Thursday, September 26, 2019

Over His Lap For A Slap Slap Slap

You know when things are really tense?  When it just seems like the whole family is in survival mode?  Maybe you get irritated easier than you normally would...or perhaps people just rub you the wrong way?  Well, I was having a little bit of one of those days earlier this week.  And well, Hoss had a slightly different way of handling things.
Now, I just want to clarify to everyone out there, that I'm typically a very angelic wife (now, no snickering).  Hoss would say and has said often that he enjoys me sassy.  I cannot blame him that he sometimes thinks my sass goes a teeny bit too far (I can hear you giggling from here!)  I like to keep his life as interesting as possible.  I mean a houseful of kids cannot be quite as entertaining as one might think.  Add a quirky wife that has a sassy mouth, and well, things can be far more exciting!

"Okay, I hear you, settle down already and tell the story, Baker."

You all are a rather impatient lot, that's for sure!
The other night we were trying to get caught up on a bit of maintenance.  Well, Hoss has this thing that he does that drives me absolutely wild.

NO!  Not that.  Come on, "Exercising," is pretty wild sometimes, but I'm not talking about that.
No, that man of mine likes to let me, "Pick," my implement.  Now, with a houseful of people that typically screams Lulu (aka Loopy).  But I had no intention of reaching for that horrible thing.  I was not, "feeling it," for Bertha either.  And the thing was we really had minimal people in our home.  The ones that were here were way on the other side of the house and quite deeply engrossed in a movie. I could pretty much choose anything. 

Sigh, I could have picked something loud or quiet.  It truly would not have mattered.  The thing was... I did not want to have anything warm my tushy.  I was tired.  I simply wanted to curl up in bed and go to sleep with my husband cheering on his favorite football team in the background.  For those of you wondering, "Yes, I can sleep when it's loud." 

Well, back to my story.  (I know...finally, right?)  I turned to Hoss and told him as sweetly as possible that I had no interest in picking out an implement of any kind.  That I felt it was best to choose...his hand!

Now, a full on spanking with Hoss' hand has not happened in ages.  It is simply unheard of here.  But I asked and he said, "Sure."  I was thinking Baker you just got off soooo easy!
I was so WRONG!

I do not know if you realize this or not, but a hand spanking....well, for one it hurts more than I remembered.  Secondly, it covers way, way, way more area than either Bertha or Lulu!  Thirdly, I think we both were surprised how red he could turn my bum in just a few slaps of his hand!  The other thing was....wait for it.....

wait for it....

wait for it.....

It also gave us the giggles!  It was actually one of the most delicious spankings I had in a very long time.  He was trying his best to make me squirm then warning me to stay still.  I was trying hard to stay still and not give him the satisfaction of making me wiggle or squeak out an ouch here or there.  We both had a really nice time and it just right.

And isn't that what it's all about anyway? 

Hope you all are having a spanking good fall!  And for our friends from down under.  I hope your spring has finally sprung!

Monday, September 16, 2019

A Few Simple Words

So last Wednesday was a really rough day for me.  Like super rough.  I did not like myself at all.  We are down to one car right now, so I am driving Hoss into work each day.  This should not be that big a deal and it really is not, but the mornings have been busier than usual because of it.  I was already feeling behind even though we really were not.  I also wanted to chat with a few friends and just be without all the pressures of the world.  Anyways, enough rambling, let me just tell you the story.
I went to make Hoss a quick breakfast and get his lunch made while he took a shower.  No real issue there.  I go to pull the coffee pot out, and realize the kids had left the instapot out from the night before.  In my haste, to get the coffee going, I moved the instapot onto the stove top.  I went about rushing around making breakfast and lunch for my sweet man, but every once in a while I would smell something burning.  I went over several times to check on the coffee and then the burner that had held the eggs.  Nothing.  Nada.  All good.  Finally as I go to look for a coffee cup I see a small bit of steam?  Smoke perhaps?  I stand there looking at our burners trying to figure out if I'd inadvertently spilled something on the burner.  Nope.  Then I look down and the light for one of my rear burners is on.  What?  I quickly realized when I had scooted the instapot over I had also turned the dial on the back burner.  My instapot was melting like the witch from the Wizard of Oz!  I moved it quickly and began to clean up the mess.
As I'm doing the clean up of the stinky sticky plastic mess fear creeps over me like a blanket I could not pull off.  Hoss and I were minutes from leaving our home to take him to work.  Round trip could be 40-45 minutes long.   All of our children and our house guest and her kiddos were sound asleep.  What would have happened had I not realized the blunder I had made.
With a heavy heart I went to tell Hoss what had happened.  His response was surprise, concern, and worry, but he said, "I'm glad you caught it.  It's going to be okay.  Accidents happen."  His words did nothing to dispel my sad heart.  Thinking of all our children and our guests at home while the fire smoldered just made me sick to my stomach.  It hurt my heart in a way I cannot describe.
As the day wore on I kept explaining to Hoss my feelings.  How it really was bothering me.  He kept saying he understood and yes, things could have turned out different, but they did not.  It did little to ease my concerns.  I was aching inside of the "could of, would of, should ofs," that assaulted my brain.  The few blog friends I shared with were all reassuring.  No one thought I deserved to be spanked and from what I could tell from Hoss, he did not plan to, but it did nothing to improve my mood.
That evening, after a long day of beating myself up, Hoss said we needed to talk.  I was for sure he had decided to spank me.  At the very least, to ease my guilt that was overflowing everywhere.  He did not.  He told me something that mended my hurting heart.  That truly expressed to me what he truly thought.

"Baker, you are beating yourself up, but the thing is.  You're the hero in this situation."

"Wait, what????"  Was this man insane?  I almost burned the house down while the kids were sleeping.  What was he thinking.

"You're the hero," he repeated.  "You kept checking until you figured out the problem.  Had you not been insistent things would have turned out so much differently.  I'm thankful you did that."

Now, I was melting like a Popsicle on a hot summer's day.  He knew that I needed to hear that.  He knew it would be better than a spanking to hear that he did not see me as all those horrible things I kept telling myself.   That he still loved me in spite of what I believed about myself.

In that moment, everything was cleared for me.  My man loved me.  That he was proud of me.  And I'm so thankful for him.  In the real world things happen.  I'm just grateful he was able to help me refocus in his gentle, sweet way.  I'm so blessed.


Thursday, September 12, 2019

Calling All Readers! Have I Got a Book For You!

As the lazy and hot days of summer draw quickly to an end, my need for comfortable things starts rearing it's head.  Comfortable things that beckon me to focus on them are warm soups and pumpkin pie and hoodies and soccer pants.  I'm not a coffee drinker, but our oldest kids start asking for pumpkin spiced lattes and the younger ones beg for hot chocolate like a friend they have not seen in months. 
Another thing that makes me yearn even more for fall is curling up on a Sunday afternoon and reading a really good book.  Well, even though it is not quite autumn I spent the last few days curling up with a really good book, actually two really good books, by an author I recently became reacquainted with.  Her name is Paige Parsons, and she writes mild DD centered romances.
I am not the book report extraordinaire writer that Miss Ella is, but I will do my best to persuade each of you to look Ms. Parsons' books up on Amazon or where ever it is you find your books to read.
The first of the two books is entitled, The Daddy Arrangement.  The book begins with the main character, Keila, heading off to college and freeing herself from the matriarchs of her family.  She sets out to find herself, and ends up finding out college life and being on her own is harder than it seems.  Keila, then runs into her RA (resident assistant) Brianna, and there the story takes on a life of its own.  Through Brianna, Keila's life makes some definite changes when she meets Jack.  Jack is everything Keila could ever want in a man, but can the 20 something age difference be something she can overlook, and better yet, can he?  I am going to leave it there and remind everyone that there is a second book that follows Jack and Keila's romance, The Girl In Apartment 1203, but you have to read the first one to appreciate the second!
Truly, I enjoyed reading both books, but I'm trying hard not to spoil any part of the story line.  Just know that both books contain mild DD and some sexual references.  Paige describes her style as, "A more layered character development vs. spanking after spanking and sex scene after sex scene."  Her characters are just as she described, multi layered and faceted, genuine and determined.  The first book was so well written that I had a hard time putting it down.  Well, that was until Hoss, told me I had better if I knew what was good for me!  Just teasing, but it was truly an excellent book that I will read again and again like an old friend.  You can also keep up with Paige at
So, get that cuppa (as our Aussie friends say) and curl up with Paige Parsons' newest books.  I promise, you will be thankful for the "me time" and enjoy a new author to begin the new season!