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.


No, it isn’t July 4th. And no, it’s not raining. California is in another damn drought. Still, this wonderful caricature Dave Wolfe did of me years ago suits the mood.

After over a year of pandemic isolation, I finally got to play on Monday. And it was glorious.

As many of you know, I had been corresponding for months with a friend I knew from way back, whom I hadn’t seen in many years. He came to a couple of Shadow Lane parties and we’d played, and then he dropped out of the scene to move out of state and start a family. When he first suggested driving here to visit me and play, my first thought was, “Why would you want to do that? It’s one hell of a long drive!” Personally, I detest road trips and even the 4-5 hour drive to Vegas makes me nuts.

Luckily for me, C doesn’t share my distaste for long drives. He figured what with the pandemic still going on, it was safer than flying. And he enjoys books on tape. So… this was going to happen. He was already fully vaxed, so he asked me to let him know when I was. When that finally happened and I told him, we made a date. He booked a hotel. And we were on.

Holy crap.

As I’d mentioned earlier, I was really, really nervous. Not about him. Even not having seen him for, what, 15 years, I knew I would be in very good hands. I knew he was a heavy player, but also a kind and caring one. No, my worry was about myself. I mean, aside from quickie impromptu scenes with John, and one really godawful attempt at self-spanking, I hadn’t been spanked since February 2020. I felt like my tolerance was shot to hell.

Also, let’s be real. Aside from going to John’s on the weekend, and the occasional necessary errands, I’d basically been sitting around my apartment in sloppy clothes and no makeup for over a year. I didn’t feel presentable, let alone sexy or spankable. I felt… unattractive.

So, the fact that someone was willing to go to all that effort in order to spend some time with me was a good antidote to all those damn negative voices in my head. ♥ I jumped in, said let’s do this, and didn’t look back.

He teased me with emails: “Two weeks and counting!” “Almost here!” “Getting nervous?” Each message got the intended result; I squirmed and grinned and felt all the butterflies. On FetLife, I had said something or another to a top and he’d replied that he thought I “needed a reminder.” C saw this and posted, “I believe Erica will be getting a reminder very soon.” Oh, gawd…

Finally, Monday arrived. I got up early, and for the first time in I’ve forgotten how long, I put makeup on. I’d thrown out a lot of the old stuff since it had been sitting for over a year and bought fresh. I had asked him if he had any particular requests for what he’d like me to wear. He suggested I dress comfortably and lightly. I could do that.

Our meeting time was noon and I showed up at his hotel at 11:53. I had to call him from the lobby, since their elevators were key card operated. He came down to get me and enveloped me in a huge bear hug. I have missed soooo many hugs the past year! We went to his room and fell into chatting and catching up immediately. But after about 45 minutes, it was time to play.

I had plugged my phone in to charge and I checked it one last time before we started. And of course, John had sent me a text:

So, what kind of slutty trouble are you getting into — or are going to get into — today? Names, places, and what you did wrong. Now, young lady. … Have a nice day. Hi C!

Knowing that was John-speak for “I give you my blessing,” I laughed and we began. I assumed the position across his lap on the bed.

This is hard to describe, but I’ll try… from the first moment, the first smack, the feel of it, the sound of it, I felt a burst of euphoria. I’m home. I’m in the right place. This is where I belong. And as the sensations slowly built up and intensified, those feelings escalated until I wanted to laugh with sheer joy.

My yoga pants didn’t stay up for more than a minute. My panties soon followed. And I remembered just how spot on and amazing C’s hand was. How he switched things up and kept me guessing. How he knew exactly when was the point to stop for a second and when to continue. He checked in with me just enough. At one point he asked if I wanted water, but I said no thank you.

He took this picture after warm-up. (!)

After that, we changed positions and I laid over pillows on the bed. He had brought a backpack filled with implements, but he let me choose. I said nix to the wooden paddles and yes to a couple of different leather straps and a hairbrush. Honestly, he doesn’t need implements. His hand is a mighty force, and it never seems to tire or get sore. I told him about the times I’d made men’s hands blister and bleed, and he just chuckled. I don’t think he’ll experience that in his lifetime.

I felt so connected to him. At one point, my hand was flexing on the bed near my face, my fist opening and closing. Then I felt him reach over and squeeze my hand, holding onto it. I see you. I care about you.

So we kept going, and going, and going. I lost track of time. It was starting to hurt, but the pain intertwined with the pleasure and joy and I just wanted more more more. I could feel the power and energy behind his swats and I rejoiced. I can still do this. I’ll still got it! Oh my god, he’s amazing… Can I stop time and just stay here?

By the time we’d come to the end, I was drumming my feet on the bed and hollering into a pillow. My carefully applied makeup was smeared down my face and on the linens (sorry, Marriott) and my breath was coming in deep gasps. And I couldn’t. Be. Happier.

Ow. Been a while since I’ve looked like this. I missed it.

He asked how I feel about lotion, and I said it was very welcome. So he went to get some… and it turned out he didn’t have any. Oops! I giggled and gave him a hard time about it, but it was fine — I had some in my purse. I’m sure my skin must have sucked it right up.

We both had a drink and came back down, lying on the bed, snuggling, talking. So much to talk about, so many things to catch up on. I asked him how long the drive was — he said 10 hours. He was going to stay overnight and then drive back the next day. I didn’t want to go, and yet I figured after a while I should get on back home, let him relax. I had people waiting for check-in texts from me. ♥

I had parked in the hotel parking garage, but when we went down to the front desk and I asked about validation, the man said that lot was for guests, not guests of guests. Oh, dear. He took the card I’d gotten, checked how long I’d been there (4 1/2 hours), futzed at his computer for a minute, then said, “You know what, forget it. You got free parking. When you drive up to the gate, just press the call button and I’ll let you out.” Thank you, kind sir!

So C walked me to my car, we exchanged another warm hug, and I was off.

I felt kind of loopy and wound up for the rest of the evening. He’d sent me the pictures he’d taken, so I posted a couple of them on FetLife. Been a long time since I’ve had any pictures to put up there. The reactions were gratifying.

So, remember when I was crowing “I’ve still got it!”?? Yeah. I woke up yesterday morning and groaned, “The hell I don’t.” Wow. Sitting hurt. Walking hurt. I felt like I’d been playing for four straight days at a party instead of doing just one scene. When I attempted to do a workout, my body was yelling and swearing at me through the whole thing, especially during the lower body exercises.

And I enjoyed all that, too. Although it was very hard to focus on work, I admit. I finally had to take a break, because of course I needed a “day after” picture.

C checked in Monday evening, then let me know when he’d gotten home yesterday. He checked in this morning as well. So important. I wish more tops knew that.

And in anticipation that I might get droppy, my sweet SIS Jay sent me a box of See’s chocolate. ♥ Chocolate and depression are mutually incompatible, you know.

So… when the euphoria fades, when the marks and soreness disappear, I suppose I am in for some drop. A sense of, okay, now what? Where do I go from here? How do I bring regular play back into my life, and with whom? But for now, I’m not going to think about that. I’m just going to bask in the feels and smile. And be grateful.

Thank you, C. You gave me more of a gift than you know.

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22 thoughts on “Finally!!!!

  1. Dotty on said:

    Love love love love this. Thank you for sharing. I felt all the emotions and the joy and the euphoria that you experienced as I was reading this. ♡


    • Dotty — thank you!! ♥ I really do try to capture everything and bring people there with me. That’s why it sometimes takes me a while to get it all down. But I do have to push myself a bit before the memories get fuzzy!


  2. bklynny0856 on said:

    My grandchildren don’t have play dates as perfect as yours! You deserved every sweet minute. Many more to come!


  3. This was so awesome to read! ❤️ I am so happy for you, SIS! I’m still smiling so much my face hurts. 😍🤗 You deserve to feel all the good things. It really was so perfect. 💞


  4. Anonymous on said:

    Thank you so much for sharing. I’m so glad it worked out well for you.


  5. I love that you got a lift out of the pandemic doldrums, Erica, after far too long, waiting, worrying, wondering when you might play again. Clearly, it did wonders for your outlook. I love your caricature, and I must say that you (and your bottom) look as lovely as ever. And yes, you’ve still “got it,” girl! Now, the question I have that you didn’t address: did you leave one of your special little “calling cards” on his pants leg to remember you by? Sorry, I couldn’t resist.


  6. I especially loved seeing the fun pre-play banter you and C had going, building the excitement between you both for a couple weeks until the day arrived. I couldn’t be happier for you than I am right now!


  7. bklynny — yikes… I would hope your grandkids don’t have play dates like this! (laughing)

    Jay — thank you, my friend! ♥ It was so good to have something to share, finally.

    Anonymous — thank you so much.

    Bob — LOL! Ummm… I hope not. At least he was wearing jeans and not a dry-clean suit!

    Pam — thank you so much, sweetie! ♥ Yes, the buildup is part of the fun.

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  8. OTK4Tears on said:

    What a truly incredible and most memorable afternoon!

    We had a quite a bit of time to enjoy the build-up and I’m just happy that the actual experience lived up to your anticipation! It blew mine away!

    Spending the afternoon ( it certainly did not seem anywhere near 4.5 hours! ) with you was a joy. Making you wiggle and gasp and watching that beautiful bare bottom turn pink and then red was just wonderful! Being able to chat and share stories and experienceS while your bottom cooled down was a blast!

    Thank you for some memories I will carry with me for a long long time! Hopefully we won’t have to wait quite so long for the next time!


  9. Dale N on said:

    Awesome story, Erica! I’m so happy for you (and a little bit jealous, too!)

    You are the BEST!!


  10. C (cause everyone knows it’s you!) — I think, if I could possibly feel more happiness about Monday, it’s from knowing you enjoyed it as much as I did. I am so glad that it was worth your effort and time and as I said on FL, you brought me much joy after a wretched year. Thank you. ♥

    Dale — shucks. Thank you.


  11. Anonymous on said:

    I’m so glad you had such a fantastic time! I hope you won’t have to wait so long for your next spanking. C sounds really wonderful.
    I loved the text from John. LOL



  12. Oh I’m so glad for you! Also though… yikes that is not my idea of a warm up! Now I feel like a wuss (no not really 😜 We’ve all got our own levels of tolerance).

    I love the lingering soreness… almost as much as rhe actual spanking.

    I hope your drop isn’t too bad if you have one, but it sounds like your support network is ready to look after you if you do.


  13. Kyrel on said:

    Thanks for sharing that Erica 🙂 I’m happy for you. And worry not, regular play will happen again. The universe provides 😉


  14. Thank you so much for sharing, it sounds like the most amazing experience. And those photos, wow. Just breath-taking. Such a beautiful bottom, and so well spanked. Perfection. 🙂


  15. So glad you finally got your ‘tension relief’the marks look lovely even on my cell phone thanks so much for sharing


  16. Xen — ha, no, it wasn’t a typical “warm-up”! But trust me, he did bring me into it slowly. Isn’t the lingering delicious?

    Kyrel — the universe has gone mad! But thank you.

    NS — oh my, thank you. You’re very kind.

    ohh — thanks!


  17. Hooray! You broke the long drought with a delightful downpour. I’m so happy for you.

    I never had any doubt that you still have it. You’ve always had it! And I hope you get it again soon. 🙂

    Huge hugs of newly vaccinated celebration!


  18. Well, well, and well! All’s well that ends swell!! 😉
    That was quite the story, Erica, and I’m very happy for your joyful and affirming playtime!!


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