I'd Like to Know...

There are so many things I would like to know about other taken in hand wives.  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.  

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!

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?

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?

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.  

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.

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?

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.

--Baker

Sometimes We Need to Remember

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.

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?

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!

"Are you quite finished?"  I said in righteous indignation?   (Okay, Okay!  I admit it!  I loved every second of it!  Playful fun and all!)

"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!"  

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.  

"You aren't going anywhere now."  

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?

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.  

--Baker

Oops!  Just realized I published this on Sunday and not Monday.  Please forgive me!

SWAK

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.

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😀)

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!  

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!

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.  

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!

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!  

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!

--Baker

Huggable Spankings?

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!  

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.

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.

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.

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.

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...

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.

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!

--Baker

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 

Happy 2022!

 

Happy New Year to you all!  We pray you have a blessed year!  

--Hoss and Baker

Neglected Blog, Again

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.

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.  

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.

So Happy Blogiversary to our little blog in blogland!

Hugs and lots of love,

--Hoss and Baker

Answering Your Thought Provoking Questions (Round 2)

Here we go again, woot woot!  Second set of questions coming right up...

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.

So without further adieu, here we go.

Fondles asks this thought provoking question:

"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:)"

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.  

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.  

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.

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.

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?"

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.  

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!

--Baker