And awayyy we go…

This time tomorrow, John and I will be en route to Las Vegas. Four days of kinky fun with approximately 200 people, I think (?) Maybe a bit less. This particular gathering began in 2013 with just 55 of us, but it has grown every year. (The photo above was taken from inside the car on a recent Vegas trip.)

I have been cranking out work like crazy, and I’m treating myself to a full week off. Sometime in between bouts of work, I managed to shop a bit and buy some new underwear, some cute PJs and some yoga pants. (I shopped for a new dress but didn’t find one, but this is a very casual weekend and there will be only one occasion to dress up.) Oh, and Alex, SC and I bought matching tank tops with a very cute and apropos saying on the front. Hopefully we’ll be able to coordinate wearing them at the same time and get a picture.

The weekend will be fairly unstructured, but there are some events planned and we already have a couple of lunch/dinner dates set up. I have purchased copious snacks and drinks for our room, gotten a fresh pedicure (I never bother with my fingernails because they are so wretched from a lifetime of picking at them, so I just cut them short), booked our rental car (picking that up shortly), and this afternoon I will start packing (to be finished in the morning). Every trip has the same set of rituals; John and I have this down to a science after doing it for so many years. One would think I’d relax a bit and just trust that we’ll get there, like always.

But I never do. Fortunately, John is ever tolerant of my insanity.

This should be an interesting party. As I’d mentioned before, I haven’t really played in a few months. So I feel like I have a virgin bottom all over again, although I know it doesn’t work that way. My tolerance may not be at its peak, but I’m sure it will be like muscle memory and come back to me. However, I may have done something really stupid.

I may have slightly bratted Michael Masterson on FetLife. You know, the Michael Masterson? The Real Spankings Institute guy? The Spanking Blogg “Best Male Spanker of the Year 2016” winner? I’ve never played with him before, although we’ve chatted at a few parties in recent years. I’ve commented on here how he is the most bratted man at any party and what a good sport he is. I never thought I’d be one of the bratters, though.

It’s official. I’ve lost my @#$%ing mind.

Ah well. Pacing, Erica. Remember, stretch it out over four days. (Famous last words.) Wish me luck, y’all.

The ride there should be OK. It will be Thursday, not Friday, so no end of week rush hour. Coming home may be a challenge, as it will be on the side of the 15 freeway where a huge sinkhole opened up during the recent rain. But who cares… that’s next week.

So looking forward to seeing old friends and making new ones! Will share all that’s fit to print after we get home. 🙂

Happy ♥ Day

Wishing all my friends a lovely Valentine’s Day, however you like to celebrate. Hope you all have happy hearts… in whatever form they may take.

John and I already had our celebration last weekend. He gave me roses, took us out for a special dinner, and then hid small boxes of chocolates all throughout the weekend — four in all! I gave him chocolates as well and baked him his favorite brownies from scratch.

And of course, what’s hearts and flowers day without a little naughty humor?

Enjoy, everyone. 🙂

The State of Erica

So it’s been an interesting few weeks, ones of much soul searching and roller coaster emotions. I’ve learned a few things, made some mistakes. And now I think I’m ready to move forward once again.

One of the mistakes I made was breaking my own promise to myself and allowing politics to pervade my blog, Twitter and Facebook. The events of the past few months have consumed me, as they have many, and I let myself get swept up in venting. The reactions were enlightening and depressing at the same time. I got a lot of backlash, but not necessarily from the opposite polarity. I also was ignored, unfollowed and unfriended by people I least expected to do so. In times of emotional crisis, I find out time and again who cares about Erica, the entire person (even in her darkest, angriest, most unlikable times), and who just wants Erica Scott, the witty, snarky spanko showing off her butt. I find out who my friends are. It’s a painful process, but a necessary one, I guess.

Look, I get it. This is a spanking blog. Politics can be read anywhere, anytime, any place these days, ad nauseam. When one comes to a spanking blog, one wants to read about spanking, yes? Same deal with followers on Twitter and other social media. Therefore, for the bulk of my venting, I have found two secret groups of Facebook (“secret” meaning that posts only show to the group members) where people can share their political concerns and fears. Likewise, I started another Twitter account and when I feel like retweeting the Orange Menace’s stupid posts and adding my own comments, or just want to rant about whatever’s going on, I use that. And as for here, I will not be posting anymore strictly political posts. They get crickets, for one, and then I have to put up with rude rebuttals from the likes of people who are so stupid, they need to be told how to spell their own name. So, it’s back to spanky stuff.

There’s just one problem with that; lately, I simply don’t have spanky stuff to post. I am not going to explain why, so please don’t ask, but I have not played (except for a brief moment at a holiday party) in over three months. My parties are few and far between, and my shoots are pretty much down to once in a great while. And I’m tired of hashing and rehashing the same tired discussions we’ve all seen a million times. Therefore, this blog will probably be periodic rather than regular. When the spirit moves me, when I have something fun and topical to report, I will do so. For example, in a couple of weeks we’re going to a big party in Vegas for a few days, so no doubt I’ll have some fun stories from that. But I’m no longer going to rack my brain trying to come up with things to write. I’ve written and written and written, for years. And lately, I’m (thankfully) so busy with work, I don’t have as much time for blogging anyway. So, when time passes between blogs, don’t fret. I’m still around. I’m just going to be here on a “need to post” basis from now on.

Oh, and mind you, I am not saying that I’ll never slip in some political snarky humor again, here and there. I mean, it’s inevitable, since this entire administration is one big punchline.

And with that, on to my most excellent segue*…

Last week, Triple A Spanking released a clip that I shot with them three years ago. In it, John Osborne and I play husband and wife, and we are supposed to go to a gathering given by one of his friends. However, because I cannot stomach this friend, I make up a bunch of lies, including that I’m sick, to get out of going. So, what did John call this film about lying liars?

Yup, he went there… 😀

(Yes, I edited that last photo. I hate those freaking straight-on shots! Unless you’re a proctologist, you don’t need to be getting up in there.)

I confess, seeing that title made me laugh harder than I had in weeks. So, who used that phrase better? John Osborne…

… or Crack-Whore Barbie Con-job?

I’d say John Osborne for the win!

So that’s it for now. Back to work with me, and then I’m off to spend the pre-Valentine’s Day weekend with my beloved. ♥ And no, we are not going to see “Fifty Shades Darker”!

Have a great weekend. y’all.

*For those who were educated at Cheeto-face University, that word is pronounced “seg-way,” not “seg-yoo.” 😛