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.


Who knows what I mean, just from those two words? No, I’m not talking about a yeast infection. I’m talking about that urge that hits us bottoms (no pun intended) sometimes, the one where the craving for a spanking is So. Damn. Powerful, you feel like you’ll jump out of your skin if you don’t get some physical relief.

Many of us have spouses/mates/regular play partners. Some don’t. Some go to a lot of parties; others don’t have access or the funds for them. Some of us don’t play at all, just think about it, and for that, I am so sorry. We all have different spanking schedules. I am lucky enough to have a play partner whom I get to see fairly regularly, but you know, sometimes, life interferes. And most of the time I roll with that. But every now and then, that urge, that ITCH strikes so hard, I really do wish 1-800-SPANK-YOU was a thing. Order up a spanker, just like you order Uber or takeout food or whatever. You want it, you punch in the number, pull up the App, and poof. There he/she is. You even get to choose height, weight, age, hair color, banter style, level of intensity… imagine the possibilities.

It all started yesterday. Before I get into this, I want to make sure I’m being clear — yeah, I have a bit of a spanko-type crush on my chiropractor, because I really do get a toppy vibe from him. No, I don’t expect that anything would ever happen, nor would I want it to. But I’m having one hell of a lot of fun with these fantasies, so you all just get to bear with me and put up with ’em! 😀

When I walked into his office, he greeted me with, “How are we today?” To which I sniped, “I don’t know how you are, but I’m fine!” Without missing a beat, he said, “Thank you for the snark! Much appreciated. Of course, that will directly influence how hard I drive my elbow into your ass.” Right out of the gate, huh? The appointment went as it usually goes, with him working through the various knots of tension and trying to unkink me (physically, of course. No one will ever unkink my twisted little soul). He kept up a regular stream of banter, distracting me from the discomfort. At one point he was leaning his weight onto me while stretching out my hamstring, and he gleefully said, “I just love putting all my weight into pushing on such a tiny little person!” “Sadist,” I grumbled, and he replied, “Maybe a little.” AHA!! At the end of each session, he takes me into another room where they have tables with built-in massagers, and he lays me out on one of those with ice packs under my back, so I get a massage and an icing at the same time. Yesterday, he covered me with a blanket and then said, “Don’t you move for ten minutes.” I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying, “What if I do?”

So I come home from this, with my body feeling like overcooked spaghetti but my kinky neurons firing… and then Steve texts me. Poor thing… yet another sinus infection. I swear, that man is the most infection-prone person I know. Sinus infections, pinkeye, bronchitis, that thing that started out like a pimple and then damn near ate off his face… such a drag! Either his immune system is whacked, or he’s taken so many antibiotics, they don’t work for him anymore. So of course, I wouldn’t be seeing him this week.

No biggie, I thought. I had a lot of work to do today. But as I got into it this morning, I was restless. I felt snarky and prickly; I was definitely in Looking For Trouble mode, I could feel it. I wanted to be spanked like nobody’s business. No emotional involvement, nothing complicated, just the pure physicality of a man’s hand smacking my backside hard.

Times like these, it’s a damn shame that I’m not a self-spanker. It would be pretty simple if that were the case, kind of like masturbating for sexual release. But I’m not.

As I squirmed and bounced in my computer chair, eating way too much peanut butter, my mind wandered back to something that happened a long time ago, maybe 13-15 years? It was so long ago, I’d written about it on the old Southern California Spanked Wives Club forum. We were at a Shadow Lane party, sitting in the ballroom at dinner, and a very handsome young man came over to the table and started talking with someone there. My friend at the time and I started whispering among ourselves: “Who’s that?” “Damn, he’s cute!” “I’ve never seen him here before!” “He certainly is easy on the eyes, isn’t he.” We simpered on and on until John, overhearing it all, laughed at us and blurted, “Oh for God’s sake, you two! You’re making me sick! Shut up! Less talking, more action — tell you what. The first one of you who gets Mr. Dreamboat to spank you, I’ll give you $25!”

“You’re on!” we said in unison.

I won. 😀  Yup, I bratted him into it first, which was quite the triumph, considering my friend was a lot younger, had a killer body and was cuter than any one woman should be. Anyway… it turned out he lived in Los Angeles, and before the weekend was over, he gave me his phone number. “Any time you feel like playing, give me a holler,” he said. I didn’t think I’d take him up on it; he was maybe 15-20 years younger than me and I felt weird about it.


There came an afternoon when I was home, back in the days when I didn’t have a regular spanking partner, work was slow, and I was feeling that ITCH. I was craving spanking so hard, it consumed my thoughts. It also overrode my pride, because I actually picked up the phone and dialed G’s number, which I’d saved. It had been a couple of months since the party, and I hoped he’d remember me. When he answered, I told him who it was and why I was calling. He sounded a bit distracted; he was polite, but it was pretty clear he was busy and wasn’t up for an impromptu play time. Feeling myself shrivel with embarrassment, I said, “OK, sorry to bother you, maybe another time,” and hung up the phone, swearing that I would never reach out like that again.

Two minutes later, my phone rang. I picked it up; it was him again.

“How bad do you want it?”

(Yeah, I know he should have said “how badLY.” But at the moment, I didn’t give a happy rat’s ass about his grammar.)

“Really, really, realllllly bad,” I murmured, feeling my heart race. Long story short, he was willing to meet up with me that evening, but I needed to drive to his place.

So. I dressed up, made up, fixed my hair, and drove approximately 35-40 miles. He lived in one of those beach communities that are notorious for having absolutely no parking anywhere. I’m not exaggerating; I drove around and around his apartment complex for twenty minutes before I finally called him in despair. He had to come out, guide me into his building’s garage, and show me where deliveries could park temporarily. What a hassle.

But I got exactly what I needed. 😀  My itch was scratched. I didn’t stay long, we didn’t talk much, it was just a spanking, nothing more. But I drove home relaxed, pleasantly sore and blissfully happy.

Spanker on Call. What a concept. That was the only time I did that with him, and I don’t think I ever saw him again after that. I don’t think I know anyone like that now, someone I can just call out of the blue, and I don’t even think I could pull it off now. I would overthink it, and think myself out of it. But damn, that was hot.

For crying out loud, there’s an App for everything these days. Why isn’t there a Spanko App?

Thanks for listening. Who else but other spankos would understand this??

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22 thoughts on “That ITCH

  1. Jadelyn Mathias on said:

    Hiya Erica ♡ I know exactly what you are talking about 🙂 My last real spanking was 14 years ago and I crave it like crazy. I really want one and need one. I am still sick going on almost 4 years but it doesn’t stop me from craving a good otk spanking. I agree there should be a spanking app. I can imagine the possibilities as well. That would be so interesting and fun 😉 I got a cyber spanking over my online Daddys knee today on the phone but there is nothing like the real thing. Much Love and hugs always from naughty girl Jade / Emily Jean xxxxx ♡ ♡ ♡

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  2. Yorkie69 on said:

    I LOVE that concept. Although my wife might object! We just need to clear the house and we could play. She would spank me to my heart’s content. Sigh…

    Perhaps an app that just clears the house when we want? And then MY itch can be scratched…



  3. Erica, you might say “A spanking in need, given a spanking in deed.” You must have been in heaven when this wish of yours took place. XXX Luv ya.

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  4. Mike on said:

    Some male escorts include spankings in the list of services that they offer. And they are just a phone call or email away. As you and I have discussed, I’m a bottom who is into m/m spankings and who’s hired a male escort to not only scratch that itch but to also act out a very specific fantasy. Yes, it was expensive but it was totally worth it. I was the first person he ever spanked or so he said. (His ads didn’t mention spanking. He responded enthusiastically to my email.) Despite his inexperience, he was very good at what he did and I wound up seeing him — just for a spanking — four times. (I wasn’t looking for a “master”.) He’s still advertising, and even though it’s been MANY years, I would hire him again in a heartbeat. The only thing that prevents me from sending that email is the very real fear that “escort” is a euphemism for “prostitute” and my reading of my state’s prostitution laws (I’m not an attorney) leads me to believe that paying someone for a spanking could cause me to break the law. Getting arrested on prostitution charges just for scratching that itch isn’t worth it. (Sigh) California’s laws may be very different.


  5. Wow, Erica. This is one area where you and I are on exactly the same page. I’ve often thought of this possibility and would definitely participate in it. In other words, sign me up for this app! I thought it was just my weird thinking, and I assumed that women (especially those who play on the bottom) would not feel it was a great idea. Now I know there’s more than one 🙂

    Okay, now I have the ITCH. Thanks a lot 😛

    ** starts the app on iPhone and searches on really cute, snarky women who make awesome faces while being spanked**

    Seriously though, I think an app is quite feasible and would probably catch on pretty quickly. I’m going to talk to my kinky software engineer friend…


  6. Jade — no, there really isn’t.

    Yorkie — I think we need an overall “Life Stops For An Hour” app. Makes all the reality go away/freeze for some play time!

    Six — it was awesome.

    Mike — that’s one way of getting what we need, I guess! You’re lucky that he was good at it and you found it satisfying and worth it.

    Quai — in a perfect world, I could order a pizza and the App would say, “Want a spanker with that?” 😀


  7. `There he/she is. You even get to choose height, weight, age, hair color, banter style, level of intensity… imagine the possibilities.`
    I guess that would count as topping from the bottom, young lady!


  8. MrJ — hmmmm… yup, I guess it is!


  9. Kelly on said:

    I love that idea. I’m quite shy, so this might be perfect for me. The person who develops it could make a fortune and not just off me 😉


  10. anonymous on said:

    I love your chiro adventures. If you get in major writing mode, I suggest you flesh these real life teaser experiences into a series of stories and sell them on Amazon.
    And if you get more shoots there is awesome plot potential in what you already created in your mind as well as your fun dialogue exchanges.

    I don’t have a regular spanking partner, but for the Hell of it…AND to really stand out, I already told you I paid DEARLY for my dreams of meeting BOTH Pat Benatar and Heart’s band for pre-concert VIP tours. Pat’s is the end of June. And Heart’s is near the end of July. My Birthday is in July and if I can, I will try to mention spanking in a playful way. Pat is cute as hell and her hubby is hot as Hell. I may just be ballsy and ask for some playful birthday smacks. I think they would be more receptive than Ann or Nancy but who knows? LOL Nancy has some massive biceps from her guitar playing prowess.


  11. Kelly — wouldn’t it be awesome? Right in the comfort of your own home. And all spankers are vetted. You can look at their pictures on your phone and “swipe right” when you find one you like.

    A. — I’m gonna want to hear about this!! You’re pretty gutsy, so I’m thinking you’re going to pull it off. As for my chiro — yeah, some fan fiction might be an idea. I have to admit, this is a lot of fun. I haven’t had this kind of banter with an “is he or isn’t he” professional since my days with the personal trainer, nearly 20 years ago.


  12. Anonymous on said:

    I’m enjoying the Chiropractor Chronicles. My dirty little mind is racing a mile a minute imagining that he’s read your blog all along, knows those well-hidden desires of yours and continues to tease you such that the itch becomes stronger and deeper, incessant, all encompassing, and the only salve that could provide you relief would be for him to stop the clock, hustle you over his knee, pull your panties down and apply a long hard hand spanking to your bare bottom. I kind of hope he takes his time before doing this though because, to be honest, I’m enjoying your discomfort…laughing somewhat sympathetically 🙂

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  13. Anonymous — wow. That’s quite a yummy scenario! Here’s the weird part: if it actually happened, I’d freak out. I’d seriously question his professionalism, and I’d have to find someone new, which would be a drag, because he’s helping me. But oh, the fantasy…

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    • I feel ya on that, Erica. I often think about how I or the other person would likely react in reality if certain scenarios came to be. It’s those scenarios where I can honestly say that the reaction wouldn’t necessarily be bad that are the most intriguing and add to that ITCH


  14. anonymous on said:

    Have you considered fessing up to him and switching to another chiropractor? THEN… possibly you two could start a spanking relationship without compromising his integrity.


    • Problem with that is, I really do like his chiropractic skills. It is not easy to find a good one; a lot of them out there tell you horror stories about how crippled you are and how you have to see them constantly and they charge you a small fortune. He’s honest, and he knows what he’s doing. Instead of just jerking me around and then telling me to come back in two days, he gives me tools for helping myself when I’m not there. All fantasies aside, it would be foolish of me to give that up. (sigh)

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  15. Erica ,
    Just catching up on your posts.
    Yes, I know that itch all too well. I have actually posted about it in the past, but I like to call it my “solace”.
    I too have also often wondered about a Spanko App or even the simpler possibility of a plain ol’ ad on Craigslist and what the possibilities are of getting a genuine response; “Looking for a lady who’s in need of over the knee correction”. Just seems flawed. I always though that was what FetLife was for, yet that does not seem to be the case?
    Well I’m available as a Spanker on Call, perhaps I should advertise my services, just not sure if there are any real takers out there.



  16. Enzo – no no NO to Craigslist. There is so much predatory crap on CL, that if you were to post a legitimate ad, it would get buried in the quagmire. FetLife can indeed be a way to meet potential partners; at least it serves as a connecting point. But you have to wade through a lot of BS there too.

    Interesting word choice. Solace is comfort in times of sorrow. How does the intense, maddening craving comfort you? I’m curious…


  17. Erica –
    Glad to hear I’m not alone and happy I was better able to explain myself.

    Thanks for the recommendation. I haven’t heard anything, one way or another, about, I just get the feeling that it is either a defunct or spam-link site.



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