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Love, Hoss and Baker!

There's Just Something About Bertha

You all remember, Bertha, right?  She's Hoss' favorite side kick from Spank-Nza (see how I did that there...play on words people with Spanking and Bonanza!)  A trusty, stout bath brush that has a powerful swat that reverberates on my bum.  Bertha has been with us through almost our entire DD journey, going on almost four years now.   (Has it seriously been that long?)

She is used for fun, those bristles can be rather stimulating. 

She can be used for resets, when just the right amount of reminder is felt when I sit down.

She is mostly used for discipline, as it's the one sidekick of Hoss' that just does the trick. (Going with a bit of a Western themed post today obviously.)

She's a sure fire way to get this girl to listen to her man faster than any other implement in the arsenal bag.

Well, Bertha has a significant downfall.

Think LOUD!  As in NOT something Hoss can use very often as she tends to be just THAT kind of loud.  So unless we get up super early...think 5 am, than Bertha is replaced by a less satisfying more intense Lulu aka loopy john.  Lulu has her own advantages.  She's quiet even when I am not.  Lulu is painful and I cannot handle her for long, but her biggest set back is she just doesn't have the same "impact" that sweet, old Bertha does.  In other words, no lasting effect on my bum.

There....I've said it...I do have a fave.

I know many of you are doubting my sanity at this point.  Just so you know, that's definitely in my thought process as well--sanity that is, but Bertha just has a way that makes me feel so right that the other implements just cannot seem to convey. 

Anyone else ever have those types of thoughts?  That one side kick fits the bill better than another?

Now, Hoss prefers to do a reset most nights and it helps me to sleep well. That man, knows his woman. It also puts to rest any issues we may have had during the day, but the things is, we cannot under normal circumstances pull Bertha out for that kind of a spanking.  Nah, she's gets to be substituted with Lulu or Sid or some wicked plastic hanger.  None of these implements are loud, so they are the obvious go to when our teens are still up.  And we all know teens, they are always up!

If, Hoss wants to make an impact though, one that lasts and leaves the most impression, than we fight the early morning desires to stay in bed and we take delight.  Yes, people, "delight," in using Bertha.  Let me see if I can make an attempt and briefly explain why.  (I hear you, Baker, don't go there, but I will anyway!  I'm a little nuts like that!)

When we first purchased Bertha it was simply to give her a try.  She gave Hoss a great amount of versatility and a little went a long way.  We knew she was loud though, but at that time we did not have teens staying up all hours like we do now.  Thus, other implements began to spring forth to help us continue our dynamic if we could not spank first thing in the morning (which morning is still my preference as it's the best way to set the mood for the day.)

Bertha also has a way of leaving that, "Oh, I can still feel it," later in the day.  A reminder, if you will, that Hoss expects me and I expect myself, to stay on task or to speak kindly to others, or whatever else Bertha was trying to remind me of that day.  It's not abusive in any way, because Bertha and Hoss together can help to clear my head like no other.  Those types of spankings are very helpful in relaxing my otherwise frazzled mind.  It's also good to settle me when I am blowing it.  I actually appreciate those spankings with Bertha more than I do any other.  I have no idea, but I do consider her to be "an old, trusty, reliable friend," in our DD journey.

Now, is that what I expected when she was purchased?  No, back then I just wanted to prove I could take it.  Or maybe that I felt the need to give everything a try, because of some story/blog or other I'd read about it on  Nah, I know I'd be hard pressed to explain any better than what I have above, but Bertha is what she is....a friend in all times.

My question is....how crazy is that?  (Pretty silly to me.) And do you have any implements that make you feel like you've found a trusty old friend?  (insert the song, "You've God A Friend In Me," here just to add to the sappiness of this post!)

I need to go show this to Hoss now, wish me luck, he may use Bertha more now, that I've explained how I feel!  EEK!

--Baker

Triple Threat

Sometimes, the lack of action in our own homes can lead to so pretty interesting discussions among DD blogging friends.  The other day, Kanga, Lindy and I were messaging back and forth.  I'm not exactly sure how the whole conversation came to be, but all of us have been experiencing a dry spell in the spanking department.  Well, I was actually not experiencing quite the dry spell they were, as Hoss had promised a much needed reset that night.  As we were chatting Hoss asked me what I was laughing about.  I said, "Oh, just these Aussie girls thinking I need to take one for the team!"  I giggled and he asked for clarification.  "Oh, Kanga won't be seeing action for a while and Lindy hasn't either, so Lindy thinks I need a triple threat and I should take a triple the length and time spanking to cover them as well!"  I was full of giggles and did not mind a bit sharing this silliness with my man.

I know, stop shaking your heads already.  You all know Hoss loves a challenge.  And yes, I realize that we're in a spanking marriage and should know better, but those girls distracted my good sense.  I'm telling you....they distracted me from realizing that Hoss would take this up as a challenge.  Some days folks, I'm not the smartest cookie in the box!  But this time, I have a reason.  I was having so much fun teasing with the girls that I never once gave our little side conversation much of a thought at all.  My poor, poor butt soon found out just how much a triple threat hurts!

By the way, Lindy and Kanga, deserve their own triple threats, thank you very much!  Naughty girls!

**Wrote this back in December 2019--still rubbing my bum four months later! (Just kidding, but I still think they need their own triple threats.)  I have not been around in a while and I'm trying to decide how to make time with sooo many people always lurking around, but definitely trying to get back into it.  Hugs, I've missed you all.

--Baker

My Man, the Spanko

Okay, folks, when in the world did my husband decide that spanking me was okay?  I mean, really, we went from me having to coax every little spank out of the man to some guy that I do not recognize some days.  Let me give you a few scenarios of what I'm talking about here...

Bend over to pick up a piece of laundry off the floor, a loud clap on the bum.  Me, rubbing intently, glares at a smiling Hoss with that grin a mile wide across his face. 

Standing at the stove cooking dinner while the kids are playing outside or in their bedrooms, swish and swat!  Loud as a freaking firecracker and again that smile.  It's like he's enjoying it or something.

Or him wrapping me in his arm for a kiss or a hug and he pins my arms.  Swat! swat! SWAT!  Me giggling and wiggling to get out of his embrace and avoid the double swatting hands of his.

Walking past him to head up the stairs...what is it about him practically chasing me up the stairs trying to swat me with each step.  Awe, that man of mine... He makes my heart all a flutter.

There used to be days, I can barely remember them now, when he would need to be coaxed to swat.  More...harder....longer....  Now, it's me saying, "Hey, now!"  or "Really? The kids will hear!" 

Hoss, he just smiles, that big goofy grin that I love.  He shrugs and smiles.  And well, that's what it's all about anyway.  The joy in the knowing that this lifestyle is for us.

Have a good Friday.

--Baker