, that comes back to bite me in the butt.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-QiPXzM3XHYNgEbO8B0MFZB1BJzMd27Zz2nJgFzCEkcTpEcVz6uCDaxNt_fikvmx5DOU0M9mw8DHtvOKs-hsxHDG8g0F2geCA03xcVguldZvlgXZM-eKyegRfJnfpxpIwoh1k2smS8SsnSUXe2-QBHIMmuhJvzxx5XmF1wr7KFpuVp-P9aFobqOmiRw=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="434" data-original-width="800" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-QiPXzM3XHYNgEbO8B0MFZB1BJzMd27Zz2nJgFzCEkcTpEcVz6uCDaxNt_fikvmx5DOU0M9mw8DHtvOKs-hsxHDG8g0F2geCA03xcVguldZvlgXZM-eKyegRfJnfpxpIwoh1k2smS8SsnSUXe2-QBHIMmuhJvzxx5XmF1wr7KFpuVp-P9aFobqOmiRw=s320" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />Let's recap, shall we?</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">My latest post had to do with feeling like I was definitely lacking in the spanking arena. Hoss and I had both been sick and even though we were sick, I was craving a reset. Well, in order to share with you all my dilemma, I had to share the post with Hoss first. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Let's recap his reaction, shall we?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5AxTU_WhR6raQijbs6MOiQt5r76UrCFe2nrCJpmhmLHJFgqm6iYgUna8FMGIqLAcZHCu65KQDCZ9oKeqk98-hmWzKiICEbZ8K1CwzJzDhCOAlYBRlEaiSK1KQAsX_dRi0wicYPZFv_2HHFwrH9Czew3D2UMFWSbkZ0a4CqxyN9RGIsVbO8YnmTwuJrw=s1125" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1125" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5AxTU_WhR6raQijbs6MOiQt5r76UrCFe2nrCJpmhmLHJFgqm6iYgUna8FMGIqLAcZHCu65KQDCZ9oKeqk98-hmWzKiICEbZ8K1CwzJzDhCOAlYBRlEaiSK1KQAsX_dRi0wicYPZFv_2HHFwrH9Czew3D2UMFWSbkZ0a4CqxyN9RGIsVbO8YnmTwuJrw=s320" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">He began to read in earnest as he almost always does. My man is very sweet and supportive of this blog. He also wants to make sure we do our best to present DD in a way that helps or teaches others. We also want to be authentic. Show our readers the real us as best as we can, without necessarily oversharing. So, Hoss picks up my laptop and is reading away. When he sets it down he chuckles. I look up from my side of the bed. "What's up? Did you like it?" He grins. "Oh, we will definitely be taking care of that." I smiled and we left it at that. We were both worn out. Kids were still up. It was not going to happen right then, and probably not even that night and we both knew it.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Let's recap when it did happen, shall we?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">The next morning, as Hoss was getting dressed for work, he beckoned me to him. It was early, my brain was not in first gear yet, so of course I went to him. "Let's take care of that post," he said sweetly. "Huh, what??? Now?" Of course now. That makes perfect sense, right? I shook my head and he gestured to the bed. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Let's recap the spanking, shall we?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhU9OrCavwvVgwmJfgWr1E3C3pv4WDOgPcnIrJZHP1Jz_jISQQkpCFU6sIQ_0Y2eSbGNtn5ppSuv5YHAbpzwARCH9Mxior4wIEjEo7wVUtI40bL8l7oz0ffUc1HNn6bho4r_F0R_RW-Mh04AimEr_fqA2yblre-7SWAWF95A6Vo-fhs-r5YfkCTwB-3_Q=s936" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="936" data-original-width="936" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhU9OrCavwvVgwmJfgWr1E3C3pv4WDOgPcnIrJZHP1Jz_jISQQkpCFU6sIQ_0Y2eSbGNtn5ppSuv5YHAbpzwARCH9Mxior4wIEjEo7wVUtI40bL8l7oz0ffUc1HNn6bho4r_F0R_RW-Mh04AimEr_fqA2yblre-7SWAWF95A6Vo-fhs-r5YfkCTwB-3_Q=s320" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">I leaned over the bed, praying. Yes, praying because I needed this. Praying because I didn't expect this right now. Praying because I really really want the release from this reset. Hoss begins swatting with his right hand. I am clinching my eyes and breathing through each swat. Hard and steady swats. A few dozen swats and we are done. He pulls me up in a hug and a kiss. "All better?" he asks. I smile. Of course, I'm all better! It's what I needed. I know what keeps me even keel. Hoss smiled back. I love that smile of his. "All better?" he asks. "Yup," came my reply. We share a hug.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Let's recap why this works, shall we?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgguAxA2GUD3gu1JIPo-Foeb7XJnqIpiIKjADR9_LaOfAzICE9NDkaYk4XpnxypEBBQiLzV6HoGtdYW1twBivvkd0mMwoUVFhQMgaR-i5ap3wOagGr2A8KO8-NasD-xC_F3ljFAdVr9IARau7CFNWNAzdUbdwJ5AI6PExr4W49nSr0qNdi3stlOqW1f4w=s1280" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgguAxA2GUD3gu1JIPo-Foeb7XJnqIpiIKjADR9_LaOfAzICE9NDkaYk4XpnxypEBBQiLzV6HoGtdYW1twBivvkd0mMwoUVFhQMgaR-i5ap3wOagGr2A8KO8-NasD-xC_F3ljFAdVr9IARau7CFNWNAzdUbdwJ5AI6PExr4W49nSr0qNdi3stlOqW1f4w=s320" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Because my husband knows me. Sometimes I need to ask for it and I don't. Sometimes I ask for it and he cannot deliver immediately, but he still takes care of me as soon as he can. We know what works for us. This works for us. From the acknowledgement that I was in need to the delivery to the sweet touches afterward. This is a dance that we choose to move to. And it serves us well.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">--Baker</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-37461853340523821172022-01-20T05:00:00.001-06:002022-01-20T05:00:00.179-06:00 Let's Talk About Spanking...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_lIaRvKsoovKOOxqfjECaQ3B-bYF_3rQ7FK0h4ieoHHZw1gkYwQIlTWZTCOncCfp-NFuOC6u7evuguFLOMFqqayN3mOK8i8SjMESwAX0eBLgNgJ57dTPDAN8qAX-oKrOGQfc6gG0DuxY6mc2O2ba4IQamrCWr1se9Z4Gb0VsI4NqWr3T-teI-v8PeXQ=s474" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="316" data-original-width="474" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_lIaRvKsoovKOOxqfjECaQ3B-bYF_3rQ7FK0h4ieoHHZw1gkYwQIlTWZTCOncCfp-NFuOC6u7evuguFLOMFqqayN3mOK8i8SjMESwAX0eBLgNgJ57dTPDAN8qAX-oKrOGQfc6gG0DuxY6mc2O2ba4IQamrCWr1se9Z4Gb0VsI4NqWr3T-teI-v8PeXQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div>Did you read the title of my post? I so want to talk about spanking with you, guys. I do. I am feeling very deprived right now. Hoss has been sick for almost two weeks (and he felt the need to share) and other than the few swats I got the other day there has been NO spanking at our house. <div><br /></div><div>No, I am not joking. Well, three light playful swats in the bed the other night, but that's all. I mean we are in a drought here, people. I may just about dry up and wilt away in this desert. I know we are sick with this nasty junk, but come on here. Seriously! How in the world are we going to survive? Should I go on? I really could, but you get the gist of it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhc5cvQ1CABN_IuAooA2mkomYiaW2lusJ7YhGAVsMhgbq-5qj0jJh75iU1M-eUGE0AqTSsviHiMMEWiSltuFwZsCT4va1XzYN10XQbusWzZd1O8UiLCDvyHiSBbxt0XB9aZC2nxlRJtC0FuF2nIVBhsDiYFP8i2f5v-53FNvJVkHVqig8u7YXVRdaN-Q=s1080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhc5cvQ1CABN_IuAooA2mkomYiaW2lusJ7YhGAVsMhgbq-5qj0jJh75iU1M-eUGE0AqTSsviHiMMEWiSltuFwZsCT4va1XzYN10XQbusWzZd1O8UiLCDvyHiSBbxt0XB9aZC2nxlRJtC0FuF2nIVBhsDiYFP8i2f5v-53FNvJVkHVqig8u7YXVRdaN-Q=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div>Whew! That felt good to get out my system. Meltdown was so close to happening here. I'm strung out on these steroids, and if Hoss wasn't gone most of the day working in his office, I do believe there would be spankings anew every hour of every day. I am good like that, friends. It is a refined skill at doing my best to be submissive and falling short at just about every turn. It's just so easy to get into trouble, and at times, so difficult to stay out of it. It's not always like that. I have been known to be good, but right now my insides are all twisted about and I just need something to right my mind. To get my emotions back into check.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtlG0ZhDX1QconOecg9GwjLXx-qK2n0Ux76PmRgMEudHEj0aWSpdFHeIMu3jShk9KwOHv-LJ2h3zSLYu8RgaNnF4G6_jfgGZIzJhcK30splI5RhQNicgFLd3rorItgF1DxEQCH7JgllWoVUFeXuJpkRfGEU-_b9acHWtcRFRcSgkMpkzqkCRk8Gb7Ftw=s214" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="170" data-original-width="214" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtlG0ZhDX1QconOecg9GwjLXx-qK2n0Ux76PmRgMEudHEj0aWSpdFHeIMu3jShk9KwOHv-LJ2h3zSLYu8RgaNnF4G6_jfgGZIzJhcK30splI5RhQNicgFLd3rorItgF1DxEQCH7JgllWoVUFeXuJpkRfGEU-_b9acHWtcRFRcSgkMpkzqkCRk8Gb7Ftw" width="214" /></a></div><div>I think I'm a spanko, but only when it comes to playful swats and such. When it comes to the heavy stuff like being spanked for sass aka attitude, well, I'm a wimp anymore. I'm begging to be let off before the spanking begins. Is anyone else like that? All too big for your britches until things take a nasty turn and your man starts throwing implements out onto the bed. All that attitude melts like butter on a piece of toast and my sass starts to melt right along with it.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's just the whole loss of not being spanked. It is so hard when I'm used to it. I mean, this probably is not even making sense, and maybe it's the meds talking, but I need a reset something awful, people. I know it does not make sense, but it does. When I get all wound tight like this, that's what I crave. The worst part is that Hoss is the one that gives the spankings. DUH! And he really is not up to it right now. I need a hug. And a spanking. Anyone else out there with me?</div><div><br /></div><div>--Baker</div>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-76974941875519959252022-01-17T05:00:00.001-06:002022-01-17T05:00:00.177-06:00I Heard You, NOT!<span style="font-family: georgia;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg2sHicfCJVW3G4DNq_wgyNoAb3KIBy9EXV0bRsBQv33urV_Xx0e2hCuROzRGHovwx_o-j2MeDrIRoacpABxC3DbCdRteb2MV6n-6CyNB9XUsRn-sVc41fWwwGFDheh9seMrebiOFWy3_dUPgHF2B-_dBqUMi2T9J3mS2anfzjHWV7yf1wzas8zTLk8pA=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="310" data-original-width="800" height="124" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg2sHicfCJVW3G4DNq_wgyNoAb3KIBy9EXV0bRsBQv33urV_Xx0e2hCuROzRGHovwx_o-j2MeDrIRoacpABxC3DbCdRteb2MV6n-6CyNB9XUsRn-sVc41fWwwGFDheh9seMrebiOFWy3_dUPgHF2B-_dBqUMi2T9J3mS2anfzjHWV7yf1wzas8zTLk8pA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br />So Hoss told me to write this post. So I did or rather I am. Apparently, he feels, that yours truly has a slight problem. I, personally, do not think I have a problem at all. Alas, I will share with you, are lovely readers, and let you decide if this problem even exists or not. (Okay, I know it does, but I still find it terribly hard to admit, even to myself).</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Hoss had some time off between Christmas and New Year's in which he spent doing a great many projects around the house. He returned to work, just to come home to quarantine a few days later. Now, he is under the weather, but not to the degree that he is sick in bed kind of sick. He's basically spent the few days catching up on some rest, bingeing his favorite shows and cleaning our room from top to bottom. There is the basic storyline or set up for what is going on. Are you ready for the issue at hand? The problem, not problem? Yeah, me too. Here goes.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">On several occasions, over the past two few weeks, Hoss has made the comment that Bertha needs to make an appearance for one reason or another. I smile brightly at these times and change the subject as quickly as I can. However, Hoss cannot be deterred from the conversation. He will lead the conversation straight back to Bertha. I cannot imagine why he thinks I'm not listening. I'm listening aplenty, I just do not want to be...um...adjusted (in attitude that is.) This whole discussion has not been said because I'm in trouble, but more because a reset is needed or Hoss just feels like I need a few swats to keep me in check. Or maybe it is because I am teetering on the line of trouble, but we all know what an angel I am, so I hardly think that is the actual goal he has in mind.</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRqCm4I-w_dTD8-Qy-vXPmUqNf-Q4AGbMmcub36e5e6_VLR3OQ5nJpXHOQC1htypf4ho9zat46u9HQgdKPEY5Yt9eILMaRQQbW2mxr5l9I8v6s5aYl2TI6whB_Ll043t1LpZZf-TLuq-Z3wuUj2E1fLSjOWSrMz4AX83cKLLXtTjuT1YlTFHvN52CYnQ=s394" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="394" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRqCm4I-w_dTD8-Qy-vXPmUqNf-Q4AGbMmcub36e5e6_VLR3OQ5nJpXHOQC1htypf4ho9zat46u9HQgdKPEY5Yt9eILMaRQQbW2mxr5l9I8v6s5aYl2TI6whB_Ll043t1LpZZf-TLuq-Z3wuUj2E1fLSjOWSrMz4AX83cKLLXtTjuT1YlTFHvN52CYnQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Now, personally, I believe that Bertha deserves a better home. Someone's home in which she could be out on display for some other housewife to glare at. Bertha cannot like the dark safe she hides in, can she? I mean, after all these years, you would think I would find someone out there who longs for a Bertha of their own.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sorry, I got a bit distracted. So on these occasions that Hoss has suggested that Bertha make an appearance and I have tried to avoid the topic all together. I'm sure no one out there will believe that I can do a lot of quick talking to move the conversation away from Bertha or spanking in general. I mean I am a self proclaimed spanko, but that gleam in Hoss' eye always makes me weary. He has a definite love love relationship with Bertha. I, on the other hand, prefers Bertha to stay away. I mean a hand spanking most days will do the trick to warm me up, but Bertha is more a staple in, Keep-Baker-In-Line, kind of spanking, and well, that's not my favorite kind of spanking.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"> A good example of one of these little talks went similar to what follows:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Hey, honey, what did you call me in here for?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Can you sort out that mail for me?" Hoss says nicely. He had been sorting mail for awhile, trying to weed out what we could shred from last year and the pile was small considering all that he had been sorting through. I, sort of, probably, rolled my eyes. He frowned, but ignored me.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">I quickly sorted out the mail and handed him the shred pile and took the mail we needed to save to the keep pile. As I turned to walk away he asked me about another pile. Now, my feathers were getting ruffled a bit. I mean, he had kind of interrupted me, and I really do not being side tracked even for a good reason. My attitude was really started to rear it's ugly head. Maybe more than I realized.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">"You know, I have realized that NO one can really hear me in here when the door is closed." Hoss said rather matter-of-factly.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Yeah, I kind of noticed that too." I knew what he was hinting at. "You haven't tested your theory yet." </span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisKATrOcKZ-ObEEi1P68f6MjIPwuqkT8qvPnLjEEzi9b4vDkN5WmnEltKodbJyHCRlwtnYO3VknkB5RAthYYw00L5EWfvgQIMoQ-N96PSl19SKJ_BgaPUmbwWuW-xtkbf_9ShsFu18s_m62BJZnHKhj0k-m1VHeJ6CzaxQELz6EwuNwBktWcYRcNajcg=s380" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="380" data-original-width="380" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisKATrOcKZ-ObEEi1P68f6MjIPwuqkT8qvPnLjEEzi9b4vDkN5WmnEltKodbJyHCRlwtnYO3VknkB5RAthYYw00L5EWfvgQIMoQ-N96PSl19SKJ_BgaPUmbwWuW-xtkbf_9ShsFu18s_m62BJZnHKhj0k-m1VHeJ6CzaxQELz6EwuNwBktWcYRcNajcg=s320" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">He shrugged his shoulders a bit. Obviously, not concerned about sound traveling whatsoever. I made a face. I know I did. He made a face back. One that indicated that I was over the line....Maybe I should not have said that. I backed up. So what did I say to help the situation? I said, "I heard you, not." This was said in teasing. I understood what he was saying, even though he had not said a word. It was my way of trying to lighten the mood. Seeing that tactic did not improve his facial expression or body language I made an excuse and left abruptly. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Well, being quarantined sure was not helped his spanking me desire. He actually looked rather determined to spank me with Bertha with everyone home on the theory we would not be heard. I knew I had trouble hearing him call out from the next room, and Hoss does not have a quiet voice. Eek! This was looking like a possibility. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">A short time later I ventured into our room again. Testing the waters so to speak. "Can you help me decide what to do with these books?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Sure," I said. Hoss then proceeded to try to talk to me about something or other and midway through the sentence I finished his sentence. Oh, my will I ever ever learn? There was that frown again. He started to say something again and what did I do? Do we really need to say? "I know, I know, I'm not supposed to interrupt you again." UGH! I did it again. I did not let him get a word in edgewise. His face turned a bit red and he closed his lips tightly together. "I heard you, not." What the heck? I might have just signed, sealed and delivered my butt for Bertha.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Thankfully, Hoss is a gracious husband. He just used his hand this time. But I will definitely try a lot harder to not say, "I heard you." </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">So, "Yes, Hoss, I heard you." Loud and clear. But I know there will come a time (and there already has) that what will cross my mind. When I will think, </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">"I heard you, I heard you not.".</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">--Baker</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-60166386794857816232022-01-13T05:00:00.001-06:002022-01-13T05:00:00.221-06:00I'd Like to Know...<p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjMJOBuirwysILRJB_bbXTJvTqHrfbiKxwa96iMWfi9H9HiuIOb8A83EVVtkjOqXw6XMzCuznpo2ONtl_RnL6_eMCoKbD-6jdwMdefMR1CrKFw9JzH2XMxynRYTPMBUnHxbDWaqB-JufS8qpi1V8zW8u7OmOu1cX-3Ps6F99OLerfxBO8N0HFAKPn8Fhw=s333" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="235" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjMJOBuirwysILRJB_bbXTJvTqHrfbiKxwa96iMWfi9H9HiuIOb8A83EVVtkjOqXw6XMzCuznpo2ONtl_RnL6_eMCoKbD-6jdwMdefMR1CrKFw9JzH2XMxynRYTPMBUnHxbDWaqB-JufS8qpi1V8zW8u7OmOu1cX-3Ps6F99OLerfxBO8N0HFAKPn8Fhw=s320" width="226" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />There are so many things I would like to know about other taken in hand wives. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Believe it or not, at this time, most of the things I talk about with friends that blog are not about DD even though that's how our friendships began. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">I have learned the answers to some of these thoughts from some of their blogs or maybe at some point in conversation, but I'd almost like to take a poll and see what they have to say now as many have been blogging for a long time....But it's not just bloggers who make me ponder, but my readers as well. I mean these question pertain to all of us living or interested in this lifestyle. The thoughts below are random in their listing, just pick one or two and share your thoughts. Let's get talking people!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpWnZ-mVUhiosZt34rYPW9nPdFwUwhIBJIseTR5ZFZi6ofeI4q-tTpNWG5_vIX_5kcqT5s34FQi_FF6SoKI5WIDueasPI5vVYGSdwJmmLDB3KXE9X3Vu6SurfHxfUX0zEH74PLVCgIz7aQ9owUozMGfV4fiflOAn0oT3hWI6tocFMIql9_GO_Buae59w=s291" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="291" data-original-width="254" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpWnZ-mVUhiosZt34rYPW9nPdFwUwhIBJIseTR5ZFZi6ofeI4q-tTpNWG5_vIX_5kcqT5s34FQi_FF6SoKI5WIDueasPI5vVYGSdwJmmLDB3KXE9X3Vu6SurfHxfUX0zEH74PLVCgIz7aQ9owUozMGfV4fiflOAn0oT3hWI6tocFMIql9_GO_Buae59w" width="254" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />How come we all enjoy spanking? Was it a life long desire or something you stumbled upon? Did your spouse bring it to you? How or why does this become such an overwhelming need within us?</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Why is it that some of us fight the need to cry? I know for years I did. Since I was sick I can cry at the drop of the hat. But for years I would not cry. I wanted to or said I did, but when push came to shove I mentally fought back. Why is that? Does anyone have any theories?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Does anyone have any ways to keep your mouth from speaking crazy random things that keep you out of trouble? Like how do you keep yourself from saying things that make it worse? There are times I just cannot help myself and have to get the last word or speak over my man without thinking? Do I truly lack that much impulse control? Am I that ignorant? I choose not to believe either of those, yet there are days I just shake my head at myself and wonder when I will choose not to poke the bear. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Why do we enjoy that after spanking feeling? That tenderness that may last for a few hours or a day or two after a well spanked bottom? What is it about that feeling that makes me feel so loved and cherished? Why will we sacrifice our butts and upper thighs for that feeling? I often really wonder about that because in the moment of a well deserved spanking, I truly just have no idea how I got into this lifestyle in the first place.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjPhFJGqgm0vl3YcIBmKoeIRONy9NhTPEH2KMId0TjF_fjAsWwZYDTz4mYyBkqufcNCJ4c7CH7wiKROeoLazryQW9FO9ZmVlv8jHL-QAWBJMSkBaMKYwLo4Ve7wBaZh6aWcgFtD1iLYMv6m5-kgYTHrLKcZyZ__fisvzHeM-nNo2s0zPT-C8tmVasNxrg=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjPhFJGqgm0vl3YcIBmKoeIRONy9NhTPEH2KMId0TjF_fjAsWwZYDTz4mYyBkqufcNCJ4c7CH7wiKROeoLazryQW9FO9ZmVlv8jHL-QAWBJMSkBaMKYwLo4Ve7wBaZh6aWcgFtD1iLYMv6m5-kgYTHrLKcZyZ__fisvzHeM-nNo2s0zPT-C8tmVasNxrg=w200-h200" width="200" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />Lastly, why do certain implements do it for some, but not for others? Why do I loathe Loopy, but can tolerate Bertha? Why does leather make most of us fear and tremble and also make us puddle at the same time. There is just so much that we can take with one implement, but could take another all day long. Is it physiological or physical or mental or spiritual? I wonder what the thoughts or emotions are behind it all? And why do their hands just seem so hard and callous one minute and so soft and gentle the next?</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">So, below, feel free to answer. I know some of you are not bloggers, but you are into DD and I just really am curious how you would answer these questions. Feel free to let me know in the comments below or if you'd prefer an email. Help answer my questions and ease my thoughts that I am not alone in my wondering.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">--Baker</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-18923881459234924782022-01-09T05:00:00.002-06:002022-01-09T14:05:08.437-06:00Sometimes We Need to Remember<span style="font-family: georgia;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhz-2ajC-8OEz5diR3xflO2qt7ZFu1QcMZk86wjiBFBpBa2qG6fMG0KCJGeE8Q_M3lzQb0LgCHkHLq_pS9akF-dZwKFIJO1QJdsdgsXMwFL6Cebz6_HfiAHatf9SL7hqX_U8gx0gf640O4mR6kzosjBabzC6MTC0wIwTEAijXvV07BDnK-ljRgzOCK6Cw=s700" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="700" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhz-2ajC-8OEz5diR3xflO2qt7ZFu1QcMZk86wjiBFBpBa2qG6fMG0KCJGeE8Q_M3lzQb0LgCHkHLq_pS9akF-dZwKFIJO1QJdsdgsXMwFL6Cebz6_HfiAHatf9SL7hqX_U8gx0gf640O4mR6kzosjBabzC6MTC0wIwTEAijXvV07BDnK-ljRgzOCK6Cw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br />Sometimes when you are in the middle of something you do not always understand how it can impact your life. Like when we began DD we were just going to give it a try. See how we liked it. See if it even suited us. Hoss was reluctant to even spank at all for discipline when we began. I'm curious how many other HOH's were like that in the beginning, but now fully embrace the lifestyle. I'm also interested on who has tried this lifestyle out and decided it was not for them and why. No shame either way, just curiosity on my end. Anyway, on to today's little memory.</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">The other day, I came down to our bedroom to see Hoss for some reason or other. He had that silly grin he gets on his face that made me grin back. I love our relationship. It definitely suits us. We may not be very heavy DD like some or as light as others, but how we do marriage fits us well. Now, where exactly was I going with all of this?</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4MJTbCmcnDIsmUXoLNr7J6Mbq1s_jyHV-LYpdQmoQcijiMBMwporz2u0GBL1_UqTSwtSMY7zXAIzbhWPN5PWfm4gtkntwIRD_F1nLaTSmOv0wGiDR3D42W6LUb1PCYI-OZXRuTqC_3sVFRHzyUESEjSsjH2Fi7Ljr7yOzvBtmPHFbFjJk2yCx-j7CfA=s697" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="697" data-original-width="602" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4MJTbCmcnDIsmUXoLNr7J6Mbq1s_jyHV-LYpdQmoQcijiMBMwporz2u0GBL1_UqTSwtSMY7zXAIzbhWPN5PWfm4gtkntwIRD_F1nLaTSmOv0wGiDR3D42W6LUb1PCYI-OZXRuTqC_3sVFRHzyUESEjSsjH2Fi7Ljr7yOzvBtmPHFbFjJk2yCx-j7CfA=s320" width="276" /></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Yes, Hoss and his mischievous grin. I walked over to that sweet man and gave him a hug. He hugged me right back. I pulled away and went to grab something out of my purse that was sitting on the bed. I know better. He was too close. Hand and bum connected several times until I was almost out of breath! I tend to hold my breath when he swats though I have no idea why. Hoss finally let me up. I turned around rubbing my bum. That man had a Cheshire cat's grin from ear to ear!</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisWrLPoD_6z7RULpzbKwAES0VHHbCJzBjeS48YKNGPJjbJUKEEaiTdymjkB-e69HfdMnS0v8rxVCle9Cycaou8ZCfnYDRyqCQD0mEL8-3IllP9Rz-Ott8Lv6mLSF5g0w27fkLcm9Ovd-AiwjdCKruPJfm7OCcWMuMn7nySnVAiTSJRxw05MJiC8i2G7w=s610" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="610" data-original-width="610" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisWrLPoD_6z7RULpzbKwAES0VHHbCJzBjeS48YKNGPJjbJUKEEaiTdymjkB-e69HfdMnS0v8rxVCle9Cycaou8ZCfnYDRyqCQD0mEL8-3IllP9Rz-Ott8Lv6mLSF5g0w27fkLcm9Ovd-AiwjdCKruPJfm7OCcWMuMn7nySnVAiTSJRxw05MJiC8i2G7w=s320" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Are you quite finished?" I said in righteous indignation? (Okay, Okay! I admit it! I loved every second of it! Playful fun and all!)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">"I don't think so. I think I've got a lot more where that came from." Hoss said as he came towards me. I backed up, giggling the whole way. He had me pinned against the bedroom door in no time. He wrapped his arms around me and began squeezing my hind cheeks hard. "No, I think, we need some more of this!" </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Kissing me hard on the lips I felt ready for anything. That sweet man could have practically did anything and I would have been mush in his hands. He undid my jeans and then and slid my panties down. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">"You aren't going anywhere now." </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Those words had me. That smile had me. Before I knew it we were having some very nice "exercise." Read sex, but we call it exercise. I cannot exactly remember why, but I'm pretty sure it's because of the kids. It's not like we can outright say, "Mom and Dad need to go have sex now, you run along..." can we?</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjak9Fu3yChJMBGJcGU949ALR0CrnAorBxHsoTa-gPKHVQmUVJMZe87Elul_FvNo51D4IAe-aP-7V2pqWkv72pb8-uh8a5oqOnhKO7ye6gh2Ipd1iouj1Srq_MiFXtrgQna93RtVKUDfSQ9YPlT4EVuaOCdFwg-LF1b3ZuZ41xXPDtiv8Vp0H-l4vwGWw=s2560" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="2560" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjak9Fu3yChJMBGJcGU949ALR0CrnAorBxHsoTa-gPKHVQmUVJMZe87Elul_FvNo51D4IAe-aP-7V2pqWkv72pb8-uh8a5oqOnhKO7ye6gh2Ipd1iouj1Srq_MiFXtrgQna93RtVKUDfSQ9YPlT4EVuaOCdFwg-LF1b3ZuZ41xXPDtiv8Vp0H-l4vwGWw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Now, these are the types of things people who are not in this lifestyle do not understand about DD. This is what it's about. It's not just discipline and spanking and corner time. It's not all about rules and consequences or always about submission and obedience. Though it is also about those things, just not always. It's about using this tool to strengthen your relationship with one another. To make the marriage fun and fulfilling. We learn to be more open with ourselves. The marriage truly becomes one flesh. It's all encompassing. Yes, there's spankings and discipline. Obedience and submission. But the love all those things bring together is what makes it work. At least here. In the Carlisle Home. We find love and a whole lot of fun! We hope you do too. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">--Baker</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Oops! Just realized I published this on Sunday and not Monday. Please forgive me!</span></div>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-16804809647675130962022-01-06T05:00:00.010-06:002022-01-06T05:00:00.182-06:00SWAK<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhspg6w0ExDH_JDzpPIWjsO0d8vCVit8UjChcfyOgagiqPrtjxz9B6rkuLsXs-NxuI0toNTDd6jIyo_Td6KbjjoNYdeOhPiBBMALJGKPgO26Ea6oBqqV2s9_z0tKgjmGr-dlFqNz10-yIHw-R-inpfx1NpCDacMuq8dOFIgwqhi6lG9zJKFS63t1NPLEA=s630" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="630" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhspg6w0ExDH_JDzpPIWjsO0d8vCVit8UjChcfyOgagiqPrtjxz9B6rkuLsXs-NxuI0toNTDd6jIyo_Td6KbjjoNYdeOhPiBBMALJGKPgO26Ea6oBqqV2s9_z0tKgjmGr-dlFqNz10-yIHw-R-inpfx1NpCDacMuq8dOFIgwqhi6lG9zJKFS63t1NPLEA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>So one of the things I have struggled with a lot since I had my stroke 16 months ago is interchanging words. I have called the sink the fridge. Or said content instead of consent. This happens several times a day if not sometimes several times an hour. It can be very annoying to a words girl like me. I know this is normal for some, but I struggle with it because it is not normal for me. I literally am a walking talking goofball some days with word finding adventures left and right. But a few days ago, I goofed up a word that had us all giggling.<p></p><p>Disclaimer: We do not purposely speak about our children because this blog typically has nothing to do with them. But today's story is just a funny one. Our youngest daughter was the culprit in this little story. And remember this was all in good fun i,e. no children were actually hurt in this post. (Grin😀)</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBgEv2bmGUiOzI7p71GSJgZxQwUzYEBy--Rhyb-rOd3OTQBuWYm0vfoKRp2TAZhS3ImYSklj1EXeL_Jc1Ovr70PgJRDRl6hbcY3wcydph8uQSg0GScS6vYTq-o_blA7ED_VVUD-8ItEmI_l0wHasztLLtX2C-17SSxtYh5wvu9dkWYXalX6A9ujOTT-Q=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="673" data-original-width="1200" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBgEv2bmGUiOzI7p71GSJgZxQwUzYEBy--Rhyb-rOd3OTQBuWYm0vfoKRp2TAZhS3ImYSklj1EXeL_Jc1Ovr70PgJRDRl6hbcY3wcydph8uQSg0GScS6vYTq-o_blA7ED_VVUD-8ItEmI_l0wHasztLLtX2C-17SSxtYh5wvu9dkWYXalX6A9ujOTT-Q=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br />Our daughter was innocently watching TV. As occasionally our children will do she was actually leaning over the back of the couch, rump stuck out and her chin was resting on her hands. Why a child could find this particular position comfort is beyond me! Seriously, this is the last position I would ever think comfortable to rest in. But, alas there she was in what I would call a spanking position and worse yet one I find myself in all too often! <p></p><p>I could not help myself. I walked by and gave her a playful swat on her backside. It was a bit hard, but it was all in good fun! And she's a spitfire teenager and I knew she would immediately wouldn't have expected her sweet momma! After all, I'm such an innocent, unsuspecting type of person! Well, she flung her whole body around ready to attack what she assumed was a sibling to find little old me laughing my head off! Now, I'm sure I saw what I look like when Hoss unexpectedly catches me by surprise!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi341mclQ_rgWMsLkRnrzUsUthys6tB_0yaBKz3UJKc4FjAanwnAqf5ftoauf490scN1h6UNdeVKwbUlNNDftP16D8o-rDpxy0D7tTBbw4WW1zt90lhzcUU8Be03V5KN22tKDlo6T5NNgxoIPHj23hXv1AWHoDSn4C3LK99qiQSs2a6usrQXtHLM7mTiA=s576" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="249" data-original-width="576" height="138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi341mclQ_rgWMsLkRnrzUsUthys6tB_0yaBKz3UJKc4FjAanwnAqf5ftoauf490scN1h6UNdeVKwbUlNNDftP16D8o-rDpxy0D7tTBbw4WW1zt90lhzcUU8Be03V5KN22tKDlo6T5NNgxoIPHj23hXv1AWHoDSn4C3LK99qiQSs2a6usrQXtHLM7mTiA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br />Now, this child is a particularly good sport. She laughed and immediately tried to get me back! I told her that she would need to grow some before thinking she could take on swaking her dear mom. Yes, here it comes...the snafu in my language. Yes, I said swaking. I giggled realizing my mistake. <p></p><p>She, the sassy child she is, made a silly face and rolled her eyes. "I think you mean swatting, Mom!" I seriously wonder where my children get their sassiness from? Could it possibly be from Hoss? Hmmm....I'll get back to you on that one!</p><p>I rolled my eyes right back at her. We were enjoying the moment. She said that there was no such thing as a swaking, but I corrected her. Who knew this was not in my child's vocabulary. She was shocked when I said it was a real thing. I told her next time I would seal it with a kiss! I then kissed my hand and went in for another swat! We both ended up giggling as we attempted to avoid one another's swats or swaks. I think sometimes those little word mix-ups can really be a great taste of normal for all of us! </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjKn80QBUhZj44M8-gTqtMjzHOZjbzrybbrf9BinkGeQ-j_DeRDfGnUlpAK5DjTSNZMKd5nBVUdmjh4QvRl9tnfWvp_w4RgPY3GpUicpYOqUKqMv_0TGu3oFZG4IvBCBO6QpAjiLApvvm74ZDnN0khpN3ri5Akgbq79aWMtGGtBVQGXGNq6VLGnYuACSQ=s307" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="307" data-original-width="307" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjKn80QBUhZj44M8-gTqtMjzHOZjbzrybbrf9BinkGeQ-j_DeRDfGnUlpAK5DjTSNZMKd5nBVUdmjh4QvRl9tnfWvp_w4RgPY3GpUicpYOqUKqMv_0TGu3oFZG4IvBCBO6QpAjiLApvvm74ZDnN0khpN3ri5Akgbq79aWMtGGtBVQGXGNq6VLGnYuACSQ" width="307" /></a></div>So what do you think? Maybe next time I feel like telling Hoss to "kiss my butt," (teasingly of course) I'll ask him to SWAK me instead!<p></p><p>--Baker</p>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-19996956302442869042022-01-03T05:00:00.001-06:002022-01-03T05:00:00.183-06:00Huggable Spankings?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcz-Ec26eiR8gXqvdOvaoHnxSZknknDVgw7F61liPWwlytKSIbF0fgLlyBS2Vg8wr1c_WRoLGIx-nJ0du30EQFFoku00QDSX36a5k7owovaNeIOdwRJlh77yeexqIh5DTQ9HnkZNddOA_7_AO4-9ChYvk7z_D7CLRZcdbXuC16aRv6ja61DFg27b1vsw=s855" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="425" data-original-width="855" height="159" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcz-Ec26eiR8gXqvdOvaoHnxSZknknDVgw7F61liPWwlytKSIbF0fgLlyBS2Vg8wr1c_WRoLGIx-nJ0du30EQFFoku00QDSX36a5k7owovaNeIOdwRJlh77yeexqIh5DTQ9HnkZNddOA_7_AO4-9ChYvk7z_D7CLRZcdbXuC16aRv6ja61DFg27b1vsw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br />My man, Hoss, is definitely an interesting and creative guy. He comes up with interesting and creative ways to spank as well. I know that many of you find that difficult to believe seeing how calm and laid back he can be about most things. He is a kind man and he does give yours truly quite a few chances to fix my attitude or get something accomplished in a reasonable amount of time before he reacts. But folks, there are times when enough is enough and my sweet man, puts his complete alpha male persona on and then watch out because someone is in for a spanking and most likely that someone is me! <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJU4nDv8YDKzANkE7ZkvupCKypkNneGGNI5nZEeVrd3Jj4n-WJsz1i8HNrTGSMVTmP3u1sQ-QvLlixMQBtzeazUiDMVqHonIbxQJ8j9pMx7DExKLD2YrjAakN7E3mHt7ZBOMpDk1zDsyM7zO564vcK3U9CfAI_GtPGc8ScF9mrF_gjLxRpfmMULhzvdg=s1080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJU4nDv8YDKzANkE7ZkvupCKypkNneGGNI5nZEeVrd3Jj4n-WJsz1i8HNrTGSMVTmP3u1sQ-QvLlixMQBtzeazUiDMVqHonIbxQJ8j9pMx7DExKLD2YrjAakN7E3mHt7ZBOMpDk1zDsyM7zO564vcK3U9CfAI_GtPGc8ScF9mrF_gjLxRpfmMULhzvdg=s320" width="320" /></a></div>A few days ago Hoss and I were cleaning our bedroom. This does not happen very often as our room is probably the last room to get a thorough cleaning, but it was one of the things Hoss had on his long list of tasks to get done between Christmas and the New Year. So he was busy cleaning and I was busy sulking because going through last year's mail was the last thing I wanted to do. I had other tasks I wanted to do and well I was quickly working myself up into a tizzy. Why? Hormones, stress, lack of sleep???? To be quite honest, I have no idea what possessed me to continue to "poke the bear". We were really both in a good mood, but I was definitely letting the task at hand bring that mood down quickly.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgc-TEN1I64L8iGOI8swOGOaHawIP05QJ6dNp4pdY58nkIsAYvSkl6NIWZOiabrWXXvEctB07J2T7ArQsds9dgzVBG7CN4czeqX6u2QBDOgE_FlFy3yxGf7VBiIuErYpKA5UE9KLFnVrxj6F67qiTAP2OYluy-x3o82LlCvIAPJ5L70zsRm02DMQ7Aiug=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgc-TEN1I64L8iGOI8swOGOaHawIP05QJ6dNp4pdY58nkIsAYvSkl6NIWZOiabrWXXvEctB07J2T7ArQsds9dgzVBG7CN4czeqX6u2QBDOgE_FlFy3yxGf7VBiIuErYpKA5UE9KLFnVrxj6F67qiTAP2OYluy-x3o82LlCvIAPJ5L70zsRm02DMQ7Aiug=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>I am not certain what snide remark actually, "broke the camels back," so to speak, but Hoss said something to the effect that he had, had enough and he made a bee line to retrieve Bertha from her special hiding spot. Now, to Hoss' defense, I was being quite the pill. He had asked me nicely quite a few times to watch my attitude, but I guess I was not in the mood to heed such sage advice. I was immediately sobered up and began to ask for a reprieve once I realized he was NOT joking. Apologies were everywhere. But my man. My sweet man. He was on a mission to remind his wife who was in charge of our marriage. And ladies if you feel sorry for me, don't. I deserved everything I was about to get. Hoss is patient, but his patience has limits too.</p><p>Bertha was retrieved and I sat down eyeing him. This immediate consequence thing was not something I was particularly use to lately. Definitely since way before I was sick last year. I sat there until he told me to stand up. Then I did something equally unheard of. I said, "No." He laughed. We both knew that it really didn't matter what I said. This was going to happen. Seeing I was not going to just bend over the bed and accept some well deserved discipline. I stood up and wrapped my arms around giving my man a huge hug and playfully swatting at him. I was trying to change the mood and seeing he had laughed, I was hoping that maybe he would put that mean looking bath brush back into the nether regions never to be seen or heard from again.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7rkY000Nn3OgyKXB5Hy6ABppNkKfABQFpVmvKlKtjvE0xuNvk5bpYjhMaI2sd6DoYmGjsBuTu8hWK6cNegBsvGLbHj9EILmBDPAwNeWNbYpaFaJqg35pDM2gL0Ii7IVCt3M6Sakadod1vNJLgMuKfM44L_rLs5KlJEW2kll9YrYuxuz7kcNyrmG5vBg=s220" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="170" data-original-width="220" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7rkY000Nn3OgyKXB5Hy6ABppNkKfABQFpVmvKlKtjvE0xuNvk5bpYjhMaI2sd6DoYmGjsBuTu8hWK6cNegBsvGLbHj9EILmBDPAwNeWNbYpaFaJqg35pDM2gL0Ii7IVCt3M6Sakadod1vNJLgMuKfM44L_rLs5KlJEW2kll9YrYuxuz7kcNyrmG5vBg" width="220" /></a></div>Now, for those of you who do not know me well or perhaps have not read my blog or for those needing a refresher. I am not known well for accepting discipline as easily as I should. I know. We have been doing this for almost six years but there are days I still fall short in having any sort of natural obedience or submission. I admit it. I am not gracefully punished. I am sometimes spanked with resistance in attitude and actions. Hoss and I both know this is something that should no longer challenge us, but it does and yes, I've been spanked for it on occasion.<p></p><p>Today though, my delay tactics were not met with the same counter tactics as normal. There would be no time in the corner or negotiations. No, today Hoss had the upper hand and I had no idea what I was walking into. I was trying to apologize and hug it out so to speak. Hoss hugged me back with one arm effectively pinning me against his body. The other yielded Bertha with precision that should not be allowable when getting a bear hug from one's man. I was pinned. I squirmed. I wiggled. I fought to get free. He hugged me harder and spanked away. I was stunned. At a total loss at what to do. I hugged him harder simply due to not having the ability to push away from him. The thing was I was getting exactly what I deserved for my sour attitude and sass. I was getting the reset I needed and yet I wasn't fighting against Hoss so much as myself. I hate to admit when I am wrong and my stubbornness is my downfall in these types of situations I find myself in...</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiRJmTm-EOoHLzoR1WB1Brcu-fSYwKxx3MJylMaVMu5XMFlGU2gnpk0HznbRF5krDnv-ipT9rd5hX8c5TAA0zAoaBDfQHjo-tPUyDU2uC1Rp62ysuR7YzEOdvtnqm4ETdV_DeZ1-11hNk4q0nLMOLolmgE-JSxzmBpF5avci5G5rMPvRbDkIgSm0yMmuw=s900" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="697" data-original-width="900" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiRJmTm-EOoHLzoR1WB1Brcu-fSYwKxx3MJylMaVMu5XMFlGU2gnpk0HznbRF5krDnv-ipT9rd5hX8c5TAA0zAoaBDfQHjo-tPUyDU2uC1Rp62ysuR7YzEOdvtnqm4ETdV_DeZ1-11hNk4q0nLMOLolmgE-JSxzmBpF5avci5G5rMPvRbDkIgSm0yMmuw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br />Hoss is talented. He knew when he had defeated my attitude. The struggled hardly left when he miraculously and mercifully stopped spanking. I used to need a lot longer spanking to curb my attitude and stubbornness, but now? Barely a dozen swats and I was a pile of mush. Maybe we've both grown after all? He continued hugging me, speaking words of encouragement, but also reminding me he was done with the attitude and snarky remarks. He released me and put Bertha away. I wiped tears from my eyes with one hand and rubbed my bum with the other. Once Bertha was secured Hoss gently hugged me again, but this time grabbing both bum cheeks and squeezing them tightly. "Maybe now, you'll stop when I tell you to stop." I gently swatted his arm and he laughed. I love my man's laugh, it's heartfelt and genuine.<p></p><p>Hoss can be so funny sometimes. He knew that a serious spanking was not needed. He knew I needed a reset more than anything. He provided it in a gentle (not so gentle) reminder with a hug!</p><p>--Baker</p><p>PS I have missed being here and have made it my New Year's goal to try and post on Mondays and Thursdays. Help remind </p>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-71753397722139206252022-01-01T20:53:00.000-06:002022-01-01T20:53:26.294-06:00Happy 2022!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCG2rlbUkrOQLEfbAGKW7J-VxaLqbuyK5iR-aUO80m-U_019idw8XE3NZkhQOD4yZroxiykPqm0PQguQEo8bl7_X8Nn2gieuK_XM8hTPOPIjyGJ6Y7yyrZPLRNW0cwvt8mmrmFPkjelBCVu6wdxc7a1-O-6kqW0khLVD_QAcoMmDZ2ekXxEVl1LpF6yQ=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCG2rlbUkrOQLEfbAGKW7J-VxaLqbuyK5iR-aUO80m-U_019idw8XE3NZkhQOD4yZroxiykPqm0PQguQEo8bl7_X8Nn2gieuK_XM8hTPOPIjyGJ6Y7yyrZPLRNW0cwvt8mmrmFPkjelBCVu6wdxc7a1-O-6kqW0khLVD_QAcoMmDZ2ekXxEVl1LpF6yQ=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Happy New Year to you all! We pray you have a blessed year! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">--Hoss and Baker</span></p>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-14389471086847143182021-11-01T13:33:00.000-05:002021-11-01T13:33:38.396-05:00Neglected Blog, Again<p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Ugh, I've all but left everyone out in the cold, abandoned, neglected. I feel awful that I have not been around to blog, comment or anything, but I also know that my energies are going toward my husband and family, to the here and now, to healing to my fullest.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">My sweet Hoss and I are still chugging along learning even after five and a half years living this lifestyle. I wish I had a particularly interesting spanking story with some sort of moral lesson to share. I mean that's what I should be blogging about anyways, right? I do need to keep the blogging up, it's good for me. It definitely helps me process through all the interesting things I learn through this process. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDjCHFv-VUcHkH7Rc28NVBqK4UM6SpLm16KkSIjtYTv-_x4n4HaOkilRZnP_vnqG_qfh4K0kWcTHaBJCeK5UMtuDmM-hcM9dZlZ3EkE-7-gvG0E3GkLC4pbOjRaAOhNQ2Xi2XfTx2t7bpn/s768/Blog_Featured-Image_Blogiversary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="446" data-original-width="768" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDjCHFv-VUcHkH7Rc28NVBqK4UM6SpLm16KkSIjtYTv-_x4n4HaOkilRZnP_vnqG_qfh4K0kWcTHaBJCeK5UMtuDmM-hcM9dZlZ3EkE-7-gvG0E3GkLC4pbOjRaAOhNQ2Xi2XfTx2t7bpn/s320/Blog_Featured-Image_Blogiversary.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Today is our five year blogging anniversary. I know I am not here like I should be, but I do think of my friends and readers often and wish I could be here more. Thanks for all of those who have hung with us, prayed for us, and loved and commented over the last five years.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">So Happy Blogiversary to our little blog in blogland!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Hugs and lots of love,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">--Hoss and Baker</span></p>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-63778392257595763212021-04-06T20:32:00.000-05:002021-04-06T20:32:10.866-05:00Answering Your Thought Provoking Questions (Round 2)<p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjax6GOWdVCA2I8l3V6r-LAs-WNkF8g2OZepR_ahKqKXSiBIUg0XVGBdBfDu4ZoZK1zYsUv8fVcBsIjK6o6UEthLqVh0Lc3EmAzZ3h-wSxAItS2Lb8WkmOw6PI_tJe86KttW7_yEz3iVRL0/s291/questoin+face.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="291" data-original-width="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjax6GOWdVCA2I8l3V6r-LAs-WNkF8g2OZepR_ahKqKXSiBIUg0XVGBdBfDu4ZoZK1zYsUv8fVcBsIjK6o6UEthLqVh0Lc3EmAzZ3h-wSxAItS2Lb8WkmOw6PI_tJe86KttW7_yEz3iVRL0/s0/questoin+face.png" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br />Here we go again, woot woot! Second set of questions coming right up...</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Yes, I know, I should have had this out before the end of March, but life marched right all over my plans, so you get the April version. It's all good.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">So without further adieu, here we go.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Fondles asks this thought provoking question:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">"Hurray. You know I'm asking everyone this - Would you name 3 implements that are employed regularly (or have been in the past) besides the hand, on your behind, and rank them in order of preference pls:)"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><i></i></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhjTcaY6Ozh6BHI0sR26SjDkmg6HIt1FV9okW4ukts0-O19SQqdiciAJL5Psv9OVKvx-uhfCXWWyeAY02GVkeJnULXwtYLjw4EBpC5lcxaV3lBnTcFguJoUFJerZHWTocqADCULLMBAvgV/s705/ask+away.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="705" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhjTcaY6Ozh6BHI0sR26SjDkmg6HIt1FV9okW4ukts0-O19SQqdiciAJL5Psv9OVKvx-uhfCXWWyeAY02GVkeJnULXwtYLjw4EBpC5lcxaV3lBnTcFguJoUFJerZHWTocqADCULLMBAvgV/s320/ask+away.png" /></a></i></b></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><i><br />Okay, well I believe most of you know, prior to me getting sick that Bertha and Loopy were definitely the most used implements. Since then though we have found I have not gained the tolerance for those particular implements. We are not sure if that is due to my medications or just needing more time to recuperate, or what exactly. So right now his hand or a wooden spoon are just about it. </i></b></span><p></p><p><b style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>Going back to your question though, I would say that Bertha still ranks as one of our favorites. I know, a bath brush should not be considered a favorite. Except in our case it is because it was one of our first implements we tried. Why? I would have to see if I blogged out why we choose Bertha, but we did. </i></b></p><p><b style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>Loopy is way down on my list of favorite. If I cursed this would be the one implement that would have the most wretched name imaginable, but I don't curse, so I digress. Loopy hurts. Let's just say that and we will pretend Loopy does NOT exist.</i></b></p><p><b style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>So you know my top favorite (Bertha) and my least favorite (Loopy), but I would have to say the few times I've experienced the belt or a strap I'd say I actually liked the feel of those. The sensation is different and I feel like the burn is less stingy. I can deal with thud better than a stingy sensation. Like when we tried a plastic hanger (always looking for something super quiet due to kids being around) I hated the sting. It was awful. I can handle a hanger if I'm wearing jeans because it hurts, but doesn't feel like someone just dipped my bum in scalding hot water. I hope that makes sense. Wow, that was long winded. Sorry about that.</i></b></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Okay the other question I have to answer is from Ronnie. Ronnie asks, "Baker hi, I cost was not a factor, where in the world would you and Hoss most like to visit?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><i></i></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgegAjZfI1t5Y7Uiz5GvNP1S3zt1KS4en2rFhLqbWmV_Z6JG7mcQtYdCL75XTvRe5s9LsUEkRxyiH3OBUEKBRK8HTtH01hiCzTKnsLw7uIZP3uwUe2oEDatFyzdmB3uBqBOW2XNKBed2fVr/s500/cuddly+koala.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="251" data-original-width="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgegAjZfI1t5Y7Uiz5GvNP1S3zt1KS4en2rFhLqbWmV_Z6JG7mcQtYdCL75XTvRe5s9LsUEkRxyiH3OBUEKBRK8HTtH01hiCzTKnsLw7uIZP3uwUe2oEDatFyzdmB3uBqBOW2XNKBed2fVr/s320/cuddly+koala.jpg" width="320" /></a></i></b></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><i><br />I would definitely say that Hoss and I really have discussed going to Alaska. But our (got to fly there) would be Australia as Lindy is there (and a short plane ride to New Zealand to visit Roz). We love the idea, but again, I believe I may have mentioned it before, the fear of flying is a bit overwhelming for me. Hoss has flown a few times before, but it truly scares me to death. </i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">So there you all have it. A little bit of Q and A has come to an end. I'm doing my best to get into the land every few days, but last week just got away from me. I will try harder this week. Hugs to you all and thanks so much for stopping in. Bye!</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">--Baker</span></p><p><b style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></b></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478826536181113761.post-64410889626736510572021-03-28T18:08:00.000-05:002021-03-28T18:08:25.346-05:00Answering Your Thought Provoking Questions! (Round1)<p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Hey, you all! I hope you are having a good Sunday afternoon. As I promised, I have some questions from some of you to answer. I'm still taking questions, so if you are so inclined, ask away!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">First off, from Morningstar. She asks the following:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">"My question is probably pretty dumb.... But when I first started reading your blog I always pictured you in the kitchen baking (I have NO imagination - grinning) so my question is....do you bake? And if not why the nick Baker?"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgptHM6RxL399W0JmF2G__FUY7DCtGvxtD34WnoH1k-axFfDX0qNXkrTAs8nlnPpTStk3bETTnLcrg4v3zYT4ryrxfAFbhgjhEL4aQntlqKkIYGPobePtFMdqhYf7Aa0DWLaqZ1RWEQkyJ9/s2048/baker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgptHM6RxL399W0JmF2G__FUY7DCtGvxtD34WnoH1k-axFfDX0qNXkrTAs8nlnPpTStk3bETTnLcrg4v3zYT4ryrxfAFbhgjhEL4aQntlqKkIYGPobePtFMdqhYf7Aa0DWLaqZ1RWEQkyJ9/s320/baker.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Okay, Morningstar, not to be ultra boring or anything, but I absolutely love to bake. It's not a former career or anything, more of a hobby I have when I need to do something to keep me busy. I also bake a lot with our kids. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Now, that said, I do not glean the name Baker from baking. I actually picked that name because of a mentor I had when I used to work. She was a small spunky lady in her mid-40s, old enough to be my mom when I met her. I called her by her last name, Baker, all the time. We all did because her first name was common and she was by no means a common lady. I felt like her zany personality and boldness were not something I could ever be. I wrote a post on it once a long, long time ago. The full story is in that post: <a href="https://oursweetapproach.blogspot.com/2017/01/whats-in-name.html" target="_blank">https://oursweetapproach.blogspot.com/2017/01/whats-in-name.html</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Question #2 coming right up. Okay, PK, here we go:</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">"It has been awhile since you've blogged and there are always new people out there. My question is, could you give a quick review of how TTWD works in your marriage?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinQxgRE27eOWnV9ifJqBORphtwStFwe5Yfv9Fd9CdqC2p6GBq3CpiUVXSLs3QywtiOdVM3KKyKsub-3tFgCUZFygKKfPJNtMcK38ZTbGc-XxfmzXf5kWrqpLw1DgZC_Nod8pG9O5qD-avP/s220/29520074bba74c3e5394a7657df75480--domestic-discipline-submissive-wife.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="170" data-original-width="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinQxgRE27eOWnV9ifJqBORphtwStFwe5Yfv9Fd9CdqC2p6GBq3CpiUVXSLs3QywtiOdVM3KKyKsub-3tFgCUZFygKKfPJNtMcK38ZTbGc-XxfmzXf5kWrqpLw1DgZC_Nod8pG9O5qD-avP/s0/29520074bba74c3e5394a7657df75480--domestic-discipline-submissive-wife.jpg" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br />Well, TTWD works differently in all marriages. I doubt ours is anything particularly unique, but I will try to answer this to the best of my ability. Hoss is the HOH. I would not really say I'm a true submissive. I struggle with that term, but I definitely try my best (most days) to submit. I have done much better relying on him the last eight months due to being sick and he has more than lived up to the title of HOH. We have had our ups and downs over the years (inconsistent at times), but we have found DD works best. We are both happiest when we are in a good DD rhythm. I hope I explained that well. Kind of hard to put it into words sometimes.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQoASR7E2vg3-ddaEw0zEi-S6ktFC3BXU6wAH6AlYXdgzjDJ6xIJ2iQYl9t_JPO1bXfw3afKxaz2JygsmktLSE8Nt0h1DfO1cWfBpkQZat7pmIK7ExBWurdeP4btObb8MSH0TJDQw3Z20s/s500/51m8wvbyNeL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="342" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQoASR7E2vg3-ddaEw0zEi-S6ktFC3BXU6wAH6AlYXdgzjDJ6xIJ2iQYl9t_JPO1bXfw3afKxaz2JygsmktLSE8Nt0h1DfO1cWfBpkQZat7pmIK7ExBWurdeP4btObb8MSH0TJDQw3Z20s/s320/51m8wvbyNeL.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">(Shout out to PK's latest book!)</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Roz's question is up next. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">"Firstly, are you taking care of yourself and getting plenty of rest? The answer better be yes:)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I know you and Hoss have a very busy life with a large brood, but if you could get away together anywhere in the world where would you choose?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Do you have an all time favorite movie?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Well, I am taking care of myself and trying to get plenty of rest. When I do not do those things Hoss makes sure I do (smiling/not smiling, lol). So, yes!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvIAwJrFnXi28G-B74SZxam7Mq9bXQiSNzGfbOahy4KF_kyTJdpnQ16RjeEtNXgUUG_ds91Dm4M0wC9s8l4A_VE9fT2Bx8ZfnDIVoeYyf3I4nsJxsNpHdUW9NE3tengPinp5fxlO0ijzgz/s1000/cades+cove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="653" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvIAwJrFnXi28G-B74SZxam7Mq9bXQiSNzGfbOahy4KF_kyTJdpnQ16RjeEtNXgUUG_ds91Dm4M0wC9s8l4A_VE9fT2Bx8ZfnDIVoeYyf3I4nsJxsNpHdUW9NE3tengPinp5fxlO0ijzgz/s320/cades+cove.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br />We both love nature, hiking and the mountains. Our honeymoon was in Tennessee in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Beautiful place. But we have two places we have discussed visiting for our 20th wedding anniversary next year. One being Alaska and the other being Australia. Lindy Lou (a sweet blogging friend) is pulling for Australia. One big issue is I do NOT fly. Well, I have NEVER flown, and it scares me to death to even think about it. I have been reassured it's safe. But that's another story in and of itself.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUg4Tw0ZgpCAC6RxmqTVPHoD0gLMPeYjSFD2EMVH-g3xHXx0nk20ZfrBJxk_4f7eATSXE46LiBpzjRIeRcZdoyibkmRnQ9uZWE6G1bSBZ4SDrE5-ogWfCFyOB6uHg55t9INN0UePpG0MdZ/s2048/remember+the+titams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUg4Tw0ZgpCAC6RxmqTVPHoD0gLMPeYjSFD2EMVH-g3xHXx0nk20ZfrBJxk_4f7eATSXE46LiBpzjRIeRcZdoyibkmRnQ9uZWE6G1bSBZ4SDrE5-ogWfCFyOB6uHg55t9INN0UePpG0MdZ/w150-h200/remember+the+titams.jpg" width="150" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipIT-5rtOzuWoUw4lX-2pD_N8gjZm1NL5O1p452dXqBMiP1rITq5AQDDQieEgEjP62u_3P_apiRLodchFlhCCCwoSqpgIJjomJkuSQm5GSLDSa-8oFLadwyhdMDgo84edoow3gOmykSOKc/s1480/steel+magnolias.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1480" data-original-width="1000" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipIT-5rtOzuWoUw4lX-2pD_N8gjZm1NL5O1p452dXqBMiP1rITq5AQDDQieEgEjP62u_3P_apiRLodchFlhCCCwoSqpgIJjomJkuSQm5GSLDSa-8oFLadwyhdMDgo84edoow3gOmykSOKc/w135-h200/steel+magnolias.jpg" width="135" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhofTFS1oWGOuAVBTtVa9rLLDB4nofwmZNHiQaXnWZxe096qgS6mmNUmL0r9qBEs3LOgKYlfw205Mo4pqtXYVJMfm1_aapT_wLZ_7b8HktBpGgHAMzfclPbYtemM7qSXAgvhIZoCQLujD_T/s385/Beaches_-_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="385" data-original-width="259" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhofTFS1oWGOuAVBTtVa9rLLDB4nofwmZNHiQaXnWZxe096qgS6mmNUmL0r9qBEs3LOgKYlfw205Mo4pqtXYVJMfm1_aapT_wLZ_7b8HktBpGgHAMzfclPbYtemM7qSXAgvhIZoCQLujD_T/w134-h200/Beaches_-_poster.jpg" width="134" /></a></div><br />Favorite movie....Hoss and I both love sports movies. We have watched several, but I am not sure which would be our favorite....maybe Remember the Titans. If you are just asking me....probably Beaches or Steel Magnolias. I preface this part by saying I rarely watch movies and tend to watch the good ones over and over again. I am also into the land of older teens, mid teens and a few elementary kids so we tend to watch what they want. I'm not a huge fan of TV and movies, so unless they or Hoss suggest something I probably would not watch it anyway.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I have two more questions and will try to get to those soon. If you have additional questions, let me know, and I will add them to my list. Or if something did not make sense, feel free to ask for clarification. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Have a great day!</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">--Baker </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654399899358402634noreply@blogger.com16