Erica Scott: Life, Love and Spanking

Ruminations, opinionated observations, darkly humorous blathering and the occasional rant from an outspoken spanko and unapologetic attention wh–, um, hog.

Archive for the month “December, 2010”

Erica’s Helpful Hints #6

Do not watch spanking videos with your top. Bad, bad move. They’ll get evil ideas and you won’t make it to the conclusion of the video without getting flipped over.

However, if you must take your chances and watch anyway, then for the love of God, make sure to avoid the following. When the top on the screen inevitably spouts one of those oh-so-familiar lines like “Is this getting through to you?”, do NOT turn to the top beside you and ask, “Why do you tops all say the same stupid crap?”

There might very well be a spanking in stereo.

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Yes, that is my butt times 2 — in the foreground AND on the TV!

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One more thing, folks: In case you haven’t heard, Brushstrokes is doing his annual Spanking Awards, and the list of 10 nominees for Best Spanking Blog of 2010 went up yesterday here. Much to my surprise and delight, I’m among them. This is the first time I’ve been nominated and several of my favorites are included on that list, so I am honored indeed.

Chross will win (and deservedly so); he’s far ahead of the others. The poll is set up so that everyone can submit just one vote, so runner-up remains to be seen. Sooooooooo… if you like this blog, and you haven’t already voted for one of my esteemed co-bloggers, show me some love and vote for me? πŸ™‚ Pardon the Hollywood-ish clichΓ©, but just being nominated is very exciting. Thanks!

New Guy’s Theme

(Sung to the tune of Eric Clapton’s “Layla”)

In case anyone doesn’t know this classic, here ya go:

What’ll you do when I’ve been naughty,
And I’m waiting by your side
I’ve been sassing, and bratting much too long,
Now you’re gonna tan my hide!

Newww Guy
You got me o’er your knees
New Guy
Your hand, it stings like bees
New Guyyyyyy
Darlin’ won’t you ease up on me pleeeeeeaase?

“Won’t be givin’ you consolation,”
You tried to warn me, with a frown
Like a fool, I made a fool of you,
Now you’ve turned me upside down!

Newww Guy
That hairbrush makes me burn,
New Guy
Will I ever learn?
New Guyyyyyyy,
Do you really have to be so stern?

You got control of the situation,
As I writhe around in pain,
Then your belt, imparts another welt,
My tears are fallin’ just like rain!

Newwwww Guy
I’m lyin’ on the bed
New Guy
My bottom’s crimson red
New Guyyyyyyy
Oh my god, the paddle’s still ahead…!

Newwwwwww Guy
Now the spanking’s done
New Guy
I have to say “you won”
New Guyyyyyyyy
Finally sent the bad girl on the run!*

*well, until next week, anyway. πŸ˜‰

Despite those daggers I’m glaring, I had another spectacular Monday night. But you guys already knew that. πŸ™‚

Up, down, all around

Warning: I don’t think this blog is going to be especially entertaining. Certainly not humorous, not sexy, no spanky pictures. Just me, in a strange place tonight.

Need to run something by you guys, a unexpectedly strong reaction I had to a clip I watched. I found it on FetLife, and it was a young woman being punished for texting and driving with a hard strapping/paddling.

I’m not much for harsh punishment videos, really. I’m pretty squeamish. But this one had a looooong string of comments, some of my friends had watched it, and I was curious. Also, I happen to think texting and driving is irresponsible, deplorable, and a whole lot of other -ibles and -ables. As one who has lost a loved one to a car accident, I have zero tolerance for those who treat a multi-ton vehicle like a moving entertainment center. So I figured I’d side with the top on this one.

The video was about 9 1/2 minutes long, but I only made it through a little over six minutes and had to shut it off. My stomach was in knots and I literally felt nauseated. And I felt sick and shook up for a good hour after that.

I know that a lot of people are into true discipline and punishment. I also know that harsh is relative, and what’s light to one can be heavy to another and vice versa. Above all, I know this scene was 100% consensual, this woman wanted it, needed it and asked for it. It was real. But I couldn’t bear it, even knowing logically that she posted it because she was proud of it and wanted people to see it.

She started to cry practically from the first strap stroke (on a white bottom; no warmup). The crying escalated to sobbing and pleading, then screaming in pain. She put her hands back frequently; he would warn her to move them, and when she didn’t, he struck her hands. By the six-minute mark, her butt was trashed. It wasn’t just red/purple or marked; dark pools of blood were forming and spreading under the surface of her skin, and I was terrified that the next hard strike would break the skin and send that blood flying in all directions.

I have to say the top’s technique was flawless; he clearly knew what he was doing. His aim was perfect, no wrapping, etc. He was focused. But he scolded her throughout, in a loud, angry tone. No, he didn’t call her names or anything, but his voice was extremely harsh. Between her screaming and his yelling, I had to turn the sound off. And finally, I just shut it off altogether.

I then read the comments… one after another, they praised the video. “Wow, that was awesome.” “Now that’s what a punishment should look like.” “You deserved that and more.” “Poor baby, you won’t do that again, will you?” On and on it went; everyone thought it was great. What’s wrong with me? What was I missing here? Why was I so utterly horrified?

I wanted to comment that this video was so brutal, I had to stop watching 2/3 of the way through. I wanted to write to this girl, even though I don’t know her, and ask if she really was OK. I wanted to wrap her up in a big hug and protect her. Protect her? From what? She consented to it! Of course, I didn’t comment and I didn’t write to her. I knew I’d be perceived as judgmental and I didn’t want to rain on her parade.

I’m not looking for people to tell me that I was right to react the way I did, that it sounds awful, that stuff like that is too much, etc. I don’t really want validation here. I would like to understand why I reacted with such horror and revulsion, when I have taken strappings that hard. Was it her screaming and sobbing? Was it the condition of her skin? Was it that the top didn’t seem at all regretful that he had to do this, that he was relishing beating her? On the other hand, for all I know, he gave her tender aftercare at the end of the video.

We all have things we don’t like to watch. I just wish I knew why my reactions are so extreme. If I had been beaten as a child, I could understand that watching stuff like this could cause a flashback. But I was not.

Very strange and unsettling. Not sure where I’m going with this, but had to express it somewhere, and what better place than my own blog.

Not a good weekend. John has been off the antibiotics for a week now, but apparently they are taking a long time to leave his system. The itching and rash didn’t get any better and he had such a bad week, he went back to the doctor on Friday. She gave him prescription-strength allergy meds instead of OTC this time, and a prescription-strength ointment. The meds didn’t help much with the itch, but they made him hyper and even more irritable. I spent the whole weekend walking on eggshells, which backfired on me because my skittishness around him just irritated him further. I know he’s miserable, I know he doesn’t mean it. I tell myself over and over, wait it out, it will pass, he’ll feel better soon and then things will be OK again. He’ll be nicer. The man I love is still inside that angry, agitated shell.

Then other times, I wonder if it will ever be better. I feel very tired and overwhelmed sometimes. And then of course, I realize, if I’m tired, how tired is he? It’s been so @#$%ing long… he first got sick toward the end of September.

Ugh. Double ugh.

Tomorrow is Monday. I will feel better tomorrow. Thank goodness for balance in life, for fun to smooth out the rough times.

Sorry for the drama. Sometimes, things suck a bit.

New blog — everyone go see! :-)

Happy Friday! (and happy ChrossDay) πŸ˜€

My friend, the talented Dave Wolfe (of the popular WolfieToons) has started a new blog HERE. Everyone, please go read, comment, encourage, add him to your list — he has lots to share and he’s such fun. Plus, he’s one helluva sweet guy. We’ve never met in person, but we’ve had much correspondence over the past several years and he’s brought me many smiles and laughs.

In case you haven’t seen any of his work (and if not, where have you been?) here’s a toon he created for me on my 50th birthday:

“There’s a crack in the mirror” — HAR!

In other news: John finally got that godawful PICC taken out. No more IV! No more antibiotics! And not a moment too soon. The man was going mad with the side effects… suffice it to say that the last month was exceedingly unpleasant. The rash is still healing as the drugs work their way out of his system, but he’s on his way to feeling much better. πŸ™‚

In case you’re wondering what’s become of the CHoS, I haven’t received much material for it lately. I suppose that’s good, huh? But it will be back, once I collect a couple more entries.

So, let’s review: seeing my sweetheart tonight, tomorrow and Sunday, and then… it’s Monday! And you know what Monday means! Am I a happy girl today? Yup.

Have a great weekend, y’all.

Erica’s Helpful Hints #5

Spankees, we’ve all been in this situation: You’re OTK, the spanking has ramped up and you temporarily quiet down in an attempt to absorb it. And then your top crows, “No sass? Wow! I think I’m finally getting through to you!”

So smug. :-Þ

Tempting as it may be, it’s probably not in your best interest to twist around, pinch his arm and say, “Wake up. You’re dreaming.”

It’s damn fun, though. πŸ˜€

Thirty years ago today…

… I cried all night long over someone I’d never met, but who had been a part of my life for as long as I could remember.
A woman lost the love of her life. Two boys lost their father. The world lost one of its most brilliant voices.
A working class hero, a genius, an anarchist and an icon was frozen at age 40, with the remainder of his potential to be forever unknown.
Thirty years later, I still get tears in my eyes.
Miss you, John. Still.

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