Saturday, January 13, 2018

Baker's Questions - Thanks Baker!

1.  Are you an introvert or extrovert or somewhere in between?  What about your HOH?
Extrovert X 2! At the end of the day, we both thrive on being out in the world, building relationships and collaborating with others.  

2.  At what age did you realize that spanking was something you were into and at what length did you go to hide it?  Did your HOH know?  For those of you who began your marriage with spanking do you think anything from your childhood help you be more accepting of the spanking lifestyle.
My parents did not spank us but the neighbors got in trouble on a regular basis and I recall being fascinated by their stories and even by witnessing a trip over a knee once.  I read as many books as I could find that had spanking scenes in them as early as 4th or 5th grade but I never let anyone know.  When I was in my late 30's, I got into a bad relationship with a very abusive person who used physical punishment to keep me on task.  I'm sure he got as far as he did because of my internal desire but it was a very unhealthy relationship that left me with many emotional scars.  Eric spent time getting to know me, understanding me, and becoming the guy who would move Heaven and earth for me.  When he built my trust to the point that I could share anything and everything with him, we discovered this similar interest. I think we both feel very fortunate to have found this common desire early on in our marriage.

3.  Do you know of anyone else in your family who practices DD, TTWD, etc.?  And how did you come to learn that they did?
We suspect my younger sibling is at least into the playful side of spanking.  She and her boyfriend had a few flirty swats in our kitchen not too far back and he's occasionally popped her backside as we've made our way through town now and then.  They always think we don't notice but things stand out, you know?  She even has the infamous "hairbrush" that we all seem to purchase at Target one day or another. ;)

4.  Are you a homebody or outgoing?
I am a homebody for sure, for about two days a month.  Otherwise I go crazy if I'm not out doing... anything but sitting still.

5.  How do you view blogging?  Is it an outlet?  A way you process?
Blogging is definitely an outlet for me.  I want to and should be a writer.  My head is full of stories and someday I hope to be consistent enough to actually turn them all into books.  In the meantime, blogging is a great way to get words on paper.

6.  What tendencies do you see in your DD or TTWD friends and bloggers?
Most of the women I have come to know through blogging are extremely strong individuals who get a mental and emotional break from running the world through relationships with supportive men who understand the powerful relief that comes from a good old fashioned spanking. :)

7.  Are you a lover of the printed word?

8.  Do you view yourself as a submissive?
I would never describe myself as submissive and I don't think Eric would either.  That could be the reason, when I do submit to him, it is so meaningful for each of us.

9.  Last question.  What traits do you see in your HOH that help you follow his lead?
Eric puts my best interest first, even if it goes against his personal desire.  For that reason alone, I never question when he makes a decision about my well being.  He's squared away, smart as can be, and a strong MAN in every sense of the word.  I trust him and that says a lot because trust has been a hard thing for me to have since long before I met him.  He knows me so well, though.  Oh, and that voice, those words, his hands and the way I feel across his lap and in his arms, under his direction, ahhhhh. Magic.

Thanks again Baker!  

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Secret Family Recipe

The doc is in the house - or at least his boat load of prescription pills and warning to rest, drink lots of liquids, and get well. Thank you Bloggers for pushing me out the door.  With Eric traveling again, I find the loneliness setting in and all of those feelings of being "not enough" worming their way into my head.  Being stuck in bed, my mind plays tricks and I double think everything, making me a self conscious and insecure blubbery mess.  So, rather than go down that road, I'll tell you a story about our holiday when my darling man was home!

We met at the international market and Eric agreed to teach me how to make his coveted top secret family recipe.  Like we were truly on a top secret mission, we stalked the meat counter and found just the right cut of pork.  Then we slithered through rows and rows of hanging herbs, freshly pulled vegetables, and sun baked seasoning.  The instructions were handed off to me in the checkout line, on a crumpled sheet of white printer paper; many of the typed ingredients altered by handwritten notes. A little more of this, a pinch less of that, double up or double down depending on the size; all perfected over years of time honored tradition.

At the house, I carefully arranged each meticulously selected item on the counter, ready to rinse, peal, and chop before sending the dish into the oven.

"Hey," I exclaimed, holding up a brand new rather heavy wooden spoon.  "Is this part of the recipe?!" I hadn't noticed the man adding that little item to our shopping cart.

Eric grinned and snatched the implement out of my hand.  He landed a quick swat to my jeans and reminded me that this was his secret family recipe.

"The secret is in the sauce," he said, "and this my friend, is going to ensure that your saucey mouth stays in check while you create this delectable masterpiece."

My husband is adorable.  He's a total gentleman, smart, and as squared away as they come; but he is also just downright adorable.  I love the way his nose crinkles and his eyes sparkle when he laughs.  I love how he listens intently when I'm feeling sad; and then immediately gives me the opposite answer of what he knows I want, just to make me sputter.  Anyway....somebody is missing her husband!!

We were expecting a group of ten for dinner and I'm really not much of a cook but Eric was convinced and convincing, I might add, that I could pull this off.  Let me tell you, the wooden spoon was not listed on the instructions but was certainly a large part of the process.  Suffice it to say, my ass got whacked throughout the prep, my butt got paddled during the production, and my there was a whole lot of spanking when it came time for clean up.  The night ended with a magnificent meal and an all around lovely evening.

Want to write more and in greater detail but keep having coughing fits so I'm giving up and going to sleep.  Take care Bloggers!  I'm on the mend and working my way back to you.


Saturday, January 6, 2018


Lying on my back, on the bed
My chest heaves as though I had just run a marathon
Rather than slowly make my way to the sink
to cough up a large yellow ball of slime

The past two weeks have been grand.
Eric home, parties and gifts
Family, friends: no time for the laptop
Bloggers on my mind but tucked in a desk drawer

He is on the road again
My plans included dinner with the girls
Catching up on mail; both postal and internet
A weekend of productivity with work looming ahead

There is a jack hammer in my chest
It sounds with every breath and keeps me awake
I stay perfectly still, try not to rupture the volcanic cough
that sends me into the bathroom again

Like a cat with a hairball
I wheeze
Face melting under the strain of mucus
Eyes dry but watery, how can that be?

The relapse has come in full force
Strong and powerful
Condemning any chance I have

At peace.