Woo hoo! I’m on Blushing Books!

Nope, no session post this week, kids. Mr. D’s neighbor passed away over the weekend, and he is helping the family deal with contents of the house and so forth. His head is not in play mode, and I totally get that. I’m relieved that the poor guy isn’t in pain anymore, but I’m sorry Mr. D is mourning the loss of a friend. I’ll be glad to welcome him back next week. I guess as timing goes, it worked out. I’m feeling kind of weird anyway; my stomach is acting up. And I have a mild toothache. Trying to talk myself out of the latter, convince myself it isn’t really there and I’m imagining things. I so don’t want to go to the @#$%ing dentist. I keep messing with it, swishing cold water over it. Maybe if I keep doing that, it will get desensitized! (yeah, right…)

Meanwhile, as some of you already know, I have some fun news: Late Bloomer is now on the Blushing Books site! It’s lovely to be in contact and collaborating with Bethany again. I think BB will be re-releasing What Happens to Naughty Girls? too, which would be great, since for whatever reason, it’s not on Amazon anymore (although Late Bloomer still is). Frankly, I’m confused as to how the whole online book distribution thing works these days, which is why I’m glad I’m in good hands. I’m hoping this extra exposure will give my sales a boost.

I’m still thinking about writing a purely fiction kink book. Problem is, everyone and their mother is doing the same thing right now. I’d have to make sure I did something reasonably original. I’ll have to think about it some more, I guess.

Thank you to everyone who commented on my last blog, or wrote to me privately. I honestly wasn’t seeking reassurance, but you all gave me plenty of it and I appreciate it. And I like some of your ideas, too. Rest assured, I’m not going to change much of anything. You know how I hate change. It’s good to know the rants and observations and stories are still welcome. And I probably will dwell into FetLife’s annoyances more. There is a great deal of humor and rant fodder there! Still love my friends there, though. 🙂

One of my pals and I had synchronized head-banging-on-desk tonight when some kid wrote about all the lessons we need to be “tought” [sic] and how we wont [sic] be able to sit down. And then someone else came in from left field and said we weren’t being nice, that spelling and grammar have nothing to do with someone’s ability to spank. I beg to differ, I said. Do you really want to entrust your body to someone who can’t communicate past a fourth-grade level? She wrote back, saying that he’s a man, and most men can’t spell.

Say WHAT??? Oh, my head. Hey, I may not be nice, but at least I didn’t insult an entire gender.

Enough of this malarkey. 😉  I may not have been spanked tonight, but I still need chocolate. And some Advil.

Putting it out there to my readers

Happy Friday, everyone. 🙂

As I slowly but surely approach 500 posts here on Blogger (I’m at 478 now), I’m pondering about this blog and its purpose. So I thought I’d open the floor to readers and get some feedback. My blog hits have been low lately. Perhaps it’s not just me (naturally, I think everything is about me!), but I do fret about these things.

The title says it all: This blog is about my life, my loves and my spankings, with the emphasis on the latter. If I wanted to write more about vanilla stuff, I’d write a vanilla blog. However, I wonder sometimes if I’ve covered everything there is to be said about my spanking life.

Yes, I continue to post of my weekly adventures, now with a new partner. But other than that? Between years and years of posting blogs (and posting on forums before that) and two books, I’ve related one hell of a lot of experiences, fantasies and not-so-humble opinions.

One of my biggest peeves on FetLife of late is the redundancy, the posting and discussing of the same freaking topics over and over and OVER. Even though the most popular topics are kept at the top of the thread as “stickies,” people don’t bother looking at those. Just last week, someone posted the “Does size matter?” question for the umpteenth time, and I lost it, commenting, “For the love of God, not this again! Read the @#$%ing stickies before you ask a question that’s already been asked a million times.” Amazingly, no one flamed me for that. The moderator ended up closing the thread. Perhaps he/she agreed with me. But I digress. My point is, I don’t wish to become redundant. I don’t want to repeat myself, tell the same damn stories over and over and bore people.

I used to post my Correspondence Hall of Shame regularly, which was a lot of fun. But I get less material for that these days. I used to post of wonderful shooting adventures, but sadly, those seem to have come to an end. Yes, I miss posting as a “spanking model.” My 15 minutes went on to last 12 years and I am so grateful for that, but I’m sad as well. I post thorough party reports, but those are few and far between. My local spanking scene is woefully inadequate and we cannot afford to travel to all the good parties.

Please don’t misunderstand me; I love blogging. I don’t want to dwindle off or cease writing this blog; it’s dear to me. However, I’m not sure what to blog about anymore. I’m struggling to find subjects. There are only so many parodies, so many spoofs, so many reviews, so many observations. What is it I can say that you haven’t already heard? I want to keep things fresh. I don’t want to be a relic, like the old actress in that Twilight Zone episode who holes up in her house and watches her young self in her films from years ago, living and reliving the past.

So here’s where you guys can help me out. Is there anything you’d like for me to cover here, that I haven’t already? Should I continue this blog as it is, with the sharing of play dates interspersed with life stuff? Or is there an unexplored direction that might be worth peeking into?

Just my thoughts on a semi-cool, cloudy Friday afternoon. Here I thought fall was finally here — no such luck. By Sunday, it’s going to be back up in the @#$%ing 90s here, and will stay that way all next week! BLECCCHHH!!

Yeah, I know. Bitch, bitch, bitch. That’s one thing that will never change. 🙂

Have a great weekend, y’all.

Back in my happy place

Amazing what a few hours of special attention can do for a woman. 🙂

Mr. D returned yesterday. I had been struggling with my own neediness vs. knowing he was doing a very kind thing, taking care of his ailing neighbor. I tried to keep the whining on my blog to a minimum. But he knew.

So, yesterday afternoon and evening spun slowly out into a kaleidoscope of treats — talking, spanking, bondage, cuddling, massage, watching a video, and comfort food at Jerry’s Deli. It was like having my own personal day spa, but they don’t have handsome tops at day spas. Not the ones I know of, anyway.

We talked for a long time, catching up. His neighbor is in 24-hour hospice now, and is shutting down. It is a matter of a few days now; very sad. Mr. D has been overseeing all aspects of his care, coordinating and communicating with his only family (a nephew), and I told him I admired him for it. I know I couldn’t do it. I don’t have that kind of unselfishness in me. He can feel very good about himself and his character over this.

We also discussed my recent blogs, and he was none too pleased about all my yammering about ageing. He said that I was ageless and beautiful (blushing), and he was going to make sure I understood that if he had to spank it into me until we’re both 85. “I don’t want to live that long,” I retorted. “OK, 75,” he replied. And it was about that time that we segued into some spanking action.

I know it had only been two weeks, but it had felt like at least a month if not more. I didn’t even have my usual period of giggling and sassing; I slipped right into the pleasure zone almost immediately, absorbing the sweet pain and rising up for more. And can I just say that his hand has gotten much stronger? I kiddingly told him that he should practice by slapping a brick, and I do believe he did it! Erica Scott, the Hand Toughener.

When we moved to the bedroom, he was delighted at my new panties, claiming them “Baskin-Robbins panties.” For those of you unfamiliar with the name, BR is an ice-cream store that’s been around forever; it’s also known as “31 Flavors.” Here are the colorful panties (with some added color by Mr. D):

And here’s one of the BR logo cups:

After a long spanking with his hand, Spanking Buddy and wooden paddle (ugh), Mr. D had me lie on the bed lengthwise, and he shackled my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. Already fairly zoned out, I began to tremble all over. This was the moment of trust. The moment I knew, somewhere in my foggy brain, that once those wristlets and anklets clicked into place, I was completely helpless. That I had to let go and trust that I was in safe hands.

And I was. Absolutely 100%.

Doesn’t mean there wasn’t pain, though! 🙂

The good kind of pain, though, and the good kind of fear, bringing on a torrent of tears that I had to simply allow to flow into the pillow, because I could not wipe them away. Before I knew it, though, I was freed and gathered up into strong arms.

Later, he asked me what I’d like for dinner. I didn’t even have to think about it. I wanted soup at Jerry’s Deli. A gigantic steaming bowl of comfort food. So we went to Jerry’s, where he had a pastrami sandwich and fries, and I got Mom food: Chicken matzo ball soup, with lots of chicken, carrots and noodles, and a huge matzo ball. I couldn’t finish it all, so now I have dinner for tonight as well. Happy, happy me.

Back at my place, I showed him When Danny Met Erica, which got us both fired up to play some more. I was one hell of a lot more sensitive during Round Two, and he teased me about it. Oh well… considering how much crap I gave him about his hand, I certainly couldn’t complain!

But was I feeling absolutely wonderful? You tell me:

But wait, there’s still more. He then got some lotion and gave me a lovely backrub, working out the knots in my shoulders, massaging out the soreness in my glutes, and finishing with my feet.

What do you think, kids? Did we make up for lost time?

He assures me, again and again, that he gets every bit as much out of all this as I do. I can’t imagine how that’s possible, but I’m so glad he feels that way. He deserves it. He’s a good man.

And I’m a lucky woman.

Nice review

Playing tomorrow, folks (I hope! Not taking anything for granted until it happens, lately). Meanwhile… there is a new book review site called We Love Our Books, and a friend (who prefers to remain nameless) has written a review of Late Bloomer, which can be found here.

It’s a vanilla site, so the kink in the book is downplayed. Thank you to the writer for all the compliments. I particularly appreciate the mentions of my humor; that’s always huge for me. 🙂

Speaking of reviews, kids — just a friendly reminder. My Late Bloomer Amazon page has 18 reviews up (and thank you again and again to those who contributed!), but more is always better in this case. Please, if you read the book and you liked it, stop by that page, rate it and write a little review for me? Pretty please? It doesn’t take very long, it doesn’t have to be very long, and every review helps.

The Fifty Shades parade continues. Every time I see a book display recently, there’s a new book (or two or three) with a black cover, some sort of semi-sexy/kinky photo and a title along the lines of Bared to You, Hot in Handcuffs and Decadent. Lack of imagination, much? However, I do look forward to Law & Order: SVU’s take on it — you knew that was coming, didn’t you? Apparently this Wednesday (Ripped From the Headlines!), an author of kinky fiction is doing more than just writing about erotic asphyxia. The TV clip shows a really creepy and sinister-looking dude smirking and saying to the woman off camera: “You need to be punished.” Oooh! One of my buzzwords! Yes, I will be DVRing this one, because some rocket scientist at the networks moved L & O from 10 P.M. to 9 P.M. this year, where it now conflicts with Modern Family. I must have my Modern Family fix. You know, I’m old enough to remember the days before you could record anything from the television. They sucked.

Hope to have something realllly fun for you tomorrow night…

Birthday greetings!

Today (10/5) is John’s birthday. He’s at work right now, but I’ll be seeing him this evening. Happy birthday to my sweetheart! No big plans for the weekend; John is my polar opposite when it comes to birthdays. He hates the fanfare and the attention, while I suck it all up eagerly and want more. I think I’ve told this story before, but it’s classic John: Several years ago, I ordered a festive balloon bouquet to be delivered to him at his workplace. After the fact, he carefully said to me, “That was very sweet of you, and I appreciate it. Thank you, sweetie. Now please, never do anything like that again.”

It’s also rather challenging buying gifts for him, since he’s much more into giving presents than getting them. So I tend to stick to the three tried-and-true things I know he’ll always like: books, CDs (nope, he hasn’t gotten on the mp3 bandwagon yet), and shirts. He loves Ernest Hemingway (he says I write like Hemingway; I seriously doubt that), so I got him a biography about the man’s later life, which he spent much of on a beloved boat (and John is a sailing fanatic). I also got him some classical CDs. And I’ll try buying him dinner, but he probably won’t let me. (Yeah, I know. I should make him dinner. I should do a lot of things. Like learn how to enjoy cooking.)

Also, a belated greeting (from 10/4) to one of my favorite people ever, Danny Chrighton, my former play partner extraordinaire. A wonderful friend who saw right through me from the getgo, declaring that there was a soft center beneath my blustering and sarcastic exterior. While others say I’m strong, he was the first to call me fragile. He knew.

I miss you, D! I hope you had a huge slab of pecan pie and a bacon martini to celebrate.

For those who have been asking/wondering about Mr. D, I caught up with him today. His neighbor is now on 24-hour hospice at home. His mind is still sharp, but his body is slowly shutting down, so it’s a matter of time. Very sad.

Regarding next week, he gave me a choice: a limited time on Monday, or a longer time on Tuesday. I chose Tuesday. But I’m afraid to get my hopes up and count on it. So I’ll just say “we’ll see.”

To end on a happy note: Last night I was watching Late Night with Jimmy Fallon, and they did a spoof of the Romney/Obama debate, with the focus of the spoof being Jim Lehrer’s (the moderator) lame job of keeping control and enforcing the debate rules. So, this is completely non-partisan, I promise. But it made me laugh so hard, my stomach hurt. If you’d like to watch, it’s here. (Warning: it IS a bit on the rude side.) Enjoy, and have a great weekend, y’all.

Interchangeable asses — what a concept!

A couple of days ago, I saw a post in FetLife Classified Ads that made my brain explode. Yeah, yeah, yeah, no judging, people have their own kinks, blah blah blah. Shut up. Some things are just blecchhhhh.

In dire need of destroying a new slaves ass. Any anal whores wanting a sadistic ass master message me.

So, I pasted this charming tidbit into a Twitter post, adding, “Really, who could resist this?”

I got several tweets in response. This morning, I received this one from Spanking Blog:

“Anal whores with extra asses they want destroyed are flocking to him even as we type!”

I laughed out loud. Ha! Who’s got spare asses lying around the house? Then my feverish brain started sparking.

What about it, bottoms? Professional spankees? Frequent party attendees? What if we all had extra bottoms, ones we could swap out when necessary? Consider the possibilities!

First, the most obvious. Played too hard? Burned yourself out on Friday night of a party weekend? Got several shoots in a row and your ass is grass after the first one? No problem! Simply whip out one of your extra bottoms, switch it out, and you’re good to go!

But that’s not all. These extra bottoms could come with myriad custom features. Playing with a top who likes a mini-butt? Use your Victoria Secret Model spare bottom. Top prefers a bit more padding? Easy. Use the J-Lo version. 

Playing with an Edward Sissyhands top? Whip out your Ultrasensitive bottom, which derives pleasure and stimulation from the wimpiest of swats. And for the tops with iron hands and paddles like boat oars? The Super Deluxe Kevlar.

And, without getting too graphic, we could even have versions with extra-strong, super-elastic back doors. You know, for those who enjoy playing hard back there, but don’t want to be torn to shreds, or incontinent before they’re 50. “Wait, honey! Don’t lube up that Mas Grande plug just yet. Let me switch to the Porn-Star butt.”

Oh, and of course, these spare bottoms would be self-exercising and toning. Having a bad ass day? Wanna rock that skin-tight new dress? Forget Spanx and control-top pantyhose! New ass, new you!

I really like this idea, folks. Would one of you inventor types get on it? It’s the future of spanking! This spankee has just finished bottoming to an entire football team, brandishing every toy in the Cane-iac collection. But you’d never know it, not with her Interchangeable Ass!

I can see only one potential drawback to this invention. Whenever someone tells you to “haul ass,” you’d have to make more than one trip.