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.

Ladies and gentlemen, my play partner

OK, so enough of this depression crap for a while. Time for fun.

Back in September 2016, in my Shadow Lane party write-up, I spoke of playing with Ulf Sayer for the first time. I had met him at a previous party and felt an immediate connection, but we didn’t have the chance to play at that time. This first scene was intense and fun; he enjoys clever bratting and I started in right away, calling him a hockey puck (he is Canadian).

Oh, and I assed his hand. πŸ™‚

He was doing videos and so forth and I thought perhaps we’d be seeing a lot more of him, but then he left the scene for a while.

Cut to last March, when I heard from him via Twitter Direct Message. He was now living in L.A. and would love to touch base. We met for coffee and talked for hours. Started texting. Then he came over for coffee… and asked if I’d like to be play partners. Oh, yes, I would. He wasn’t ready to ease his way back into the scene proper just yet, so I promised I would not mention him by name anywhere. I would just post pictures of play results.

But now he is fully returned — back on FetLife, back on Twitter, shooting again, attending parties, and I have the green light to talk about him all I want.

So what does one say about Ulf? By his own admission, he is a very silly man. Very playful, loves spanking banter. Smart and thoughtful, he’s someone I can talk with for hours (and have). He is caring and kind. Oh, and it’s way too damn easy to get into protracted nonsensical battles with him online.

For example, a while back on FetLife, he noticed that several bottoms (myself included) feel that they have earned chocolate, ice cream or other treats after a spanking. He then decreed that “brats don’t deserve treats, they deserve a spanking and nothing else” and that treats were forever banned.

Yeah, you can imagine how well that went over with the bottoms on FetLife. This quickly escalated into an epic battle known as the #WarOnTreats, #TreatsForAll, and several other hashtags. Pictures and posts ensued. Everyone talked about the various treats they had purchased and were consuming, and Ulf would scold and natter about how we should learn to like vegetables and how all the treat monsters were going to be punished.

Here he is chastising me because I bought two bags of Hershey’s dark chocolate almond nuggets. Hey, I had a two-for-one coupon. I thought I was being industrious with savings.

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One of my responses to this insanity was to encourage all the women involved on FetLife to take a selfie eating a treat and flipping the bird. I started the ball rolling with this one (that’s a Lindt truffle, BTW):

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I wish I could post all the other pictures this inspired — they were marvelous. The sisterhood is still alive and well!

Of course, I had to pay the price for encouraging all this anarchy; he had to make an example of me, in the hardest scene we’ve done to date. Ouch.

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By the way, my left butt cheek isn’t dented. That’s an illusion of the lamp light. I got lotion and cuddles afterward; he bought me lunch, too.

And I’m still assing his hand.

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Perhaps he needs to toughen his hand more instead of having so damn many implements.

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I did not make this face of my own volition, incidentally. I believe his words were, “Come on, let’s see that tongue, brat.”

So this is my play partner. I don’t call him my top, even though I am a bottom and he tops me. He’s my friend and we play. I saw a term on another blog that I kinda liked: SSO (Spanking Significant Other). I think this needs to be a Thing.

Here are a few random facts about Ulf:

  • He can’t spell “fascist.”
  • He has forbidden treats for bottoms, but he indulges in them himself. I have pictorial evidence of this pinnacle of Top Hypocrisy.
  • If you follow him on Twitter, be forewarned that his tweeting persona is often irreverent, blasphemous, and off-color. Then again, so is mine.
  • Some of his nicknames are Olaf, Snowman, Your Plaidness (the Canada thing), and Ulfiekins. I came up with that last one.
  • Oh, and he’s cute AF, but don’t tell him I said that.

So everyone welcome him back to the kinky family. He was missed greatly. β™₯

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13 thoughts on “Ladies and gentlemen, my play partner

  1. Ouch…his poor hand! I hope you both recover quickly

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  2. Chibob on said:

    It sounds like you have met your match. I think you should smash a pie in his face. That might settle the treats war for you. Just trying to help.

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  3. Don Ray — His poor hand??? That’s your first reaction? Harrumph.

    Chibob — oh boy. Yeah, I don’t think that would work out too well for me.

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  4. Jade Mathias on said:

    Hi Erica ☺😍 I enjoyed reading this it was so funny Lol πŸ˜‚ I am happy that you got a play partner, I can’t pronounce his name right I said elf instead of Ulf Lol 🀣 I Love your pics especially the one where you are flipping the bird with the chocolate on your middle finger HAHAHAHAHA, The pic with you sticking out your tongue is hilarious Lol that’s something I would of done πŸ˜€ Love you my awesome friend ❀ xoxo hugs from your friend Jade/Emily Jean

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  5. Ouch comes to mind.

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  6. "Brad D." on said:

    Looks like the two of you are having a good time together. Your title has me smiling as I think you are a lady and he is a gentleman.

    Don’t throw things at me.

    Brad

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  7. Jade — Hmm. Maybe “elf” should be another nickname.

    Rox — yes, I seem to recall that word was uttered a few times.

    Brad — I would never throw things at you, my friend.

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  8. Somehow, this post makes me think that thus Ulf is following your blog – and taht you know it. πŸ˜‰

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  9. Hooray! Erica, I’m delighted that you now have a regular SSO back in your life. Erm…you don’t discuss politics, do you?

    “Your plaidness”? Not sure what’s Canadian about that; I thought it a Scottish reference. Wait–plaid lumberjack shirt?

    Hugs,
    Hermione

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    • Hermione — actually, we do. Quite civilly, too! winking I have said to him on many occasions: “You’re a Canadian citizen… and you want to live HERE??” To which he shrugs and says, “It’s warm.”

      You got it. The lumberjack. He once did a video where he played a Canadian lumberjack teaching an American some manners. And he wore — yup — a green and black plaid shirt.

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  10. secretspanko on said:

    Geez- he looks younger than me! and i guarantee he will see and cherish that last bullet point. Good for you/y’all

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