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.

Most of the time…

… my session posts are a lot of fun to write. They go well. They’re intense and funny and passionate and Steve and I have a wonderful top/bottom connection.

However, as in any relationship, sometimes there are off days. Today was one of ours. I have his full permission to write about it. Not because I want to complain or focus on what went wrong. I want to stress how we dealt with it, and moved through it. Because shit happens.

I think we were both a little off our game today; I know I was for sure. I was still feeling a bit droppish (I know that’s not a word, but tough), tired, a little snarky and sick of the mild side effects from the antibiotics I’ve been taking. He had things on his mind as well, and so we spent a long time talking and decompressing a little, as is often our pattern. Then it was time to play.

I love our OTK warm-ups. His hand only, intensity growing slowly, slowwwwwly, from the first pats to full-on flurries of slaps, alternating, covering my cheeks and sweet spots, occasionally dipping down to upper thigh, just to get my attention. And usually, when he’s done with his hand, he’ll pull me up to hold me for a few minutes, and then we will move on. Either to the ottoman or to my bed, for Round Two with implements.

But today, he wanted to use a couple of implements OTK. That’s perfectly fine; I love staying in that position. However, the “boot” paddle wasn’t a good choice.

It’s too big and unwieldy, and the angle is wrong. A paddle of that type is better for other positions. It felt awkward, but I was already kind of spacey and figured it wouldn’t be for too much longer. No big deal. 

He had been alternating cheeks, but then he turned the paddle so it would go across both, and it came down. Unfortunately, he misjudged the size of the paddle (or maybe the size of me) and the angle was awkward, so a portion of it hit my tailbone.

It was hard, but not super hard. Once when I went to get my mail, I was wearing socks and I slipped backward, landing sitting hard on the stone steps; that hurt far worse than this. But it was a jarring, painful shock, and I reacted.

Overreacted.

I don’t know why I was so upset, but I was. I started crying. He knew it was a bad shot and stopped immediately. I can usually absorb a “stray shot,” as John calls them, take a few breaths and then continue. Not today. I was done.

He took me in his arms and tried to calm me down, but I was breathing so hard, I almost hyperventilated. “Deep breaths,” he said. “Slow down. You’re OK. I’m so sorry. Breathe…” But I was inconsolable. I wept and trembled and wouldn’t look at him. The mis-strike had scared me, and all I could think was, “That shouldn’t happen! Why did that happen?!” At some point, he said something about his being in a frenzy, and I blurted, “You’re not supposed to be in a frenzy! You’re the top; you’re supposed to be in control and focused!” I knew that hurt his feelings, and I at least the presence of mind to think to myself, “Stop talking. You’re being irrational and anything you say right now will come out sounding horrible. Just stop talking.” He remained calm and quiet, going to the freezer to get some ice while I hunkered down into the couch, my arms curled up under me and my face buried. 

Gently, he iced me, and massaged my feet while the ice soothed. If he asked me questions, I nodded, but didn’t speak. He brought me tissues. He stroked my hair, did everything he could to make me feel safe and OK again. 

I could go into all kinds of reasoning about why I was this upset, but really, it doesn’t matter. I knew somewhere inside that he was suffering way more than I was, but I couldn’t seem to break out of the emotional maelstrom I was experiencing. It’s hard to explain the emotional state of a bottom, sometimes.

He waited. He didn’t push, he didn’t prod. He didn’t get defensive or angry (“come on, it wasn’t that bad, snap out of it”). He stayed with me, quietly, never leaving me except to get the ice and the tissues, letting me go through my process.

“Let’s go lie down,” he said, holding his hand out to me. I took it and stood, but then I took two steps and my legs, rubbery, sort of folded and I sat back down. So he lifted me into his arms and carried me into the bedroom, placing me gently on the bed and wrapping the comforter around me. Then he held me. I very slowly stopped shaking, stopped crying, my breathing regulated. The discomfort in my tailbone had faded.

“Are you back with me?” he asked. “Yes,” I answered.

Now what? 

I wanted to talk about it, but I didn’t want to hurt his feelings any further or make him feel defensive. If I complained or criticized too much, perhaps he’d feel like it was too difficult to please me, that I was too hard on him for what was just an unfortunate accident. 

He wanted me to talk, though. “Please, tell me what you’re thinking,” he said. “I want to hear. I want to know and learn. That scared me. Hurting you scared me.”

I took a deep breath. “I want to reach a place with you,” I began. “I know we can get to it, but I’m not quite there yet.” I paused, then continued. “When I was at the party last weekend, I bottomed to some very experienced players. They used implements. But no matter what they were using, I knew I could sink into the scene, lose all awareness. Because I knew that no matter what they were using, or how many times, each strike would be spot on and perfect. Their aim and skill were that good.

“You and I aren’t there yet. I love your hand spankings, and I love our heavier play. But sometimes, with certain implements, there’s a part of me that tenses up a little. A part that makes me hold my breath, wondering where the blow will land. And I want to move past that. A little more practice, a little more focus, and I think we can get there.”

He was totally OK with that, not at all defensive. He may be a top, but he doesn’t have a toppy ego. He can accept, and he can listen. He cares. We will be just fine, and he will keep getting better and better.

And to be fair, I cannot expect him to have the prowess of a Joe or a Strict Dave. Joe lives with Ten, a spanking superstar, and two other spanko women. He gets practice probably every single day. Fineous has been working on perfecting his double flogging technique for years, no doubt. Dave also is one who has gotten regular and constant practice over the years, and a lot of feedback from many bottoms.

Steve said, “You took on a rookie with me, you know.” No… he really wasn’t. He knew kink. He knew spanking. But I am his first regular spanko play partner. He has come a long way for me, and I love him for that.

So today, there are no videos, and no new pictures. But I want to put up a photo from a couple of months ago, because this is how we left things today. Whole. Reconnected. And I owe a great deal of that to Steve’s calm and kind reaction to my reaction/overreaction. He handled me the best any man, any top could have, and I’m grateful.




One of his favorite phrases is “We’re good, huh?”

Oh yes. We’re good, huh. Really.


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19 thoughts on “Most of the time…

  1. Erica,

    I do not like stray shots. I cannot relax when I am being hit in the wrong place with an implement. I am glad that all is good with you and Steve.

    Thank you for sharing.

    Hug,
    joey

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  2. Thank you for sharing. Sometimes shit happens, life happens. I'm glad you talked and worked through it and it probably did serve to bring you closer together.

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  3. joey — John and I were talking about stray shots last night, and I was recalling some of the more epic ones I've experienced over all the years. From really good tops, too. They do happen now and then, unfortunately. Talk about being jerked out of scene space!

    Casey — I believe you're right. Thank you. 🙂

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  4. Kelly on said:

    You both showed great maturity and trust voicing your concern. And the bright spot of the incident is it occurred so much later rather than sooner in your partnership.

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  5. Kelly — thanks. That's absolutely true. If something like this had happened in the beginning before we really knew each other, it could have ended up as a case of “He can't aim.” “She complains too much.” “Later, gator.”

    Steve makes it amazingly easy to communicate honestly. I can't commend him enough for his openness and willingness to listen.

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  6. sixofthebest on said:

    Erica, yes accidents can happen between tops, and bottoms. Plus the fact that you were under antibiotics. But also remember you may have been exhausted from the Las Vegas trip, which might have tired you out. There is also the fact that you are NOT a young chick anymore, and relaxation is a must. You work your brains out all week because of the important job that you have, so please, please takes those things in to consideration. Erica you must start realizing that you CANNOT take the POUNDING anymore that your ASS once took. And I am talking SERIOUS to you. START easing up. Especially HEALTH WISE. I know you might not want to hear such thoughts. But someone has to say these things to you. XXX Luv ya

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  7. Six — I know you meant well, but that was completely inappropriate.

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  8. Also… no one needs to remind me of how old I am. I am aware of that, every waking minute of every day, and every time I look in a mirror. 😦

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  9. Anonymous on said:

    Erica, so glad you are “still with me”. Although we had a bump, we are such a strong Top and Bottom together that we can weather anything. I'm not going anywhere…and neither are you…THAT I know about us both. Oh, and no Erica, we don't need to ease up. Your bum has only gotten better and stronger with experience. I wouldn't want it any other way. Hugs….and spanks…no more misses!

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  10. Steve — big hugs back to you. ♥

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  11. Hi Erica — I am not a big fan of huge paddles because they are thick and they pack quite a sting, For some reason I bruise easily with them 😦 If the paddle hit me in the wrong spot I would of cried and been upset too.That's a normal feeling. I am so happy that you and Steve worked thing's out 🙂 Steve is a very understanding Top, You both make a GREAT team 🙂 Tops like Steve are very rare. I don't like it when someone brings up your age that has nothing to do with spanking, I think that was VERY rude and uncalled for 😦 I get upset because I don't like when someone hurts your feelings 😦 You are a very good friend of mine, I care about you and I got your back 🙂 Don't pay him no mind, it's all BS. Some people should STFU. You will ALWAYS be BIONIC BUTT 🙂 You can still take VERY hard spankings. I Love you, big hugs from naughty girl Jade

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  12. Jade — thanks. Don't worry… I'm not upset anymore. 🙂

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  13. Oh hun… so sorry that happened, but so many times these mishaps can be opportunities for relationships to grow. xo

    Tomorrow can't come soon enough… big hugs.

    xo,
    SC

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  14. SC — yay, it's here! See you soon! 😀

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  15. Hi

    Perhaps I misread some of this but this is a primer for a true caring and loving spanking relationship, sometimes we are off our game but when we discover the issues, well hug and talk…….well done, sorry it happened but wow this is a terrific post.
    Oh your bottom is lovely in that blue panty!
    Always
    Ron

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  16. sixofthebest on said:

    Erica, when someone has feelings for someone, one gets carried away. Because when you get hurt, I get hurt. I apologize. XXX Luv ya.

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  17. Ron — thank you. That's exactly the way I was hoping people would see it. 🙂

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  18. Six — thank you.

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  19. Well it was clear to me…..well done.

    Always
    Ron

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