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 “February, 2016”

About John, and Valentine’s Day

Since this is Valentine’s Day weekend, I thought I’d play along with a meme that’s been floating around out there — 15 questions about my man.

1. Name a favorite movie of his. Do you like it, too? If he doesn’t have a favorite movie, substitute a TV series. 
John likes Schindler’s List a lot. He was especially impressed that Steven Spielberg took no salary for the film, instead donating all proceeds to founding Shoah for holocaust survivors. I have seen it and appreciate it for being a brilliant movie, but it’s hard to like, since it’s so depressing.

2. Tell us something you cook or bake that gets him so happy. Do you add something special that makes your recipe unique?  
I don’t cook, but I bake brownies for him periodically. I substitute applesauce for the butter — the richness of the chocolate and nuts compensates for that and they are (marginally) healthier, but still tasty. He prefers that version to the one with butter.

3. What does he wear to bed? 

4. Does he have or has he ever grown a beard or mustache? Did you (or do you) like it or not? 
Yes, several years ago, when he was working at home. I liked it a lot! But he’s been clean-shaven for years and I like that look on him too.

5. If they were going to make a movie of him, what actor would you pick to play him? 
A slightly younger version of Harrison Ford.

6. Who is neater around the house, you or him? Then give us a sloppy example. 
John and I are both OCD about things around the house. He is very clean, always vacuuming, mopping the floor, etc. He insists on making the bed as soon as we get up, while when I’m home, I never make mine unless company is coming. But John has a lot of clutter, a lot of stuff crammed in drawers and closets and piled up in places, which drives me nuts. I hate clutter.

7. If you could buy him tickets to any concert (even if it’s from the past), what musician or group would be singing or playing? 
David Bowie. Or Jimi Hendrix.

8. Does he wear a wedding ring? Do you care? 
We’re not married, so no.

9. How old was he and how old were you on the day you met? What else do you remember about that day?
I was 38 and he was 37. I remember everything about that day. 🙂

10. If he is the one to choose an ethnic restaurant for dinner out, would it be Chinese, Indian, Mexican, French, Italian, Greek, or …?  
Japanese (he’s crazy about sushi). Chinese or Italian sometimes too.

11. Does your man know how to dance? Is it something you both enjoy? 
Eh… not really. I’m not much of a dancer either, so we mostly just enjoy a slow dance, which is little more than hugging and moving around in a circle.

12. If you were going to choose a dress in a color just to please him, what color would it be?
Red, or black.

13. Do you (or did you) like his mother? Why or why not?
(shrugging uncomfortably) I didn’t actively dislike her, but I didn’t really like her all that much either, for various reasons. Probably best not to elaborate.

14. Name a famous person he really admires.
Living — Stephen Hawking. Not — Albert Einstein.

15. How does he take his coffee or tea?
Black coffee, or with cream, no sugar.

Valentine’s Day is a bitch of a holiday, you know. The romantic in me loves it, but the realist sees it for what it is — a commercial holiday that pressures people (men in particular) to pull out all the romantic stops, and God help the ones who don’t. It’s a day where, if you’re not coupled, you feel like a loser as you’re bombarded with ads and banners and window displays of hearts and flowers. It’s a day where we celebrate love, when we should be celebrating it every day of the year.

When I was younger and very much alone, I hated Valentine’s Day. People at work would make such a deal about it, talking about their dates and mates and so forth, and I would actually call in sick that day so I wouldn’t have to deal with it. Then I’d drown my sorrows in chocolate and hate myself even more, and fantasize about having someone to love.

And now I have someone, and have had that someone for many years. You know what? Life and love are not Valentine’s Day. Relationships are hard work sometimes. Along with the love and the intimacy, the sweetness and the joy, the companionship and closeness, there is stress and grief and conflict. There are days when I struggle, when I briefly long for an uncomplicated life of solitude. Then I remember how many years of that I had, and how miserable I was. (sigh) It is what it is.

Erica’s rambling again. Just remember, friends, this weekend and always — you’re loved. By someone, probably by many someones. It’s not about a calendar date; it’s about the day to day. The big picture. Always try to keep an eye on that, when you’re in down times. I will try as well.

And if all else fails, nothing wrong with a little of this:


(Yes, of course it’s Photoshopped. A gift from a friend.)

Have a great weekend, y’all.


What Wednesday?

Today on Twitter, #AshWednesday is trending. Naturally, I misread this and wished everyone a happy #AssWednesday.

One of my followers then said that it’s not a proper wish unless a photo is attached. Really? OK. Let it not be said that I’m uncooperative.

So, once again, happy #AssWednesday, y’all.


What, wrong ass? OK, OK, let me try again.

Happy #AssWednesday!


Still not right?? Good grief, you people are picky.

Happy #AssWednesday!


Come on, that was close. He’s certainly married to the biggest ass in existence.

All right then… for real, this time. Happy #AssWednesday!


Yes, this is an older picture — check out that monitor! (What monitor?) But I figured it still works. 🙂

Uh huh. I’mma going to hell.

Happy birthday, Steve!

Happiest of birthdays to my most excellent top. Unfortunately, I won’t get to see him this week, as he’s treating himself to a ski trip for his birthday. So, assuming he doesn’t hit a tree or do heaven knows what to injure himself, knock wood, we’ll celebrate next week. However, I just had to give a shout out to the man who came into my life about 3 1/2 years ago, exactly when I needed him most, and — as he promised, many times — hasn’t gone anywhere.

I’m not used to people not going anywhere. But he has remained, and is very special to me indeed.


Funny, I seem to have lost this pair of panties (where do these things disappear to? I think they’re with all my missing socks), but at least I kept the top. 🙂


You’ve seen me at my worst — bawling, depressed, sick, and even fresh out of surgery — and you’re still here. A lot of play partners want just that — play. I don’t blame them. But you’ve been so much more; you’ve been a friend, too.


So happy birthday, Steve! Thank you. ♥



Correspondence Hall of Shame, 2/5

Yes, kids, it’s that time again! Didn’t think I’d be able to sneak this in today as I was busy with work, but I finished in time and have some to spare before I head to John’s. So, enjoy.

dear bottom,
i would love to spank your bottom until it is very red and you are soaking wet. i have a collection of tools and a bondage bench for women just like you. I can introduce you to some very kinky bottom play.

You know, I do have a name. But let’s overlook that for a moment. What I can’t overlook is that you call yourself “Doctor Enema.” No, thanks.

Hi wats up bb wanna have fun

Big surprise, I ignored this one. And then the next day, same guy:

Hi sexxy I love to spank some ass n then I will licked n fucked rough

N then I deleted this one too.

The next one falls under the “Did you even read my profile?” subhead:

hi, I’m xxxx,
I am seeking a slave to serve and please my Dom. i have fallen ill & can not serve as i used too. if you ever had this fantasy of serving as a slave and being used for a man’s pleasure, or if you have served before. then please take a look at our profile. My Sir is is a well known Fetish Photographer, that is why we have a playroom/dungeon. Sir has a huge cock (tho he’ll deny it) which he loves to use on moaners or screamers, he loves anal (which he does really really well). lol we are just trying to find sluts willing to have him take you as many times he pleases, who won’t ever say no to his cock, & who are clean. 

I’m so sorry. But I’m afraid that after reading this crap, I have fallen ill as well. Perhaps he can photograph my ass as I walk away.

And finally, this one was extra special. First, the message:

i’m xxxxx
i luv 2 spank u with my bare hand
i understand u hav a regular playmate, but i’d luv 2 paddle ur fanny. 
Ha! i didn’t say ass–lol.
I’m obsessed with boobs, I still think fart’n is funny, and my funniest humor is naughty/inappropriate. Do you think you can handle me?
talk 2 me

And then, his profile description:

An easy-going, educated, conservative, patriotic, God-fearing Dominant Veteran
in search of a sexy, low-maintenance, easy-going, conservative, patriotic, God-fearing (no muslims or athiests. agnostics ok) sub. 

How many things can be wrong with one correspondence? (I won’t even go into the picture he had on his profile — shudder.) And if he’s so educated, why does his message make a texting teenager look like a rocket scientist?

Let’s review, shall we, Mr. ‘Murica? I’m not a sub, I don’t have enough boobage for you to obsess over, I’m hardly easy-going. Oh, and did I mention that I’m indeed an atheist (and I know how to spell it correctly), I’m pro-choice, and I voted for Obama? Twice? No Muslims, huh? How do you feel about Jews? Nah, probably don’t like them much either.

You may not have said ass, but you certainly are one. Go wave your flag somewhere else.

Ah, I feel a little better now. I’m a bit grumpy today, having found out that my @#$%ing dental insurance does not cover root canals after all, and I have to pay for the one I had in December in full. What the hell? What kind of dental insurance doesn’t have any coverage, at least in part, for a root canal? Arrrgh. Oh well. Guess I need to switch providers, which is always a hoot and a holler. Never mind, life goes on, and I’m off to see my sweetheart.

Have a great weekend, y’all. 🙂

Time for another road trip!

Much as I prefer to remain indoors, Steve loves the outdoors. And I must admit, when he coaxes me outside on occasion for our little trips, we do have fun. He knows some very pretty places and he had spent some time researching somewhere we could go that was a bit secluded. Plus, although the sun was shining brightly and the sky was pure blue, it was in the 50s yesterday, so he figured not a lot of people would be out and about on the particular trail he’d chosen.

He picked me up yesterday about 10:45; I wore jeans, sneakers and a sweater, and carried a hoodie (inside which I’d wrapped two small implements, by his request). We had a nice drive up Topanga Canyon, which led us to a winding road we took for several miles and put us deep into the Santa Monica mountains, overlooking the ocean. We parked, and hiked up a short trail, maybe a half-mile or so. A lot of it was on an incline, so it was a mini-workout. I was grateful for my hoodie, because the cold was pretty biting. But it was worth it when we reached the top. Such incredible views!


The above doesn’t do justice to the blue of the sky. There was also a bizarre circling of stones, which I guess had some sort of spiritual meaning to it. So I struck what I thought was a spiritual pose.


Unfortunately when we first got there, there were a few people. First there were two women who were taking pictures, and then they left, only to be replaced by two more women. We waited and waited, taking vanilla photos and drinking in the view, until they left as well. Then Steve led me off into the bushes, on a very narrow path that ended at a sharp drop. We stopped there… and he told me to take off all my clothes.

Y’know, it’s not like I was surprised by this — I mean, he’d told me that’s what he envisioned when we went on this hike. Part of me wanted to do it, but the other part was screaming, “Wha?? What if someone comes? It’s freezing! This is too risky! I don’t wanna!” But yeah, I kinda did. My exhibitionist side was nudging the worry-wart side out of the way.

My first shock was when I took off my shoes and socks. The dirt path was covered with small stones and bits of branches, and they cut into my feet! Steve, although he’d thought of pretty much everything, had not brought a blanket or a towel. Argh. So I pussy-footed around, trying not to injure myself as I stripped. He took a few shots while I was still in my underwear — I kind of like the attitude in this one. 🙂


But of course, the underwear had to go too. Shivering and exhilarated and scared to death all at the same time, I struck poses.


Of course, we had to have a spanking-themed shot, so everyone could see that the top was fully clothed! (eye roll) And really, could I be any whiter?


(Yes, I have a spine curvature. But I guess most people aren’t focusing on that. Hope not, anyway.)

But then Steve, who was constantly keeping a lookout toward the opening into the bushes, hissed, “Someone’s coming!” Oh my God. I freaked out, snatching at my clothes, fumbling with them as I put them on, my hands shaking. “Where are my panties?” I screeched, not seeing them. “Shhhhh,” he said, indicating them on top of my pile of clothes, and I hurriedly stepped into them, then yanking on my jeans and my sweater over my head. “Deep breaths,” Steve reminded me. I braced myself against him as he helped me put my socks and shoes back on, then he went to look again. “Sorry, babe,” he said. “I didn’t mean to scare you. He went the other way.”

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My nerves snapped and I actually wept. Don’t get me wrong; I loved what we did and I would do it again. But sometimes, this risky fun stuff is nerve-racking! Fortunately, both Steve and John know I get freaked out about stuff (John calls me his panic bunny), and they take it in stride. Once we walked out of the bushes, sat on a bench and I drank a little water, I was fine, and back to good spirits once we started the hike back to the car.

Driving back, the views were so spectacular, we pulled over a couple of times to take more pictures. I took this one with my cell — I think my crappy little phone camera actually captured the blue of the sky better than Steve’s fancy one with all the bells and whistles!


Anyway. That was lovely. And now I can stay inside for the rest of 2016. 😀

Steve got me home around 1:30, and I was able to work all afternoon until it was time to meet Alex and SpankCake for dinner. We hadn’t had one of our nights out since mid-December, so we were overdue. It seems 2016 is starting well for all of us: John’s health is better so I’m not as stressed, Alex is engaged (squeeeeee! so exciting!), and SC has a new job and a great new top. We made all sorts of naughty plans for our time in Vegas at the end of the month. Can’t wait!!

But for now, it’s back to work with me.

Fun post ahead

I’m still here! Just been busy with work, but today has been amazing so far. Steve picked me up this morning and we went on a road trip into the Santa Monica mountains, to hike and get up into some mischief. It was fresh after a rain, and everything was sparkling and clear and the sky was as blue as I’ve ever seen it. It was 56 degrees and so a bit chilly, but by the time we’d hiked up to a remote area, I’d warmed up enough to shed my clothes. All of them. 😀 He took a bunch of pictures, but they’re on his camera and he has to go through them, crop, reduce, fix lighting, etc. He promised to send them to me sometime tomorrow, and then I’ll write in more detail.

Back home working, until it’s dinnertime and then I’m meeting Alex and SpankCake. It’s the first time we’ve seen each other in 2016; been too long! Lots to catch up on. Big weekend play party at the end of February — must make plans!

Work has been steadily copious, which is great. I definitely have enough to take me through the rest of the week. In other news… no, I am not watching any of the political stuff. No debates. No caucuses (cauci?). Hell, I don’t even watch the news at night anymore. So I’m remaining as blissfully ignorant as I can. Today, a friend on Facebook posted that he “hates caucuses.” I commented, “What’s wrong with caucuses? They’re the easiest plants to take care of.” 😇

So anyway, more to come! Meanwhile, I’ll leave you with today’s head-scratcher, a search phrase I just discovered:

spanking skakanka

WTF is that??



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