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 “July, 2013”

CHoS is now on Kindle

Yes, kids, Erica struggled and clawed and complained her way into the modern age once again. It took a lot of work, considering I’d never done this before, but I reformatted my book file so that it would convert properly to an e-book reader. I’m pretty damn proud of myself, I must say. I’m always jazzed when I learn something new, computer-wise.

I had a lot of help. I had posted questions on both the Kindle Direct help forum, and in a book group on FetLife. Several people took the time to type out advice and tips, or give me links on places to go. I was on information overload for a while, but I was able to piece together what I needed and move forward. And finally, very special thanks to Korey Mae Johnson, who was kind enough to look at my Word document and then send me specific directions on what to tweak.

So here it is, the e-book version. I am hoping that now, sales will start to kick in and so will some positive reactions. It’s been kind of disappointing, so far. Barely any sales of the paperback.

Yesterday, I looked at the paperback version on Amazon and saw that I’d gotten my very first review. One star. And because it was the only review, it stood out like a beacon, right there next to the title: “One review, one star.” First thing anyone would see when they looked at the book. Really nice.

I read the review. A woman called it “Internet rehash” and said it didn’t need to be a book, since you could read it by scanning the author’s blog. Scanning? I started the CHoS in 2007, on MySpace. Who wants to go back and scan through three years of MySpace blogs, and then three more years of Blogspot blogs? That’s some scan! And it wasn’t like I just copied and pasted all the columns into a file and called it a book. I organized it all into categories, wrote introductory copy for each chapter, added beginning and ending material… Ugh! 

I know they say that one shouldn’t comment to one’s negative reviews, but I couldn’t help it. What she said was so inaccurate. So I posted this:

It’s a collection; yes, the material was posted on my blog. Over seven years, on two different sites. Hardly a “scan.” Most people haven’t read all the material, plus I added introductory copy to each chapter.

Thanks for taking the time to be unkind. Have a nice day. 🙂

Probably not the most mature approach, but dammit…

Fortunately, Bobbie Jo was kind enough to drop by the site and post a review as well (she just finished her paperback) and gave me five stars, so the overall rating is now three stars instead of just one. Please, people. If you like the book, go say so. Good reviews mean the world to us writers. And they help encourage others to read our material. And if you don’t like it, that’s fine — go read something you do like. Don’t crap on someone’s work.

Yes, I’m a little sulky. Lukewarm reaction to the book so far, blog comments and views are down, haven’t been Chrossed in three weeks, and then that bit of unnecessary nastiness. Not feeling the love here. 😦

Enough. Back to work. Happy Hump Day. At least my A/C is working.


Steve and I missed two Mondays. Two weeks ago, he had scheduling conflicts, so we skipped. Besides, the A/C was broken and it was hot as hell in here. Then last Monday, he called me first thing in the morning with an almost unrecognizable voice; he said he had white spots on his throat. That is a sure sign of a bacterial infection, which was verified by his doctor later that morning. Ack. Yes, by mid-last week, I was a basket case, missing him. And the damned heat didn’t help.

But then the A/C finally got fixed, and Steve got well. And this Monday came, at last. 🙂

I was kind of bad on the 4th of July. I hadn’t seen him that past Monday, and while he was busy with a family barbecue, I was stuck home in the heat with a lot of work to do. I could have gone to John’s, I guess, but he was doing family stuff that day as well — going to see his mother, then his niece and her new baby. No, thanks! Besides, I did have a ton of work.

But by midday, I was restless. I couldn’t focus on my work, I felt isolated, I felt cranky. Sooooo… I decided to relieve some tension. 😉

When I was finished, I had a naughty impulse. I went to the computer and typed up an email to Steve: “Here’s something for you to ponder while you’re barbecuing your bratwurst — I just got myself off.” And hit Send.

Why? I felt like it. I enjoyed the idea of his squirming over that image while hanging out with his family. Yes, I’m bad. But come on, it’s not like I sent him a picture of me doing it! (that’s not sarcasm; I really didn’t)

So, um, we addressed that behavior this evening. He claimed he liked it. “OK, so what are you complaining about, then?” I protested. “Because I also enjoy delivering the consequences, even though I liked it.” So not fair.

He was whacking me so hard with wood and that damned Lexan, I couldn’t keep still and kept flailing and rearing up. “Top says bottom stay still,” he scolded, pushing me back down gently. “Bottom says fuck off,” I grumbled.

I was then ordered to repeat that. Hey, it was an order. I obeyed it and got nothing but pain for my efforts.

So good to have him back. 🙂

Later, just before he left, I confessed that I seem to have developed a fascination with “thigh turkeys” (hand prints). I keep seeing really crisp and clear ones on FetLife photos, and while I don’t like having my legs or thighs struck over and over, there’s something so amazingly intense about that single hard slap. It hurts like crazy, but I can muscle through that, knowing it’s already over. And I love watching the hand print bloom.

And so I initiated Steve into the thigh turkey world. He tried first with my right thigh and got a reasonably decent print. But then he really gave it his all with my left thigh.

Never fear, kiddies. I was a very happy girl, after I stopped feeling like someone had set my thighs on fire.

Yes, I’m so ladylike. Panties are from Target, by the way. I’m not big on spending a fortune for underwear. 

I’m sore and tired, and blissfully relaxed. It’s cool in here and I do believe I’m going to sleep like the dead.

Welcome back, my top.

Further adventures in publishing: The e-book saga

OK, so my book has been out for a week-and-a-half. A few people have bought it (thank you!). Dana Kane blogged about it (thank you, my friend). However, the overall reaction I’ve gotten is, “I’ll wait for the digital version.”

(sigh) Once again, I have to reluctantly face techno-reality — people don’t read books anymore. They read book files on e-book readers. If I want to sell my book, I have to do so on their terms.

So, off I trotted to my account on CreateSpace, which gives one the option of publishing a Kindle version to Kindle Direct Publishing, which is associated with Amazon. They make it sound so simple — just upload your Word document, they’ll convert it to a Kindle format, and poof! All you have to do is approve it and submit it, and it becomes available as an e-book. Easy as pie, right?

I did the conversion, then checked the file. It was a total mess. And of course, I had no idea how to fix the Word file so that it would convert properly.

First, I tried to research the issue on my own. I read about free download software that would convert files for you. Tried installing a couple of those, and, when I couldn’t figure out how to use them to save my life, promptly uninstalled them. Tried to find online resources, but there was way too much information out there and I didn’t know how to narrow it down to what I needed.

So I decided to ask for help (duhhhh, right?). I posted a thread in a book group on FetLife, and also one on the Kindle Community Help Forum. Wow. People are amazing sometimes — I was deluged with information and references and links to places with tips. One thing was clear, however — my book file had to be reformatted. What you do in a file for a paperback won’t cut it in a file for an e-book.

I’ll spare you the details of all the stuff I’ve had to do, but suffice it say I’ve spent two days on it. Now, I think I just might have a clean file. I even downloaded a free Kindle Previewer so I could check it out thoroughly. But I don’t trust myself to submit it, so I have asked one of my clients for a favor, since they are experts in e-book publishing. I want them to take a peek at my file and see if everything looks proper. 

Soon, Kindle readers. I promise. I will have this freaking book available for you.

Speaking of entering the 21st Century, guess who finally got a Smartphone? Yes, my beloved John. The same man who still has a 19-inch tube TV and Windows XP, has never owned an iPod or an iPad or an i-anything. And he didn’t get just any Smartphone; he got the top-of-the-line Samsung Galaxy S4, with a quad processor and a 13-megapixel camera. I have never seen him this jazzed over anything electronic before; all week, he’s been telling me about all the stuff he can do on this thing. It’s so cute.

He wants me to ask all you Smartphone users (particularly the men, since they generally have bigger hands/thicker fingers): Do you prefer to use two thumbs when typing with the touch screen, or do you hunt and peck rapidly with your index finger?

Have a great weekend, y’all.

In defense of spanking models/professionals

Yeah, I know. We’ve heard these arguments before, round and round, everywhere we go in the kinkosphere. You’ll probably recall the huge FetLife flap from last year, with that idiot woman who likened spanking models to prostitutes and said they shouldn’t be allowed at general public spanking parties (and if they were, they shouldn’t be allowed to book pay sessions). She was so smug and righteous that every time she referred to spanking models, she put the phrase in quotes.

Don’t worry, I’m not going to rehash that argument today. This post was inspired by something else altogether. Earlier this week, I saw a comment on our sweetie-pie Alex’s photoblog. Someone had said something along the lines of “Now that you’ve broken up with your boyfriend, will you have to give up being a spanking model and get a real job?”

Alex, to her credit, answered the question very graciously and tactfully. Me? I saw red. First, the assumption that Alex was depending on him for financial support is, well, pretty damned assumptive. And second, guess what? Full-time spanking modeling IS a real job.

No, this is not going to be a sob story about the trials and tribulations about working in the fetish industry. I’m going to base this post on the models I know, the ones who truly love spanking, who are authentic spankos to their core — yes, the work can be a lot of fun. But make no mistake, it is work.

I never did any fetish work for a living, just for the fun and adventure of it. Even when I was working in the dungeon, it was only a couple of days a week and for a very brief period. I got to pick and choose and do just what I wanted to do. That said, even I noticed how much work went into these productions, into the business of being a professional spanko.

When I shot a full-length video, I could completely crash the next day. Not only was my bottom sore, but I had a backache from arching my back deeply for extended periods of time and a stiff neck from unnaturally craning it (had to make sure my face was always visible to the camera). A pro doesn’t get to crash. She pops a Tylenol, rubs in the arnica or whatever, and goes on to the next shoot.

When you have a “real job” (working in an office, I guess), yeah, there’s a lot of aggravation. But when you’re having an off day, you can somewhat retreat to your desk, bury yourself in work, phone it in a little. (Well, unless you’re in sales, and then you’re screwed.) You don’t have to look perfect. You can be tired. And if you’re really not up for it, you can call in sick and use a paid vacation/sick day.

Spanking models have to show up. Period. No work, no pay. There are no medical/dental benefits, no paid vacations or holidays, no sick days. If a model is tired, sore, not feeling well, having a “bad body” day — too bad, so sad. She has to show up where she’s expected, and she can’t just lie there and take it — she has to perform. She has to react and interact. And she needs to look her best. Because every inch of her is going to be scrutinized (more on that below). She doesn’t get to phone it in. If she does, she may find herself with a reputation that could tank her career.

Most of us who work in a “real job” may have a bitch of a commute and have to deal with traffic, but at least we get to come home every day. Spanking models don’t have the luxury of having regular nearby work; the production companies are spread out all over the country and beyond. People like Alex, Ten, Sarah Gregory and Dana Kane are constantly on the road (and in the air). They spend a lot of time away from their loved ones, their pets, their homes. And for those of you who are regular air travelers, you know what a @#$%ing pain in the ass that is these days. Oh, and if your flight is canceled or delayed and you don’t make it to your designated shoot? Sorry, you don’t get paid anyway.

It’s true; most spanking models love to be spanked. But constant shooting/sessioning is still hard on the body. When I went to shoot with Sarah and “Tubaman” Paul a couple of years ago, I was with them for four days and we shot a lot of content. Some of it was quite intense. On my last day there, we had planned to shoot two more scenes, one of them with a strapping. Very sheepishly, I said to them, “Guys? I’m going to have to bail; I just can’t do anymore.” I was so freaking sore. Not a problem; they were shooting with a lot of others and those scenes would go to someone else. But if this were my bread and butter, I wouldn’t have had that luxury. I would have had to muscle through those remaining scenes. Then fly home, maybe take a day off at most, and do it again.

We do build up tolerance after a while and don’t mark as much. But for those who shoot extreme scenes, there is still a lot of healing needed, plus a risk of scarring, nerve damage, infection, etc. A former model once confessed to me, just before she retired, that it sometimes took as long as six months to fully recover from one of her heavier shoots.

Spanking models put themselves out there, literally. The plus side? Yes, they get lots of attention, develop a fan base, are treated like celebrities. It’s great fun. But they’re also subject to every kind of critique imaginable. They’re too fat, they’re too thin, they’re too old, they have cellulite, they need to exercise, they need to shave, they make too much noise, they’re too quiet, they’re too bratty, they’re boring, the acting is fake, the spanking is fake, they aren’t wearing the right kind of panties, they shouldn’t be wearing panties at all, they should spread their legs more, blah blah fucking blah. A thick skin is definitely called for. Viewers can be utterly vicious. I still recall sitting online IMing with another former model, an exquisitely beautiful young woman, who was melting down over some fucktard who called her “ugly white trash” on a forum.

When I did videos, I chose to remain a bottom, because that’s what I am. Professional spanking models need to be versatile, need to do things that aren’t necessarily in their comfort zone. Because it’s their job, not their fun time. A bottom in this industry either learns how to top, or she learns how to work behind the camera, because her years as a bottom are numbered. Firm Hand, for example, has a cut-off age of 35. If I topped, if I were willing to do F/F, I could probably still be doing videos. But I don’t want to. People in this industry, for the most part, don’t get to say “I don’t want to.” Sure, they can refuse to do really extreme stuff. But the basics, like switching and playing with other women? Say no to that, and you say no to your career. Now granted, a lot of spankos love the versatility. But what if they don’t? Oh well.

For most of us spankos, the big weekend spanking parties are nothing but nonstop fun. For spanking models, they are fun, but they are also work. They have to plan their time, gauge their scenes, make sure they don’t mark if they’re going to be shooting. They have to buy their tickets and get a hotel room just like any other guest; they pay for their vendor tables. They are constantly needing to market, to compete, to stay on top of their game. And then on top of all that, they have to put up with the contempt of the green-eyed monsters who resent their presence.

Once again, I am not writing this to say “poor, poor spanking models.” This is their chosen life and they are doing what fulfills them — more power to them. But this crap about it not being a “real job” needs to stop. I’d like to see some of these naysayers take on a month of a typical model’s schedule of shooting, traveling and sessioning, and then see what they have to say.

So the next time any of you think that being a spanking pro is nothing but glamour, glitz, being paid exorbitant amounts of money (!!!) for doing something that’s nothing but fun, and living off of various men with deep pockets, think again. And if you’re still thinking that, do us all a favor — STFU about it.

Rant over.


…that is the mood du jour.

I’m off to John’s. Have a good weekend, y’all.

My CHoS book is AVAILABLE! :-)

It’s true, kids. My third book is out. 

I’m still not thrilled with this cover, but with their very limited Cover Creator function, it’s the best I could do. I just didn’t want to bother trying to have a spectacular cover designed; I did that with Late Bloomer, and that’s where it really mattered.

Anyway, it’s on CreateSpace here, and on Amazon here. Who’s going to be the first to order it? 🙂 Come on, it’s cheap!

Sorry, no e-book version yet. I haven’t worked that out; CreateSpace linked me to Kindle Direct, where I could convert my book file into a Kindle file. I tried it… and it was completely effed up. And I don’t know how to fix it. So I’ll have to go another route for an e-book, and I don’t know what that will be at the moment. When I work that all out, I’ll let y’all know.

The paperback version is 160 pages. That’s a whole lot of idiocy. I hope people will enjoy it.

This has been a good writing week. As I’d mentioned on Monday, there was a piece of writing on FetLife from a Dom talking about all the difficulties of being a top. I think it was somewhat satirical, but some of it annoyed me. Since it got over 1600 Loves and hundreds of comments, I figured I’d piggyback off it and write a rebuttal, which I did yesterday morning. I linked to the original, so people could compare the two, and called mine: “Rebuttal: Being a Bottom Really Can Suck Sometimes.” Figured I’d have a brief flurry of comments, maybe a few Loves, and that would be that.

As of this morning, the piece made Kinky & Popular (first time my writing has ever done that), has 67 comments and 213 Loves. And here’s the coolest part: the guy whose piece I spoofed was a really good sport about it. He commented and added his own Love! LOL. We had a brief private message exchange and he jokingly said that if my tongue is that sharp when it’s firmly planted in my cheek, he’d hate to see what it could do when it roams free! (yes, he would)

Unfortunately, you have to be a FetLife member to read it. If you are, and you have not seen it yet, it’s here.

All right. I am a busy girl. Must go market book. Must work on projects. Must concentrate on trying to stay comfortable. Yes, the A/C is still severely compromised. It blew one of its compressors and is operating on 1/2 capacity, and will continue to do so until a new compressor can be located and installed. Challenging, considering how busy the A/C repair people are right now and how in demand parts are. Blech.

Hope everyone here in the States has a wonderful July 4th holiday tomorrow!

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