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 “March, 2012”

A visit from Mr. Hyde

(I’m going to beg the question here and assume y’all know the story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.) 🙂

I would say that most of the time, ST is Dr. Jekyll. Mild-mannered, soft-spoken, with a gentle nature despite his powerful right hand/arm.

Most of the time. But once in a while, when I least expect it, his inner Mr. Hyde comes out to play.

Tonight, he didn’t even give me a hug when he came in the door. Just unceremoniously led me into the bedroom and pushed me facedown onto the bed. Not wasting any time, he pulled everything below my waist down and off.

“What did I do??” I blurted. He didn’t answer, just gave me a few hard whacks. He pulled me back onto my feet, long enough to tie my hands together, then pushed me back down. After tying my feet, he then bound both ropes to the bed casters, so I couldn’t budge.

“What did I DO?” I repeated. He leaned down and wound his fist into my hair.

“You didn’t do anything.”


“I just have a head of steam built up, and I feel like spanking some ass. Since you’re my spanking girl, you’re the lucky recipient. And there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. Is there?”

I didn’t answer, and he pulled my hair more firmly. “I asked you a question.”

“No,” I said meekly.

I suppose I should have been terrified. I trembled, but not from fear. I know I was in for it, and hard. But I also knew I was in very trusted hands.

And sometimes… sometimes, I like to go there. I like to play a little rough. But you guys know that.

You’ve also probably figured out that whenever ST is in Mr. Hyde mode, I usually end up in naked mode. Tonight, he decided my sweater and bra were in the way, after he’d tied my hands. So he just yanked them up and over my shoulders, where they remained bunched up for the rest of the scene.

Not to worry, it wasn’t as uncomfortable as it looks. Just uncomfortable enough. 🙂

Back on my stomach, I do believe I felt every implement in his bag, plus a couple of my own. All the while he teased me, said I had no idea what was coming next. He’d take brief breaks, caress my back and legs, then snap right back into the spanking. I couldn’t cover my mouth with my hands, so I muffled it with the comforter. I could hardly move, but some of those implements made me writhe. Once, he tickled my feet with one hand and strapped me with the other. MEAN. Just mean.

He knew it, too. “I’m just so mean and horrible, aren’t I?” I nodded vigorously. He leaned down to me once again. “But you like me that way, don’t you!” Couldn’t lie, now could I… I said yes.

“I guess we can get into some real spanking now, since the warmup is over, right?” he said.

“Whaaa?” I screeched. “There was no warmup!”

He insisted there was, but it was a “higher level” warmup. Oh, brother.

“Well, you’re practically naked,” he explained. “I was concerned that you’d get cold, so I wanted to make sure there was lots of heat emanating from your bottom.”

OK, some things are just ridiculous. “You could have put on the fucking heater!” I hollered. Fortunately, by that point, Mr. Hyde was on his way out and ST just laughed.

But that didn’t keep him from finishing me off with 20 belt strikes, followed by 20 paddle swats. Hard ones.

I really like the following photo, although I hate the straight-on angle. You all know how I feel about gyno shots. So yes, that is a little NO in a circle with a line through it, placed strategically. 🙂 

We were both extra relaxed and mellow after that scene. Guess it did us both good.

A couple of news bits: There is a new e-book available called
My First Spanking: An Anthology. It is a collection of stories about first spankings, compiled and edited by Cassandra Park and published by Ravenous Romance. Yours truly contributed a story. I figured everyone and their mother knows the story of my real first spanking by now, so I wrote a fictional tale called “Just Ask Me.”

Also, Suzy’s Spanking Union (S S U) just put up a lovely review of this blog. Thank you, Suzy! I appreciate the kind words and the nice shout-out. 🙂

Now, if I could just keep all these yummy post-spanking feelings for more than a few hours. If only they could form an invisible shield, protecting me from all the BS outside my haven. But alas…

I guess that’s why there are so many Mondays. Sweet dreams, my not-so-evil Mr. Hyde.

Correspondence Hall of Shame, 3/16

Happy Friday, everyone. And how timely that I have one of these columns today. I am in one of my “too-many-people-are-too-fucking-stupid-and-I-need-to-move-to-another-planet” moods. So now I can release some of my aggression in a fairly innocuous manner.

We begin with this drivel, which has been sent to me four times, no less:

FORMER ROCK STAR Not really a rock superstar , but worked with some great groups including “Alice Cooper” and “Earth , Wind and Fire” , I was a great “jouneyman” musician , not a great songwriter , and a quality , but not unique voice. As with most musicans , incredible sexual adventures , which brought me to this world.. Now , a successful film/tv agent. A different approach..hopefully , successful. This site , and all “meeting sites” are difficult , in very different ways , for men and women. You get massive hits and emails , and men get limited responses. Perhaps my candor will work. This is all absolutely true. I’m 59…attractive , work out daily , in good shape (not a hunk , but when naked , in front of the mirror…I’m happy). Dominant , and when being that , a great Dom. In the past few years , I have “switched” and do find it interesting , but , no less the “Dom”. A simple proposal. Drinks or dinner. If nothing else , some great , intelligent conversation. Perhaps about this world , or life , or love. My profile is all true…and I promise you’ll find me charming , respectful , and fun…Sincere Thanks

Ooooooh! Earth, Wind and Fire! I can feel my panties dampening already!

First, you say you’re 59 but your profile says you’re 62. Second, you use way too damn many commas and a space before each of them is unnecessary. And third, ever wonder exactly why you get limited responses. Give that a think next time you’re standing in front of the mirror naked. (brain bleach, please)

I am interested in gentle dildo training.

I should think you are. Because one should never train one’s dildo harshly.

hello do you enjoy face sitting if so would you like to turn myface into your set and sit onit as long as you like or wear my face like its your panties

Ye gods. You attached your picture; I’ve seen your face. I don’t want to sit on it, wear it or ever see it again.

Haven’t gotten one of these for a while — a form letter:

First let ME clarify that Ww/e have the time and resources to travel and be where we want when we want. We can travel nationally if we feel the person warrants it. Seriously searching we have the time to make the effort to meet truly serious people. PICS ON PROFILE.

Secondly, we can devote large amounts of time to training, play and lifestyle travel with you. If you are inexperienced, brand new, or live a distance, it is not a problem. We travel to you, if need be and in those cases where it has worked well we have you travel with us on kinky holidays, trips and to lifestyle resorts. If you are new you will be safe, learn at your own pace and be shown all that you need to know to be active in a safe way. For the more experienced we look for a different experience of intense edge play and intense scenes and complex play with larger equipment and scenes such as abduction, interrogation, play rape, forced use and humiliation.

Intense and commanding, educated and worldly, a skilled teacher, We seek primarly a fem sub/slave or couple to pursue the joys and pleasures of bdsm and the erotic arts. Both are fit, attractive, very creative, kinky, sexually on fire, and bring a very firm hand to training and discipline, but open and clear in our desires and wants. I have a great deal of experience, am very visual, a leather lover, enjoy complex “scenes”, and expert with MY tools and toys. We are a long term lifestyle Dom/sub couple and will take you sexually and mentally where you have not gone before.

We believe in safe, sane and have a strong need to dominate and use you in endless ways. I have done MY “homework” and know the power of the mind, understand submission and know well the role of a Master in the care and development of the submissive/slave mind. It’s not just about kinky sex, but about the blend of sex, control, submission and emotional need. The best have it in their DNA. She is bisexual, skilled and polished in the art of slavery and submission.

We have a full life being a successful professionals, direct and honest, passionate about life and living to the fullest. I am lean, passionate, strong hands and sexually insatiable using the body and mind for intense mind fucks. She is multi orgasmic, long legged and a lean blonde slut. I have trained and owned slaves in the past and am a skilled and patient teacher of “newbies” as well as those who are seasoned.

I enjoy, practice and excel at many fetishes including long sessions of bdsm, rope play, anal play, electric, rope and whip and flogger and a wide range of mental fetish play, sexual D/s, and adult exploration. I push boundaries including edge play, but take you there safely and back. I am active in the San Diego and LA bdsm communities, frequent the dungeons and private play parties and discreet meets and socials.

What a pity that I wasted my time reading all of this, when you so clearly didn’t read a word of my profile.

I could go into all the reasons why what you’ve written to me is so, so inappropriate, but I don’t have all weekend. Oh, and I prefer to call myself “experienced.” Saying I’m “seasoned” makes it sound like I have 11 secret herbs and spices on my ass.

And the Gem of the Week goes to:

Hi, I know what u mean,not a sub you think like I r a bottom–great one also—I have the scene. I know what u want, I was in LEATHER ROSE Chi. many yrs. ago–know just how to please a Bottom, like u….I love your honesty! put the bozos in their place, My b day is Mar.17th. St. PADDLE. me day,ha ha,I d give u u my spanks,mmmmmm now back to u young lady,If i had u otk, i would take u (flying)—term 4 when you get soooo excited u get dizzy and shake as u orgasm.–not being crude just hot-wet moist. My uncle “tanned”my 16yr.old cousin 2-3x a week,that started my SPANKING career. got a chubby and loved to spank since then. You must have gotten hot when some one paddled u otk how old were u, first spanking???tets chat—lost my lil bottom 4yrs ago. play safe —lets talk…a friend??I lived in Yuca Valley yrs ago take care

My dear fellow, I had many reactions to this, but “hot-wet moist” wasn’t one of them. Put the bozos in their place, huh? Okie dokie. **plunk** And no, I didn’t put you in the Recycle bin, either.

Why am I in a foul mood? Meh. Doesn’t matter. Lots of little irritants. At least I get to escape to John’s for a couple of days. And it’s going to rain all weekend, which cheers me up. Yes, I know that’s weird. What else is new.

So have a great weekend, y’all. Happy St. Paddy’s Day. Wearing green = good. Drinking until you’re green = notsomuch.

It’s song parody time again

Been a while since I’ve done one of these. I do need to keep up with my fellow parodist Lea, after all.

Today’s offering is based on the old standard “Fever.” It’s before a lot of y’all’s time, but it’s been covered countless times and the most popular version was done by Peggy Lee. However, ever the contrarian, I think Peggy Lee’s version sucked. So I go back to the original and (IMO) the best, the most soulful and sexy, the version by Little Willie John. Give a listen; I think you’ll find it’s quite the cool song. Pay attention to the lyrics.

And now, while the song is fresh in your mind, here’s my spanko version.

Never know how much I need you
Even when I whine and swear
When you put your hands upon me,
I get a feeling that I’m gonna be bare

You give me spanking,
When I’m sassy,
Spanking when I’m in a pique
Spanking, every evening
Spanking all through the week

Listen to me, brat girl
Hear every word I say
No one can tame you the way that I do
‘Cause they don’t know how to make you obey

I’ll give you spanking
When you’re naughty
Spanking when you say I’m meek
Spanking, every evening
Spanking all through the week!

Bring it on, I tell you
Take my stress away
Raise my skirt, take my panties down
And I’ll believe you when you say that I’ll pay

You’ll give me spanking
When I’m edgy
Spanking when release I seek
Spanking, every evening
Spanking all through the week

Hand lights up my bottom
Belt burns my upper thighs
My eyes fill up when you call my name
‘Cause I know you’ll take me down to size

You give me spanking,
When I bait you
Spanking when I give you cheek
Spanking, every evening
Spanking all through the week!

Hope you enjoyed! One more song you’ll never hear quite the same way again. Happy Hump Day. 😀

A kiss is just a kiss… Apparently not!

You guys could have called this one, right? I got in trouble with ST over that little kiss on the Spanking Court clip. (heavy sigh)

He hadn’t even seen the clip, but he read about it. Funny how these things escalate. Suddenly I was “the girl who goes around kissing men on video.”

“I beg your pardon? Goes around? It was one quick little peck, all of two seconds, no tongue or anything like that! You’ll see!” He still didn’t approve. I heard all about his disapproval while I was over his lap on the couch.

“It’s not like I just sprang that on them!” I protested. “It was pre-planned and pre-approved! I made sure everyone was OK with it!”

“Yeah? Whose idea was it?”

“Uh…. mine. But they liked it! Everyone was OK with it! I especially wanted to make sure Dana was OK with it.”

“Did you make sure John was OK with it?”


“Well, no,” I said, “but he didn’t mind!” (OK, so after I came home from that shoot, he did tease the hell out of me over it. But that’s not minding.)

“Oh, so you can just kiss another man whenever you feel like it? All right, I guess I’m going to get a big kiss after this, then.”

“What??” I blurted. “Guess again!”

“Oh, I SEE! I’m not good enough to kiss, huh?” Meanwhile, that strap was getting harder and faster every minute. And I was digging myself in deeper.

“Fine!” I snapped, pushing myself up off his lap and onto my knees. Then I did the exact same thing I’d done with the Disciplinarian — grabbed ST’s face in both my hands and gave him a smooch on the mouth. Then I flopped back down. “Happy now??”

“No! I want tongue!”

LOL! “Too bad! You’re not getting any!”

Shortly after that, we moved from the couch to the ottoman, so he could get a better swing. (shudder) And swing he did. I actually clamped both hands over my mouth, because the urge to scream was so strong. By the time I felt the cool, smooth wood of the paddle he always uses for the finale, I was half out of my head. Making incoherent sounds. No tears this time, just my body singing with pain.

That last 10 damn near shot me through the ceiling.

After some leisurely aftercare with lotion, he asked, “So, are we going to watch the video?” Of course. Why not… figured I’d already been spanked, right?

We watched the full clip. Unlike John with all his cheering and caterwauling, ST watched quietly and intently. And when it ended, I was right back on the couch. “What is THIS for?” I bawled.

“For showing it to me! And for being so proud of it!”

Big meanie.

He kept insisting what a naughty girl I was, until I pointed out that if I were good, there would be no reason for him to come here every week, and what would he do with his Monday nights?

“Lots of things,” he asserted. “I could have gotten so much done by now. I could be a millionaire, head of a huge corporation.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes! I do my best thinking on Mondays.”

“Really?” I said brightly. “You could have fooled me.”

Damn, I’m stupid sometimes.

Ah well, it was worth it. But you know, I DO learn. He was mimicking the rapid-fire back-and-forth technique that the Disciplinarian had used with the paddle. I was tempted to point out, “Monkey see, monkey do.” But I refrained.

I don’t suppose I’ll get any credit for that, either. 🙂

I forgot to post any pictures last Friday when I wrote about the clip, so here’s one:

In other news: My dear friend Craig, of “Dark Musing” fame, was kind enough to post a review of my book here. I know he’s been insanely busy lately, so his taking the time to write this means a lot to me. Thank you, Craig.

Can’t believe Late Bloomer has already been out for nearly seven months! Now’s just as good a time as any to post a little reminder: If you’ve read my book and you enjoyed it, please take a minute to add a little review on Amazon, here. And if you haven’t gotten it yet — welllllll. I hope you’ll consider doing so. 🙂

Sweet dreams, ST.

Of all the nerve!

So yesterday afternoon, I showed John the full Spanking Court final clip. He seemed to like this one the best of all; he kept cheering, chanting “Harder! Faster! Harder! Faster!” over and over, and he especially loved it when the Disciplinarian gave me the last 50 all on one cheek. “I love this! Can we watch it again? Can we?”

I rolled my eyes. “You can watch it all you want, if you’ll just shut up!” He said we’d definitely have to give the neglected left cheek some attention. Yeah, yeah.

Later, we went to dinner at the local sushi place. We eat there about once a week; to say it’s a small-town quirky place would be an understatement. It’s tiny, run by one sushi chef who prepares everything, and he always has two or three young girls waiting tables for him. We’ve watched dozens of them come and go in the years we’ve been eating there; apparently, he’s not much fun to work for and they always seem a bit nervous. So why do we eat there? Because despite the insanely erratic service and the semi-frequently screwed-up orders, the food is good. And John likes to support the businesses in his little town.

John suffers from migraine headaches. However, he is one of the lucky ones, if you can call a migraine sufferer lucky — he feels them coming on early (his vision blurs), and he can always knock them down by ingesting anything with caffeine. So at the first sign, we immediately have to get either coffee, caffeinated soda or No-Doz into him. Time is of the essence.

So last night, we’re sitting at our table when he got that telltale bleary, unfocused look in his eyes. Blinking, he ducked his head and mumbled, “I need caffeine.” I knew what that meant.

Well duh, we were in a restaurant. Call the server over and ask for a cup of coffee, right? Not in this place! We’ve had to ask for water refills two and three times, usually. There was no such thing as getting anything “immediately” in this restaurant. And he didn’t have any No-Doz on him.

I went on autopilot — I snatched my wallet out of my purse, left our table and flew out the door. Outside, I ran two doors down to Happy’s Liquor, grabbed a 20-oz bottle of Diet Coke, practically threw the money at the clerk and ran back to the restaurant, shoving the bottle into John’s hands.

How ridiculous is this, being in a restaurant and yet having to run to a nearby liquor store to get a drink?? But it worked. He chugged the soda, and within minutes, his eyes cleared. A few minutes after that, we were served our food and he was able to eat just fine.

Back home later, I was at the bathroom sink washing my hands. John dashed in, snatched his hairbrush off the counter and started whaling away on my left butt cheek. “What are you doing?” I screeched.

“Getting that left cheek!”

“That’s gratitude for you!” I hollered, trying to squirm away from him. “After I saved your evening!”

To this, my beloved quipped, “Who GAVE me the migraine in the first place?”

Well! You know, he’s lucky he’s so damn cute. Or I just might forget my bottom-only status and kick his ass from one end of town to the other. 🙂

Final Spanking Court clip

Happy Friday, everyone. Smiles to my fellow Chrosslings.

Last night, the Spanking Court site put up the last of my clips with them, the grand finale to the ongoing arc from last year. The full clip is about 17 minutes, but if you’re not a site member, you can see a promo of it here:

The Disciplinarian thought he had the last word, giving me the last 50 all on one cheek. (after I’d promised I’d behave myself and not protest anything, dammit) But it seems I had the last word after all. In this clip, you’ll see how. 🙂

I really do miss these people a lot. On Spanking Tube in the comments, SC said such nice things about me, I started to bawl. Even though this is the end of this particular story, I hope that the future holds another story with them.

In other news, I will not be shooting with Lily Starr tomorrow. The poor girl has had a terrible time of it; she has been ill and was in the hospital this week. Trouper that she is, she got out of the hospital Wednesday and insisted that we go through with the shoot, even though she felt awful. But last night, she wrote to me and said she just couldn’t do it. I told her to focus on taking care and getting well, and this was a postponement, not a cancellation. Please hold good healing thoughts for her!

Don’t forget to set your clocks ahead tomorrow night. Can I just say that I @#$%ing hate Daylight Savings? I’m a night owl — I like it when it gets dark at 5:00-6:00. Sunlight until past 8:00 PM gives me a rash. Meh.

Oh well. Have a great weekend, y’all.

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