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 “May, 2015”

Spanko de Mayo

Yeah, I’m still here. Been busy, taking care of things. John. Work. But yesterday, it was my turn. Steve came over, and for a few blissful hours, someone took care of me.

It was Cinco de Mayo. Of course, that means nothing to me — I’m not of Mexican heritage, and I have no desire to go to a bar and pound margaritas (although lately, the idea of alcohol-fused oblivion has its appeal). But Steve took full advantage of it. To commemorate the day, he informed me, I would not receive any single swats. No… everything would be in series of fives.

Oh, boy.

I thought, well, how bad could that be. HA. He didn’t mention that the fives would all be in the same spot, fast, and hard. Or that he would dip below and venture onto my upper thighs (mercifully, he did that only with his hand, not the implements). But OUCH.

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He was quite steady with that five-count, too. One time, however, he was off, and I oh so brilliantly piped up, “That was four, stupid.”

(geeez, who’s the stupid one here?)

That got me a reward of ten, all in one spot. Argh.

We actually shot some video, for the first time since before John’s surgery. I was a bit more subdued than usual, but still had fun and enjoyed the banter. Things got pretty intense at the end, though. Here’s a screen grab to illustrate:

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I think I like screen grabs from video better than stills; there’s an immediacy and authenticity to them that isn’t quite present in a posed shot.

He held me for a long time afterward, while I basked in mindless nothingness, enjoying the pleasant sting and prickle lingering in my bottom and upper thighs. I would have napped when he left, but I had work to do, so I snapped myself back to reality and got down to it.

Anyway. John is most likely going to get the green light to drive again, this week. It’s been six weeks, which is the amount of time they originally told him to avoid driving. This will be huge, as it will give him back his autonomy (and give me all of my weekdays back, which I will so appreciate). Just in time, too, as he has doctor appointments on Thursday and Friday, and I have a lot of work. In fact, last week, he actually took cabs a couple of times, because I had deadlines and I simply could not make it to his place. I begged him to ask his neighbors for a ride, since they’ve offered several times, but he hates asking people for anything. Well, except me. (sigh) So OK, he took cabs. His choice.

Today, I feel relaxed, productive, and the cherry on the sundae? It’s cloudy and gray outside, my kind of day! 🙂 (Yes, I’m weird. What else is new.) Back to work with me.

Thank you, Steve. ♥

More search phrase absurdity, & other stuff

We bloggers all know about the sometimes bizarre keywords and search phrases that bring readers to us. Since I moved to WordPress, mine have been fairly generic, nothing too weird. Until yesterday. Here, among “Erica Scott,” “Erica Scott spanking” and “Erica Scott blog” was:

mommy kink bathroom bring me some

Um… What?

It was all one sentence, just like this, not separated. What the hell kind of a search is this? What was this person looking for? Not to mention that, except for the word “kink,” none of this has anything to do with me. (Don’t say I remind people of their mommy or I will seek you out and cause serious injury to your person.)

Bring me some what? Water? Lube? Corned beef from the deli? Or, since they mentioned bathroom, maybe it’s “bring me some Charmin”?

And where does spanking enter any of this, pray tell? How did this gibberish land them on my blog? My head hurts.

Anyway. Do any of you remember that last July, I went to Alex’s birthday party? It was a fun night, and Alex looked so adorable in her Alice in Wonderland outfit, I just had to get some pictures with her.

Know when she sent ’em to me? Two weeks ago. Oh, that Alex. But hey, don’t think of it as being nine months late from her last birthday; let’s put a positive spin on things and say this is three months early for her upcoming birthday! 😉

I love love love you, Alex. ♥

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That’s lovely Maddy Marks on the right, BTW.

Didn’t get to see Steve this week for any spanking therapy, because Tuesday his car was in the shop all day, and that was the only day I had available. I missed him. But next Tuesday is just around the corner.

So, it’s May. Normally, I hate the month of May, as it’s chock full of bad memories of both my brother’s and my father’s deaths. However, after the April I’ve had, May is looking like a freaking cakewalk. (What is a cakewalk, anyway? It just dawned on me that I’ve heard and used that expression many times and have no clue what it means.) John has extended his work leave from six weeks to nine, due to all the complications and setbacks he’s had. However, he is hoping his cardiologist will OK his driving at the six-week mark, which would make life a whole lot easier for both of us.

So let’s review: in the past five weeks, John has suffered plantar fasciitis that rendered him unable to walk without a brace and a cane; blood clots in his lungs; blurred vision when reading (that seems to be resolving, thank goodness); and a UTI that just wouldn’t quit and affected his prostate, necessitating the use of catheters (we’re hoping that’s temporary, too). Oh! and he also had a little matter of open-heart surgery. He’s had two week-long hospital stays and two trips to the ER, and had several doctor appointments each week. He’s taken hundreds of pills and been a human pincushion with dozens of blood draws.

It’s been hell.

But now he’s walking, and reading again, and they are keeping a very close watch on his blood-thinner levels so that there won’t be any more clots. The incision on his chest is healing nicely. Last night, he said he got up to use the restroom only once. That’s quite an improvement over every hour and a half, as he was doing last week. Slowly, things seem to be improving. Trouble is, I’m afraid to believe they are. I keep waiting for the next disaster. I’m jumpy and edgy and overreact to everything. I cry at everything. I even deactivated my FetLife profile temporarily, because things there were upsetting me and I didn’t want the temptation to say anything I’d regret.

I guess we both need to heal.

Gotta get back to work. Have a great weekend, y’all.

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