H is for HOH. Who would have thought that one day I would know
the spanking lingo? It’s a crazy world we live in, friends. Anyway, HOH is right
up there with them--or rather, head of the household. You know I’ve mentioned that my husband Jim has issues with domestic discipline. I feel that I need firm guidance in my life--whether it be because I was wired that way or because I didn’t get it growing up, either way, I do need it and I don’t see that changing anytime in the near future. Jim has learned to live with it.
It’s funny, because like I’ve said, we’ve been together since we were teenagers. Thinking back on the man I dated, even the man he was when we first married, I would have thought that the HOH role would be right up his alley. If anyone has read my story “Sir, Yes Sir” you’re sure to remember Dean. He’s a firm, always in charge, implacable military man. Dean did not come solely from my imagination, but was brought to life by my husband.
Raised as a military brat, he enlisted right after we got engaged. If I’d thought he was stern and commanding (which I guess I must have loved even then, even if I didn’t realize it at the time) before, when he came back from Basic Training, wow-whee! He was ever much more so. It was just part of the culture.
Unfortunately, a back injury a year and a half later earned him a medical discharge. Since then, after years of having to learn to work and cope in the “civilian world” he has mellowed out considerably, which, like I said, is really ironic to me now because of what I’m asking of him! I’ll be honest, it’s not very feminist of me to say so, perhaps it’s not even politically correct, but I think that a man should be in charge of the household. I think families work better that way--assuming, of course, that the HOH is loving, gentle and only wants what’s best for his family.
the spanking lingo? It’s a crazy world we live in, friends. Anyway, HOH is right
up there with them--or rather, head of the household. You know I’ve mentioned that my husband Jim has issues with domestic discipline. I feel that I need firm guidance in my life--whether it be because I was wired that way or because I didn’t get it growing up, either way, I do need it and I don’t see that changing anytime in the near future. Jim has learned to live with it.
It’s funny, because like I’ve said, we’ve been together since we were teenagers. Thinking back on the man I dated, even the man he was when we first married, I would have thought that the HOH role would be right up his alley. If anyone has read my story “Sir, Yes Sir” you’re sure to remember Dean. He’s a firm, always in charge, implacable military man. Dean did not come solely from my imagination, but was brought to life by my husband.
Raised as a military brat, he enlisted right after we got engaged. If I’d thought he was stern and commanding (which I guess I must have loved even then, even if I didn’t realize it at the time) before, when he came back from Basic Training, wow-whee! He was ever much more so. It was just part of the culture.
Unfortunately, a back injury a year and a half later earned him a medical discharge. Since then, after years of having to learn to work and cope in the “civilian world” he has mellowed out considerably, which, like I said, is really ironic to me now because of what I’m asking of him! I’ll be honest, it’s not very feminist of me to say so, perhaps it’s not even politically correct, but I think that a man should be in charge of the household. I think families work better that way--assuming, of course, that the HOH is loving, gentle and only wants what’s best for his family.
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