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 “June, 2016”

Getting to know me/you

I’m in a pensive mood tonight, due to all the ugliness on the news lately. I saw one of those old-time memes where you answer questions about yourself, so I thought I’d distract myself with that. Of course, about half the questions in this meme I found were completely stupid, so I chose to delete them. So here goes. Feel free to copy the questions and put in your own answers on your blog, if you’d like.

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1.  If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?
This changes often, but at this time, my answer would be President Barack Obama.

2. Do you sleep with or without clothes on?
If I’m alone, PJs, a nightie or a t-shirt. If not alone, then no clothes.

3. Ever had a poem or a song written about you?
I had a song parody written about me once. It was to the tune of The Beatles’ “Eleanor Rigby” and it was called “Erica Rigby.” I don’t remember most of it, but I do recall that instead of the lyric “Father Mackenzie,” it was “John in a frenzy.” 🙂

4. Do you have any strange phobias?
Emetophobia — the fear of vomiting. I will do anything physically possible to keep from throwing up, and when I feel nausea, I get a panic attack.

5. Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?
No, I make sure that everything I put up my nose is domestic.

6. What’s your religion?
I don’t believe in religion.

7. If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?
Counting the minutes until I can come back inside.

8. When was the last time you played air guitar?
Last week on the treadmill, when one of my favorite songs with a great guitar solo came on my iPod.

9. How do you vent your anger?
Exercise, writing rant-y blog posts and tweets, having a bitchfest with friends.

10. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it?
Mmmmm… I do have a weakness for being in front of it. 🙂

11. Have you ever gone skinny dipping?
Yes.

12. What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?
My emotional nature; my intelligence.

13. Do you have a collection of anything?
Clown figurines and refrigerator magnets.

14. What is a sound you hate; sound you love?
Screaming babies and incessantly barking dogs; purring kitties and a top’s solemn voice.

15. Are you happy with the person you’ve become?
Yeah, I think so. I could be a whole lot worse.

16. What’s the worst place you’ve ever been to?
South-Central Los Angeles. That place terrifies me.

17. Favorite band?
The Beatles, always and forever.

18. Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?
I live in Los Angeles; of course I drive. I’ve had a few fender benders, and I’ve been hit a few times, but no major crashes.

19. What the last book you read?
Jillian Keenan’s Sex With Shakespeare. I need to blog my thoughts on that sometime soon.

20. What’s the last movie you saw?
An old cult classic on Turner Classic Movies, Wild In The Streets.

21. What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?
A really, really bad sprained ankle that took months to heal. I had to walk in a brace and have physical therapy. It was as bad as having a break.

22. What’s your sexual orientation?
Good ol’ boring heterosexual.

23. Ever had a rumor spread about you?
Yes. It hurt a lot and nearly drove me out of the spanking scene.

24. Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?
I admit that I do, sometimes. Especially if they never apologize for it and they did me a lot of emotional damage.

25. Do you save money or spend it?
I am a saver, for the most part.

26. What was the last thing you purchased?
Groceries.

27. How many relationships have you had?
Only one that matters. 🙂

28. Where were you yesterday?
Several places — John’s house, Starbucks, The Habit, a dim sum restaurant, a dog kennel where we walked John’s neighbor’s dog.

29. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?
I have a pack of multi-colored Post-Its on my desk; some of them are pink.

30. What’s your favorite animal?
That would be a tie between dogs and cats.

31. What were you doing last night at 12:00 a.m.?
Watching TV at John’s, while he slept with his head in my lap. We’re old.

32. What do you think is Satan’s last name?
Trump.

33. What is the single best decision you’ve made in your life so far?
Hard to choose just one. My knee-jerk answer is deciding to embrace my kinky side.

34. What is a saying that you say a lot?
Not really a saying, but I exclaim, “Oh, for….” a lot. You know, “Oh, for god’s sake,” “Oh, for Christ’s sake,” “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

35. What is your current desktop picture?
A stock waterfall photo that came with the computer.

36. Favorite color?
Red.

37. If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?
(sigh) Much as I’d like to think about it, I don’t believe I could actually do it. But I do have a few temptations.

38. You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?
My first adult spanking, just for the sheer joy and wonder of it.

39. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?
My brother’s death.

40. You have the opportunity to sleep with the music celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?
John Lennon — the young, cheeky, sexy version.

41. Have you ever thrown up in a car?
I did all the time, when I was a little kid. I got horribly carsick.

42. In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?
Acceptance, trust, listening, values and preferences in common, attraction to both the outside and the inside.

43. What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?
Roy Orbison’s “Oh, Pretty Woman.”

44. You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?
a. Yes… my loved ones have a right to know. b. Assuming that I get to live those days without feeling ill, see as many loved ones as possible, eat all the ice cream and chocolate and bread and peanut butter, play, say everything I want to say. c. No. I’m not afraid of death. I’m afraid of a lingering life in pain and sickness. If I were ill, I’d want to go quickly.

45. Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?
Neither. I’d rather email or text, or talk to someone in person.

46. What is the meaning of life?
I will borrow my father’s words here: “An entrance, an exit, and a lot of bullshit in between.”

47. What would you want to be written on your tombstone?
“Couldn’t sing, couldn’t cook, had a nice ass.”

48. Do you have any nicknames?
I used to be called “Bionic Bottom” in the spanking scene. John has a lot of goofy pet names for me, including “bunny.” 🙂

49. Do you have any obsessions right now?
I guess I’ve had to say that I’m always obsessed with spanking and everything about it. But I don’t consider that a bad thing.

50. If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?
I suppose this is where I’m supposed to say something inspirational, spread the love, be kind, etc. But I’m just not the namaste-ish type. So, given the state of the things of late, the never-ending senseless violence and death, here’s what I’d like to shout from the hilltops and be heard around the world:

stopkilling

And on that note: My friends, I love you. ♥

Friday odds and ends

Who’s ready for the weekend? How about some inane search word phrases to propel you into it?

little emily spanked and naked around town

Who the hell is little emily, why is she running around town naked, and, most important, what does this have to do with me?

erica qcoot

OK, that’s not even close. And leave my coot out of this.

spanking pepper oily bottom

Ew. Don’t be putting pepper and oil on my bottom. It’s not a freaking salad.

gay jewish spanking

I think you may be a little farmischt — try J-Date, perhaps?

And finally…

Spanking is woderful

Why yes, it is. But you might want to do something about that cold.

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In other news… this week in the Chiropractor Chronicles (who came up with that name? I forget. It’s brilliant), he had me in some sort of pretzel position trying to get something or another to shift, and I instinctively tensed up before relaxing and letting him do his thing. I can’t help it. It’s what I do. “You need to learn how not to be in charge for two minutes,” he said. “Look who’s talking,” I snapped back. “Touché!” he laughed. Later, when he said “Lay on your right side,” I couldn’t help saying, “Lie.” “OK, Ms. Editor. Pardon me while I dig my thumb in a little harder.” Oh, yes, please, hurt me.

I do have a legitimate concern that’s been hamster-wheeling about in my fevered little brain lately. There’s no denying that I’ve got some sort of weird soft-tissue thing going on in my left cheek/hip/hamstring. I’ve been massaging and stretching and icing, and it’s not affecting my workouts or my day-to-day activities, but it’s tedious. It’s annoying. It may be arthritis — I’m certainly at the age where that could be so. X-rays show nothing, so perhaps an MRI might, but getting one of those from my HMO is a major ordeal. Bottom line (pun not intended) — I can live with this, but I can’t help wondering — does it have anything to do with basically getting my butt pounded for the past 20 years? And is it something I should tell a doctor? I know they’re professionals, they’ve heard it all… but good grief, how embarrassing! And then what — they’d probably tell me that perhaps I should stop doing that, and that’s not about to happen. Meh. Ageing blows! 😦

It’s something to consider, though. What does happen to ageing spanko bottoms? Do we get some sort of syndrome back there akin to what boxers get after years of beatings? Good thing our brains aren’t in our backsides. (Although a lot of people do have their heads up their asses, so… never mind.)

On that cheery note, I’m back to work. Have a great weekend, y’all.

Partially OT: Rumor has it…

So what’s trending in social media today, besides election crap ad nauseam and whatever the Kardashian/Jenner clan have been up to? Some are saying that hyper screaming-Mimi exercise guru Richard Simmons has been secretly transitioning into a woman. I really couldn’t care less one way or another, but every time I see this guy, I’m taken back to the 70s.

I’ve mentioned before that I knew him then… as a maitre d’. Yes, that’s right. When I was 14-15 years old, he was the host at an Italian/Continental restaurant/bar that one of my dad’s closest friends owned. We went there at least once a week, oftentimes more.

What was Mr. Simmons like back then? Exactly the same as he is now, except he wore long pants and a collared shirt. Same wild hair, same loud, pushy demeanor. I honestly don’t know how he got this job, or how he kept it. He was obnoxious. He’d butt into conversations, sit on the arm of the plush dining chairs and poke his nose into what we were eating. He once told me that I was too fat to be eating fettuccine Alfredo. (He was right, but it still wasn’t his place to say so.)

(If I’ve told this story before, forgive me. I’m old.) One time, I had ordered shrimp salad. I knew of the chef’s penchant for covering salads with black pepper, which I hate, so I specifically said, “No pepper, please.” When Richard brought me my salad, sure enough — tons of black pepper. So I asked him to take it back. “Oh, come on,” he snapped at me. I insisted, and he left in a huff. A few minutes later, he came back with a fresh salad, plunked it down in front of me so hard the lettuce jumped a little, and said, “Here you go, spoiled brat.”

Ha. I guess he got that part right. *snicker*

It was shortly after this job that he got interested in health and fitness (I guess that was partially due to watching a bunch of people consume platefuls of heart-attack food), opened his first gym, and the rest is history.

Just another little tidbit from my crazy past. In other, more on-topic news — Steve came over yesterday! Finally! He showed up at the door, announcing, “Hi, you called 1-800-SPANK-YOU?” I really, really needed this; I was one big ball of leftover tension from the day before. I had not yet learned out to work the navigation thingamajig on my new phone, and I had to drive someone unfamiliar. I Mapquested it, but the directions turned out to be vague and open for interpretation (and of course, I interpreted them the wrong way), and I got ridiculously, hopelessly lost, driving around and around, disoriented, pulling over, trying to figure out how to get directions on my phone, shooting texts, pulling back into traffic, getting lost again, pulling over again… UGH!! This is what happens when a Baby Boomer tries to be a Millennial! The good news? Steve showed me how to work Google Maps on my phone and get the spoken directions, so this won’t happen again. And oh, a lot of my tension is gone. 😀  No pictures this time, sorry. We were too busy making up for lost time.

I have lots of work (yay!), and I need to get to the gym, so I’m out of here. Happy Hump Day.

And now for something completely different…

…and something you’ll never see again.

Yeah. Me in a cheerleader outfit.

It’s true. My contribution to Sarah Gregory’s Cheerleader Spankings site is up. I am a most reluctant cheerleader (hence the video name Cheerless Cheerleader) grudgingly agreeing to indulge hubby John’s fantasy. He said he’d always wanted to “fuck a cheerleader,” and I told him to please, be my guest, find one and knock himself out! But noooo, it had to be me. (sigh) Anyway, you can read all about it on Chief John’s Spanking Blogg, here. Lots of pictures and a couple of GIFs too.

“Well? Are you happy now??” Sheesh. The things we have to do to please our mates.

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And in other news: Pandora Blake is back!!!! She won her battle with ATVOD! Read all about it. Now that’s something to cheer about. Congratulations, Pandora, and here’s to lots more wonderful videos from you.

Back to work I go…

Correspondence Hall of Shame, 6/3

Ready for some Friday laughs, kids? Here you go.

I wanna soank that fat ass.

Fat?? Ouch. This is from an 18-year-old, by the way. I truly could be his grandmother. Tell you what, son. Come back when you’ve learned how to spell what you want to do to me. Oh, and when you’re shaving.

Do you have dark fantasies about being USED. Are you the paradox between your innocent (vanilla) and feminine professional (woman) image and this erotic dark side to be objectified and used like a “dirty girl”. No one knows nor would you draw any suspicions. The Stepford wife image; uppity, prudish and snobby with that mysterious look (making them wonder…..what is below the surface). Very masochistic??

Uh… yeah, sure, that’s me. I’m so prim and proper, baking pies in my pencil skirt and pearls. I guess I must be very masochistic, though, considering I subject myself to crap like this.

wow hun i would spank that bottom and then lick it and in the crack 

Wow, hun, I hope you don’t kiss your blow-up doll with that mouth.

Experienced in the scene and an actual professional dog trainer who uses techniques on my previous subs. Would like to learn more about you my dear.

You would, huh? OK, here’s the first thing you should know: I’m not a @#$%ing dog!! I hope one of your subs pees on your leg.

And finally… this is a first. In all the years I’ve been online and getting all these missives, I’ve never received anything like this.

Jesus Christ died on the Cross for your sins. Repent and believe in the Gospel today!
One day you will stand before God and you will give account for everything you have done! 
Sex outside of marriage, oral sex, homosexuality, transgender, lesbianism, lust (all sexual sin) will send you to hell! Mercy and grace is offered to you today through Jesus Christ. Please take it! 
Hell is a place of torment, a place of isolation, darkness and eternal fire forever and ever. 
God does not want you to go there. God made a way for you to be forgiven and have mercy through His Son Jesus Christ. 
He wants you to surrender your heart today and believe in your heart that Jesus is Lord. 
The Bible says that ‘Today is the Day of Salvation’ that you are not guaranteed to live another day. 
Jesus commands all men and women to “Repent and believe in the Gospel” Mark 1:15. 
God wants you in heaven not hell. Think about it. 
What will you do with Jesus Christ today? He wants to save you. 
Will you humble yourself and ask Jesus into your heart right now?
“For God so loved the world(you) that He gave His one and only Son (Jesus) that whosoever believes in Him (Jesus) shall not perish (in Hell) but have everlasting life (heaven). John 3:16
Invite Jesus into your heart today and ask Him to become your personal Lord and Savior! It’s that simple. 

Pardon the blasphemy, but Oh My Fucking God.

Thank you for your concern, my friend, but you’re too late. I’ve been hellbound for years. Considering all my friends and loved ones will be there too, I’m actually kinda looking forward to it.

This was on Alt.com. The sender had a blank profile, no pictures, no descriptions, nothing. Some people think he/she has a “repent” fetish and this is part of how their kink manifests. I’m skeptical. I think it’s a random holy roller going onto kink sites and trying to save souls. What do you think?

Anyway… what with my newfound meme infatuation, of course I had to create one for my CHoS contributors:

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Have a great weekend, y’all.

So, what brought this on…

Today, I noticed that my blog views spiked dramatically upward. No complaints, mind you. I haven’t posted since Monday and my views were pretty much dormant. But what could be causing the traffic? I did a scan of the blogosphere — nope, nothing posted that has anything to do with me.

Then I realized… it’s probably from something completely vanilla. Ooopsies! 😀

As I’ve mentioned ad nauseam, I use Erica Scott pretty much everywhere, including Twitter. Several years ago, I connected with and friended “Cousin Barnabas,” who is a fellow Dark Shadows fanatic and has a blog called The Collinsport Historical Society. He knows about my blog, and it didn’t send him running away screaming. In fact, he’s one of my blog followers, and he often “Likes” my tweets. I ♥ open-minded people.

Because Dark Shadows is currently celebrating its 50th anniversary (!!!), he invited several people to write a guest column on his blog about their experiences with the program, when/why/how they watched it, etc. I was very honored to be on this list, and I wrote a little piece about my years as a DS fangirl (and in particular, a Quentin Collins/David Selby fangirl). He posted it this morning, and you can read it here. And he tweeted about it, which linked people to my own Twitter profile.

And what’s on my Twitter profile? My blog URL.

Oh, dear. Imagine the shock when a bunch of Dark Shadows fans read this column, wondered who I was, and clicked on my blog. Not quite what they were expecting!

Ah well. They’re all big boys and girls, I’m assuming. For the DS fans landing here via the Collinsport Historical Society, I offer you this toon that my talented friend Dave Wolfe created for me a few years ago, which combines two of my favorite obsessions. 😀

My heartthrob is... How old???

Oh… and this really should go without saying, but I’m saying it anyway. If you visit the CHS blog and want to comment on my post, please don’t say anything about TTWD. That’s not what his page is about and that would just be rude, ya know?

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